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inriospocket · 1 year

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daisy!! how are you doing? i know you have exams so please feel free to get to this anytime. i got let out of my previous job position and i’m currently confused because of the explainatoon that was given and job searching again. would love to see how rio would act to the reader in that same scenario after he notices she’s either got too much time on her hands or just hasn’t been doing her regularly scheduled program for work. (1/2).

(2/2) also would love to know if she’d confront her boss or whomever about letting her go to begin with or would rio? i just see a ton of angst, fluff, and protective vibes from rio in my head so please feel free to do with these ideas what you will! i hope your exams good/went great 💕. you’re a stunning star ✨💖.

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I know this is very late but I'm hoping you were able to find another job or another path you feel better on. If you're still active, let me know! I'd love to know if you're doing better. Enjoy! :)

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Respectfully, fuck you

word count ♡ 1,036

summary ♡ You’ve just been let go from your job and Rio has noticed an abnormal amount of free time you’ve had.

situation ♡ angst/fluff

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“But, why? Did I do something wrong?” You asked, scanning your manager’s eyes for answers.

You could see his cold stare shift into a look of guilt, and he looked away, keeping his hands busy with loose paperwork on his desk.

“Please clear your things. We’ll have your last check in your account by Friday.” He said without another word.

You hadn’t known a day without working. You could say since you were the eldest of 5, you’ve always had some sort of job. Since Rio and you got together, he had been taking care of everything which he encouraged but you wanted to work anyway. But with the excuse of the bills being paid, and you just getting fired; you had simply nothing to do but think.

Everyone else would have been ecstatic to have a break, but it only filled you with more anxiety. Rio started his days early and almost always ended late, but he did happen to notice that you were still in your pajamas when he came home for lunch each day.

“You’ve been calling out of work or somethin’?” He mentioned as he set a bottle of water down for you.

You shook your head, mindlessly scrolling through the channels on the tv.

“Wassup then?” He asked again.

You weren’t sure why you hadn’t told him that you got fired yet. You were just so stuck in your head all this time.

“They fired me.” You said, and you could see the mental wheels turning in his calculated head.

You read him very well from the soft to cold stare when he turned that inner switch off. He was obviously more upset than you were.

“Bet,” he said instantly. He didn’t ask for any explanation knowing he didn’t need one. He already had his plan together to fuck your manager up but as soon as he opened the car door to leave, he almost instantly closed it back.

He knew you didn’t do anything wrong, but it was more concerning that you weren’t sad, or even angry. You were simply just existing. He concluded that it was no longer up to him to defend you. This was something you needed to work through on your own, but he would just have to give you a push.

“I was hoping you’d change your mind about breaking his fingers.” You joked as you saw him come back inside.

“Actually, his thumbs. Can’t do shit without your thumbs.” He made himself chuckle.

You shrugged again, mindlessly scrolling through your phone now. He stood against the wall, hands in his pockets as if he was waiting for something.

“What’s up with you, mama? Sitting around here ain’t gonna find you answers.” He said.

You remained quiet but he knew you were listening since your thumb was just hovering over your phone screen now.

“What do you want, [Y/N]? You want your job back? You want another?” He pushed.

You shrugged.

“Oh, so things get hard, and you just give up?” He pushed again. You took one of the throw pillows from the couch and flung it towards his head.

“What is it you want me to say? I’m not you; I don’t want to go around fucking people up because they make me upset,” You folded your arms.

“So, you are upset?” He asked, tilting his head even though he already knew.

“Of course, I'm upset! I work really hard and for someone to not give a quarter of a shit to explain why I’m- you know what? Fuck this.” You stood up and went to get your keys.

Rio bit his lip to hide his smirk, but he was waiting for you to finally get it together. Even if you weren’t going to get any answers, you were going to have the last word.

Rio was close behind when you marched your way through the cubicles to find where your manager was. He did a double take when he realized it was you interrupting his important conference meeting.

“Oh, sorry Rick, am I interrupting? Did you happen to get to the part where you take your sponsors money, fuck off with it and fire your best employees because you can’t afford to pay them?” You said, giving him an artificial smile.

You figured it out quickly once you were done wallowing and it was fair enough that what you said alone in front of all these important people likely tanked his entire business.

Rick laughed it off nervously, but cold stares were filling the entire room towards him. He cleared his throat, reaching for the button on the conference phone for security.

Rio stood back like a dark shadow, but he didn’t go unnoticed.

“Don’t...don’t do that.” Rio said, stopping him in his tracks.

“You’re gonna have to get more than security to get me out of here before I’m done. Besides the fraud and theft, I really rocked with you, Rick. I mean, nothing beats stale ass donuts. The worst part about it is how loyal I was. I came in on time, stayed late and for what? For you to sit back and get sucked off on the clock by the bitch in HR? The irony.”

Your old coworkers' heads popped up from their cubicles one by one to get a better view.

“That’s enough!” Rick yelled, and Rio instantly stepped forward until you put your hand up to stop him.

“Sir, respectfully, fuck your meeting,” You giggled, going around the table to push all the important paperwork on the floor.

“Fuck your office,” You said again, taking each jellybean bowl from the table one by one to dump wherever you could.

It seemed like you were done when you walked towards the door until you reached for the trash can.

“And most importantly, fuck you!” You said, dumping it and throwing the container at him.

Rio couldn’t hold in his laughter any longer, and he couldn’t have been any prouder of his girl.

After your well needed release, you finally had a clear mind to figure things out.

“So, what’s next?” Rio asked, planting subtle kisses on your forehead.

“I’m going to do what I want now.” You smiled.

#rio good girls #rio x reader #gg fic #angst #light fluff

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hockeystyletea · 9 months

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there’s video of Matthew holding Ellie’s hand at the Hayes wedding on Katya Hayes’ IG stories.

I’ve tried to post the fucking screen recording 6 times now and it will not post so y’all can go look for it yourselves.

This is what u get bc my phone refuses to cooperate

Anyways, back to our regularly scheduled programming.

This is cute. I’m starting to think they’ve caught feelings.

But I’m still gonna believe what I believe.

#ellie connell #m. tkachuk

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cambria-writes · 2 years

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welcome back to your regularly scheduled programming!

this is here i started having a hard time keeping the days accurate lol. i’m pretty sure i fixed it all last week, but i’m probably gonna have to do a third pass to make sure things are at least consistent.

if you’re not comfortable reblogging my fic here, please consider leaving a comment on AO3!

rating: rated T, each chapter rated individually warnings: a lot of swearing, mention of death, pop culture references to things i don’t know about, mention of alcohol but no drinking (yet), let me know if i need to tag anything else! word count: 3,655

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𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕾𝖎𝖝: 𝔇𝔢𝔱𝔢𝔠𝔱 𝔐𝔞𝔤𝔦𝔠

“You got that all down?”

“Eddie’d dungeon master guide, milk, a six pack,” Henderson sighs and you can feel the disappointment in it. “Clothes that fit, quote, ‘Munson’s Enormous Self-Righteous Ego’, anything else?”

“Priority on the books,” you specify, and Eddie wrestles the walkie out of your hands.

“And the beer, Henderson. Do not forget the beer.”

“Sure. We’ll send Nance when she gets back.”

“No news from her yet?” you ask, holding onto Eddie’s hand to make him press the button on the side.

“Not since she, uh...” Dustin trails off, and it’s clear to the both of you that he’s hesitating.

“Spit it out, kid,” Eddie says, bowing his head and tapping his foot.

“Not since she spoke with your uncle,” Dustin says quietly. “He’s on your side by the way, doesn’t believe the bullshit everyone else is saying about you being a murder cult leader—”

“They’re saying what now,” you deadpan, looking up at Eddie. He just barely shrugs it off.

“Thanks, Henderson. Let us know if anything else happens.”

You frown at Eddie’s sudden shift in behaviour. He walks to the table, to your abandoned late breakfast, and leans into it after putting the walkie down. You take a few steps towards him and lift your hands, though you’re not entirely sure what to do with them.

“Hey, are... are you alright?”

Eddie scoffs and shakes his head. You can’t see his face behind his hair.

“My uncle doesn’t fucking deserve this, man,” he says quietly. When he stands straight again, runs his hands through his hair and takes a deep breath before an equally deep sigh.

“Uh, hate to tell you dude, but neither do we.” You cross your arms and bite the inside of your cheek before speaking again. “I’m worried about my folks too. But there’s nothing we can do about it while the entire town is crawling with pitchfork-wielding maniacs foaming at the mouth ready to crucify the first palatable scapegoat.”

Eddie stays quiet, but when he turns around he does offer you a small nod, and what you think might’ve been a ‘you’re right’ under his breath.

“What do you even want with my books anyways?” He eventually asks, rounding the table and taking a seat back on his chair. You follow suit, and gently slide your mostly empty plate out of the way.

“When you called me a cleric, I kind of had a thought.”

“Truly a rarity.”

You pick up the last piece of pancake on your plate and chuck it at his face.

“Shut up, asshole, I’m being serious.” You take a breath to compose yourself and lean forward on your elbows. “So everyone’s been using D&D terminology for all of this shit so far, right? You even compared what’s happened to me to the cleric spell list. So I figured...”

You see the lightbulb go off above Eddie’s head. He snaps his fingers and points at you.

“So maybe we can find out what the fuck Vecna’s doing!”

“Wow, and somehow you’re a super senior.”

Eddie pulls a face and immediately leans back in his chair to cross his arms. “Low blow, man.”

When Nancy isn’t the one that shows up with a box of stuff, but Steve, you and Eddie drag him in the house by his collar and sit him down.

“You have some explaining to do,” you say, putting your hands on your hips, clearly fuming.

“We’ve been on the hook for hours, and now suddenly your dumb face shows up instead of Wheeler?” You make a confused—and perhaps slightly disgusted face—at Eddie. “What? She’s hotter and better company than he is.”

“I’m right here?” Steve stays, sliding the box to the center of the table.

“Uh huh, yeah. Why?”

Steve sighs and leans his head back. “Alright look, Nance hasn’t spoken to us in hours either. I’m off to see if I can get a hold of her after I leave you guys.”

“What the hell do you mean—” Eddie starts, but the walkie chooses that moment to crackle to life again.

“Guys we’ve got more less than stellar news,” Dustin says, and you’re the one who carefully walks to the kitchen counter to grab it.

“Steve just got here,” you reply slowly, turning along to look at the other two. “What’s the less than stellar news?”

“Nancy just came back. She went to Forest Hills with some guy she knows,” You wave at Harrington to shut up and stay in his chair. “And the guy just up and vanished. No one’s seen him around.”

You close your eyes and nod. “So you think he’s the next one.”

“There’s a search party out for him, but...”

“Fuck,” Eddie whispers under his breath, crossing his arms and turning away.

“Nancy and Robin are gonna head up to the Pennhurst asylum tomorrow to try and see if they can talk to Victor Creel. We’re gonna see if there’s any connection between Missing Dude and Chrissy. That’s all we got.”

“Appreciate it, Henderson,” you say quietly. “We’ll send Steve back your way. Keep us in the loop.”

You put the walkie back down on the counter and flex your hands. Dustin was right, that really is less than stellar news.

“Why Victor Creel?” Eddie asks, shifting his weight from foot to foot. “Who the hell is that even?”

“Some weird murderer dude who killed his whole family back in ‘59,” Steve explains, looking and sounding just about as confused as you and Eddie. “I dunno, apparently your uncle said what happened to Chrissy looked exactly the same. Something about the eyes,” Steve motions his thumbs pressing into his orbits. “Looking like they were sucked into the skull from the inside.”

Both you and Eddie wince and turn away. Steve looks from one to the other for a second, before his face lights up.

“Oh, you—shit, you didn’t know,” Steve says, sighing and looking all the world like he just shoved about five different feet in his mouth. “Yeah it wasn’t...”

“Just don’t,” Eddie mutters, heading down the hallway and into the bedroom. You hear the door close a bit more loudly than you think is probably warranted.

“Did he... know Chrissy, or something?” Steve asks, taking the chance of slowly standing up from his chair. When you don’t move to stop him, he takes a few steps toward you and keeps his voice low. “I didn’t think they ran in the same circles.”

“They didn’t,” you confirm, keeping your voice hushed as well. “But we saw what happened to her, man. I just,” You take a second to clear your throat and try not to vividly imagine the sound of snapping bone. “I just hope she wasn’t conscious for that. I can’t imagine the pain.”

Steve looks down and nods, frowning. You sigh and head for the front door.

“Come on Harrington, if you’re gone too long the kids are gonna flip,” you say, waving him over.

He takes a second to lean over and look down the hallways, and looks for a second like he wants to say something, but decides against it and joins you at the door.

“You’ve got uh,” Steve starts, motioning to the box on the table. “The beer’s at the bottom. Just, maybe take it easy?”

“Really don’t know how to feel about the fact that Steve Harrington is concerned about me,” you chuckle, but it doesn’t really have any mirth behind it. “But I appreciate it. It’s Eddie you should be worried about, though.”

Steve hums. “Yeah, well. He’s got you.”

You open your mouth to ask what the hell that’s supposed to mean, but he’s halfway through the door already.

“Don’t forget to let us know—”

Your eyes lose focus for a second when you hear it again. Something must show on your face because Steve immediately runs back up to the door.

“Hey, what’s going on?” He asks, both hands up like he’s ready to catch you if you faint.

“The clock,” you say quietly. You exhale shakily while you wait for the last chime. When you look up at Harrington, you can’t quite figure out what to say.

“Shit,” he says, turns around to start bolting for his car before coming back for you one last time, “Let Henderson know next time it happens!”

He’s off before you can voice your agreement. You slowly and quietly shut the door against the sound of his car speeding away, turn around and lean against it. When you slide to the floor and pull your knees to your chest, you can’t help the sob that bubbles out of your throat.

Vecna’s Curse, huh? Starting to feel like you’re the one cursed right now, actually.

You hear the bedroom door open not too long after that; Eddie probably decided to wander out when he heard the sound of Steve’s car pulling away. You pull your legs as close to you as you can and let your head rest on your knees. This isn’t exactly the kind of position you want to be found in—ugly crying and curled up in front of a door—and you feel just a little bit more cursed because of it, too.

Eddie calls out your name when he gets to the kitchen, but once you sniffle he rushes over, practically sliding on his knees to get to you.

“Hey hey hey, what’s up? What happened?” he asks, putting his hands on your legs. You shake your head and hiccup, squeezing your legs tighter. “Alright, okay,” he breathes, moving to sit next to you against the door, his entire left side plastered to your right. Puts an arm around your shoulders and you can’t help but lean into him.

“I fucking heard it again,” you manage to croak out eventually, after several too-long minutes of trying to control your breathing. Wipe your face on your sleeves. “Now that I know what it—fuck, man, I’m so sick and tired of this shit.”

Your wrists hurt. Your shoulders hurt. Your nose still hurts. You haven’t looked in a mirror in a bit—even in the bathroom here, you refuse to look up at yourself—but you’re sure there’s a purpling bruise along the bridge of your nose. You can just barely see it along your cheekbones when you look down. Your head is throbbing and when you finally lift your head for a proper deep breath, Eddie sucks in a breath next to you.

“Hey, your nose,” he says quietly, points at his own nose.

You feel something warm dripping down, and when you muster the energy to pull an arm out and run a finger under your nose, it comes away bloody. You whine a quiet ‘god dammit’ and hide your face behind both hands.

For a few minutes you both stay like that. You can feel Eddie’s thumb rubbing circles into your shoulder, and when you’re not trying to get rid of the tears on your face, you’re wiping viciously at the blood that slowly seeps from your nose. You feel miserable. Small, inconsequential, sore, scared and miserable.

“You, uh,” Eddie clears his throat. When you look sideways at him, he’s staring straight ahead. “You remember in third grade when I punched that kid cause he was making fun of your hair?”

You snort through the sniffling and nod. “Yeah,” you squeak, making one last pass at your eyes. “That was Tommy. And then I punched his friend for shoving you.”

“You were the coolest person I knew.” When you scoff, Eddie grabs your shoulder a bit tighter and shakes you a bit. “You think I’m kidding?”

“Perish the thought,” you reply, slowly letting your legs fall straight in front of you. “I think that’s the first time anyone’s ever called me cool.”

“And that should be a federal crime,” he states back, entirely serious. “And that time in sixth grade when we tried to make a treehouse in the woods?”

You wince and groan. “God, isn’t that the time I stepped on a nail? That was awful. We didn’t even get anything done.”

Eddie laughs. The rumble of it through his chest somehow helps you breathe a bit easier. “Damn right. I had to carry you on my back all the way to the trailer. Wayne was freaking out.”

“I hated the tetanus shot,” you complain quietly, but there’s a smile on your face now. You chuckle quietly before speaking up again. “That one time you roped me into making a character for your first campaign.”

“The time you crit failed your attack roll on your party member? The time you stabbed yourself and were out for three rounds?”

“It was four,” you correct, slap him in the chest with the back of your hand. “And Gareth was being an ass. I had to do it.”

“Whatever you say, princess,” Eddie says, and stays quiet as he rests the side of his head on top of yours.

“Hey, I’m...” you trail on, picking at the skin around your nails, hands in your lap. “I’m sorry that I—”

“Don’t,” Eddie cuts you off, and you can’t help but stiffen up at his down. Pulls his head back up and, with the arm that isn’t around your shoulders, turns you so he can get a better look at you. “Don’t apologize. I didn’t exactly come knocking on your door either.”

You frown, twist your tongue in your mouth before trying to speak again. There’s about a thousand different things you want to say, apologize for—sorry for ditching you without a word, sorry for not coming to see you when I was feeling better, sorry for letting shit fall apart—but you figure he wouldn’t hear any of it. You wouldn’t either. So instead you just sigh and nod.

“Right,” Eddie says, though it doesn’t seem to be aimed at you or anything in particular. He gives your shoulder one last squeeze before getting up. “What say you to making an ungodly amount of mac and cheese while it’s still,” he turns to look out the window in the door. “relatively daylight out?”

You keep your eyes on your hands when you nod, but smile anyways. “Sounds like a disgustingly good plan.” When you stand up and pull nervously at the sleeves of the sweater you threw on, Eddie lightly grabs your wrist.

“We’re good,” he says, letting go of you when you turn to look at him. “Seriously, we’re good. Don’t worry about it.”

You sniffle one more time and nod. “Yeah. We’re good. thanks, Ed.” You roll your shoulders and neck and try to shake the stiffness out. “I’m just gonna,” you start, motioning at your face.

“Oh, shit, yeah, go ahead,” Eddie rushes to say, moving out of the way and bowing theatrically, an arm extended.

You scoff at his antics, but head for the bathroom to at least attempt to wash the leftover dried blood from your face.

Dusk finds the two of you camping out in a hastily thrown-together blanket fort in the living room with two literally enormous bowls of Kraft dinner and the most palatable movie Reefer Rick had on hand. You’re not entirely sure that watching Dawn of the Dead, considering everything that’s been happening, is the best choice, but at least it’s entertainment.

“The mall was the worst choice,” you point out, around a mouth full, while the credits roll. “Sure they have access to food and shit, but it’s way too easy access.”

“Are we not gonna talk about the really awkward blue face paint?”

“I’d love to see you do a better job of making a living human being look dead.” You put your near-empty bowl on the floor between your crossed legs and lean back on your hands. “Wasn’t a bad movie though.”

Eddie laughs and nudges your shoulder with his. “You’re telling me you never watched Dawn of the Dead until right now?”

“Yeah, well,” you toss your head back, swatting at the blanket ceiling above you. “Wasn’t super fond of horror movies when I was younger, and I don’t think I could’ve stomached watching it alone the past few years.”

“Alone?” Eddie asks, putting his bowl aside on the floor and leaning forward to look at you.

“I didn’t really have too many friends outside of you dude,” you admit, turning your head to look at him. “Might not have been part of the rising Satanic Panic,” you start, making sure to make air quotes and roll your eyes. “But people thought it was weird that I was watching shit from Japan and reading three novels a week. Not my fault fiction was more entertaining than them.”

There’s a look that passes over Eddie’s face when you say that, but he turns away before you can place what it is. He leans forward to turn the TV off and quickly pulls the sheets down from above you.

“Alright, I think that’s enough for now,” he announces, balling up the one sheet in his arms while he stands. “We’ve got another pack of beer and books to go over.”

“You and what light source?” you ask, leaning over to grab his empty bowl off the floor, picking yours up, and moving over to the kitchen to carefully place them in the sink. Nevermind that you almost tripped a handful of times on the way.

“Actually,” Eddie starts, and you can already tell from his dramatic tone that he’s found something. “While you were still asleep, I did some digging around.”

You can still more or less see him leaping over blankets and cushions on the floor to make his way back down the hallway. When he comes back, you can’t really tell what’s in his hand, but the metallic clanging gives it away.

“What the hell is your dealer doing with an oil lantern?”

“Who cares,” Eddie shrugs, and puts the lantern down on the dining table. “At least we can actually see what we’re reading.”

You laugh lightly and agree. “Hold up before you light that, we need to cover the windows first,” you say over your shoulder, gingerly making your way to the living room to grab one of the couch cushions you’d pulled off the couch.

Eddie hops over to come help you, but when he’s about to lean down to grab the other cushion, you grab his arm.

The chiming is eerily close, this time, and the hairs at the back of your neck stand on end. You don’t hear if Eddie says anything before you’re bolting through the house, to the bedroom and the desk you left the pistol on. Double check that the magazine is still full, snap it back in, shove it in the back of your pants and make it back to the front door.

“Hey, no, you’re not going anywhere,” Eddie calls, but you ignore him in favour of stuffing your feet into what you really hope are your own shoes. “Hey, listen—”

“No, you listen,” you round on him, hand on the doorknob. “I’ve heard this fucking thing too many times to just stay here and do nothing,” you spit, throwing the door open and breaking out into a run.

The sound of Eddie’s swearing gets further away. You can tell the chiming had come from the main road you’d come down when Steve had driven you here. It was dark, the few houses around the lake had their lights off for the night. It wasn’t like anyone would see you, right? And so what if they did! It was dark enough that no one could possibly make out your face, and that was assuming that there was anyone around to pay attention.

You’re almost at the split in the end of the road, past the lake, when you get slammed into the ground. You can hear the gun slide somewhere to your left over the sound of the air rushing out of you.

“Let go of me!” you shout, trying to shove Eddie off of you.

“Would you stop screaming?” he whispers harshly, rolling you over so he can pin your arms to your side. “Or did you forget that we’re wanted suspects in a fucking murder?”

“I literally could not care less right now!” you throw back at him, wrestling an arm free arm trying to reach for your gun. “If someone’s going to die I don’t want to just sit around and wait for shit to happen!”

“And what exactly is your plan, huh?” He asks, pulling your stray hand back to your side. “What the fuck good do you think a gun is gonna do you against something you can’t see?”

You growl through your panting and try, unsuccessfully, to get your arms free again. “I was gonna plane shift you absolute fucking brute, now get off of me!”

“The hell I am!” Eddie moves his hands from his arms to your shoulders. “We have no idea what the fuck we’re dealing with, and you don’t even know if you can get back in one piece!”

Incensed, you grab Eddie by the shoulders and thrust your hips up as far as you can go, giving yourself just enough momentum to shove him off of you and scramble for your gun. You have a death grip on it with both hands when Eddie manages to get up on one knee.

“Listen,” you say, shaking and out of breath. “You can come with me or you can run back to the house. I’m gonna try it regardless of whether or not you’re there.”

Eddie stands up and turns around, running both hands down his face. “This is stupid, this is so stupid,” he complains, but eventually turns back around to walk over to you with a hand out.

You bite your lip and stare at him for a second. You leave the gun in your right hand and firmly grip his wrist with your left.

“Hold tight.”

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genderfluidbowl-of-soup · 10 months

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Word vomit abt sheltermbornes role swap au because I cannot get it out of my head

So just as a concept Meryl the Punisher makes me giggle and kick my feet so have this word vomit abt her.

She’s definitely still the headstrong rule following lady we all know and love, she’s just got a massive cross gun that’s almost taller than her now /j. She’s definitely got All the religious trauma and oh my god she is severely fucked up but in an awesomely kick ass and cry in the arms of your definitely not lover way.

She and Nicholas still argue over everything dw. I couldn’t remove that dynamic if I tried (I love it too much)

She thinks Vash is a bit of an idiot (like Milly) but as she gets to know him they actually become really close and totally gossip about everyone together.

With Milly…. Good lord. There is so much here.

*slaps them* these ladies can fit so much trauma and feeling into them.

One, Meryl just thinks milly is really hot (me 2 tbh) and is like “okay so maybe the lady I was contracted to follow isn’t so bad after all” and just *shakes my hands and vibrates* THEM.

Milly is kind of weirded out at first by Meryl’s um everything but like not in a rude way, she just doesn’t know why this woman keeps following her. But she’s pretty so she’s not complaining.

Oh my god the accidental deification from Meryl is gonna be so funny like “My wife is practically god I’m a religious woman holy fuck”

Milly doesn’t get it. But that’s okay.

Meryl and Tesla are WLW hostility. I don’t really know how else to describe it except for that meme that’s like “stop dating my sister” “yknow what I’m gonna date her even harder” yeah. They probably fought in a Wendy’s parking lot.

Meryl fights everyone in a Wendy’s honestly. Or she would, if she wasnt being dragged around by these idiots (affectionate).

*insert image of Meryl and Wolfwood duking it out for unexplained reason while milly and Vash are buying ice cream from the Wendy’s*

I have no brain they’ve taken over it lol

MILLYMERYL IS SO IMPORTANT TO ME I WANT THEM TO BE FUCKED UP AND LEARN FROM EACH OTHER AND BOND AND CRY AND BE MESSY AND JUST LOVE AAAAAAAAAAA

…anyway back to your regularly scheduled programming.

Milly totally just picks up Meryl and holds her over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Meryl is tiny, pocket sized nun with a big gun.

Milly could pick everyone up honestly she is built like a shit brickhouse. (Buff milly truther)

Vashwood is a thing it’s just background because I love them but it is about the LADIES.

Knives is at space Costco and pissed about it he shows up like once and idk where to go with that.

Maybe he and Meryl fight in the parking lot idk

Why am I making Meryl fight everyone in a parking lot I swear she is not this chaotic

Wolfwood would fight someone in a parking lot in canon and in this canon tho

Tesla goes to space Costco because Zaizie said it would be good for her to “touch grass” and she just stands there awkwardly and leaves after like 10 minutes with stuff she didn’t even come for. Idk I want Tesla to be this bad bitch but then she’s also like “how do I normal life please help”

Milly and Vash bonded over being the biggest sweet tooths known to mankind. I love their friendship sm it’s one of my favorites.

Tesla does have 2000’s music taste and by that I mean she got introduced to it by Rem and that was the biggest mistake Rem made. (Based off that one ask that I love to bits)

Team fuck around and find out is back in business and we love to see it.

Wolfwood totally is on the edge of getting fired and Milly probably is the only thing making sure he keeps his job.

Anyway Milly is still the silliest.

“The horrors are inevitable but we stay silly! ✌️😃” -Milly and Vash (probably)

I love chaotic dumbass energy.

Pushing the chess master milly agenda because it would be awesome.

Wait shit what if Tesla taught her how to play and she always lost to her big sister and swore to one day beat her and right when she thought she had it all down the ship crash happened and oh shit the angst whoops

Rem gets mom of the year award again because I love Rem that’s it that’s the meme.

I really don’t have any other thoughts but they’re just so good omfg amazing food here my guy.

#trigun

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egcdeath · 3 years

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finders keepers

summary: did captain america just steal your cat?

pairing: steve rogers x reader

word count: 2.5k

warnings: tooth rotting fluff, strangers to lovers

author’s note: it’s been way too long since i wrote some pure, self indulgent fluff. this has been quite the refreshing experience for me but i think it’s back to our regularly scheduled program after this ;)

you can find my masterlist and taglist here

Miso had an air of arrogance that you admired. She took the world by its kitty balls, doing whatever she pleased whenever she pleased. Your cat left the apartment for sometimes days at a time, and frequently led male cats to your door. To you, your cat was more like a roommate than a pet, hogging up most of your bed, standing on the counter while you attempted to make food for yourself, and leaving most areas dirtier than she originally found it.

Okay, maybe you were personifying your cat a little too much. But after moving out to D.C., you were unspeakably lonely. Most days, it felt like Miso was all you had, and that you were all Miso had (save for her army of cat boyfriends).

This made things all the more concerning for you when you’d realized that you hadn’t seen your cat companion in five days. Five whole days without the comforting vibration of her purr, her ungodly hours of wakeup calls demanding to be played with, or pet. The cherry on top was that the cat food outside your door appeared to be completely untouched.

In your frenzied realization of your missing cat, your mind raced with a thousand different terrible situations your dear Miso could’ve found herself in. You frantically clicked through pictures of her on an online album and attempted to find a photo that would capture her white fur with large blobs of auburn, and her vibrant blue eyes to put on your ‘MISSING’ sign. The longer you clicked, the more that you began to worry that she had been caught and kidnapped by some terrible person with bad intentions.

You finally threw together the poster, sending it to your phone so that you could print it off at the OfficeMax down the street. Luckily for you, you didn’t make it that far, as the moment you began to lock the closed door of your apartment, you saw the unmistakable figure of your cat.

In the arms of your neighbor.

Now, you’d never met Steve. He was an Avenger, Captain America to be exact, and you were just… you. You’d convinced yourself that attempting to introduce yourself to him would ultimately end in failure, and an embarrassing one at that. Maybe he’d scoff and walk away, or call Tony Stark in front of you and tell him about the crazy woman he just encountered.

But none of that mattered. Captain America was stealing your fucking cat.

“Excuse me, sir?” You asked, stepping away from your door and approaching the Greek God of a man to the right of you.

“Oh, hey! We must be n-“

“You have my cat,” you said bluntly.

“I’m sorry, what?” Steve seemed to do a double take

“My cat, y’know, the feline in your arms.”

“Well, maybe we just have similar looking cats. This is Arabella.”

You nearly scoffed at this, shaking your head. First, Captain America kidnapped your cat, and now he’s trying to convince you that it’s not your cat? Yeah, you’d know Miso from a mile away. And what kind of name is Arabella?

“Arabella is a great name for her,” Steve retorted, pulling the cat closer to his chest. Shit, did you say that out loud?

“Well I think it’s time for Miso to come back home,” the cat’s ears perked at this, and she glanced over at you. The sight of you made her wiggle and hop out of Steve’s tight embrace, landing on her feet and trotting over to you. The damn cat rubbed her face against your calf and purred as if she hadn’t been cheating on you for long enough to have gained a new name.

You squatted down and rubbed the back of your hand against her cheek, and shook your head at your pet, “you’re getting put on probation, young lady.”

She didn’t seem to mind, pacing back and forth around you. You glanced up and saw Steve with a rather neutral expression on his face, as if he was masking whatever it was that he was feeling.

��I’m sorry about that, ma’am. Uh, maybe I’ll see you both around sometime,” disappointment coated his every word before he opened up his apartment door and promptly closed it behind him.

You were surprised at how quickly he conceded, but you weren’t particularly mad about it either. You weren’t sure what you’d do if you never got your Miso back.

——

A whole day later, you’d been in your apartment typing up an email when a soft rapping at your door got your attention.

“Just a second!” you called, hopping up and hurrying to the door. When you opened it, Steve was standing in front of you, waiting with an oversized box in his hands.

“These are some of Ar- Miso?” he trailed off, waiting for you to confirm the name, and you gave him a tiny nod. “These are some of Miso’s toys. I just figured if she’s not staying at my place anymore…”

As if on cue, Miso strolled up to the door, and stretched her arms up on Steve’s leg, begging to be picked up. The man glanced at you for approval, and you gave a dismissive shrug before he set down the box, and held up the cat.

Steve frowned as he held her, and frankly, it pulled on your heart strings. You had to remind yourself that this man had been holding your cat captive for at least a week, and at most… who knows.

She clearly had a connection with him, and that was what intrigued you most. Miso was a very picky cat, and it was only occasionally that she found someone that she genuinely liked, let alone wanted to be picked up by. If you continued to watch the display of affection in front of you, you might just cave.

“Uh, I left something in the oven for a little too long, so I should probably go get that. Thanks for stopping by.”

Steve nodded, understanding that it was time for him to exit.

——

You should’ve seen this coming the minute Miso was back in your home. You stepped out of the shower one morning to find your front door slightly ajar, and your animal nowhere to be found.

You huffed, frustrated that just three days after you told yourself that your cat was completely indoor from that point on, she had escaped. She could literally be anywhere at this point.

In a whirlwind, you threw on a sweatshirt and pants, ready to go print out the missing posters that you had designed just a few days ago. As you slipped on sneakers, you realized something very crucial. She might just be at Steve’s place.

You groaned aloud, rubbing your temple as you thought of how difficult your cat was being. You were becoming a bit nervous to approach Steve, you hadn’t gotten off to the greatest start, and if your cat wasn’t there, things might just be awkward.

Regardless, you knew you needed to try, so you exited your own home, and knocked on the door of Steve’s.

A few moments later, he appeared with your cat in tow.

“Hey!” he paused and trailed off, “I never got your name before.”

“That’s what you care about right now?” you glanced down at your animal. “It’s Y/N, by the way.”

“Hi, Y/N. Miso and I were just enjoying breakfast, if you’d like to join us?”

Was Steve shooting his shot?

“I appreciate your offer, but I think I’m alright. I have to get back to work, and my cat is still in your custody,” your eyes flickered down to the animal who stood proudly by his side.

“Maybe some other time,” he shrugged. “You work from home?”

You nodded, then squatted down to get eye level with your cat.

“I’m jealous,” he chuckled. “Alright, I’ll stop bothering you now. Bye Miso, see you around, Y/N.”

You picked up your cat, who briefly dug her nails into the ground in resistance before submitting to her capture. As you brought her back home, you couldn’t help but wonder if you’d made the right choice.

——

Ever since you’d discovered Miso, or Arabella’s secret life, it’s like you couldn’t stop noticing her connection to Steve.

Some days, she’d be gone until the dead of night, when she’d meow and paw at your front door until you woke up. Other times she’d be laying in bed with you, and she smelled distinctly of your neighbor. Your cat had single handedly turned a stranger into a thoroughly integrated part of your life.

It was as if Miso was now your child, and Steve your ex-husband in a Cold War style custody battle, where Miso seemed to prefer her father. It was slightly disheartening. At the very least, you knew she was in good hands.

You held a throw pillow to your chest while you watched a rerun of a sitcom on your television, procrastinating in your work for as long as you possibly could. The sound of a knock on your door pulled you from your trance, and as you peeked through the peephole of your door, you saw a slightly distorted Steve.

Opening up the door, you gave him just the faintest hint of a smile, “what’s up, neighbor? Need me to grab you some treats for Arabella, or something?”

“Kinda the opposite,” he gestured with his head down to the cat squirming in his hands. “I’m gonna be gone on a mission for the next week or so. I just wanted to let you know that if Miso gets out, she’s not with me.”

Steve set her down on your carpet, and she happily collapsed at your feet, “keep her safe for me, alright?”

——

You took a deep breath as you approached his door, hoping he hadn’t left just yet. You fiddled with the sticky note containing your number, and polaroid photo of your cat in your hand, considering turning around and scrapping the idea all together.

It was silly to think that an Avenger would ever bother reaching out to you. You were probably overstepping anyway. Steve would think you were a freak and take full custody of your beloved Miso once and for all.

Going against your better judgment, you set down the polaroid-note combo and quickly slid it under Steve’s door. Whatever happened happened.

The next morning, you were pleased to receive a notification from an unknown number.

Send Miso pics?

You were more than happy to oblige.

——

Over the course of Steve’s week-long mission, you’d sent several pictures and videos of your cat doing random things. Trying to get on the table, sleeping on top of your dryer, and even playing with one of the toys Steve provided.

Surprisingly, Steve wasn’t as dry of a texter as you thought he’d be. He was eating up all of the Miso content, and would occasionally even ask for you to send more photos.

The final night of his mission, you were surprised when you received a FaceTime request, at first writing it off as a technical error (he was from a different time period, after all), but the follow up call demonstrated his intentions.

You cautiously picked up, the knot in your stomach growing as you did so, “hello?”

“Hi!” Steve greeted optimistically, the phone just a bit too close to his face. “Any Miso sightings?”

“Yeah, she’s actually sleeping on my foot right now,” you chuckled, flipping the camera so you could show her off in your dim, lamp-lit bedroom.

“So cute,” he hummed, “how have you been?”

“Me?” you laughed quietly, “I’m not the one on a top secret mission in god-knows-where. But I’ve been fine. How are you?”

“Honestly? I’m pretty tired. Kinda can’t wait to get home and see you and Miso,” he said in a quieter voice.

Your brain stalled out for a second. Steve was excited to see you? You hoped that you were reading this the right way, as you were more than willing to go with whatever it was that Steve was putting down.

“We’ll be expecting an immediate visit from you, then. I’ll let Miso know that she needs to start kneading a bread loaf for you as soon as possible. Any idea of what time you’re getting into D.C.?”

“Probably late morning, but it really depends on when Natasha gets up.”

You had a moment where you realized that you were talking to a real life superhero, and he had just referenced his friend… who was also a superhero. You paused for a second.

“Y/N? Hey, you still here?”

“Yeah! Yeah. I just zoned out for a sec. Well, you better get here safe or else someone is going to be very annoyed with you.”

Steve laughed softly across the line, and you adjusted yourself in bed, yawning softly.

“I’m sorry, I forgot how late it is over there,” Steve apologized.

“Don’t worry, I was up anyway. One of Miso’s boyfriends is pretty upset that he can’t come in here and spend the night with her.”

“Which one?”

“I think that grey one. I don’t really know what his voice sounds like, but she’s been leading him on lately,” you responded, eliciting a laugh from both you and Steve.

“Try to get some sleep, okay? I don’t need you snoozing while I come to visit our girl.”

“You are something else, Steve Rogers,” you said fondly, adjusting your phone one last time as you hugged a pillow. “I’ll get to sleep. See you tomorrow.”

“See you tomorrow. Sweet dreams, Y/N.”

You hung up, and cuddled into your pillow with a sigh. Calling your dreams that night sweet was an understatement.

——

You seemed to be Steve’s first stop after his mission, stopping at your door with his duffel bag still attached to his arm, and wearing a slightly dirty and much too small white t-shirt.

Expecting his presence, you quickly got the door and gave him a toothy grin.

“It’s so good to see your face without a screen,” Steve commented. Internally, you swooned.

“I could say the same for you, Steve.”

Miso had been summoned by the sound of Steve’s voice, practically sprinting to the door and meowing at him on the top of her lungs.

“Miso really appreciates you coming here to see her first,” you added as he lifted her up and quietly cooed into her wrinkly head. “Feel free to take her for the next few days. I’m sure she’s getting tired of me.”

Steve shook his head at you, and grinned, “that’s so sweet of you,” he briefly looked down at his wristwatch, and his brows raised.

“Shit. I have to go, but I promise to see you soon. I’m glad to see that everything is well. Take care, Y/N,” Steve began making his way back to his own apartment, and you watched him with the semblance of a frown.

You really needed to stop longing for the unobtainable.

——

You hadn’t heard from Steve in a few days following his return, and your brief interaction with him. Part of you wondered if he was avoiding you for some reason.

Your phone lit up the room as it went off, and you grabbed it to look at the notification you received.

A picture of Steve grinning with Miso sitting on his chest looked back at you with a simple message connected to it.

Wanna come over? :D

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #chris evans x reader #chris evans x you #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers fanfiction #captain america x reader #captain america x you #captain america fanfiction

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woahsehun · 3 years

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♡ boyfriend mark ♡

just what I think mark might be like as a boyfriend

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warnings: light swearing, mentions of religion??? idk if that needs to be a warning but I don’t wanna see ANY clowning of mark in the comments I will literally send jaehyun to hit you with a broom

disclaimer: obviously I don’t know mark lmao this is just for fun and if you disagree feel free to politely disagree elsewhere ♡ but I mean comment if you want idc just pls don’t be mean to me I’ll cry

I also tried to keep it gender neutral but I am new to writing these types of scenarios and stuff so if you notice anything that I should change feel free to let me know :)

now back to our regularly scheduled programming

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okay I literally wrote this whole thing and then it disappeared in my drafts so •_•

sigh

anyways mark would be a really good boyfriend obviously (other than him being super busy)

the best friend type of boyfriend

this man would write songs about you and for you ALL.THE.TIME.

his notes app is basically reminders, bible quotes, poems, and unfinished lyrics about you

would also call you dude a lot

in a natural gender neutral kinda way (unless you expressed discomfort)

I shall provide an example scenario:

mark @ you: “dudeeeee look at this video I found”

johnny, later that day: “wait do you call your partner dude?”

mark: “…o_o yeah… why…?”

johnny: “haha, oh, no reason, just wondering”

mark would then proceed to try out different nicknames or pet names for you. it would probably feel weird at first, but if you both found you liked one then I think it would stick

would still call you dude sometimes tho

another thing - he would really love if you hung out with him and the boys. I think it would reassure him if you were comfortable around his friends and it would also show him that they like and trust you, which I think would be a big thing for him

on a more serious note - after hanging out with everyone, for example, when it’s later and more relaxing and y’all are alone would be a vital time to talk about deeper things

not necessarily anything super serious I mean the conversations would still be natural

idk why I’m nervous (maybe nctzens scare me, maybe not 👁👁) so I’m gonna say whatever I want - I think mark would really appreciate if he could talk to you about his faith and beliefs

I mean we kinda know how much his faith means to him and how it intertwines with his work so I think it’s safe to say this would affect his relationships as well

however, I also think he would love to hear about what your beliefs are whether you’re part of an organized religion or not because it’s a part of you, and that’s what he loves so

even if you disagreed he would still like listening to you and would respect your views (and would expect the same in return 😐 that’s right I’m watching you)

idk he seems like a good listener to me

back on a lighter note I wanna talk about a responsibility you have

you know those jokes he tells sometimes and the members (especially the dreamies) just go 👀? 👀? 👀?

MF YOU BETTER LAUGH

if you laugh at those idc if you’ve been dating for only one month he WILL fall in love with you end of story

next topic

mark plays guitar so expect that I’m sure it would be lovely

like if you’re together on a rainy day and can’t go out, aka bored, be ready for some guitar and lyrical freestyling

the type to play mad libs with you so you guys can turn it into a song and will probably try and convince you to perform it with him for the members

anyways y’all would best besties in love and that’s that :)

edit: SIKE, I’m back with more

I’ve been in my mark feels so I we might as well experience this together

he absolutely will not hesitate to rap battle you with no mercy

well, maybe he’d have a little mercy bc you’re just too cute, but he’d probably still win

idk what his love language is but I feel like he would appreciate words of affirmation in some way

he works so hard all the time so I think it would be special to him if you acknowledge that and praise him or tell him you’re proud of him

it’s just a clear and firm way to reassure him and for him to know that he’s doing something right

might be a little shy or cringe about outward affection in front of other people but hear me out with this scenario:

you wake up early/earlier than mark and just can’t help but get up to get some water/coffee/whatever you drink in the morning

so you’re in the kitchen maybe some other boys are meandering around doing their own things too

then, in all his sleepy glory, mark emerges from the warmth of his room. glasses on, his hair sticking out all different directions, and his hoody on slightly crooked

you get up out of your seat as he makes his way towards you

greeting him with a ‘good morning’ you run ur hands through his hair unintentionally smoothing it down in the process

now this man I’m betting is absolutely not paying attention, like he has just regained consciousness over here okay

so his response is kinda just a, “mmmhmhmmmm warmth”, as his body kinda just leans into yours

just remember to catch him bc if u don’t he’ll probably be on the floor lmaooo

I just think sometimes he gets too a point where he’s so tired that he almost forgets to care about being teased and stuff like that

like his hearing blocks out everyone else and in these moments all he sees, and all he wants to see, is you

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I got real soft just then so I think I’m gonna go lay in a hole now thanks byeee ✌️

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♡ welp that’s all I have for now so thanks to anyone who read this, and I hope everyone has a great day/night! ♡

(✿◕ ‿◕ฺ)ノ``` bye bye ```

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4stars-uswnt · 3 years

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Home Is Wherever I’m With You [Christen Press x Reader]

requested by anon: Hey, there just want to drop of this prompt in case you feel like writing it. Reader got home after a few months being away from CP because of the quarantine, maybe a moment of CP confronting R that she’s jealous of R’s teammate that got to lockdown together. Thanks.

A/N: after a week break (for the election and other stresses of life) (and technically i haven’t written in like three weeks bc of life and school), we’re BACK! hope y’all like this one :) and as always, feedback is more than welcome!! anyways, back to your regularly scheduled programming...

“Hey, baby, I’m home,” you call out, as you enter the LA apartment you shared with your girlfriend, closing the door behind you, “fucking finally.” You mumble under your breath, as you drop your bags onto the floor.

“(Y/N)!” Christen runs from the bedroom upon hearing your voice, but before she can crash into you for a long-awaited hug, you put up your hands to stop her.

“Woah, Chris,” you almost falter at the sight of her pout, “I just got off a plane and came from the airport. I need to shower and get all these yucky germs off me.” You smell your shirt and make a face to exaggerate your point.

“But I missed you.” Christen pouts, and you give her a sympathetic smile.

“I missed you too, babe, but I just wanna be extra safe. Can’t have you getting sick or anything like that.” You wink, as you make your way to the bathroom. “I’ll be out in a minute.” Blowing her a kiss, you disappear down the hallway.

Christen sinks down into the couch, letting out a frustrated groan. If the forward was being honest with herself, she more than missed you; she was jealous. Although she knew that you loved her and only her and the two of you had been dating for almost two years, Christen couldn’t help the green-eyed monster from taking over when she constantly saw you on Sofia Huerta’s instagram.

The past two months, you had to quarantine in Seattle and stay in your apartment that you shared with Sofia during the season, while waiting for COVID to settle down enough for you to travel. During that time, you and Sofia spent a lot of time together, doing anything to keep you entertained.

Unfortunately for you, Sofia had often posted on her Instagram story photos and videos of your activities, whether it be a movie night or a bike around Discovery Park, leading to a very annoyed Christen Press.

It wasn’t that Christen was jealous in the sense that she thought there was something going on between you and the midfielder, more so that she was jealous that it was Sofia that got to spend time doing all that fun stuff with you rather than her.

Too caught up in her thoughts, Christen didn’t notice you plop down next to her. “You there?”

“Hmm,” she turns to face you, “yeah, yeah, just got lost in thought.”

“Well, now that I’m all clean,” you smirk, wiggling your eyebrows suggestively, as you move to straddle your girlfriend, “I thought we could make up for some lost time.”

“I like the sound of that.” Christen leans in closer to connect your lips.

—————

The next morning, after a long uneventful night, you woke up in your own bed next to your girlfriend for the first time in months. Turning over, you smile and admire the sleeping woman next to you. Wanting to do something somewhat romantic, you silently slip out of bed, careful not to wake your girlfriend, and head to the kitchen to make some breakfast.

As you were fixing up some coffee and healthy yogurt, oats, and chia seeds (or whatever healthy stuff your girlfriend puts in her breakfast), Christen was groggily waking up. Rolling over, she reaches out to the other side of the bed, expecting to find your warm body, only to be disappointed with cold sheets. Christen rubs her eyes and sits up, but before she could call out to you, you enter the bedroom, carrying a tray with two bowls and a cup of coffee.

“Good morning, sunshine.” You smile, leaning down to give your girlfriend a peck. “Brought you some breakfast in bed.”

“Thanks, babe.” Christen’s heart melted, as she looks to see what you made. “Aw, and you even made my favorite.”

“Yup.” You playfully boast and wink. “Your favorite for my favorite.”

Your girlfriend can’t help but giggle at your cheesiness. “Well, thank you. I appreciate it, love.”

Right as you go to take a bite, Christen grabs your wrist. “Wait.”

“Whatttttt?” You whine like a child.

“Lemme take a photo.” She explains gently, ignoring your antics.

You roll your eyes, as she takes a photo of your bowls and posts it to her Instagram story:

The two of you spend the rest of the morning in bed, eating breakfast, giggling, catching up, and just enjoying each other’s much missed presence.

—————

Later that afternoon, as the two of you were doing your separate tasks, Christen preoccupied with re-inc and you with your article for the tribune, you finish typing your thought and shut your laptop. You get up from the sofa and approach your girlfriend, who’s sitting at the kitchen counter, wrapping your arms around her waist and resting your chin on her shoulder.

“You almost done?”

“Almost.” Christen hums, smiling slightly, as you kiss her shoulder and then her neck, making your way up to her cheek.

“I’m bored.”

Christen finishes writing her email and then turns around to face you. “Well, what do you wanna do?”

“You’re done?” You ask, feeling slightly guilty from pulling her away from her work, knowing she had more to do.

“I can be, if you offer up a better alternative.” Christen teases.

“Oh, I definitely have something better to offer.” You smirk and bring her in for a deep kiss. You immediately swipe your tongue on her bottom lip, asking for an entrance, which the green-eyed woman grants. Your mouths move in a perfect harmony, like a well-rehearsed dance. As you kiss down her throat, Christen lets out a sigh.

“Yeah,” she breaths, “this is definitely better.”

“Yeah?” You mumble into her neck.

“Mhmm.”

“Well then,” you pull your head out of the crook of her neck, “you’re just gonna have to wait till later because I found this Bob Ross tutorial that we’re gonna do.” You exclaim giddily, and you give Christen’s nose a quick kiss.

“Really, (Y/N)?” She calls out after you, as you go to get the supplies, slightly riled up. But when you come back, balancing canvases in one hand and paints and brushes in the other, Christen completely forgets about her frustration, as she sees your enthusiastic smile.

“C’mon, Chris.” You nod your head for her to follow you into the dining area. “And bring some wine too!”

Christen laughs, shaking her head, but grabs a bottle of rosé and two glasses.

“So what scene are we painting?”

“‘Island in the Wilderness.’” You scroll through YouTube until clicking on the video.

“Sounds hard.” Christen states hesitantly, as she pours some wine for the both of you.

“Eh, it probably is, but that’s the fun of it.” You shrug, thanking her, as she hands you your glass.

“Whatever you say, babe.”

While you’re setting up the canvases on easels and open up the necessary paints, Christen quickly pulls out her phone to take a picture of the set up, once again adding it to her story:

“Ready?” You turn to your girlfriend, about to start the video. Christen nods and picks up one of the brushes.

About 10 minutes into the tutorial, you lean back into your chair, frustrated by the difficulty of the painting.

“Ugh! This is so hard.” You set your brush down, replacing it with your glass of wine. “How does Bob make it look so easy? Mine looks nothing like his, or even yours.” Pouting, you gesture to Christen’s piece, which unfairly looks quite similar to the video’s.

Your girlfriend just chuckles at you, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek, hoping to placate you. “(Y/N/N), yours is looking great.”

“You have to say that. You’re my girlfriend.” You huff jokingly.

Christen ignores you and continues to watch Bob paint some trees just by flicking his brush back and forth.

Having given up on your own painting, you sit back and watch your girlfriend gracefully paint. You soon become bored, Bob Ross’s soothing voice almost putting you to sleep, so you grab one of your brushes. Reaching out, you poke Christen’s cheek, dotting blue paint across the side of her face.

Her jaw drops, and she turns to face you, as you have to stifle your laughter.

“You did not just do that.” She glares at you, readying her own brush, and before you know it, you have a stripe of green paint down your nose.

You raise your eyebrows at your girlfriend and then narrow your eyes. “Oh, it is so on.” You reach out in front of you and dip your hands in paint, and you see Christen out of the corner of your eye doing the same.

Before she could prepare herself, you’re smearing paint up and down her arms.

“Hey!” Christen shouts. “That’s not fair. I wasn’t ready.”

“All is fair in love and war.” You cheekily smirk.

“Alright, if you wanna play that way…” Christen trails off, as she cups your cheeks with her painted hands, squishing them together, effectively rubbing paint all over your face. “There you go, love.”

“That’s it. You are so getting it.” You wipe your mouth, where some paint had gotten.

Christen squeals and goes to run away, causing you to chase after her. Catching up to her, which is no easy task, fortunately for you, the forward had been wearing socks, you wrap your arms around her waist and pick her up. You nuzzle your nose in the crook of her neck, effectively spreading the paint.

“(Y/N), my clothes!” Your girlfriend exclaims in between laughs.

“It’ll wash out. And if not, I’m pretty sure you have like at least ten other shirts just like that.” You set the other woman back down on the floor, and she turns to wrap her arms around your neck.

“I love you, (Y/N).” She says with a giant grin on her face.

“I love you too, Christen.” You rubs your nose against hers, snorting when you see paint end up on her nose. “You’re more beautiful than any art piece.”

Christen giggles and brings you in for a sweet kiss. Pulling away, she backs away from you, slowly turning around to head to down the hallway.

“I think I could use a shower now.” Christen reaches for the hem of her shirt and pulls it over her head. Looking over her shoulder, she throws you a wink, as she unclips her bra. “You coming?”

Your eyes widen at the sight of the smooth skin of your girlfriend’s back. Shaking your head, you knock yourself out of your stupor and eagerly follow Christen into the bathroom, almost tripping on your own two feet.

—————

About twenty minutes later, the two of you are clean, having gotten rid of nearly all the paint off your bodies. As you’re going to get dressed, you notice Christen changing into a pair of sweat shorts.

“Babe, you might wanna change into something a little warmer.”

“What? Why?” Christen furrows her eyebrows, tilting her head in confusion. “What’s wrong with my shorts?”

“You mean besides the fact that they’re mine?” You tease, earning a blush from your girlfriend. “We’re going out.” You tell her succinctly.

“What? Where?”

“It’s a surprise.” You pull on a pair of loose jeans and slip on a warm sweater.

“Well, will you at least tell me what to wear?” Christen prods.

“Wear some layers. It might get cold.” You give her a quick kiss before heading into the kitchen to prepare your surprise, leaving your girlfriend absolutely clueless and struggling to pick out some clothes.

While Christen was fussing over her outfit, you quickly put together some fruit, and some cheese and crackers into a picnic basket, along with the bottle of rosé, two glasses, and a blanket. Scanning the apartment, you quickly thought of what else you needed. You snatch two of the pillows from the couch and stuff them in another bag.

'What else? Is that everything?’ You think to yourself. ‘Flowers, definitely need some flowers!’

You grab the basket and the bag with the pillows and head to the front door. “Chris, I’m gonna go pick up the mail!” While that was only partly true, as the mail had definitely been sitting in your box all day, you were also gonna go put these bags in your car and pick some flowers on the way out.

“Okay, thanks, babe!” She yells back from the bedroom. With that, you kick the door shut behind you and head down to the garage.

After having picking some flowers from the shared garden at the front of your apartment building, putting everything in the trunk, and grabbing the mail, you reenter your apartment.

“What took so long?” Christen asks with no malice in her voice.

You look up from the mail, and your breath hitches. Your girlfriend was wearing a simple outfit, a pair of light-washed jeans and a sherpa quarter zip, and her curly hair was in a half-up-half-down bun. While it may be simple, her beauty never failed to take your breath away.

“(Y/N)?” She pulls you out of your thoughts.

“Sorry,” you shake your head, “I ran into Jerry, and he wanted to know, and I quote, ‘where the hell’ I’ve been.”

Christen chuckles. “Of course he did.”

Jerry was the doorman and was very excited when he found at that Christen Press and (Y/N) (Y/L/N) would be living in the building, as he was a huge fan of women’s soccer.

“So, you ready?” You reach out to take your girlfriend’s hand.

“Yup.” She squeezes your hand. “You still not gonna tell me where we’re going?”

“Nope.” You quip. “You’ll just have to be patient, my love.”

“Fine.” Christen pouts, and you kiss her cheek, wiping the frown off her face.

—————

It was about a fifteen minute drive to the beach from your apartment, and when Christen recognized the familiar route, she piped up.

“We’re going to the beach?”

“Mhmm.” You hum. “You’re too smart for your own good, Press.”

“That’s what happens when you go to Stanford.” Christen teases, knowing your distain towards the school, you yourself having gone to Cal.

“Whatever.” You mumble under your breath, earning a small giggle from the other woman.

You park the car and race around to open Christen’s door for her. “M’lady.” You say with a fake posh British accent, as you hold your hand out for her to take.

“Why thank you.” She blushes, responding with her own accent.

As you open the trunk and pull out the things for your picnic, Christen’s eyes soften and feels her whole body flush with a warmth she could only describe as love.

“(Y/N/N),” she gasps, “what is all of this for?”

Closing the trunk, you give her a goofy grin. “What? I have to have a reason to spoil my girlfriend and take her on a romantic picnic on the beach?”

“I mean— no.” Christen’s cheeks tint pink.

“That’s what I thought.” You throw her a wink. “Now, c’mon, this food won’t eat itself!”

The two of you make your way down onto the beach, finding the perfect spot where there weren’t very many people. After you finish setting up the blanket and pillows and unpack the picnic basket, Christen snaps a photo of the serene setting, as the sun is almost setting.

“Chris, come join me!” You wave over your girlfriend, who notices that you’re now sitting on the blanket, snacking on some grapes.

The forward slips off her shoes and takes a seat next to you, sinking her toes in the sand.

“This is amazing, (Y/N).” Christen intertwines your fingers and kisses the back of your hand. “Thank you for this, and this entire day really. I don’t know what I did to deserve it.”

“Just being you, Chris. You deserve the world.” You smile softly. “Annnddd, I figured since we’ve been apart for so long, this was the least I could do.”

“Well, thank you, again.”

You lean in to give her a sweet kiss. “Anytime, babe.” And Christen could tell by your voice, and just from knowing you, that you truly did mean any time, that you would do anything for her because she would do anything for you.

Watching the sunset, the two of you snack on the food and sip on the wine you’d brought, conversing about plans for the holidays and the upcoming Olympics.

At the break of your conversations, as you sit in silence, watching the waves crash and the last rays of sun reflect across the water, you feel your phone buzz. Checking the screen, you see it’s a text from Megan, and you chuckle in amusement but also in confusion.

“Chris, do you know why Pinoe texted me saying: ‘Thanks for making me look bad with all your romantic gestures. Now Sue is badgering me, asking why I never do stuff like that for her.’?”

“Um, I have no idea.” Christen looks down, suddenly finding the sand incredibly interesting.

“Hmm, okay.” You eye your girlfriend suspiciously, as you text your teammate back, asking her what she’s talking about. Seconds later, you get a response telling you to check Christen’s Instagram story. Opening the app, you click on your girlfriend’s posts and notice she’s documented the activities throughout your day, from breakfast in bed to painting Bob Ross to your romantic picnic.

Looking up from your phone, you turn to Christen and see she’s still fiddling with the grains of sand.

“Chris?” You gently coax. “Is this what Pinoe was talking about?”

She nods, feeling embarrassed. “I’m sorry.”

“No, no, no,” you grab her hands, guiding her to look at you, “I’m not mad at you, baby, not at all.”

You weren’t angry or upset with her for posting those pictures, as your relationship wasn’t a secret to anybody, but you knew this wasn’t like Christen at all. You knew your girlfriend was a very private person, not one to post or flaunt your relationship on social media, and you respected her decisions and boundaries, being a somewhat conserved person as well.

“I’m just surprised, that’s all.” You continue, gently brushing a loose hair out of her face. “What brought this on?”

Christen murmurs something under her breath.

“I’m sorry? I didn’t quite catch that.”

She takes a deep breath and repeats herself. “I wanted to show everyone that you’re mine. I know it’s stupid, but I was a jealous of Sofia and how you two got to spend so much time together. And I know that you would never ever cheat on me, I know that, (Y/N), but it just sucked that I couldn’t be with you for the past two months, so I just wanted to show people that—“

You bring your girlfriend’s face closer to yours and kiss her, cutting off her rambling. Leaning your forehead against hers, you look deeply into her eyes.

“I love you, Christen. And being away from you for these past two months absolutely sucked because you’re my home, Chris, as cheesy as that sounds it’s true. I’m sorry if I did anything to make you feel like I was ignoring you by spending time with Sofia. I love you and only you.”

Christen shakes her head. “No, (Y/N), you didn’t do anything wrong, I promise. I was just frustrated by this whole pandemic and not being able to spend time with you.”

“Me too, Chris, me too.” You pepper her face with kisses, causing her to throw her head back giggling.

“And I’m sorry if me posting stuff from our day made you uncomfortable.” Christen apologizes sincerely, before nudging you with a slight smirk on her face. “I just wanted to show off my amazing romantic girlfriend to the world.”

You let out a hearty laugh. “I don’t mind being shown off, babe, not at all.”

“Good, because I plan on doing it for a long time. You’re stuck with me.” She sticks out her tongue at you, earning a fond smile.

“Lucky me.”

#uswnt x reader #uswnt imagine #uswnt imagines #christen press x reader #christen press imagine #christen press imagines #uswnt #christen press

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wishfxljikan · 2 years

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“Bleed-In”!Deimos hcs because I’m in a state of paranoia and exhaustion but my brain has been deimos all day long and I can’t help it (also I’ll be back to regularly scheduled programming soon I promise) also chapter 2 soon

read more cuz oh boy there’s a lot.

- Deimos’ back got shot up a LOT (It’s to be expected when you’re handed a pistol and you’re caught completely off guard), he’s nearly paralyzed from the neck down, except instead of being paralyzed this idiot feels all of it, well, whenever Doc isn’t giving him painkillers and shit - His jokes about death, dying, his carefree attitude, etc.. it worsens at this point, actively throwing shade towards wanting to die for probably the first time in his life (and it isn’t an actual joke, either) - he isn’t actually paralyzed and jokes about that too, Hank is selectively mute in my canon but the first time he speaks in a long time to Deimos, its to scold deimos to stop beating himself up like this, it’s annoying. - 2B comes up with an idea to get him back into the fight and starts making Hank and Sanford go on supply runs / raids to get all the shit he needs - Surprise Surgery! - Deimos, instead of being Dedmos with his stone jaw and stuff, gets metallic/cybernetic implants throughout his spine and it all goes to an attachment on his back - This has 2 mecha-claw arms that at a later point Deimos can literally operate them at his own will either with an AI..sharp clawed hands and sharp clawed metallic hands, because fuck yeah - Also at one point there’s gonna be Deimos wielding 4 guns (or 2 guns 2 melee weapons) at once and that’s honestly fucking terrifying. - Sanford expresses significantly more worry the moment he sees Deimos in this state, there’s frequent panic attacks and breakdowns at the sight of Deimos even while he’s getting used to the modifications. - Sanmos is canon in this universe, Sanford is actually the one falling in love with Deimos, while Deimos is completely oblivious, though the feeling is mutual and they’re forever locked in “there’s no fucking way this dude swings that way.” And they make up excuses for X action - There’s a whole ass lot of silence after MC11 minus the raids for materials, Auditor is still out there, making plans, but for the most part it’s...eerily silent? - He sneaks out in a fit of anger one night, Hank of course follows, of course you can’t just sneak out and expect no one to notice you’re missing. - Oh yeah these claws can literally obliterate MAG Agents, he’s gone out on a live-fire testing range with these bad boys. - It’s mostly out of the sense of suicidal ideation (not good) even after everything 2B and the others have put into it. Yeah I’m partially spoiling future chapters with this post but this is just to keep my thoughts in check - Anyway, Hank follows him as he massacres an entire A.A.H.W base until he comes face to face with one of the main MAG Agents running the Base of Operations at this specific base and he has THAT feeling - “What if I just let them kill me here and now?”, taking all the scolding from 2B and Hank as simply annoying them more and more to an unbearable point. Sanford is too busy going to Doc, voicing his frustrations. - He nearly wrote a finished note the night of but decided against it. - Hank comes in and murders the MAG Agent right as it’s aiming at the freely-awaiting death of Deimos. Someone is NOT happy. Hank is very much so extremely pissed off at Deimos for thinking he can throw his life away that easily. - It’s the first time Hank has ever been that verbal towards anyone outside of 2B and it completely shocks Deimos into going silent. “We’re going to have a chat once we get back.” - Deimos silently nods and just, they fight their way out of a nearly desolate base. His claws were indeed very powerful both with extra weapons and on their own, but, this is Deimos we’re talking about. - Once they get back it’s not a pretty sight to behold. - Sanford found the note after waking up and realizing that Deimos wasn’t there, it was crumpled up in a corner that was usually always clean. Immediately showed it to 2B who in turn sent Hank to follow Deimos, who hadn’t gotten far at that point. - They’re all silent but even Doc looks a tad on the worried side. Sanford looks absolutely devastated and Hank glances towards Deimos with the slightest hint of genuine care at their ally.

and I’m going hard into later chapter spoiler territory but you gotta know I have...so many things planned (how this is probs gonna end up being over 20 chapters and maybe over 50k words because I’ve been plotting this out for like 2 weeks now and it’s fucking insane and I can’t believe I got 250 hits in like 5 days wtf)

#Madness Combat #Madcom #Madness Combat Deimos #Madness Combat Sanford #Madness Combat Hank #2BDamned #Lowkey Sanmos #Cybernetic!Deimos AU #Bleed-In #Out Of Gears: OOC #for once personals can interact with this post #massive hc post #I love this deimos of mine I've created and I have so much fucking planned like #I know I said haha yeah I'll maybe do a second chapter but no #this is gonna turn into a full ass novella fic #sanmos

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moth-based-cryptology · 3 years

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Youtuber!Ralbert Au - Part Two

once again inspired by the wonderful and fabulous @we-are-inevitable and you can find her original concept here

part one to this series can be found here

and my valentine’s concept can be found here

i finally did it guys are you proud ✨

LETS DO THIS THING

now that we’re here, i realized i forgot some vital information last time (aka i hadn’t come up with it yet but ranting to jorja helped me solidify the world thank you mother goose)

so race’s online handle is radioactive racer, and albert’s is, as we know, chaotic red

both of these come from when they were in middle school and had just made vine accounts

albert’s entire account was just videos of race doing dumb shit while he cackled in the background

race’s was just memes

but because this was middle school, race looks WILDLY DIFFERENT compared to now

he was in his full dyed hair and guyliner phase, and before he grew 8 inches the summer before freshman year, so he’s fairly unrecognizable in the vines of him (plus,,,, they were dumb 13 year olds, only their friends saw their vines)

but there’s just,,,, an account full of very cringe videos of 7th grade racetrack higgins on the internet that nobody’s connected to them yet, so we’ll do something with that eventually

now back to your regularly scheduled programming ✨

so race and ‘red’ announced they were dating about a month ago, and it’s getting increasingly difficult to make sure al’s face isn’t visible in any clips

also both of their channels are gaining more traction, and race is getting recognized more in public (which he adores, i might add)

but it means that eventually someone’s going to make the connection between the redhead race is walking around with and chaotic red

so despite how anxious it makes him

how genuinely terrified he is that he won’t live up to expectations and everyone will be disappointed

he decides to post a Q&A video to his channel and reveal his identity

it starts with him adjusting the focus onto the couch in their living room, before his stocky frame, black sabbath shirt, jewelry and freckles walk on screen, and he sits down

if anybody had any idea what to expect, the crooked grin, lip ring and custom snapback probably weren’t terribly high on their list

he lets out a breath and his grin gets a bit wider, before he waves into the camera “hey guys! so,,,, this is probably a bit out of left field, but i wanted to properly introduce myself. i’m albert, nice to meet you, but please, call me red.”

his eyes flicker to behind the camera and he rolls his eyes slightly at race’s chuckling that barely audible to the audience

“don’t you dare laugh at me, i’ve never done this before!”

“you’re doing great babe, you’re just a massive dork.”

“stuff it, blondie.”

al can’t really hold back his laughter, not completely, so he huffs a bit before turning back to the camera and properly answer questions to “let the people get to know me”

the dynamic from race’s original video revealing their roommates is flipped

the audience finally getting to see that albert’s grin pulls up slightly farther on the left side than the right

or that he fidgets with his lip ring when he’s thinking through an answer

or the utterly s o f t look he has in his eyes when he looks at racer, one that seriously doesn’t match his mischievous expression or abrasive voice

he answers questions with more ease than he expected, excited to finally be sharing, but once it comes time to hit upload he freezes

“race i don’t think i can do this”

“of course you can sweetheart, everyone already loves you”

“but what if they’re disappointed? what if i’m not cool or interesting or attractive enough? what if-“

“al i k n o w you did not just look at me with t h a t face and claim to not be ‘attractive enough’. attractive enough for who, red? people that are gonna say mean shit anyway?”

al ends up hitting the upload button and promptly hitting his forehead on his desk in anguish cause holy shit what’d i just do

all his worrying ends up being for nothing because everyone absolutely adores him and won’t stop saying how p r o u d they are and how pretty he is

“i told you, dumbass. you’re the prettiest person i know.”

“stop it, you sap.”

he starts using face cams for his (and race’s, when he’s on the chaotic red channel) gameplays and his focused face is s o c u t e

race finally doesn’t have to be sneaky or beg him to take pictures anymore

race is also incredibly excited to not have to aggressively edit all his videos to make sure you can’t see al’s face/hear his name in any of them

race “accidentally” leaves the clip of them slow dancing in the kitchen to ed sheeran in the vlog right after the face reveal

when al next films a sit down video, race is behind the camera, and they’re going through old pictures of albert from childhood (most of them have race in them too, he might as well be there)

this is when the fans discover albert blushes when he’s embarrassed

this video is also how everyone connects the old chaotic red vine account to them and race is m o r t i f i e d

they make it to a picture of them just after they got together, race leaning into albert’s side loosing his shit at something jack is doing off camera, but in-the-picture albert is too busy looking completely head over heels for race to notice whatever they’re doing over there

al just grins and looks up at race with the same stupid mushy expression

“that’s when i knew i was really in love with you”

you can basically hear race m e l t behind the camera and he just tackles al into a hug on the couch and it’s SUCH a cute couple-y moment

“yeah, and you were calling m e the sap earlier. s u r e, whatever helps you sleep at night, albie.”

“it ain’t sappy if it’s true, tonio.”

and editing-al cuts it off, but race had untucked his face from al’s neck and dragged him into a kiss

when he finally got back to filming, al may or may not have had to use cover up on his neck to make it less conspicuous, but that’s neither here nor there to be honest

also this isn’t a necessary addition but every once in awhile race or al will forget to cover up marks on their necks before filming and get absolutely ROASTED on twitter

i have a thousand more ideas for this au so i promise i will be making more at some point but here’s ✨this✨ for now

lmk if you want me to add you to a tag list or whatever cause i’m down with that

ok fín

#newsies #livesies #albert dasilva #racetrack higgins #never not read the tags #ralbert #youtuber ralbert #youtuber!au #jack kelly #is mentioned #chaotic red and radioactive racer #also that last tag is their official tag from now on #i love they #they <3 #come get yall juice #finally doing the whole making consistent content thing #ta da

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aritamargarita · 3 years

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ATTITUDE || 009

ATTENTION!! ATTENTIONNNN!!!! ITS HERE!

i was gonna put my notes up at the top but i kept you guys waiting for too long. more notes are at the end, hope you guys like it!

IT IS THE NEW ERA MY ARITAHOLICS!! i decided to do my things a little differently from now on! fyi: survivor series is over and this is just the vibe after it. we will be back to our regularly scheduled program after. Raw is not [name]’s brand rn, SmackDown is hoohoooo. this is actually pretty lengthy..sorry false advertising no team xtreme. NEXT CHAPTERLDNDBSJ I PROMISE. i was too excited to post and they were in my drafts blueprint but..posting...

SOME GROCERY STORE // 5:38 PM

Valentines Day!

At least a day has passed since the final battle and you weren’t sure how to feel. There was a break in between shows (only one damn day??), and your little interview show didn’t start until SmackDown was on.

The Raw following Survivor Series was going to be a dreary one. For the Alliance, of course. They all broke up. It’s done. The stars of ECW and WCW were at a stalemate.

Just stuck in WWF. You kinda felt bad for them, but on the other hand, you didn’t care. You did feel like you betrayed them too early at Invasion, but things were starting to work itself out as Austin began to turn away from the war itself so that you could slowly align yourself with him, even if it was ever-so slightly.

Speaking of Austin though......

The camera panned up on Stone Cold, who was the second segment of the night. “...So ya’ came through here...” He began, trying to connect the dots. “—happened to run inta’ me.....right here in this store...just to buy some Valentines crap?”

The camera then turns to you. You gave a quick nod, pushing the cart forward lightly. “Yeah! I need your help though. These people are hard to gift. I’m sure you’d know, after all I’m gonna be the one to help you get Debra something special too!”

“When did—“

“Just now.”

You needed to be leaning over to the face side right now, so you were told to head to the local supermarket to buy chocolates and cards for those you deemed friends. Honestly, you figured they sent you up there just to bother Austin, but this would kill two birds with one stone for you because you wanted to get things for your ‘acquaintances’ anyway.

It’s your lucky day. But it’s also his lucky day. “Say, do you think the Hardys like chocolate?” You ask, peeking over at the shelves nearby. “They seem like the type to—“

“The Hardys?” He repeated, narrowing his eyes. “The ones that do all the ‘whoopty-loops’ off the top rope?”

You nod slowly, and he shook his head.

“...No.” He sternly says. “Can’t let you give those to them. They’re bad influences.” Shocking words coming from him. “So is that Lita girl. You’re gonna give your little chocolates to a woman who can’t pull up their pants?! And don’t even think about giving them to those dunces tweedle-dee and tweedle-dumb. I know you been eyeing em’. If they try anything funny—“

You cover your face in your hands. You wanted to laugh, you really did. But you needed to be embarrassed. Tweedle-dee and Tweedle-dumb though?? Who was that? If it was someone you were eyeing apparently....

....Wait, was he talking about Edge and Christian?! Good grief!

He was acting like your father! This was sooo...you didn’t even know how to describe it. At least the crowd thought it was funny though, that’s all that matters. You uncover your face to complain. “But I—“

“Aht, aht. I don’t wanna hear it.”

Okay. Understandable. You shut the hell up and cross your arms. You weren’t gonna subject yourself to this any much longer! Shutting him out, you began to daydream about things.

Things...stuff....yes....

As he continued to ramble on and on how they were SUUUCH bad influences, he noticed you weren’t really listening. “Kid. Hey, kid.” He called, trying to get your attention. “[Name]!”

When he raised his voice, you immediately snapped to attention. “Yeah, da—yeah??” Hopefully he didn’t hear your slip up.

“...Go get the damn candy before I change my mind.”

“Say less.” You say, making a U-turn with your cart. He trails behind you, shaking his head.

Skidding to a halt, you raid the shelves by using your arm to scoop a majority of the heart shaped boxes right into your cart. You’d have to worry about the price later, you had to splurge!

All was well until Austin noticed something. He yanked you and your cart aside to get out of the way. “Booker’s here.”

“Is that bad?” You didn’t get it. What’s the big deal?

“Very. We’re getting in some trouble. Do you wanna get in trouble?”

You shook your head no, and he nodded. “I thought so.” He leaves for a moment but returns with a bottle in his hand. His next few words surprised you. “Since it’s so damn bad, we’ve got no choice but to take him out. You’re gonna take this bottle here,” He instructed, swinging it lightly. “And smash it right over that little head of his.”

First off, where’d the bottle come from? Second, that’s violent! Weren’t you supposed to be a face?? Spread happiness and save the day?? So much for not getting in trouble.

However, Austin was vaguely hinting that Booker was a bad guy anyway. What he says goes!

Hopefully. Because you were just giving yourself reasons to justify this...

Shrugging, you took the bottle and slowly walked out of the aisle. With each step you took towards Booker, the higher you raised the bottle.

Now, he had no idea that you were right behind him. You took a glance behind you and Austin gives you the nod to take your shot.

WHAM!

Upon impact, the glass shatters and Booker held his head in pain as he crashed down to the floor. You looked shocked. Did you just commit a crime?

Austin was proud though. He concluded that you were a wildcard, so he had to do something with that if you were going to work together. Just as he finished cracking open a cold one, he proceeded to continue the cracking of the victims head. He was pummeling him!

...At this point, you wonder what side you were truly on. This was the behavior a menace to society would do. It is heel behavior. But then again, Booker was the bad guy.

Right?

Yeah.

During your identity crisis, you decide to walk away as if you saw and heard absolutely nothing. Austin definitely had it handled.

Well, that was your original plan. The next thing you knew, you were being yelled at to throw the nuts in the basket over at him. Poor Booker, you felt so bad. “OKAY! OKAY!—“ While intimidated, you were pretty pumped up. You did as he asked and after emptying the container, you try to laugh evilly but it came out as an awkward laugh.

You did not know what you were doing, but you decided to consider it part of the charm.

After what you just did, you realized that and your shopping cart full of junk should probably mind your business. Even though you pretty much started the attack, this was Austin’s battle, not yours.

And here he was, still telling you to dump stuff on Booker! You weren’t sure if he was teaching you a twisted lesson but you felt bad for whoever had to clean this up. Hearing stuff fall over and screams of other shoppers was the least of your worries, all you needed to know was whether the members of Team Xtreme liked chocolate or not. That is literally all you cared about right now.

Buying regular candy was also a back up plan though. They’d never catch you slipping. Ever!

As you mulled over your candy thoughts, Austin tossed Booker into the shelves and jars clattered to the floor. This startled you but it definitely made you pay attention again.

“You’re not standin’ around here like a dunce.” He grabs a bag of flour, handing it to you. “Dump it on em’, kid. Don’t stop until I say so.” He instructs.

Dunce though, seriously? “.....” You look at him then back at the bag. Ripping it open, you dumped it all over the fallen wrestlers head, but not without getting yourself covered in flour as well. It was everywhere! After that bag was done, you grabbed another off the shelf and proceeded to dump the contents out.

So much for good influences! After two bags were dumped, he carried on with his beating and you decided to help him out a little. After he tossed Booker into the little stand of Cheerio boxes, you opened a freezer and look for your weapon in the arsenal of food and drinks. Sour cream caught your eye, so you used that. Opening the plastic cup, you toss the lid away and dump it all over him. But it wasn’t enough, so you used your hand to fling the rest at him. “Take that!”

You shook your hands off of any excess as Austin claps his hands, impressed that you grew a spine and helped. That’s all you were going to do for now, so you gave a thumbs up before carrying on with your shopping as if nothing happened.

Almost forgetting that there was a brawl happening in the midst of everything, you use your arm to shove more stuff into your cart without a care in the world. For one, your hand still smelt like sour cream. Though using your arm was a little faster, this would probably be your last round of items.

With the chaos and mess combined, the police were sure to come eventually. You’ve personally had enough for today, so you stood in the line for check out. You began to wonder if you’d get caught and sent to the slammer....

....If you guys went to jail, Debra was going to kill you and Austin at the same time! That’s probably what you were afraid of the most. And speaking of Debra, the plan to get her something nice went completely out the window.

Your partner seemed to follow in your steps. His cart did not even have groceries! Booker was in the damn cart. Pulling up beside you with a can of beer, he took a drink. “Shopping gets me tired...” He wheezed out. Taking long swigs, he motioned towards you using the can. “I know it gets ya’ tired too, huh [Name]?...Hold this.”

Taking his beer, he proceeds to pummel Booker again. Now you needed a sip. Everyone in the crowd laughed at your incredulous face as you drank some of the beer. You didn’t even drink like that but this was one of those moments where you needed it...damn! WHAT IS GOING ONNN?!

Austin rolled Booker right into the room where everything cold was stored. You didn’t follow inside, settling for peeking in. He brought crackers towards Booker and was superkicked down to the ground in retaliation.

Oh no..but hey, at least he got his revenge! Booker did deserve some sort of counter after being beaten for as long as he did. As he locked the other into the freezer with the milk, he slowly approaches you. He knew there was a second culprit somewhere. “You with him?!”

Alright, this didn’t bode well. You put your hands up in defense, trying to reason with him. “Yes! I-I mean no! I’m sorry-” You were a stuttering mess, but maybe when this is all said and done he could teach you how to do a spinaroonie!

The freezer opens behind you two and it’s Austin, who drenches himself with a carton of milk. “Thanks Book, got milk?!” He ran over to attack once more and you take a few steps back towards your cart. He has officially saved your life.

That’s why he’s so cool. When it came to him, you pretty much idolized him. Inside of the ring and out. Whenever he was in the presence, you felt yourself getting more peppy, even outside of character. It felt like you were a overzealous kid meeting their favorite celebrity. Despite you being all ‘confused’, you were really having so much fun.

You, along with many patrons watch in awe as Austin proceeds to roll him back into the cart brutalize him more. The store was becoming more of a mess, there was stuff all over the damn floor and the three of you stuck out like a sore thumb. With a silent cheer after he mentioned checking out, you dash up there a little faster to secure a spot in line.

Of course, you can’t always have your way. Just as you were going to load stuff up, Austin decided to roll Booker onto the conveyer belt.

Suddenly, you hear sirens. Oh no. The cops were coming! Austin also looked up, hearing the familiar sirens as well. The look you two gave each other only meant one thing; ‘We’ve gotta get the hell outta here’.

Snatching as many bags as you could, you hurriedly shoved your things into it. The people were so concerned with Booker that they didn’t even notice you were stealing. Before Austin finally left the area, he gave one last kick to Booker. “Price check on jackass!” He storms out of the store with you in tow.

This was a chaotic mess....

....But there was no way you were getting arrested today!

BACKSTAGE // 6:20 PM

The cameras were back on you.

You and Austin walk down the hall in silence. You were covered in flour whilst holding your bags and he was covered in milk amongst other things. The rattlesnake considered this a success and you didn’t know what to call it. Just because you two reigned victorious does not mean that you both weren’t in a sour mood.

Both of you needed a shower. Austin smelt like milk, beer, and a whole other ton of things. You on the other hand, smelt like beer, peanuts, and sour cream.

It was embarrassing. You hoped you wouldn’t run into Torrie, she’d make fun of you and completely ruin your day.

Someone stopped you both from walking though. You look at the perpetrator and...

Please, not him. Anyone but him.

He may have been worse than Torrie. Chris Jericho was in your way AGAIN. At this point, you were convinced that he was following you one way or another. “Not you agai-”

“There you are.” He interrupted you from speaking, holding a gift behind his back. Jericho used his hand to cover his nose though. “No matter how much you may reek, I know the truth. I know you’re madly in love with me.”

“What?”

“What’d you say, boy?”

Other than your ‘what?’, you were speechless. No words came out of your mouth, but more words came out of Austins. Jericho definitely asked for it.

Jericho smirked. “You don’t know? Oh great one, give me your blessing.” He snorted, not caring about his presence at the moment. “You don’t even have to say anything. That’s why I got you this...” He unveils the box behind his back and outstretches it to you. It was oddly nice of him to give you something, especially since he has been antagonizing you these past few days.

But Austin looked at you, causing you to turn your head to look at him. Was there going to be some sort of lecture after this? You hoped not. Putting down your bags to hold it, you slowly open the box to reveal....

..Wh—....

Today you did not wake up with violence in mind. But now, you wanted to pummel him with a chair. “What is this?” You ask, pulling out a pillow that had his face on it. “I-Is this a joke? Am I being pranked?”

“Come on, [Name]! I got you this gift for Valentines just so that you won’t miss me when I’m not around. When I kissed you that one time, I just know you got mesmerized. You’ve been showing up wherever I am because you’re in love!” He effused, pointing to himself. “You booked yourself a one way ticket to becoming a Jerichoholic.”

Delusional and egotistical, what a combo.

Absolutely appalled that he mentioned kissing you so freely, Austin has had enough of this wannabe heartthrob. “Get lost.” Austin shook his head, immediately disapproving of Jericho. He already disliked him before, but adding you made it worse. Horrible influence, in his opinion.

This really felt like some sort of tv show. You wonder if he was going to stunner Jericho in the hallway. It was safe to say you’d like to see that. You legitimately hated that guy. Or did you? To the point where it makes you laugh. Keeping in character, you huff. “...Thanks.”

He winks and leaves you two alone.

“That dumbass? Really? I thought I was teaching you better than that.”

“I don’t even wanna talk about it.”

You smelt much better. After taking a super long shower, you were dressed in new clothes and decided to loiter around in the hall. You found yourself leaning against a wall. Today was kind of boring, to be honest. Well, outside of the supermarket fiasco.

“[Name]!”

Turning your head, you see none other than Edge holding not one, but two title belts. Two! It immediately told you that he won his stipulation match. “You did it!” You ran over to him, giving him a big hug.

He shifts the belts in order to hug you back quickly. Edge totally deserved to keep his job, and you were glad to keep him around. He was funny!

The thought of tweedle-dee crossed your mind but you tried to not let that deter you.

Parting away but not letting go of each other, you smile. “I told you that you’d be fine. I bet you’re so relieved right now.”

“I really am. Thank—“

Before he could say thank you, they could hear someone else complain. “—I mean, would it kill one person to show some freaking appreciation out here?!”

It was none other than olympic gold medalist, Kurt Angle. “Wait a minute, just perfect.” He paused as he passed by you two and you lightly shove away Edge almost immediately. Edge shared your feelings, it was a little awkward, especially since the sweet moment was interrupted so quickly. “Hey Edge,” he paused, then greeting you quietly, “—and [Name]. But mostly Edge. Don’t you have something to say to me?”

This didn’t seem like your place, so you decided to give them both little waves before sneaking off, but not before spreading a liittle positivity. “Oh, Kurt, good job! You did super well.”

Maybe that would ease him off of Edge’s shoulders. You were completely wrong! As you retreated, you could hear him going on and on about how someone finally showed some appreciation.

You just wanted to go your hotel and lay down. Better yet, the locker room would be your only safe haven for now.

That whole super market thing was scary, but it gave you such a rush! Destroying things were fun. Closing the door, you slump down to the floor.

And you were going to stay there for quite a bit until you realized that your little cubby had been vandalized!

Upon crawling closer, you realized that it was vandalized with letters and candy! You were flabbergasted. This was just like high school, or maybe elementary...

The important part was that you didn’t have a significant other, so what’s with all these gifts? You were nothing short of thankful, sure, but the look of confusion had quickly crossed your face as you drank in the sight before you. Sitting on your knees, you got ready to go through the pile of envelopes. The door creaks open but you thought nothing of it because you figured it was just someone else preparing for tonight.

“I knew I’d find you here!” A familiar voice had rang out and you turned around to see none other than Stephanie putting her hand on the doorway. Was she following you? You were slightly freaked out but curious as to why she was so persistent.

[Name], I think you should open mine first. It’s the best one.” She looked so smug, to the point where you were slightly suspicious. You stare at her and she stares at you.

Complete and utter silence fell between you two.

But to avoid any misunderstandings, you do as she asks. You pick through the pile and sort through a few names that caught your eye.’ From Stacy’, ‘From Lita + Matt + Jeff’, ‘From Trish’, From ‘E&C’...

Those were only a handful of names, but this must meant that you were in good graces! Thank goodness. They were all acquaintances and you were still warming up to them (vice-versa to you), but it was still nice of them to give you something.

There it was, an envelope that had Stephanie’s name on the back of it. For a moment you hesitate, unsure what the pink letter could contain. It could be anything. It was so neat and you almost didn’t want to ruin it by opening it. “Okay, opening yours first then.” You told her, opening the letter slowly. “Dear [Name]..”

‘I didn’t know exactly what to write here, but I decided to let the words naturally come to me. I think that I can start with...you’re astonishing! Your skills in the ring are amazing and I hope we can work together sooner than later. It’s an absolute need to have someone like you in my corner. I couldn’t think of anyone better than you, and even outside of the ring, I hope we could see each other more. - SMH :)’

The letter she gave to you was sweet in its own way, but it was obvious that the first portion was heavily motivated by pure self-interest. Would this even be considering a Valentines card if it was just her trying her hardest to get on your good side? The ending was cute though.

You could also officially bestow yourself the title of; “Valentine Card Critic”. You had so many and it wouldn’t hurt to rate them for fun! Not like you’d tell anyone anyways.

Stephanie crosses her arms and gives you a grin as if she totally rocked your world with that one.

Yeah, she rocked it alright.

“Thank you.” You genuinely smile. Despite the motivation behind the note, it just meant that she did think of you. ”I’ll make sure to keep it safe.”

Her smirk grew into a genuine smile. “You’re welcome! I just wanted to see you open it, I’ll be taking my leave now.” Stephanie sauntered off into the corridor as you wave her goodbye. But she peaks her head in one last time. “...Just something to consider, you can always flip the script early!”

That woman was strange.

Once she had left, someone else came in right after her. “Oops, excuse me, sorry.” They pause for a moment after noticing you were here. “...Well, well, well...”

You heard a honeyed voice throughout the locker room. “If it isn’t [Name]. I wasn’t expecting you to be here...when I saw Stephanie leave, I thought she forgot something in here. But it’s just you. I should have known.”

You almost didn’t respond, but you looked up to see none other than Trish. You wondered what she was doing here tonight but you figured might’ve had a match or had a segment. Even if she didn’t, you were sure she had every right in being here like you did.

She held the belt in her hands before slinging it over her shoulder. You fought the urge to look, as you didn’t want to seem bitter or threatening toward her. “I’m shocked to see you in here too.” You finally answer. You tilted toward the left and Trish gave a smile.

“This is the locker room, after all.”

“..Right.” You inwardly cringed, but bounced back. The woman was nice enough and you knew she wouldn’t laugh at you. If anything, she’d laugh with you. “Want to stretch with me, champ?”

She rolls her eyes playfully, putting her belt down and sitting across from you. “Ughhhh, If I HAAAAVE to.” It was very obvious she was down.

Trish was interesting. Perhaps she could be the first person you’d be interviewing for your segment? Thinking it over, it wasn’t too bad of an idea. You’d pitch it to her right now. “Hey, Trish? Do you mind if I interview you? Like, for my show thing.”

She was quiet, thinking it over for a moment. Making an appearance wouldn’t hurt. “Sure.”

That was easy! To think this same girl busted up your nose though...

Fun to think about, yeah?

pretty cool, right? NOW. to all the stuff i want to say. i changed the cover again, i like this theme better!! im also going to go back and change older covers cause i dont like how they look lol. this chapter is special but they all have cheesy little chapter titles,, i will also add mini spacers here and there to make it cleaner ye ye ye.

ANYWAY! sorry for the lack of updates from my blog. i wanted to upload this to show im not dead. i have a decent amount of requests in the box though and idk when imma open...😎🤏, 😉🕶🤏 on the bright side, that one series i planned, ‘Golden’ will be debuting soon yaaaay (but maybe I should upload a request or two...)

uuuunfortunately i also realized how inconsistent i am with dates and events of the story, BOOOOO! but things can easily be fixed by just going at my own pace. i may incorporate ‘flashbacks’ to fix any inconsistency and whatnot

better late than never, you know? [name] was surrounded by hella cornballs in this chapter and the only non-cornball is her “dad”. well, kind of. the grocery store fight between stone cold and booker was so funny that i HAD to put in the tiny drabble about it somehow... there was no reason for me to struggle while thinking of the word ‘conveyer belt’ you know the thingy at the grocery store u put your stuff on and it moves? that!

see u lates! hope u enjoyed!

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morningfears · 4 years

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Just Right

Rating: PG | Fluffy af!

Summary: “I found a ring today.” and “I’m not moving, your lap is too comfortable.” With tattoo artist!Ash request by Anon.

Word Count: 1.6k (kind of a drabble?)

The tattoo shop was finally closed, the door locked and the main room quiet, after a long day of clients. The shop’s staff had long disappeared, all eager to leave work behind for the night, leaving Ashton sat in his office alone. The hum of the overhead lights and the scratch of his pencil against paper filled the silence that had fallen over the shop and for the first time since unlocking the door at ten that morning, he felt like he could focus on the design he’d been working on.

It was a simple concept and should have been an even simpler design but he’d been stuck for days, unable to get it to turn out the way he’d imagined. It was as if his hands had a mind of their own and he’d grown frustrated. The trashcan beside his desk was filled with crumpled pieces of paper, each a discarded attempt at the design, and the cup full of pencils he kept on the corner of the desk was rapidly emptying but no matter how hard he worked, nothing seemed right.

It had to be perfect, he would accept no less for this particular piece, and he just couldn’t get there.

Ashton had planned on giving himself enough time to work for an hour after closing before leaving to meet you for dinner. It was written in bright green ink on his desk calendar and programmed into his phone, just so the shop assistant wouldn’t accidentally schedule a client for him, and he’d been looking forward to it all day. You’d both been exceptionally busy, new clients and projects piling up, so it was a relief that you’d finally be getting some time to yourselves. However, as the hour dwindled he lost himself in his work and seemed to be making greater progress than he had since starting nearly a week ago.

His eyes ached and his head pounded, the strain of the day settling in, but he didn’t dare slow down as he didn’t want to interrupt his progress. Instead, he focused on finally finishing. He was so wrapped up in his work that he didn’t hear the sound of his cellphone vibrating against his desk, nor did he hear the sound of the back door opening or your shoes hitting the tile floor.

You stood in the doorway of his office for a long moment, arms folded over your chest and a fond smile on your lips, to watch him work. His eyebrows furrowed and his tongue darted out to wet his lips as he shaded in the drawing. His hands were covered in graphite, stained from the work he’d done, and you smiled at the sight. Seeing him at work, watching as he drew or tattooed, was one of your favorite sights and you always considered yourself lucky to be able to witness it so regularly.

You remained unnoticed for far longer than you thought you would but the scent of Thai food finally overwhelmed Ashton enough that he lifted his head and blinked in surprise to see you standing in the doorway. He looked confused, but happy to see you, until realization hit him.

“Fuck, I missed dinner, didn’t I?” He frowned, dropping his pencil and reaching to rub his eyes before he caught sight of the mess on his hands and grimaced.

“Technically, no. I’ve got dinner right here.” You held up a plastic bag filled with your usual orders before you stepped into his office and crossed the room to place it onto his desk.

“I’m sorry, doll. I’ve been stuck on this drawing for so long and I finally got it to start looking the way I wanted.” He reached out for you and, despite the stains on his hands, you took his hand and let him pull you to stand between his legs. “Hi.”

“Hi,” you laughed, giggling as his hands found your hips. “Don’t worry about it. The restaurant was crowded, anyway. People were waiting for tables so I figured it’d be nicer to eat here where we don’t have to rush. Can I see what you’re working on?”

Ashton reached around you, quickly piling a few pieces of paper on top of the sheet he’d been drawing on, before he grinned at you. “Nope. Not yet. Don’t want you to see this one until it’s finished.” He did that, every now and then, and though you hated not being able to see the progress he made, you respected his desire to keep his work private until he was ready. So, with a pout, you nodded and reached behind you to grab the bag of food.

“Oh, alright. Well, if I can’t see your work, you can at least take a few minutes to have dinner with me.”

Ashton laughed as he released you from his grasp and watched as you wandered around his office, grabbing the utensils you’d left stashed in a cabinet for nights like this. You often ended up here, having dinner with him at his desk after work, and though you appreciated the nights that saw you both dressed up and hitting the town, you treasured any moment you got him to yourself.

As you moved about the office, gathering utensils and two drinks from the mini fridge in the corner, Ashton watched you with a fond smile of his own. You were so good to him, even when he did something stupid like forget the dinner date you’d been planning all week, and he loved you more than he ever thought himself capable of.

Without thinking about it, he announced, “I found a ring today.”

It was no secret that Ashton was going to propose. You’d talked about marriage at length, confirmed that marriage was in the cards for you both, and knew that you were both ready. He’d been searching for a ring, one that was exactly what you wanted, and it seemed that he’d finally found one.

“I thought you spent the day at the shop,” you hummed as you returned to the desk and allowed Ashton to pull you down onto his lap.

“I left to get lunch for everyone. Found a shop I hadn’t tried before.” He took the box of noodles from you and pressed a kiss to your temple as a ‘thank you’ when he opened it to find his favorite dish inside.

“So, I should stay away from your sock drawer, then?”

“I’ll show it to you, if you want. That way I can make sure you like it before I propose,” he joked before he took a bite of noodles.

“Mm, I think I’d prefer to be surprised. I’m sure it’s going to be perfect, you picked it out.”

“Hey, I’m the cheesy one.” He laughed, nudging your side with his elbow, before he nodded. “Thank you for the vote of confidence. I appreciate it. The boys approve.”

“I’m glad. You figure out who’s going to be the best man yet or are you just going to toss their names into a hat and leave it to chance?” You grinned at him, your question ending in a laugh as his own face fell and he released a groan.

“Can I just have three best men?”

“Your three best men are, like, most of our wedding guests, babe. Gotta make some decisions.” You reached out to pat his shoulder and he laughed as he nodded in agreement.

The pair of you had already started planning your wedding, including the guest list, and had settled on a small affair with close friends and family. You knew that he would end up choosing one of the boys sooner or later and you were in no hurry, you weren’t even officially engaged yet, so you let him remain undecided for the time being.

You moved on to a different topic, opting to catch up on what you’d missed in one another’s lives, as you finished eating. You sat comfortably on his lap, content to remain there until it was time to head home, and Ashton noticed as you both placed your empty containers onto the desk.

“I wanted to finish this up before we head home. Do you want to go ahead or wait here?”

“I’m not moving,” you mumbled, turning to place your head in the crook of his neck, “your lap is too comfortable. Can you draw with me here?”

It was, by no means, a comfortable position to draw in but it was possible. And you hadn’t had much time to just be together in recent days so Ashton nodded. “Sure, doll. Just promise you won’t look?”

He rarely made you promise not to look at his work so you nodded, content to keep your head buried against his neck where you could smell the cologne on his skin. “Promise. I’m just gonna close my eyes. If I fall asleep, just wake me up whenever you’re ready to go.”

He knew that you would be asleep in minutes, you hadn’t slept much lately, but that was alright. It’d keep you from looking and ruining the surprise. He was waiting for the right moment to propose, that much you knew, but what you didn’t know was that he was that he was working on a print for you. You were opposed to the idea of a tattoo for a significant other, you firmly believed it was bad luck, but you loved his art so he wanted to give you something special. It wouldn’t be inked onto your skin but it would be permanent enough, framed and hopefully displayed in your future home, and that was enough.

Everything finally felt just right and Ashton was proud to finally know what love really was.

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Author’s Note: I love the idea that there’s complete communication about something as big as a proposal. Like, a surprise is nice, but knowing that it’s coming and being open about it is important, I think. I don’t know. Anyway, I’m. still working on drabbles, promise. I haven’t written Ash in so long, I missed my boy.

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thadelightfulone · 3 years

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All I Want... 25 Days of Christmas Challenge, Day 13

A/N: Yes, this is another update since I fell behind. ENJOY!!! Back to our regularly scheduled program later this evening.

December 6th

DeeDee swore off going out with her friends for a while. Phyllis was getting on her nerves and Beverly could only do so much. DeeDee didn’t even understand the hostility that was coming from her best friend. And now was not the time for her to be stressed out by shit she couldn’t control, like her best friend’s actions and reactions. So, it was time for a break and to focus on more important things, like her defense presentation.

She had chosen her PowerPoint background weeks ago. She drafted her presentation outline weeks ago. But she hadn’t yet put any of it together, even with all the time she spent in the library. Then again, the last time she was studying there, she found Erik’s note.

“Oh crap,” DeeDee grabbed her phone off the charger and saw multiple messages from him.

Prince Erik: Good morning Miss DeeDee

Prince Erik: I hope you have a good day and get some rest. You definitely need it. 😘

Prince Erik: Good night DeeDee

Prince Erik: Enjoy your day Miss DeeDee

Including a voice message, “Damn.”

VM: Sleeping Beauty

Do you know that you talk in your sleep? I learned quite a bit from you when you fell asleep mid-sentence last night.

Don’t worry, I won’t hold any of it against you...unless that is what you really want. Then what the lady wants, the lady gets.

I won’t tell you how long I stayed on the phone after you knocked out, but I’m sure that your phone probably died after I ended the call.

Whenever you get up, hit me up. I have some questions for you, pretty lady.

Later

After that eventful night out with Beverly and Phyllis, all she remembered was drunk dialing him, him answering the phone and then nothing else until she woke up late the next afternoon with a dead phone. She put it on the charger, but never checked any of her alerts and went right back to sleep until this morning.

DeeDee picked up her phone and went to her recording app. She didn’t want to flood his phone responding to his texts. And since he usually worked on weekends, she decided to send him a voice message instead.

She walked over to her patio door, opened the curtains and sat down at her desk. DeeDee opened up her laptop and pulled up all the documents she would need. It was time to get to work. Less than 2 weeks until D-Day.

---

Erik looked down at his phone for the umpteenth time that day and then walked the floor. It was weird, he hadn’t heard anything from DeeDee since he hung up on her Friday night. She was gone gone and yet, she still tried to talk to him. A sleepy drunk. He thought it was cute but he knew that hangover was gonna be a killer.

He hoped that she was ok. He still sent his usual text messages but he also sent a voice one because she said somethings that had him thinking. And it is said that ‘a drunk mouth speaks a sober mind.’ If that holds true, DeeDee laid herself bare in the most beautiful way, and yet she may not remember any of it. What a shame.

Erik moved to stand by the window of his office, while DeeDee’s words took up residence in his mind. He stopped focusing on his weekly reports an hour ago. His impression of DeeDee and the reality that each day his feelings about her being the one for him became stronger and stronger, cradled her very words to him from the night before.

A loud buzzing sound against his wooden desk, halted his wayward thoughts. He walked over and picked it up. It was a voice message from DeeDee. He unlocked his phone and opened it.

VM: Greetings From Louisiana

Good morning Erik,

I can’t believe you let me go to sleep on you the other night and didn’t say anything. Anyways, since I have no recollection of what I said, take it with a grain of salt. Please and thank you.

Sorry for not responding to anything yesterday. I just slept the day away in recovery. Nothing stronger than wine for me for a while.

I do hope you are free to talk tonight. I may not have much time over the next week or so as I prepare my final presentation for my dissertation. But I really enjoy talking to you and don’t want to miss out.

I’m probably rambling again. So, yeah. Just let me know if you have time and we can go from there.

Byeeee

Her voice always brought a smile to his face. He logged off his computer, grabbed his briefcase and locked up his office. He would have stayed there if she called, but since she didn’t, it gave him the perfect out. He could work from home and still talk to her until she needed to go.

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DeeDee had just finished putting her talking points into her presentation file, when her cell phone rang. Erik. He must have gotten her message. She saved the file and opened the application.

“Hi Mr. Erik.”

“Hello Miss DeeDee.”

“I missed hearing that.” She said shyly.

“Oh, you did? Could have fooled me.”

“Don’t do that.”

“Do what? I’m not the one who said hi, some other stuff and then passed the hell out on the phone.” He shrugged even though she couldn’t see it. “I mean, I know I can put you to sleep, but that is not how I would do it.”

“You know what?” She started to laugh.

“What?”

“I can’t stand you.”

“Uh huh.” His voice was calm. “Lie again Miss DeeDee.”

“I’m not. I mean it.” DeeDee stomped her foot on the floor.

Erik laughed, “If you say so. But I think you feel differently about me.”

“Sir, remember I do not know what I said. I don’t remember anything after calling you.”

“And slurring my name?”

DeeDee groans, “So, that did happen?”

“Heeeeeeey Erik,” he mimicked her tone.

“Oh my god.”

“It was cute though. It lets me know you were thinking of me even when you were completely out of it.”

“I promised to call you when I got home.”

He paused, “You know what, you did honor my request to hear from you to let me know that you made it home safely.”

“Exactly.”

“So, it seemed like you had a very fun evening.”

“Nah, I wouldn’t say that.” DeeDee sighed, “One of my best friends who seemed excited for me to look for you, is now acting really funny towards me and I don’t understand it.”

“Funny how?”

“Well, can I share something with you?”

“DeeDee, you know you don’t have to ask that. If you want to tell me anything, I will listen.”

“Thanks E.” She curled her legs under her in the desk chair. “Remember how I said that I knew my career would take me away? You know traveling and experiencing the world and such.”

“Yeah.”

“Well, I haven’t told anyone that I have applied for tenure-track positions far away from Louisiana.” She exhaled deeply. “I got upset when she said that I would never leave here, among other things. But at that same time, it hit me that I never told them that I wanted to leave. So, they have just always assumed I would be around for whatever.”

“I see. So, what about your other friend who was with you both.”

“Oh, she’s fine. They both want me to live life, but she is the only one who appears to really support it. So, I know she will be fine when and if I do leave.”

“You mean, when you leave.”

“From your lips, to God’s ears. I have gone through many interviews, but the waiting game is a lot for me to deal with.”

“I understand that. But just focus on your defense. The full-time position will come.”

“I know, and besides, there is always a postdoctoral fellowship too. And those look great on CVs.”

“Exactly. You can apply for one of those and work at another school until you find the school that fits you.”

“Yeah, that’s true. But Dr. O and Dr. Bell both think that I don’t have to worry and will get an offer my first time out.”

“I believe that, too. You are a bright woman, DeeDee. Any school would be lucky to have you.”

“Thank you, Erik.”

“You’re welcome.” Erik took a deep breath, “Speaking of Dr. Bell. I will be at her retirement party in a few weeks.”

“Really?” DeeDee squeaked into the phone, “I am so sorry that I keep yelling in your ear like that.”

“It’s ok. I knew to pull it away this time.”

“So, what does that mean?”

“Well, I was hoping that we could meet and you let me take you out while I’m in town. What do you say?”

“I would love that.”

“Good, so it’s a date?”

“It’s a date.” DeeDee giggled.

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pandora15 · 3 years

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hi everyone!

i’ve been having a sort of mental downswing for the past few days but i’m beginning to pull myself out of it. sorry for the lack of posts recently (and for most of my posts being like. oof.)

i also haven’t been writing that much at all recently, and i’m hoping to rectify that soon. i definitely want to post something on ao3 before the end of the month, so i’ve gotta figure that out soon. i have a lot of projects planned for august (stay tuned :)))) and obviously gotta start prepping for whumptober in september, so i have to start thinking about those things.

so yeah! still working through things and my brain won’t leave me alone most of the time but things are better. or i’m trying to look at the brighter side of things, or at least i’m telling myself to. it’s all a work in progress.

anyways, i’m gonna go sleep now. hopefully we’ll be back to our regularly scheduled programming tomorrow morning! :)

#still not 100% but i'm getting there and that's what's important #i really need to take a day off at work though sometime soon #i'll try to schedule that tomorrow so that i have something to look forward to #i mean i'm supposed to be doing social stuff this weekend but idk i'm just. not looking forward to it at all #though tbf i really don't have much to look forward to right now. hence my mental downswing rip #anyways #ANYWAYS.#i am going to sleep now #and gonna hope my brain will actually shut up and let me sleep this time #unlike last night *cough cough*#pandora's ramblings

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fizzingwizard · 3 years

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I could cry y’all. Episode 37 was SO GOOD. So good!! It truly felt like a Mimi episode, and it truly felt like Digimon Adventure, in multiple ways. It’s seriously fantastic!

I feel at once super duper relieved that this show is, really and truly, capable of this time of episode, and also super duper confused why, if it could do this, it hasn’t been doing it the whole time??

Anyway, we’ve now had four or five solid episodes in a row, so I’m letting myself feel hopeful again!

This episode is called “Mimi Wars,” but I feel it might be more aptly titled “Sailor Mimi”

In the name of employee rights, I will punish you!

More below!

Okay... so as I was watching this episode, I really got the feeling that they were parodying something again. Like last we had a Mimi episode - far far away in the distant past though it was - when they very obviously parodied Castle in the Sky. That’s twice now Mimi’s been compared with a girl with twin tails, Usagi’s pigtails and Sheeta’s braids xD

Although the poses Mimi uses aren’t exact replicas of Usagi’s, though, so maybe I’m wrong. I got the Usagi vibe from her personality even more, so maybe using the poses would have been considered copyright infringement and so they had to change them a little. Or, maybe Mimi is parodying someone else who also uses dramatic hand movements and talks a lot about justice in spite of being generally clueless...

See the resemblance? XD

But what I REALLY think is going on is, they’re spoofing the genre in general, while also taking it seriously. That’s important. It’s not just a joke here. This is the girl power episode, in a way, and in my opinion, it’s a better girl power episode than the fare I got used to growing up, which went more or less like this:

Guy: *does something with good intentions but inept*

Girl: Ugh! Men don’t respect women!

Guy: I’m sorry, what did I do wrong?

Girl: I won’t tell you because feminism! C’mon girlfriends, let’s assert our confidence as women by going on a girls night out shopping spree and making a bunch of random guys stare in awe at us for no clear reason!

Girls: Yes! This is third wave feminism!

... that was more or less the formula. It was... awkward. I’d like to blame on “those episodes were written by men who think all feminists are angry feminists,” but I think if I went and checked who the scriptwriters were, there’d be some women in there for sure.

What we got in THIS episode is something I’d actually want my daughter to see. First off you’ve got Mimi, who loves pink and pretty things and comes across as a real girly girl, not to mention a bit of a ditz. And the show’s straight up, “but just because you have flaws doesn’t mean you can’t grow into a great person. Also, being girly is not incompatible with being a boss.”

Mimi doesn’t need to be a man, nor does she need to be a hard ass, nor does she need to be especially kind and sweet to soften her orders. All she has to do, according to this episode, is care about her craft, care about quality, and care about worker conditions.

I mean... a show where the girl boss wasn’t a Russian spy in a former life?? A show where the girl boss isn’t a Stepford wife who got where she is by marrying rich and funding her perfume company that way? She’s... she’s Reese Witherspoon in Legally Blonde. She gets to be flawed and girly and fun-loving and bossy and ditzy all at the same time. She loves diamonds - but diamonds are no longer a “girl’s best friend.” Rather, Mimi herself is the diamond in the rough!

This actually makes her a really good set with Sora. Sora continues to be both a tomboy and very sisterly. Mimi’s very girly but very bossy. Between the two of them, they can conquer the world. Of course, I don’t know that the show would take it any farther than they already have, but I’m just happy to see this development for Mimi at all. We had it to a degree in 99 Adventure, and Kizuna took it a bit further by making her an entrepreneur. Reboot Mimi is a remix of that for the 21st century.

*deeeeeeeeeep breath*

so... back to our regularly scheduled programming!

As awesome as Mimi is, she’s not the only one who’s great in this episode. The others get to let their real personalities shine, at least. We needed this episode sooooo bad like 20 episodes ago... le sigh.

Anyway, we start off having mad camp, for some reason (why aren’t they just staying on Komondomon?? whatev)

Food! They’re going to get food! They’re splitting up and making a plan in order to get food!!! I still miss the “food desperation” of 99 Adventure but hey, at least they’re acknowledging that they need to eat.

Sora advises Hikari and Takeru not to go too far on their quest and Tailmon swears like a knight of the round table to protect Hikari with her life.

Taichi: Oookay... note to self: don’t piss off little sister’s hotheaded partner...

Taichi adds that they’re also counting on Patamon, who is just thrilled to go off and play with Takeru.

Tailmon: *BIG SIGH*

Lol I really love that they’re bringing back the old Patamon/Tailmon dynamic where she’s all grown up serious and he’s got the priorities of a toddler most of the time... It’s Black Widow and Hawkeye bahahahaha

We even get to see them COLLECT FOOD what did I do to deserve this they are COLLECTING FOOD IT’S NOT HAPPENING OFF SCREEN I REPEAT IT’S NOT HAPPENING OFF SCREEN

Taichi even has to warn Agumon not to eat the food becaues they’re supposed to be gathering it to share ;___; omg... we actually get on screen proof that Agumon is a glutton??

Then Taichi tries to “help” by shaking the tree and the tree falls and they -

BAHAHAHAHAHA

humor!!! Poking fun at Taichi even!! Over food!! Because he has a klutz for a partner!!! And because he himself was overzealous!! ;_; I could die of Cute.

Sora absolutely shocks me this episode too. I expected she’d just watch Taichi and Agumon drift away with their folly while sighing and shrugging her shoulders or something.

NOPE

She jumps DIRECTLY UP and into the water without a moment’s hesitation, like they’re going to die without her - I don’t even know what her plan is here, she seems to want Piyomon to evolve and pull them out, but why does that mean Sora has to be in the water too?

I think her sisterly instincts just freaked out on seeing Taichi looking wet and confused and clinging to a tree trunk so she just did the first thing she could think of which was “Get to him!!”

Piyomon then fails to evolve, reason unclear, I suppose she’s hungry... they never do eat though so I’m not sure why she can evolve later xD (probably they eat off screen)

But I mean I just love that we got this bit with Sora. I call it freaking out but she doesn’t seem freaked out - she stays calm and seems decisive and takes action - all good things. It’s just hard to understand her thought process xD But it’s all good info about Sora. (again stuff we needed more of AGES ago)

Now I had thought this was all just a funny bit that was separate to the main story, but this is how Taichi and Sora end up washed up in the rocky area Mimi is. This does mean Koushirou, Takeru, and Hikari aren’t much in the rest of the episode, sadly. Not sure why but the reboot does seem to struggle with writing episodes for the whole group.

Like last week, I’m somewhat miffed that, in the end, the main group finds the stragglers instead of the other way around. It’s even worse this time because at least last episode Koushirou told them where he was and they had a reason to go there. This time they have no idea Mimi’s gonna be there and it’s all a big coincidence. On the other hand... I do think Mimi was born under a lucky star, so that explains it. :P

Taichi and Sora suddenly find them selves trapped Gulliver’s Travels style and they’re both immediately like, “Hmm... something about this situation seems very familiar...”

Taichi and Sora: Oh that’s RIGHT we totally forgot that the pink cowgirl we hand out with is also TOTALLY BATSHIT

D’awww. Our future overlord is just so adorable, I don’t even mind when she flogs us in the street

TBH, up till now they’ve woefully underestimated just how batshit she is. And it’s wonderful.

So Mimi has happened upon some poor, disenfranchised Digimon who are being forced to work for an evil boss who collects the beautiful gems that grow in this area. Like in 99 Adventure, Mimi will have none of this sort of crap. Her reasons, though, have evolved with the times:

omg... she voted for Bernie Sanders!

This is how Harry and Ron reacted when Hermione said she was starting a house-elf welfare organization called SPEW.

Though I joke - like I said before, even though Taichi and Sora are rather mind-boggled by Mimi’s mood swings and fits of passion, and there’s definitely humor there, Mimi herself is not a joke here. We are shown strongly that, however in the clouds her head might be, her heart is not only in the place, it’s also already internalized the fact that people don’t always get treated well in the real world and it’s up to those with power to ensure that are protected.

I mean. At this point, I’m going, “Sorry but ISN’T MIMI THE REAL LEADER IN THIS SHOW?!?!”

Of course she does have another, less lofty motivation... she really likes pretty stones.

Buhahahaha.

Mimi’s names are as creative as they are incredible, just like her. Taichi and Sora have trouble keying in with Mimi due to how changeable she is, but they never talk badly about her or reject her. They never try to wrest leadership from her either! Taichi might think Mimi’s names for the stones are over the top, but sort of sidesteps it and just goes along with her plan.

Reason #14567876867867 why I love Yagami Taichi: when someone else is the leader, he can be a follower. And he’ll be the BEST follower. Keep reading to see why.

The story of how Mimi befriended the enslaved rock Digimon here is pretty much how Goku became besties with Vegeta.

Men communicate their hearts through their fists! Or swords, depending on the anime. ANOTHER AWESOME SUBVERSIVE MOMENT FOR MIMI - she’s now even got cliche shonen hero tropes assigned to her!

Taichi and Sora, like I said, don’t try to change Mimi’s mind - they’re actually touched by her strong feelings about workers’ rights and her desire to help her new friends -

Taichi: Wait... what?

Sora: Well, she’s still a ten year old girl.

The rock Digimon show their allegiance to Princess CEO Mimi. They don’t even mind having their names and identities stripped away and being reduced to numbers on an Excel spreadsheet...

Taichi: I hate Excel.

Sora: I do too, but I’m more impressed that she remembers the numbers she gave us back in episode 6.

Taichi: Impressed? More like filled with a sense of impending doom

Only Taichi seems to understand Mimi’s unique power bahahaha.

But back to what I said earlier, about Mimi being the real leader: I don’t know if the show’s gonna keep doing anything with this at all, but I really like that they didn’t NOT do this in order to ensure Taichi’s the only leader. (I mean, Yamato’s so far not made much of a bid for leadership so he’s been pretty uncontested thus far. He also hasn’t had to do all that much leading given how often the group is separated... but I digress)

I love the idea that Taichi can step back and let someone else take the reins when they’re best suited. Which Mimi is, due to her easy ability to make friends and gain trust. Mimi had this ability in 99 as well and it was used in the final battle to muster the troops, so to speak. It ought to have been a bigger deal but wasn’t since she missed most of the final battle :/ But I loved that “social, able to make friends” wasn’t some stupid “Girls talk too much” trait, it was actually something that was useful. This is a great place to take that with the reboot.

At the same time, while Mimi and Taichi both have similar leadership traits, there are places they diverge that potentially make them leaders for different situations. Taichi’s pretty cool and strategic even in emergencies. He was more of a hothead in 99, but Mimi’s always been quick to anger. (And quick to cool down.) As we’ll see in this episode, that’s sort of where Taichi’s true ability lies: he’s serious, determined, strategic, and reliable as well as brave. But this is Mimi’s episode, and Taichi isn’t going to get to be the hero anymore than he (almost) was last week with Koushirou. Because more than one character can have positive leadership traits! Hallelujah.

Quick nip over to Komondomon and the others - Koushirou’s group is going to try to find them, but Komondomon falls asleep. Oh noes. I wish someone (Koushirou) would ask, out loud, “Gee, what are these strange symbols that appear when we communicate via digivice? Do they mean something? How were they assigned?” I really thought we’d get a hint what with all the conveniently colorful gemstones this episode, but still nope.

My girl looking like a BAMF!

Mimi explains her plan to her servants employees. She is surprisingly artistic!

Sora plays the role of bait to create a diversion while Greymon digs a tunnel to get to where the gems are stored. Mimi congratulates herself on a job well done.

Taichi: A job well done? Who d’you think has been doing the work here?

Greymon: That would be me.

Taichi: Right, right I was going to say you >.>;

So we do see bits of Mimi’s self-centered side as well - she’s not perfect, but who is? Taichi just lives with it. Mwehehehe.

... will be fired! LMAO

No. 72 is Taichi, btw. Mimi gave up calling people by their names for Lent.

Taichi: Lent’s not for over a month.

Mimi: It’s never too early for religious sacrifice.

Taichi: And you’re not Catholic.

Mimi: I celebrate Mardi Gras.

Taichi: yOU JUST LIKE THE COSTUMES AND KING CAKE

He’s miffed and he.... just lives with it. Again. xD

It’s hilarious. And adorable. I love both that 1) Mimi is an awesome boss while being, in fact, rather bossy, and that 2) in spite of being a boss type himself, Taichi not only listens to Mimi, but he totally indulges her like he’s her older brother or something x’D He wouldn’t be out of line for saying “I have a name you know!” On the other hand, I guess he knows her well enough to understand that she doesn’t mean anything by it, and... there’s no stopping her when she gets like this :P

Feel the wrath of Tachikawa Mimi!!!

So Mimi’s plan has worked so far, and she’s got everyone listening to her despite her questionable business practices, and then she... suddenly rushes off in another direction.

Taichi: That’s it, I am through being her personal assistant if she’s just going to change the plan on a whim!

Taichi: ... I don’t want to see her get hurt or be sad though...

Greymon understands Taichi’s heart ;___; and enables him to go after Mimi. I don’t really get why it’s wise to split up given that Taichi can’t fight big rock Digimon without his partner... x’D So I’m going to chalk this up to, Greymon understands that Taichi is, at his core, the team Dad. He’s got to be allowed to worry and check up on the kids, even when it’s not so advisable. Awwwwwwwww.

Indeed, Taichi doesn’t get to be the hero this ep, but small moments like this give us waaaay more character development than always being the hero!

Fortunately Mimi does have her own partner and she’s not afraid of the enemy’s rock hard abs. :P

They make it into the storage center for all the gems. IT’S SO COLORFUL. Ten year old men is squeeing just like Mimi.

Come on!! She’s holding yellow/orange topaz and purple amethyst! It could be the material for Taichi or Takeru’s and Koushirou’s crests! (I always liked fire opal for Taichi though xD)

Taichi’s been promomted!! To chief pack animal x’D Just because it’s a cool name doesn’t mean that’s what the job is, Meems.

Taichi’s just like, “I think I’m too young for that position.” Bahahaha.

He’s going to be carrying her books to school before long.

Then something big and hard hits Taichi in the head!! He freaking starts to cry, it hurts so bad!!

Taichi: Owww! Omg I think I got a concussion from that! Help someone call an ambulance!

He was hit in the head by a diamond, which Mimi loves. So she goes off on a monologue about how much she likes diamonds. She never asks him if he’s okay x’D

Taichi: Don’t worry about me, I’m fine, not that you asked or anything.

Mimi: Please, everyone knows your head is already harder than diamonds.

Taichi: ...

The pile of gems looks like Fruity Pebbles. Mmmmm

It turns out the mastermind of this whole operation is Gogmamon, who is the bastard child of Gogmagog I assume :P He eats the gemstones as well as Gotsumon for power. He then produces the diamonds?? I didn’t quite understand if he was spitting out the diamonds because he didn’t like them, or he was creating them inside him when eating and then spitting them out like... diamond turds...

...

they’re diamond turds aren’t they >__>

Mimi is not interested in big business bulldozing the mom and pop shops and small upstarts. And she hates sweatshops! She is pro-Fair Trade all the way! And she will yell it in your face!

Taichi: It’s the yelling part that I’m having trouble with.

Mimi: A good speech from the boss is what keeps up employee morale!

Taichi: Yeah, that’s less true when the boss is about to be gobbled up herself...

Golemon and Togemon try to fight Gogmamon and this results in Golemon falling to pieces.

Taichi: Are you okay?

Golemon: My HEAD was knocked off, but sure I’m doing JUST FINE -____- little brat

Taichi stands protectively in front of Golemon’s head. Lol. He’s thinking of strategies... perhaps regretting rushing after Mimi and leaving his own partner behind...

Mimi joins him and Gogmamon finds her a formidable opponent in the war of words. Gogmamon argues that all the rocks, all the Digimon, everything here belongs to him and him alone! And Mimi brilliantly counters with:

“Fuck that! They belong to ME!”

x’D He just like... under his breath... “she admits that’s how she thinks of us...” hahahaha... I laughed out loud...

It might not be 3D but this is an excellent evolution sequence xD I haven’t said so yet but the animation in this episode was good! Good for the show anyway. It was smoother than usual despite some mechanical-like mouth movements and more than that, it had character and expression!

okay important question everyone: Taichi = Kermit, Mimi = Miss Piggy... discuss??

So Gogmamon has a pretty cool-sounding attack, “Curse Reflection.” I have often complained that the villains we fight and get new evolutions with aren’t that scary, but Gogmamon not only seemed pretty formidable (if not the smart, I mean he does have rocks for a brain), he also had a good story build up. My one disappointment in this episode is that the ending is so fast and Gogmamon so easily dealt with. This would have been a good time to introduce Rosemon (like how last week would have been an appropriate time for HerculesKabuterimon). But in both cases, we’re definitely supposed to take away at least that these guys are almost there... Anyway yeah, I would have liked a tiny bit more meant to the resolution but.

So here’s ANOTHER cool thing! Taichi notices that Gogmamon rejects the diamonds, and realizes they’re the key to defeating him. But he doesn’t just tell that to Mimi. He asks her “Did you see that?” And guess what - she did!

So even though the show couldn’t resist telling us that yes, Taichi would have been able to handle this situation - it doesn’t even let him give Mimi a hint towards victory. She figures it out for herself! The most we can say he does is point out the diamond, but she understands the implication and is able to use it against Gogmamon through her own intellect.

TAICHI DOESN’T MANSPLAIN Y’ALL. HE’S NOT A MANSPLAINER. HALLELUJAH AND PAST THE PEAS!!

Mimi is very influenced by her hardworking, CEO grandpa, Tachikawa Genichiro, who’s taught her things about business and things about values, and it really reads as if she’s the one who will inherit the family business - like she’s the family investment. You know, the role that traditionally only falls to sons. That’s changed with the world, and apparently Tachikawa Genichiro-jiisan is totally on board with his granddaughter being more than just a pretty heiress!

... btw what are they making...

“You’re fired!” Mimi yells as Lillymon takes Gogmamon down x’D kill me I love it

Like last time (and it sure was a long time ago that we saw it ;_;), the aftereffects of Lillymon’s powers is plants start growing everywhere. This is such a cool effect, I don’t get why it’s not used more. Right now I feel like Mimi/Palmon are the best set in the show.

(I did think it was funny when Mimi gives the diamond to Lillymon to use against Gogmamon and Lillymon acts like Mimi’s making this huge sacrifice since she loves diamonds so much. But 1) it wasn’t the only one, and 2) they were spat out by Gogmamo! that’s gross! that’s got to cut into the value! hahah)

The others finally catch up and the day is saved. Golemon is an employee for life now. Awww.

AWWWWWW.

I gushed about all this before so I won’t repeat myself, but yeah, I’m so happy with this episode.

Lol Sora and Taichi have accepted their places in Mimi’s world, in the end. They might have numbers instead of names and their boss might change her mind about things every five seconds, but other than that it’s a pretty nice gig overall.

Again the art, so sweet. This reminded me of Miyako yelling to Mimi about how she wants to be like her when she grows up in 02 so I capped it.

And I absolutely love this little play on words since it’s in English! Wow!

SO CUTE. How did a Mimi episode kick every other episode out of the water? Scratch that, we always knew Mimi was fantastic. A shojo hero for the 21st century.

Well I said a ton and this is really long now so I’m gonna assume you all get my thoughts on this episode. 9.5/10, really awesome, totally unexpected but perfectly suted to Mimi. I’m so so happy this show seems to have figured things out and remebered that it’s supposed to be freaking Digimon Adventure, it seemed like it forgot for a while there. I just hope we haven’t wasted too much time on those more lackluster episodes, I want so many more stories like this one.

Next week looks like another winner:

OK, that concept is hilarious x’D I’m so sorry. But also, leave it to Yamato and Gabumon to get the tragedy episode.

The mood maker will be this guy! I’m totally psyched for Yamato and Jou. Taichi’s been important in the past two episodes even though they were centered on Koushirou and Mimi, so I wonder if/when he’ll be involved this time? Or maybe it really will be just Yamato and Jou - my dream combo?? I can’t wait either way.

DID NOT CHECK FOR TYPOS! See y’all next week.

#fizz watches digimon 2020 #digimon adventure 2020 #digimon adventure:#digimon adventure reboot #digimon #digi spoilers #this took forever because i loved it so much #so many caps so many comments hahahahaha

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mypoisonedvine · 4 years

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Double-Edged Sword: Capt. Syverson x Reader (Chapter 1)

[I decided to ignore my WIPs and my URL and write something for Syverson because he is just…. a beautiful, meaty man and he deserves some more love.

To those of you who follow me for Witcher stuff only, I promise we will return shortly to the regularly scheduled programming. As for the rest of us who are thirsty for Cavill in any context… enjoy!]

Summary: As a Major in the Marine Corps, you work with other units and branches relatively often. That said, you had never really had to ask another unit for help before, so you felt pretty awkward when a mission required you to travel to a nearby Army camp and take shelter with them for the next two months. Of course, their smack-talking, free-wheeling Captain isn’t going to make it any easier on you, either.

Word Count: 5k (oh jesus christ)

Rating: E

(warning for dub con and people being sexist assholes, cause yknow, it’s the military. contains lots of angst and bickering and arguing, and of course, smut.)

“Listen, I’m not going to stand here and pretend I’m Ms. Popular,” you sighed, “but hopefully you all can appreciate that I look out for all of you.”

No one said anything, because they were standing at attention at their cots.

“At ease,” you added, and they all relaxed a bit, “but keep quiet so I can finish.”

A few sat on their beds but most still seemed to be paying attention.

“When it’s just us Marines, I don’t mind much whatever you call me when I’m not around. Or when I’m around. But once we get where we’re going tomorrow, we’re shacking up with the Army. And as much as I want everyone to get along, I’m not sure how likely that is. Anyways, what I’m trying to say is… right now it may be me versus you, but soon it’s going to be us versus them, Marines versus Army. And us Marines need to stick together. Does that make sense?”

There were a few nods, but you weren’t sure they were getting it.

“Alright, allow me to be a bit more literal. Don’t tell the other soldiers that I’m a bitch,” you requested. There were some scattered chuckles. “I know it probably seems fine since you say it to each other but I need you guys to help me get their respect. I’m not saying to go in there and tell every Army nimrod that I’m everybody’s favorite officer. Just… don’t let them see any cracks they could exploit. Because I have to start ordering these guys around and I’m already batting a thousand.”

“Seems reasonable,” Private Cole replied, and most of the others agreed. You smiled and left them alone to have a somewhat relaxing night before they had to ship out.

“I don’t want this to be Marines versus Army,” you told Captain Syverson the next day when you met with him for the first time. Of course, that was what you had told your own unit would happen, but he didn’t know that. “I’m sure you know that this is an officer versus enlisted issue. And us officers should stick together.”

He was smiling back at you from across the table, but it didn’t seem that friendly.

“I don’t see why there’s any ‘versus’ at all. You and your unit are guests here. We get this project over with and you’re out,” he shrugged.

“Maybe you haven’t had much issue getting control of your soldiers. But it took me a while to get mine to trust me, and now I have to go in blind and command your unit. So I hope you’re on my side,” you explained.

He went from smiling in an unhappy way, to laughing in an unfunny way. You regretted the way you had approached this conversation.

“Sounds like you’re not a good leader, if it was so much trouble for you,” he scoffed. “Maybe you should work on that.”

You didn’t get angry very often, but this was the closest you’d been in a while. You understood his distrust, even a little duplicity was merited. To just outright insult you to your face was, of course, hurtful, but mainly just stupid. You’d always known Army guys were total morons, but this was just ridiculous. What could he gain from going against you?

“How many years until you get promoted?” you asked him suddenly, standing up from your chair.

“About two and a half,” he responded.

“Well, if in two and a half years we’re both still alive, and I’m not already a lieutenant colonel, call me and we’ll talk about who’s in charge. Until then, back off,” you huffed, and turned to walk away. You yelped when he grabbed you by the arm and pulled you back.

“You’re on my base,” he reminded you sternly.

“And we’ll try to be respectful while we’re here, regardless of how we’re being treated,” you grimaced, wrenching your arm out of his grasp.

“You’ll try to be respectful? On my base?! How generous,“ he scoffed. "You can’t just show up and start running things.”

“I have no desire to micromanage your little sandhut, Captain. I don’t give half a fuck what goes on in here. What I do have is the final call on any decision made in this mission,” you explained.

“On whose authority?” he pressed. You laughed.

“Cap, somewhere in your desk there’s a little piece of paper– it’s got a lot of pretty gold and silver stars on it– and it explains how commanding authority is ranked in every branch of the United States military. Feel free to go and check me on this, but I’m pretty sure that ‘Captain’ is here,” you motioned in the air, “and ‘Major’ is here,” you moved your hand up an inch.

“Well, sweetheart, there’s a sign outside the front of this base that says ‘Army’ on it, and a little sticker on your chest,” he poked it, and you couldn’t decide if you hated the physical contact or the deriding pet name more, “that says USMC.”

“Rank is rank,” you argued.

“So if you’ve got a doctorate in physics and I’ve got a master’s in English, you have the right to lecture me about fuckin’ Grapes of Wrath or whatever?”

“My doctorate is in American History,” you frowned. He laughed in frustration.

“Only a Jarhead could miss the point that hard,” he groaned, “and find a way to brag in the process.”

“Call your superior,” you growled, “who is notably a Major, and ask him who has authority on this base while we’re here.”

You stormed out before you could hear his reply.

When the time came, the two of you discussed how you would approach the mission behind closed doors. Not like it was fun or anything, but you managed to stay off each other’s throats for a while and agree on a few things. It was nice enough that you actually let your guard down, so much so that you were totally blindsided when he waited until you were in front of the entire company to disagree with you.

“That’ll never work,” he suddenly interrupted as you explained the plan, “we’ll divide and conquer.”

You looked at him with confusion.

“That’s not what we discussed before,” you reminded him.

“I changed my mind,” he shrugged.

“Well, I didn’t. So we’ll do it my way.”

“My men, my rules,” he growled, stepping closer to you.

“Half these people,” you corrected, since a few of your unit were women, “are mine, and you’re below me.”

“Fuck you,” he said casually, smiling while he did it.

“You couldn’t handle it,” you spat back.

A few of the enlisted ‘ooooh’ed but for the most part it was very, very quiet.

Finally, Captain Syverson silently turned on his heel and walked away, looking exasperated.

“Looks like the Captain is going to take a little break,” you smiled with fake enthusiasm, turning back to the company, “and I’ll keep explaining this mission to you all.”

“If Captain Syverson doesn’t approve it, we’re not doing it,” one of the Army kids announced. Your Marines were notably silent, but the rest of the Captain’s unit nodded in agreement.

“I’ve got a word for you, boys. It starts with ‘N’ and ends with ‘subordination,’” you frowned. They all groaned.

“It’s not insubordination because you’re not in charge of us!”

“Manage your own people, Jarhead!”

You uncrossed your arms and let your voice get a little louder. “Hey, hey, settle down!”

It mostly worked, but everyone seemed pretty displeased.

“Captain Syverson and I had a discussion with our superiors and it was concluded that I am highest ranking and I get the final call on every tactical decision,” you explained.

“That’s not what he told us,” one of the Army boys chuckled.

You tried not to seethe in front of them, you tried to keep it professional, but how were you supposed to work in these conditions?

“As you were,” you resigned through your teeth, storming off to where the Captain had gone. You found him in his quarters, relaxing on a sofa; you nearly kicked the door in to talk to him.

“What the fuck was that?!” you exclaimed.

“I changed my mind,” he repeated calmly.

“You’re such a fucking asshole,” you growled, shoving him where he sat. He stood up, clearly agitated.

“Get your hands off me, lady.”

“Major,” you corrected through your teeth.

“Only Major you are to me is a major waste of my fucking time,” he replied.

“Take it up with the Department of Defense, they’re the ones who gave me the title,” you defended.

“You know, lately I’ve been having issues with a lot of their decisions. I’m still trying to figure out why the fuck we’re doing this anyways.”

“The mission?” you asked.

“The war,” he corrected.

“Ah,” you nodded, looking around nervously. You were more comfortable with the arguing than the awkward silence.

“Whatever,” he scoffed, crossing his arms and slumping his shoulders.

“Go tell your unit the plan- our plan. Better yet, tell them they answer to me,” you demanded.

“I couldn’t have made it any more obvious that I’m not gonna do what you tell me,” he frowned, crossing his arms.

“Will you at least cooperate with me enough to get this mission over with?”

He thought about that for a minute, and you tried not to lose your patience.

“Hmm… no,” he decided finally.

“Then will you shut the fuck up and stay out of my way?” you suggested instead.

He stepped up to you until he was uncomfortably close, and you had to crane your neck to meet his gaze. He had these really bright blue eyes and they didn’t fit with the rest of his face, which was significantly angrier and grittier.

“Not a chance,” he answered. But his voice had lost the intimidating tone, and his expression had changed at some point without you noticing… he looked sort of calm, considering the situation, and you realized that he was examining your face.

“You know,” he said suddenly, “you’d be pretty if you weren’t so…” he trailed off.

“Mean?” you finished, having heard this sort of comment more than a few times.

“No, it’s not that. The mean thing is sorta hot,” he corrected casually as if it were nothing to say. You bit your lip and broke the eye contact, trying not to blush. It was a good thing you didn’t find him attractive- because of course you didn’t, him being this dirty brute and all- but still, it was uncomfortable.

“You’d be pretty,” he decided, “if you weren’t a Marine.”

You laughed and shook your head incredulously.

“Yeah, well, maybe you’d be pretty if you shaved that raccoon off your face,” you suggested, “and took a shower.”

You smiled as you left the room.

You delayed the mission briefing a day, to give you and the Captain more time to hopefully come to some decision, and you hoped it wouldn’t mean you and your unit had to stay at this camp even just one day longer. You met with your Marines privately, and they were sympathetic but seemed to be getting along with the other soldiers enough to sympathize with their unwillingness to cooperate. One soldier said he would only listen to you and not ‘Sy’ as they called him, but you told them to always listen to their commanding officer even if he’s a complete tool.

You were walking back to your quarters for the night when you passed by an open tent, a half-dozen Army boys inside playing cards.

“Hey Major, what size bra do you wear?” a soldier hollered at you, and the others snickered.

“I think they’re bigger than they look in that uniform,” another added. “Double ‘D’s, at least.”

You stopped and decided to address them, unable to let a comment like that go.

“Oh I’ve got double ‘D’s alright,” you smirked. “Dishonorable Discharge.”

“Aw, we’re just messing around,” the first dismissed with a frown. “Can’t you take a joke?”

“I can take a joke, but I can take your job, too. Maybe stay on my good side.” You winked, just to keep it playful, but you were really screwed either way. You’d tried playing along with jokes before and all it did was make you seem like some creep and/or slut who liked getting hit on (was this even what that was?) by subordinates. But getting stern didn’t seem to make you any friends, either. That’s why you were so comfortable with not having any friends.

“Your good side? You mean from the back?” one of them murmured, and you wondered if he was trying to be just loud enough for you to hear, or just quiet enough for you not to.

“Dude, she’s probably a dyke anyway,” Private Lipowitz responded.

“Am I supposed to find that insulting?” you asked him. He smirked, as did the others, as if it was obvious that you should, but nobody said anything. “Maybe I am a dyke. And maybe I could give your girl back home more pleasure in five minutes than you’ve given any woman in your whole life combined, eh Lipowitz?”

“You better not talk about my girl, Major,” he challenged, standing up and puffing up his chest. “I know you’re not supposed to hit chicks or anything, but seriously, I’ll take out anybody who talks about my girl.” You decided not to point out that you’re not supposed to hit your commanding officer, ‘chick’ or otherwise.

“Then you better start with your boys first,” you responded, motioning to a few of the other soldiers, “because word on the street is they found those saucy little pictures she sent you.”

Lipowitz turned to the other men with wide eyes, and suddenly you were the only one smiling. Enlisted seem to talk so much more and so much louder than they realize.

“What the fuck?” he exclaimed, dashing to his pack, presumably searching for those photos. When he didn’t find them, he stood up and pushed Private Mason back by the shoulders.

“Where are those fucking pictures, dude?”

“I don’t have ‘em, I swear,” Mason defended, but all the other guys were laughing.

“Seriously, guys, whoever has them, just give them back!”

“You’re not going to want them back in the state they’re in,” another finally admitted, “trust me.”

They all burst into laughter as Lipowitz went on a rampage, yelling and kicking and threatening to beat up the other guys. You took the commotion as a good opportunity to sneak away mostly unnoticed and get back to your quarters for the night.

You weren’t there very long before you decided to spend some time in your temporary office instead. You had taken your hair out of the tight regulation bun, intending to change into pajamas and go to sleep, but you remembered some paperwork that needed to be done by tomorrow night and decided to make some progress on it, since the Captain got in the way of your productivity during the day.

Of course, you weren’t an hour into it when he knocked on your door, though you didn’t know it was him until you told him to come in without looking up from your files.

He entered but stopped and didn’t say anything.

“Can I help you?” you asked eventually.

“You look different with your hair down,” he observed, and you looked back at him with a confused expression.

“Yes, I’d figure so,” you replied.

“You sleep in your uniform?” he asked, noticing that you were still in your fatigues, though you’d shed the camo long sleeve and just had on the green undershirt.

“Do I look like I’m sleeping?” you asked incredulously, looking back to your papers. He snorted but didn’t say anything. "Besides, I don’t think you’re ever in uniform.“

"Not when I don’t have to be,” he shrugged. “I’m not sure why you wear it when you don’t have to.”

“I barely get taken seriously with it on, so it’s the least I can do,” you explained.

“About that…” he began, and you looked up in surprise. “I’m sorry they give you such a hard time.”

“Oh, I see,” you nodded, getting up from your chair to put some papers in your filing cabinet, “you talked to them and heard some of the awful shit they call me.”

He didn’t say anything.

“Well, you only have yourself to blame for that. You had plenty of chances to instill respect for authority but you decided it would be more fun, I suppose, to go rogue and turn everyone against me,” you bit back with sarcastic cheeriness.

“Shit, I’m actually trying to be nice to you, and you’re still impossible. You’re such a fuckin’ brat,” he nearly yelled. You felt like the word ‘brat’ specifically targeted the fact that you were younger than him, which you didn’t appreciate at all- you would rather be judged on your merits, even if the judgment was poor, than be treated differently just because you were young.

“I’m in charge of you,” you corrected, “and you’re refusing to listen to me. So, if anything, you’re the brat.”

“What I would give to put you in your place right now,” he growled to himself.

“Oh, my place? And what place is that?”

“Bent over my desk and getting your brains fucked out,” he answered with a deep voice.

A lot of guys probably fantasized about rough sex (or worse) as a means of revenge against you for all those extra push-ups and boot camp humiliations– a few had even made comments about it, though most hadn’t realized you could hear them at the time. You’d learned quickly how to not let that stuff get to you. But this got to you… and not in the way you prepared for. Your face burned and your gut sank and your insides throbbed, as if out of nowhere.

“I figured you liked your women without brains,” you quipped in reply, trying not to show any signs of weakness.

He dashed to close the space between you, pressing you back against the wall. He was so big, and he smelled like sweat and beer and pine. You were surprised, and confused, but you didn’t worry that he would hurt you, for some reason.

“Seems I like my women with a mouth on ‘em, because every time you make some little comment like that, I swear I get harder than steel.”

He pushed his hips into you and yep, there it was. Your breaths began to stutter but you didn’t want him to see how much this affected you.

“Just wish you put that mouth to better use,” he added with a devilish grin.

“You’d better get back,” you threatened, without actually mentioning any potential consequences.

“Don’t pretend you don’t want me,” he purred, and leaned down to speak against your ear. “You’ve thought about it, haven’t you? I can tell you’re getting turned on when we argue, too.”

“You’re confusing arousal with irritation, Captain.”

“Mmm, I like when you call me that. I assume the intention is condescending, cause you just have to remind me that you outrank me, but I like it anyway,” he presumed.

“It’s the proper way to address another soldier, nothing condescending about it. You know, I actually don’t have any problem with your rank. Or your branch. My problem is with your personality,” you corrected.

“That’s fair. I have a big personality,” he smirked, and pressed his erection harder against you… it felt pretty big but you couldn’t get a good impression through your fatigues.

“Well, that might explain your ego,” you murmured.

“Just tell me you don’t want it and I’ll leave you be, we’ll go back to bickering an’ shit,” he offered. “Just look at me,” he prompted, putting a finger under your chin and guiding you to look up at him, “and tell me you don’t want it.”

As you met his gaze, you let yourself really get a closer look than you had before. It had always been obvious that he was good-looking, but right now he looked oddly gentle considering the circumstances. The look in his eyes lacked the confidence you were expecting… as if he really didn’t know if you wanted him or not. As if he really wanted you to want him. As if he really wanted you. And it had been a long time since someone had looked at you like that.

“Fuck it,” you growled and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down into a kiss. His beard rubbed against your face but it wasn’t as scratchy as you’d imagined- not that you had imagined this or anything.

He inhaled through his nose and stepped back, pulling you with him and putting a hand on your hair and the other on your hip.

“Looks like you’ll have to settle for bending me over my desk,” you mumbled against his lips.

“Not gonna bend you over anything yet,” he replied, putting his hands on your butt and lifting you up until you were straddling him in the air.

He walked with you wrapped around him until he could set you down on the desk, and his hands felt so damn big on the small of your waist.

He pulled back so he could pull your shirt over your head, and he took off his own while you slipped off your sports bra. You both took a moment to stare at each other’s toplessness, a silent acknowledgement that you’d both been wondering about the other’s body. You ran your hands up and down his chest, and he just looked at you while you did it with a difficult-to-read expression. Of course you were familiar with muscle, you saw shirtless soldiers all the time and they were all in great shape, but this guy was just enormous. His shoulders dwarfed you and with him so close you felt uncharacteristically small.

He didn’t say anything as he pulled you into another kiss, and this one was a bit gentler than the last. You felt giddy and nervous and so desperate for him; you couldn’t remember the last time you felt like this, honestly.

His hands trailed down your back and you slid off the desk until you were standing. He spun you around and pushed you down between your shoulder blades until you were face down on the desk, the cold wood making your skin break out in goosebumps.

He reached around your hips to open your button and fly, pushing your pants and underwear down to your knees. You gasped a bit when you felt the air hit your skin.

“Oh shit, you’re wet already,” he noticed. “Really wet.”

His fingers slipped through your folds and you tried to spread your legs but the pants got in the way.

“Just fuck me,” you demanded.

“All you know how to do is give orders, huh?” he laughed.

“This might be my first order you actually follow,” you considered, hearing him unzip the fly of his jeans.

“I don’t have any condoms,” he explained, “it’s an all-male unit, after all.”

Internally, you wanted to point out that being in an all-male unit doesn’t stop plenty of soldiers from getting it on, and that he shouldn’t be hooking up with anyone in his unit regardless of gender, but you realized this was not the time for explaining rules.

“Don’t need them,” you replied, “as long as you promise you don’t have anything I can catch.”

“You’re being so reckless,” he teased as his hands ran along your back and grabbed your ass, “it’s so unlike you. What happened to that stubborn little rule-follower, hm?”

“She got really fucking horny,” you growled, “now get inside me, damn it.”

And without much warning, without any preparation, he slammed himself into you all at once.

“Oh fuck!” you cried out, much louder than you meant to. He was big, really fucking big, and your walls struggled to fit him. He didn’t slow down though, instantly setting a fast and brutal pace.

“Not so loud, sweetheart. Not that I don’t love you screamin’ for me. But if the other guys found out we were doing this…” he trailed off. “Actually, I bet I’d be the most popular officer at camp if they knew we were doin’ this.”

“You already are,” you pointed out, struggling to focus on forming sentences. “And we’d both get in a lot of trouble– ah, god– if anybody reported it.”

“You’re right. Better keep you quiet, then,” he sighed, leaning forward and stuffing two fingers into your mouth. Your moans became sputters and chokes yet you eagerly sucked on his fingers and took them all the way down your throat.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” he growled. “If you’d deepthroated my fingers like that when we first met, I bet we’d have gotten along a lot better.”

That’s not really the way I do business, you wanted to respond, but you couldn’t say much when you were busy with the task at hand.

His fingers pulled out and you felt his hands wrap around your elbows. He grabbed your arms and held them back as he slammed into you so hard that the desk scraped across the floor with every movement.

“So tight,” he observed. “Bet no one’s done this to you in a long time. Bet what you always needed was a good fuck to loosen you up– literally.”

He landed a hard slap against your ass and you moaned.

“Oh, you like that? You like it when I hit you?”

“Yes,” you answered through bared teeth.

“Dirty little slut,” he said, but the way he said it sounded more like a compliment than an insult.

He spanked you again, just a bit harder, and you yelped but found yourself pushing your hips into him and arching your back as an invitation for more. He grabbed your hips and pulled you closer, pressing as deep inside you as was physically possible and grinding against you. You sobbed and he grabbed you by the hair, pulling you up until his chest was against your back.

“Anybody ever been this deep inside you before?” he asked, his lips right against your ear.

“No,” you whimpered.

“Fuck, baby,” he moaned, leaving open-mouthed kisses along your neck down to your shoulder. You weren’t sure how to feel about him calling you ‘baby.’

He let go of your hair but kept you close to him by wrapping his arms around you as he started to thrust again. It was oddly intimate, and your head fell back onto his shoulder as you moaned and sighed and whimpered.

Calloused hands began to grab at your breasts, teasing and pinching your nipples; you hadn’t realized how sensitive you were there, because it sent sensation shooting straight down to your inner walls.

“I’m close,” you gritted out.

“That was quick. You’re easy to please,” he replied, and you could hear the grin in his voice.

“Just don’t stop,” you pleaded. He pushed you back down onto the desk and began to pick up the pace.

“Oh, I won’t stop, I promise you that.” His voice sounded different than normal- deeper and scratchier and oddly weak in a way. You liked the idea that this had such an effect on him.

His thrusts slammed into you so hard and fast that you were sure you’d have bruises from it, and probably on your thighs where they were hitting the edge of the desk. For some reason, that thought was what sent you over the edge.

“Ca-captain!” you cried out as you came, and he growled a bit against your ear. You figured he thought you were calling him that as some sort of sexy nickname, a flash of authority, but it’s just the only thing you could think to call him, the only thing you’d ever really called him.

He, on the other hand, responded with your first name, even though you’d never gone by it and never even told it to him, mixed in with his grunts and moans as he pulled out and came all over your back.

It was strange to go from so much noise– skin hitting skin, moans and yelps, the desk screeching on the concrete floor– to just heavy breathing and the sound of the ceiling fan spinning above you. Or maybe it was you that was spinning; you felt sort of dizzy and numb.

He leaned away from you until you couldn’t feel his touch anywhere, and you heard him zip up his jeans. You awkwardly lifted yourself off the desk, pulling up your own underwear and pants as well, and looking around for something to wipe yourself off with.

“Did you come?” he asked, and you felt shame and fear and anger bubble up inside you. This had been a really, really bad idea, and both of you could lose your jobs over it, or worse. And he was such an asshole and you were supposed to be setting a good example for the women in your unit and here you were with some Army dumbass’ cum all over you and he didn’t even have the courtesy to make sure you’d finished before he did… what a joke.

“Oh, I came alright– came to my fucking senses. Get out of my office,” you barked.

He laughed like he saw all this coming.

“Your office? It’s my base. Everything here is mine. Even that jizz you’ve got on ya,” he grimaced. “Kickin’ me out before it’s even gone cold. You’re a real ray of sunshine as always, Major.”

“That’s the first time you’ve called me Major,” you realized. “Let’s make that the only thing done tonight that we turn into a habit, alright?”

He shrugged and turned to leave, but of course, he had to have the last word. “You can fuck the ice queen but you can’t melt her, I guess.”

“Is that what this was? Some sort of sexual scavenger hunt, to prove you were macho enough to get the prude to spread her legs?”

“Well, it worked didn’t it?” he grinned.

“I said get out,” you reminded him, hoping he’d leave before you started crying. He did.

You didn’t cry very often, not something you had the luxury of doing after a decade at war. And you still didn’t let yourself do it for very long, because you were morally opposed to crying over boys.

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