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thedirtybeanlife · 8 months

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I’m obsessed with your page. The ghosts native speak reader is my fav!! if you are taking requests, could I please request Simon Ghost Riley x Wife!Reader.

Simon and the rest of 141 are at the air port, finically off missions and are on a short leave. The guys are all waiting for their cars and family and as they wait , someone yells “Simon” and they reunite in front of the group??

can reader please be small than ghost? Like he’s 6’4 and she’s 5’4? THANK YOU LOVE YOUR PAGE

(thank you so much!!! i absolutely love this idea! i hope i covered everything you wanted 💕)

Family Reunion

(Simon Riley x Wife!Reader x Platonic!TF141)

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: none! just pure fluff <3

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It had been three months since you had last seen your husband, Simon. Three excruciatingly long months of only the occasional three worded texts or five minute phone calls when he was able to get in contact safely. You knew his job was important, and that it was his passion, but the gnawing ache of loneliness residing deep in your heart grew with each passing day. Was he okay? Would he be home early? Late? Would he even come home at all? Anxiety made your stomach flip with unease everyday for months until you got the text you had been tossing and turning over.

‘Coming home, Love. Pick me up at the airport at 1800 tomorrow? Missed you dearly, gorgeous xx’

Your heart flutters in your chest as you read the text, mind racing as you think of the many ways you could welcome him home. Maybe a nice home cooked meal, or maybe a massage. He did always come home with tense, sore muscles. You smile softly at your phone as the light emitting from it shines across your tired face, the dark room making the light burn your eyes slightly, but you don't care. Texting him back was more important.

‘i'll be there at 4:00 <3 and i missed you more, handsome.’

You hit send and stare at the phone, immediately seeing the small chat bubble popping up above the keyboard. You patiently await his response, biting your lip with a smile, feeling lovesick at just the thought of him returning. You could already see him standing tall above the rest of the passerby in the airport, dark clothes adorning his body, rugged hair, and tired, but giddy, brown eyes.

‘I highly doubt that, Darling. Get some sleep. It’s late. xx’

You laugh and roll your eyes as you read the message. You look at the time on the top corner of your phone and see it is indeed quite late. A little past midnight, to be exact. You type out a reply and hit send.

‘roger that lieutenant 🫡’

‘At ease, Soldier. I love you Baby xx’

‘i love you too Si <3’

You lock your phone and stand up, shut off the lights in the house and lock the front and back doors. Walking upstairs to Simon and your’s shared bedroom, you yawn tiredly, glad that Simon had reminded you of sleep being a necessity. Your fingers switch the light off in the room and you plop onto the large king sized bed. Upon plugging your phone in, it buzzes and you see another message from him.

‘Sleep well, Love.’

You use the love reaction to respond to his message before closing your phone once more for the night, laying down comfortably on Simon’s side of the bed and snuggling up under the thick comforter. Within minutes your sleeping like a baby, snoring softly with limbs sprawled across the bed. You sleep peacefully knowing that Simon is safe and will be in your arms incredibly soon.

The loud sound of your alarm buzzing wakes you in the morning at eight, the sun casting a bright light over the bed room causing you to groan and roll over to hide your face as you blindly reach out to turn off the alarm, wanting nothing more than to fall back asleep. Until you realize why you were waking up so early in the first place.

“Simon..” you mutter with a tired smile as the image of your husband floods your mind. You dart up and take a long, hot shower, shaving and thoroughly washing every part of your body. Practically waltzing into the bedroom, you stand in front of your closet and look through your options before your eyes land on Simon’s favorite dress. It was something he had bought you a few years ago when he took you shopping. The dress was white with small baby blue flowers sprinkled all over it. it was rather short, falling at the middle of your thighs, the neckline plunging ever so slightly to show off the smallest amount of cleavage. He had spotted it in the window of a store you had passed one day while shopping and he immediately dragged you in so you could try it on.

After putting the dress on, you do your hair and put on a light layer of makeup, nothing too fancy. You add some jewelry and put on a pair of sandals to complete the look. With a smile as you look at yourself in the mirror, you walk downstairs and look around the house, giving it a once over to make sure it feels warm and welcoming for his return. Nodding in approval, you put a few wax melts that Simon likes in the various wax melters in the house and turn them on. Once that's done you look at the time and see you still have a few hours until you need to leave, so you decide to bake him some of his favorite dessert as a welcome home present; lemon rolls. You had made them one day after discovering the recipe, and he had become infatuated with them. He had eaten three of them in one sitting.

Quickly getting to work, you manage to put them together in record time, throwing them into the oven and waiting the thirty minutes for them to cook. You pull them out and let them rest on the counter. With only about twenty minutes left until you have to leave, you turn off all the lights and grab your keys, wallet, and the cute bag that matches your dress, rushing out the door from excitement. Upon entering the car, as if Simon somehow knew, you get a text from him.

‘Boarding the plane now, Lovely. See you soon xx’

‘see you soon Si <3’

You reply and then start the car, pulling out of the drive way and starting the drive to the airport he'll be landing at with the rest of his team. It had been quite some time since you've seen the rest of the team. Music plays on the radio as you drive down the highway as you enjoy the sights of the Autumn leaves and colors. Thankfully it wasn't rainy today as the drive to the airport was quite long and to get to the highway required driving on a lot of slick backroads. Simon had chosen a house deep in the woods, yet not too far from civilization. He said it was for protection, but you knew he just liked the wilderness more than people. You didn't mind, it tended to be quite peaceful.

At roughly three o'clock, you pull into the airport’s parking garage, driving around to find a parking spot. Once you find one, you shut off the car and walk towards the entrance of the large building, making your way to the gate where he would be arriving from alongside Johnny, Gaz, and John. The loud chatter and rolling of suitcases fills your ears as you walk through the large building. You finally get to the gate and check the time, seeing that his plane will be landing in ten minutes. That familiar giddy feeling fills your heart and stomach as you sit in one of the chairs, bouncing your leg slightly as you struggle to contain your excitement. The minutes tick by slowly, almost feeling slower than the past three months.

Suddenly the sound of people walking out of the gate flood your ears, and shortly after you hear the loud laugh of Johnny, followed by a deep chuckle of Simon. You hop up out of the chair and weave through the crowd of people, muttering ‘excuse me’ every few seconds before you barrel towards the tall man.

“Simon!” you squeal excitedly, jumping into his arms the second he notices you, his strong arms wrapping around your much smaller body tightly as he lets out a small grunt from the sudden weight, stepping back some to keep his balance. You wrap your legs around his waist, your arms wrapping around his neck as you bury your face into it. His calloused thumbs rub circles into your bare thighs. Johnny and Gaz laugh as John stands behind them and smiles warmly at the sight.

“Oh, Love, how I’ve missed you…” he mutters as he places a soft kiss to the crown of your head, holding you close as you nuzzle into him.

“Missed you too, Si,” you mutter against his warm skin, smiling happily.

“Where’s my hug, lass?” Johnny asks playfully.

“Up your ass, Johnny.” you laugh and hop off Ghost, placing a kiss to his lips before walking over to Johnny and pulling him into a hug.

“It’s been to long, Y/N,” he says as you hug him tightly.

“It truly has. You’ll have to come by and have dinner with us before you leave,” you offer with a warm smile as you pull away, moving to hug Gaz and fix his cap on his head, “That goes for all three of you,”

Simon huffs out a small laugh at your offer as you wrap John in a hug as well before pulling away and practically prancing back to Simon, hanging onto his side. He instinctively wraps his arm around you protectively and lovingly.

“If that's what you want, Sweetheart. I guess I can deal with these lot for a few more hours,” he smiles softly down at you, knowing you thought of his teammates just as much as family as he did.

You smile up at him appreciatively as you keep your arms wrapped around his torso, savoring his warmth and the faint smell of gun powder and cigarette smoke; the small hint of cologne he always wore.

“That sounds lovely, Dear,” Price says respectfully, nodding with his usual smile that makes his eyes crinkle.

“I’d love some dinner, especially if it's made by you,” Kyle says playfully as he looks between you and Simon.

“It’s settled then. Why don't you guys grab your things and we can all carpool back, and no, Johnny, you do not get to play the music,” you laugh out jokingly.

Soap gives you a fake offended look and flicks you playfully on the shoulder as he walks by, carrying his duffle bag in his hand. Simon chuckles and flicks Johnny in retaliation for you, making him grumble under his breath as he walks off towards the doors, the rest of us following behind him laughing at his behavior. The walk to the parking garage is full of lighthearted jokes and conversations, you and Simon mainly listening as we walk a few paces behind the other three, hands swinging between your bodies. Occasionally, you’ll both glance at each other with a loving gaze, just happy to be able to hold each other again.

About an hour later, you pull into the drive way of the cute, quaint wooden house that you and Simon reside in. The fall colors and rainy weather make it look even prettier than it usually is. The five of you pile out of the car and walk down the short pebble driveway until you reach the front door. Simon unlocks it and holds the door open for you, walking in behind you, the other three following right after. The smell of amber and linen spreads across the house from the wax you had put on the warmers earlier. Everyone takes their wet shoes off and places them semi-neatly next to the door. Price hangs his hat on the hook by the door, Gaz sticking his in his back pocket, the brim poking out.

“Make yourselves at home. I bought some bourbon the other day you guys are more than welcome to break open. I’ll get to work on dinner. Relax. You guys deserve it,” you say sweetly, placing a kiss to Simon’s lips before walking into the kitchen.

You look at the lemon rolls on the counter, covering them completely with the towel so it doesn't give away the surprise, and gather everything i need for dinner. You decide on making a roast, green beans, mashed potatoes, dinner rolls, and brown gravy. You hum quietly to yourself as you start to prep everything. The roast had already been seasoned from the night before, marinating in the spices, dough for the rolls already sitting in the fridge as well.

As you're washing the potatoes, large, strong arms wrap around your waist and soft kisses are planted along your jaw, “Need any help, Love?” Simon asks quietly, his thumbs absentmindedly stroking along the fabric of your dress as he rests his chin on your head, “Ya look lovely, by the way. Wear this just for me?” he teases with a grin that you can feel as his lips are pressed against your skin.

You sigh softly and contently in his grip, eyes closing for a few moments as your hands rest on the cutting board, vegetable peeler and potato long forgotten as his body heat and touch floods you senses.

“I got it, Honey. You just go in there and relax. Keep our guests entertained, and of course I wore it just for you. Figured you'd appreciate it,” you giggle softly as you lean your head back against his broad shoulder to look up at him.

“Well, you were definitely right about that,” he says with a small laugh before leaning down and placing a kiss to your lips and then the tip of your nose, “I love you, Y/N. So much,” he mutters as he stares into your eyes adoringly.

“I love you too, Simon,” you say softly and place a kiss to his jaw, “Now shoo! I have five people to feed,” you playfully wave him away making him laugh and place one last kiss to your lips before he leaves the kitchen to go sit with the rest of the guys in the living room.

A few hours later, dinner is eaten, lemon rolls half gone, and the kitchen is a mess, something you two would deal with in the morning. You give all of the guys leftovers in containers that will last them a few days, knowing they probably wouldn't get another home cooked meal for a while. You and Simon walk them to the door where an Uber is waiting to take them to the nearby hotel they'll be staying at until seperate flights to their respective homes fly out tomorrow.

“It was lovely seeing you again, Captain,” you say as you hug John and hand him his hat.

“You too, Love. Simon surely hit the jackpot with you, Kiddo,” the older man laughs and gratefully accepts his hat as you hand it to him.

“Call me sometime, yeah? You still need to tell me about your feelings on that movie I made you watch,” you laugh out towards Gaz as you hug him next.

“For sure, Y/N. It’ll be one of the first things I do when I get back home,” he smiles and nods as he ruffles your hair some, much like an annoying brother would do.

“Bring it in, Lassie!” Soap grins and laughs as he pulls me into a tight hug, picking me off the ground some making me laugh and hug him back, “Oh, I’m gonna miss ye, Sweetheart. No fair that the Lt. gets to keep ya to himself,” Johnny jokes as he puts me down and let's go. You can hear Simon groan in annoyance quietly behind you.

“I’ll miss you too Johnny. Don't be a stranger, yeah? My phones always on,” you say softly as you move to stand next to Simon again, leaning against him as they all say bye to him before getting into the Uber. You both watch as it drives off before walking into the warm house, a stark contrast to the cold and rainy night air.

“That was nice. Haven't seen them in nearly a year,” you say as you turn off the front porch light and lock the front door.

“Feels like I haven't seen you for a year, Love. C'mere,” Simon says warmly and holds his arms open. You walk over to him and hug him tightly as he lifts you off the ground, a small giggle leaving your lips as he haoists you up and makes you wrap your legs around him, just like he did earlier at the airport, “Missed you too much to bear,” he mumbles into your hair before placing a kiss to your forehead.

“Missed you too. So much, Si. Just glad you're here, home and safe,” you whisper lovingly as you nuzzle into him.

“Let’s go to bed, yeah?” he asks softly, stroking your hair with one of his hands as he starts walking through the living room to the staircase. You hum in agreement and tighten your grip slightly around his neck as he walks up the stairs, still holding you in his arms.

He pushes open the door and turns on the bedroom light, walking over to the bed, and gently placing you down, “Let’s get you out of this and get you into something a bit more comfortable, Dove.” he says and slowly trails his large calloused fingers up your exposed legs, grabbing the hem of the dress and pulling it over your hips as you lift them slightly to help him. He pulls it up and over your head, leaning down to place a kiss to your shoulder before throwing the dress in the hamper and grabbing one of his hoodies out of the dresser. He walks back over and slides the large navy blue fabric over your head, helping you pull your arms through before bending down to take off your sandals. Wordlessly, he walks into the bathroom, emerging a few seconds later with a few cotton rounds and your micellar water. Simon’s rough fingers wet the cotton round and softly rub it onto your skin, wiping off the light layer of makeup on your face.

Instinctively, your eyes flutter closed as he brings the cotton round up to wipe off your mascara, his touch so soft you barely feel it, “ There’s my pretty girl,” he whispers as he removes all of your makeup and gently caresses your face with his thumb, “Gorgeous,” he praises, making you smile softly up at him.

“Lay down and get comfortable, Love. I’ll just be a moment. Want to get out of these clothes,” you nod at his gentle command and get under the comforter on your side of the bed, laying down and getting comfortable. You watch him change out of his jeans and long sleeve shirt, his toned torso and arms littered in white and light pink scars, an occasional bruise on his pale skin.

“Anything need to be looked at or cleaned?” you ask softly as you inspect his body from the bed.

“I’m alright, Babygirl. Nothing but bruises this time ‘round,” he reassures you as he pulls on a pair of black sweatpants and turns off the light, walking over to the bed and laying next to you. His large arms pull your body flush agaisnt his, placing a kiss to your ear.

“Been thinkin’ about doin’ this since the day I left,” he mumbles tiredly in your ear, taking a deep breath as he relaxes fully for the first time in months.

“Me too,” you say softly and nuzzle your head into his chest, placing a kiss to one of his older, larger scars, “Get some sleep, Si. You need it,” you whisper as you wrap your arms around him.

He hums in response and in just a few minutes he's snoring softly in your ear, something you had always found a bit bothersome, but in this moment, it was all you had wanted. Shortly after, your eyes flutter closed, and your lulled to sleep by his slow breathing and the comfort of his heart beating in your ear.

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mommys-puppy-tgirl · 1 month

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Two blue screens

I wrote a lesbian robot puppy girl short story. Please enjoy :3 also the pov character is trans.

Pulling into the driveway, I stepped out of the car. Thebsweet smelling rain cascaded across my face, through my hair and soaking into my clothes on the brief stride to the front door. I fumble with the keys, sliding through three on my ring before finding the right one, all the while the water and wind sap my heat. I turn the key, open the door, and step inside, dripping water on the hardwood floors with a plop. I shut the door, remove my wet black sneakers and socks, hanging both on an empty coatrack.

From upstairs I hear my favorite thing. An excited “Woof” compressed and taken from Nintendo’s ds game “Nintendogs.” Following the sweet audio came a rumble of a heavy chassis across carpeting floor and then a “slump,” “bump” and “crash” as my beautiful girlfriend rolls down the stairs in an excited heap, her mechanical tail wagging. She quickly corrects her pose and rises to her feet to embrace me, squeezing tight enough to hinder my breathing.

Hal-E is my adorable robot girlfriend, her tummy and face each having a monitor like a Nintendo DS. The tummy screen currently has nintendogs open and all the necessary buttons to play of ones favorite Nintendo game on it. The bumpers are on her sides and the cartridge slot is hidden on her back. She wears a crop top and booty shorts so that heat can vent properly, and to cover more explicit ports. across her exposed metal are numerous stickers of bands, anime, cute animals, and flowers

I squeeze back, but stop saying. “Wait wait, I’m all wet. Down girl.”

A small green light flicks on when she hears the order. In an instant she gets on her knees, hands on her lap, and stairs up with the same dumb, cute, adorable smile she always has when I come home. I’m already colder without her natural heaters pressed against my body. So I’ll have to go quick so I can feel her again.

“Puppy, wait for me in our bedroom,” I said as I walked into the other room.

HAL-Es green light turned on and she said “I love you,” scampered up the stairs. She’s a robotic puppy girl all the way through. When we first got together she was just a robot girl, but she had fun exploring the internet and discovered puppy play. It was a recursive file in her memory banks. She pleaded with me to make a program that would help fulfill her dreams. As a programmer, I stayed up all night for a week and fulfilled her wishes and embedded it in that nintendogs cartridge. She can take it out any time she wants. But she loves it too much to ever stop being my good girl.

Now alone I removed my wet clothes and grabbed a towel from the linen closet. I ran the cotton across my skin and removed the water from it, but the cold remained. The rain left a lasting chill deep within me, and brought all the grime from that days work to the surface. Now I need my puppy to wash it all away. I walked upstairs to our shared room, opened rhe door and saw HAL-E sitting on the bed. She too was uncovered, revealing the stickers placed upon her breasts. It reads “if lost, please return to Marcy.” When I see that sticker I can’t help but bite my lip.

HAL-Es eyes widened as I entered the room, her mechanical tail wagging faster and faster, smacking against the pillows with a loud “whomp” over and over again. I could tell she wanted to jump out of bed and hug me, tackle me down and kiss me all over. She made sharp pushes against the bed, false starts as she contained her excitement. As I slowly approached the bed, I heard her cooling fans activate, pumping heat out from her head and torso to keep her from overheating. She whimpers, desperate to be played with, for someone to touch her controls and insert data into her.

“Look at how eager you are… so patient… so good…” I said, my voice shifting to a soft sultry tone. “Good girl. Do you want belly rubs?”

She let out another whimper, then a compressed yap. She rolled onto her back and looked up, her digital eyes filled with a burning heat and desire. Her vents pumped warm air all over my legs, a heat that threatened to drag me down onto her. I wanted to take it all, all her warmth and embrace her. But not yet, first we play the game.

“Good girl,” I said, rubbing my hands all over her chassis, my fingers touching the lower ds screen and sending signals into her brain. Several green lights flicked on and off as I touched her, telling me how much she enjoyed it. She was officially in “good girl mode” and now all pleasure and sensations are heightened. Just a tap of her screen sends waves of energy through her circuitry. if she wasn’t on her charging leash no doubt she would lose power.

I moved my position between her legs and told her to keep her head up. Laying down on her warm body was like a car running car in the winter, so warm it melted any ice still within my skin. I placed my thumbs on the buttons and +pad and my index fingers on her bumpers. She squirmed with each button press, the good feelings programmed into her mind. I didn’t have to play for long, for her it would feel like hours of pleasure.

Nintendogs is always a fun time, espreciallt when my girlfriend moans every time I press a buotton. Every time I play with a puppy I’m playing with her mind, and every treat given is a treat she feels. Her vents are pouring hot air, but when I check her power banks she is still charging. After 15 minutes, I pulled up her task manager, I saw how much her cpu and memory was full. All her processes were at their limit! “How about we turn some of these off…” I said.

“Ahh! Bark! W-what?” She struggled to make words after being a puppy for so long. But before she understood what was happening, I had limited her cognitive processes to 30% and boosted her pleasure centers to 120%. This was something she could turn back on if she wanted too, and was within our discussed limits. Messing with her mind, messing with her programming and messing with her wiring and attachments, she lived for it.

Now that she could only bark and whimper, reduced to my dumb, sweet, happy puppy, a puppy full of pleasure, I rose from between her legs and laid across her belly. My breasts pressed against hers, the sticker caught on my nipple, teasing me unintentionally and reminding me how much I love this woman. The warmth exuding from her chest was burning hot and nipples like fresh dripped candle wax. My eyes locked with hers, those digital girl eyes. I locked my lips with her synthetic lips just below her top screen.

Her silicon lips were warm and soft. What others see as fake, to me they were realer than any other. My tongue slid between them, and I felt the zap of her hidden mouth port. The tingle only made me want her more. I kissed and kissed, she squirmed and moaned into my mouth. It was delicious. Her hands were spazzing, fighting the urge to touch the port between her legs. She knew I’d get there later.

I shifted my weight, so that my knees were on her arms and my dick between her breasts. “Be a good puppy…” I said, my voice containing my eagerness, “and suck mommy’s cock.” Her hot lips on my skin almost made me explode, her sensation, her obedience, her eagerness. I own her, and she loves it, and I love it. The jolt of her energy through my body called me to thrust into her mouth, her synthetic tongue caressing the head. Now I had to hold myself back from explosion. I needed to hold off the building tension from below, calling me to unload inside my puppy’s mouth. “She would love it, mommy’s hot cum inside her,” I thought. The devil in me told me to do it, ruin her hot mouth, short circuit her brain with my love. But no. Not yet. I can’t.

My puppy’s eagerness brought her sensual blowjob from a savoring to devouring. Her dumb, sweet, gorgeous puppy programming needed her to get my cum. But I had to keep it from her, like waving a toy over a dogs head, beckoning it to jump for it, only to snatch the toy away before they can lock their jaws into it. I let her go fast, but now I needed to stop before I gave her the prize.

“Good girl, drop it.”

She immediately stopped, but her eyes were confused, begging me to let her keep going. She was hungry for it. She couldn’t even move her arms to bring me back in. She just had to wait, like a good puppy. The Denial fed her eagerness, she needed a release. She needed to fuck her mpmmy so bad, and I could tell.

“Let’s use the gba port.” The gameboy had an insane amount of device attachments to go with different games or products. The attachment we are going to use was not a commercially made device, but Etsy creators sold these for anyone who had a Nintendo DS branded robotic girlfriend who wanted to get kinky. With a little luck, I managed to get a hold of the attachment before they were shut down by a classic Nintendo cease and desist.

From the bedside table, I pulled out a Gameboy advanced dick attachment with vibration and cum functionality. I plugged in the cock to the gba port between HAL-E’s legs (it was placed there to mimic the ds’ original design and got past Nintendo censors). As soon as it connected, the cock hardened and throbbed. The temperature of the dick rose, using it as a heat sink. Her artificial cum leaked out like a doctor checking a syringe before inserting it and I was the patient. I poured lube all over her cock and stroked her twice to get it all over.

I laid on the bed, my legs in the air and my butt propped up against the pillows. My cock leaked across my front, and my asshole puckered. I put my hands on my cheeks and spread them, beckoning my sweet puppy closer. “Be good girl, Fuck mommy…”

Her desperate puppy eyes guided her as HAL-E moved forward and pressed her warm robot cock against my greedy asshole. She moaned and glitched moan, one that splintered and drowned out her screaming fans. Her cocks head pressed into my ass, spreading it and filling me up with her love. Unlike the doctor, she pushed her cock jn and out. “Arf” and “bark” came from her speakers with every thrust. Her eyes were locked on mine and our hands intwinned. Our love was one, her heat and mine, a building cycle. Her glitchy moans. She’s going to cum.

She’s speeding up. Im moaning, she’s barking, she’s such a good girl, such a good puppy. I’m going to reward her so good. “Good girl. Good puppy.” She speeds up again. Faster. Harder. Desperation rising. My cock tenses. I can feel her cock rubbing against my special spot. “Cum with mommy.”

She barks in response, my beautiful dumb puppy.

“3.”

She speeds up, I’m losing control of my voice and moans.

“2.”

She’s overheating, her fans on overtime, my body is so hot too, I love her so much.

“1.”

Her cock is tensing, but she won’t cum until I say. She’s a good girl.

“Good girl… cum.”

We both cum, as she pins be down with her robot body. She locks her cock inside my Ass to make sure I feel her pulsating eruption within me. Such a good puppy. Her screens both turn blue as the pleasure and heat overloads her. It’s too much, her lips lock with mine as she reboots.

Meanwhile I erupt all over our tummies. First on mine, then hers as she leans over to reboot. With deep breaths I embrace her, I give my darling puppy robot girl all of my love. I kiss her lips, sticking my tongue in and moaning “HAL-E” with every thrust. “Good girl.”

I spent 2 minutes with her as she rebooted. It was quiet, broken by a few clicks as the systems worked through and reset to normal levels. With every moment I fell more and more in love with HAL-E, all over again. But every time I couldn’t help but get scared. She doesn’t always blue screen, but when she does I can’t help but worry. She’s told me 100 times that it’s harmless, but I still get nervous.

After those two minutes to calm down, she woke up. Her eyes bright, “hey cutie” she said. Those words made my heart melt. I kissed her again and again, and forever into the night.

(This was written in my notes app, sorry for any typos) :3

#puppy sub #robot girl #transfem #trans #Nintendo ds #wholesome

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russellsppttemplates · 2 years

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Little Leclercs (Charles Leclerc)

The Leclerc family spends the weekend in the yacht

Note: english is not my first language. I added a little something that I tought about the other day, I hope it is okay!

Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated 🤍 and I'm taking requests so if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to do so as I'll try to get to them the best I can!

Tw: mentions of sickness

When Charles suggested a family weekend on the boat just the four of you, everyone agreed it would be a really good ideia, Hervé and Amélie particularly excited at the idea of having mama and papa to themselves.

"Mes amours", your husband called as you opened the front door, taking your shoes off as you helped Amélie take her shoes off too, Hervé, your oldest, was already able to do it on his own, running to his papa as soon as he was able to, "Papa! I missed you!", the little boy yelled as he found his father on the sofa, his arms wide open to greet his children. Amélie followed her brother as quick as her smaller legs allowed her, thanking you as she made her way into Charles' embrace, "Papa, papa, help", she said as her arms stretched out, Charles easily grabbing her to help her into his lap, "did you two have a good day at school?", he asked as they proceeded to tell him all about what they had done.

"Hi mon coeur", you said as you caressed his cheek, not wanting to disturb the moment despite your children stopping the conversation entirely as they watched the interaction, "I already have our's and the kid's bags packed and ready like you asked", he smiled as you placed a kiss on his forehead, "I'm just going to pack my last minute stuff and then we can get going for some boat family time!", you said as the rest of the family erupted in cheer.

Heading upstairs to do as you said, you grabbed your chargers along with a toiletry bag you retrieved from the bathroom, checking if everything wad safely inside before heading back downstairs, hearing some voice in the kitchen, "Mama, do you want a snack? Papa is making something for us", Hervé asked you as he watched you grab water from the fridge, "No, darling, thank you", you said as you kissed both of your kids' heads as they waited for Charles to finish it. The kids were happily munching on their food as you took the opportunity to properly greet your husband with a kiss on his lips, "I feel like we'll spend loads of time just asking them to be careful of the edges and to stay in the shade, but it will be so worth it. Just us and them before the schedules become crazy again", you said as Charles squeezed your body against his, "yeah, it will be good to have nowhere to be, no one to call and bother with work", he said as he pressed a final kiss to your forehead, looking at his kids who were watching you with a unreadable expression on their faces. "Have you finished, my loves?", you asked as they nodded, making you collect the plates to wash them quickly before leaving. "Does anybody need to go to the bathroom?", Charles asked, earning negative responses which promoted him to grab the last bags and head to the car outside, packing them in before helping Amélie in her seat and buckling her in safely while the little girl said "thank you papa" with a kiss on his cheek, as you supervised your son, who was already capable of doing it himself, just to make sure, "good job buddy", you highfived him before getting in the car.

The ride to the port was quite calm, the usually busy streets far less crowded since people had gone back home from work.

After taking everything inside the boat, you sat down while your husband made sure he was heading in the right direction while showing his children the control panel.

"How are you feeling?", Charles called for you, knowing that you always felt a bit uneasy for the first hour before you got your sea legs back, "I'm okay-ish, it's already better", you replied back as you sipped in your sugary drink. "Mama is feeling a bit seasick, who is going to give her a big big hug while I set everything up?", Charles forwarded to the kids once they arrived where they would be spending the night as he helped them down the steps so they could safely get to you.

The next morning you had woken up at your usual time, your body working like a clock, and to your surprise the little ones were still asleep in their bed you and Charles and put in your room, not wanting them to wander around in the night and wanting to watch over them. Moving slightly so you wouldn't wake your husband up, you took the time to admire your family and how lucky you had been. Sure, it was exhausting at times but so fulfilling, as well to be able to raise those two amazing kids that resulted of a beautiful love story between you and Charles.

You felt the sheets move slightly as your husband was beggining to wake up, "Good morning, gorgeous", he said through a yawn, his arms tightening their grip on your waist, "Good morning handsome, did you sleep well?", you asked while you tamed some of his bed hair, "Yes, yes I did. And so did they apparently, this is unusual for a saturday", and almost like they sensed their father's words, they shuffled in the bed before Amélie was first in calling you, "Mama", you heard her as she turned to look at you, a big toothy smile as she helped her brother wake up, "Hervé, c'mon, help me so we can go and cuddle mama and papa", she urged her brother who, as promptly as ever helped his little sister over to your bed as the four of you enjoyed the morning cuddles. "Did you sleep well mama?", your little boy asked, "I did, darling. And you two looked like you did too", you mused, tapping his nose, "yeah, although I think at a point Amélie was kicking me in her sleep, but that's okay because I think I kick her too without knowing, you know, because I'm asleep too", he reasoned as everyone on the bed laughed. And these were the moments that made it all worth it, Amélie cuddled up to Charles' naked chest as you had Hervé on your lap, stealing kisses from them as Charles kept tickling them every now and again to hear their beautiful giggles.

After lunch, you were putting Amélie down for her nap since she was pretty tired out from the morning activities of painting and drawing while Charles and Hervé got ready to go and swim in the sea, the waves very minimal and the little boy cladded in every form of protection possible. "Papa, I want to do it, but I'm scared", he said as he saw Charles going in the water, "buddy, you have your life jacket that's going to help you stay afloat and I'm going to be here if you need help, and mama is there too", he pointed at you since you had finally managed to get her to sleep, "you can do it buddy, one step at a time okay?", you tried as he sat down on the edge and then launched himself to Charles' arms, "yay Hervé, you did it mon ange", your husband said as you clapped at your boys, showing them a thumbs up. After the big swimming session, the boys came back up, sitting next to you wrapped in towells as they warmed up in the sun, Amélie sensing a lot more commotion in the deck and waking up, "I want to go on the water too", she said and since she was only learning how to swim now, you had gotten a kiddy pool for her to play with water, "Come here then so I can put your swimsuit on, please", you called as Charles stretched him arm to get the one piece from the bag you had taken up. Since the area was all well guarded, you let Amélie and Hervé play in there while you enjoyed the feeling of being in Charles' embrace under the sun, while still keeping an eye on the kids, "you look really good, mon coeur", Charles kissed your shoulders, "I love this colour on you", he complimented your choice of swimwear, making you hum in approval of the affections his lips and wandering hands kept giving you, retributing them along his chest and tummy. "Papa, Mama, come play with us", Amélie called as you all sat near her little pool, splashing and playing with the water toys she had, "Mama, no, have to attack papa", your daughter explained, "you want me to attack my husband?", you asked with an exaggerated expression on your face, earning a belly laugh from the little girl as Hervé volunteered, "Don't worry, I'll attack him with you!", as they took turns in splashing Charles, your body ending up wet too from collateral damage (and a sneaky three year old who decided to take revenge on her first fallen soldier).

You took turns in showering and dinner duty, you going for a quick shower to rinse the day off while Charles started the cooking and watched the kids, and then switching so he could shower.

"Guys, papa has showered so while he is finishing dinner we are going to take a quick shower and get dressed okay? Let's go", you ushered them as you tried to carry out your plan. Out of the shower and having already put on their pyjama bottoms, the kids were ready to put their tops when you called, "we don't need those because tonight you're putting these ones on", you said as you grabbed the t-shirts and handed each a cardigan since the temperature had decreased a bit. Once they were dressed and ready, you made your way back to Charles, the table all set and the food ready.

You had finished the meal and were pretty much done tidying up, Charles and the kids helping you so the chore was done quicker and you would be able to catch the sunset. Sitting in the cushioned area outside, you looked out at the beautiful colours in the sky and decided it was the right moment, and catching the kids' attention, you told them to unbutton their cardigans for a bit while you retrieved the stick and paper from the pocket of the hoodie you had borrowed from Charles, "Show papa", you said. Your husband, despite finding it odd, moved slightly so he could read both of their t-shirts, Hervé's saying "I'm number one" and Amélie's reading "I'm number two" and he laughed, "My two little ones, papa loves you so much", he said as he pressed a kiss to their foreheads, then turning to you "and I love your mam-", he stopped in his tracks, the pregnancy test on your hand and the ultrasound picture making his brain go faster than any car he had driven before. "I love you too, papa", you said as you watched his eyes fill with tears, your kids immediately worried about his reaction, "Why are you sad, papa?", they asked as they tried to swipe the tears away from his face, Hervé noticing you too had some tears brimming your eyes and taking it in his stride to help you, before he looked at the ultrasound, "is that Amélie?", he asked, the faint memory of seeing one of those around the house, "This is your baby brother or sister", you said as Amélie beamed, Hervé speaking on their behalf, "We're getting a baby? Amélie, mama is having a baby", he said before they started jumping up and down in celebration. Drying your cheeks, you looked up to see Charles smiling at you, his green eyes glossy as the tears didn't seem to stop, "this is amazing, mon amour, amazing. Thank you, thank you, thank you", he said as he hugged you, the kids getting jealous and managing to find their way into the embrace for a big family hug, "I'm so happy, you are my favourite people, I love each one of you so so so so much", Charles said as he placed a kiss on all of you before you released the hug, moving your top to rest just under your boobs and kissing your tummy, "Papa and Mama can't wait to meet you, little one", he whispered. "I want to meet them too", Amélie said, "Me too! I'm the oldest, I want to meet them too", your son interjected, "we will all met them in a few months, for now baby is growing in mama's tummy and then they'll be here to play with you", Charles said as the words got caught in his throat. No matter if this was the third time it was happening, he was still as emotional as if it was the first. The kids caught on their father's actions and immediately started kissing everywhere on your tummy, placing their smaller hands on on top of the womb that had carried them all those years before at the excitement of a new sibling to play with.

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bellaxgiornata · 1 year

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Falling For the Devil [Part thirty-five: "The Very Bad Day"]

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your day seems to be filled with a terrible bout of bad luck.

You have a monumentally shitty Monday. But you sure are grateful for Matthew Murdock.

[Series of one-shots about Reader meeting, falling for, and dating Matt Murdock.]

Warnings: 18+ for this series; contains humor, fluff, romance, angst, smut (like...a lot of it later in the series), language, some violence

Word Count: 3.4k

a/n: This one is a sort of comedic installment! You can find the list of installments for this series on tumblr here.

Monday Morning

The loud shriek of a car horn honking woke you, your body startling along your mattress. Eyes flying open, you realized it was already morning judging by the faint light outside of your curtained window. You could hear yelling accompanying the honking on the streets below and you groaned, rolling over onto your other side and burying your face in the pillow. Fucking New York City. All you wanted to do was sleep in on your Sunday morning.

Except yesterday was Sunday…which meant today was Monday and you had work.

Eyes snapping back open again you threw your hand out, grabbing your phone off your nightstand to check the time. Your alarm hadn’t gone off yet, so it had to still be early, right? But as you lifted your phone from off the nightstand, the plug dropped straight out of the charging port. You groaned, realizing you hadn’t properly plugged your phone in last night. Quickly you tapped the screen, but it remained black. Panicking a little, you pushed the button to unlock the screen on the side, but the screen still remained black.

Your phone was dead.

Cursing, you shoved the cord back into your phone and impatiently waited the minute for it to start back up as it finally received power. Your eyes widened in horror at the time on the display–you had fifteen minutes to get dressed and get to the office before you were late.

Throwing the sheets off of you, you flung your legs over the side of your bed in a hurry before racing to your closet and grabbing a pair of dress pants and a blouse. Frantically you changed, throwing your clothes on like a madwoman. Afterwards, you nearly sprinted to your bathroom and ran the brush through your hair, cringing when you roughly combed through a few knots–you didn’t have time to be gentle or fix your hair this morning.

Tossing the brush onto the vanity counter, you quickly grabbed your toothbrush and proceeded to do a rapid but fairly thorough brush of your teeth before haphazardly spitting out the toothpaste and rinsing your mouth. With an irritated sigh you grabbed your mouthwash off the counter, figuring you’d use some for good measure to make up for the quick brushing. As you opened the lid and went to turn the bottle over and pour some into the cap, the mouthwash abruptly gushed out of the container and the blue liquid splashed over your hands, forearms, and the front of your blouse. Cursing again, you downed a bit of the mouthwash, swirling it around in your mouth as you tried to clean up the mess and clean off your hands and arms. You were going to smell intensely like mint all day now, but you’d at least have a minute to change your shirt.

Spitting out the mouthwash, you washed off your face and left the bathroom. You were tugging your shirt over your head as you crossed the hall back to your bedroom, discarding the mouthwash covered blouse onto your bedroom floor before you dug through your closet. Of course you’d forgotten to do laundry, too distracted by Matt and his goddamn charm and glorious body half the weekend. You took the first thing you grabbed off of a hanger and threw it on, grabbing a cardigan to toss on over it for good measure. You turned, about to head out of your room, but paused just at the threshold, laughing bitterly to yourself as you turned back around. Making your way over to your nightstand, you snatched your phone and your charging cord from it, glaring at the little device.

“Nice try, asshole,” you muttered to your phone, as if it was somehow to blame for your horrible morning.

Exiting your apartment a minute later bundled in your winter coat, you were practically sprinting down the hallway to catch the elevator before the doors shut and it descended. At this rate you were already about to be late to work, you couldn’t afford to wait for the elevator to make it to the first floor and come back up. So when the doors closed on you just when you were a foot away from them, the woman inside making disinterested eye contact with you in your distress but refusing to hold the door, you almost screamed.

You’d have to take the stairs down multiple flights.

Pushing your way through the door on your left, you began your trek down the few flights of stairs, winded shortly after you began. Every few steps you’d mutter an angry ‘fuck’ and curse yourself for not making sure your phone had been properly plugged in last night before you’d gone to bed.

By the time you made it out of your building, you realized it was snowing pretty hard. Because why wouldn’t you have to briskly walk through something akin to a blizzard on this monumentally shitty Monday? With a huff, you began your trek through the slush on the sidewalk, your work flats slipping and sliding on occasion. Had you woken up early and been able to check the weather outside, you’d have been smart enough to wear your boots.

A minute into your walk and you heard your phone ringing in your pocket. With a frustrated grumble you fished the barely charged phone from your pocket and answered the call without even looking. You assumed it was Ellison wondering where the hell you were.

“Yeah?” you answered, your frustration apparent in your tone.

“You sound chipper,” Matt teased.

So thankfully not Ellison chewing you out for your tardiness. Small mercies.

“I’m having the world’s worst bout of bad luck this morning,” you grumbled into the phone, feet once again sliding along on the sidewalk.

“I doubt it’s that bad,” Matt said.

“My phone was dead so my alarm didn’t go off,” you vented to him. “I’m lucky traffic woke me up when it did. My phone is still barely charged, and I smell like mouthwash because I accidentally spilled it all over myself. Not to mention I completely forgot to do laundry this weekend so my choice of work clothes was limited. I’m very late for work right now. I had to run down multiple flights of stairs because some people don’t have the common courtesy to hold an elevator, not to mention I’m now walking through the beginning of a damn blizzard in dress flats, and I haven’t had any coffee. I’m going to have to settle for that sludge in the breakroom.”

“Okay,” Matt amended gently, “so maybe you haven’t had the best start to your Monday, but I’m sure it’ll turn around.”

“I’m pretty sure once I get to the office Ellison isn’t going to be too pleased,” you replied. “I don’t even have time to grab him a coffee to butter him–”

Yelping in surprise, your feet slipped on a patch of ice and slid out from underneath you. With a hard thud you fell straight on your left hip, hissing in pain as you hit the pavement. The foot traffic continued, skirting around your place on the sidewalk. Your eyes snapped shut as you fought down your frustration, trying hard not to cry on the sidewalk. Grinding your teeth together, you rose carefully back up to your feet, vaguely aware of Matt’s panicked voice on the line. You were positive you’d have a giant bruise later, especially with how much your hip already hurt.

And you had a cold, wet spot on your dress pants now, too.

“Sweetheart? You there?” Matt’s concerned voice came over the line when you held the phone back up to your ear.

“Yup,” you ground out, grudgingly continuing the block you still had left to the office. “Just fell on a patch of ice.”

“Are you alright?” he asked quickly.

“Considering the day I’m having,” you grumbled, “I guess I’m lucky I didn’t break anything.”

“See?” Matt tried to joke. “There’s a silver lining.”

“Except my pants are all cold and wet,” you said with a sigh. Your left hand reached out to adjust your purse strap, but your eyes went wide when you realized you forgot to grab your purse. “Fucking hell,” you muttered.

“What? Matt asked.

“I forgot my purse,” you told him. “Guess I’m not ordering any coffee or lunch today. Best Monday ever.”

Monday Afternoon

Head buried in your arms on your desk, you tried your best to enjoy the silence of the office. There was a headache pounding in your skull from the terrible day you’d been having along with the lack of any real caffeine. Your hip from where you’d fallen earlier wasn’t feeling too great, either.

Currently, almost everyone was out for lunch or working on a story leaving you mostly alone. And you had the unfortunate luck to have been given the fluff piece covering the new ice cream shop opening up in Hell’s Kitchen because you’d shown up almost fifteen minutes late to work this morning.

Groaning, you shifted your head along your arms when you got a whiff of the yogurt Katy had accidentally spilled in your hair when you’d ran into her earlier. You had tried to rinse it off in the women’s bathroom, but you could certainly still smell it lingering. And mixed with the minty mouthwash that seemed like it had seeped into your skin since this morning, it made you want to gag.

“Uh, hello?”

Your head popped up from your desk, brows furrowing. You didn’t recognize that voice. Rising from your chair, you startled what appeared to be a delivery person carrying a bag of food and a coffee. You muttered a quick apology and he waved it off with a smile.

“I was actually looking for a…” he began, pausing and reading your name off of his phone.

“That’s me,” you said slowly, confused. “But I didn’t order anything.”

“It says here that a Matthew Murdock ordered this to be delivered to you? At this address?” the man answered, glancing up from his phone.

Shoulders sagging as a small smile drew over your mouth, you made your way around the cubicles towards the young man. He held out the bag towards you and you accepted it, though you cleared your throat awkwardly immediately afterwards.

“I uh, don’t happen to have anything on me for a tip,” you awkwardly admitted.

“Oh, that was already taken care of in the app when he placed the order,” the guy told you. “Don’t worry about it. Have a good day!”

Wishing the man a good day back, you turned, heading back to your desk and shaking your head. As you sat down in your desk chair, you quickly took a sip of coffee–and you recognized that halfway decent coffee immediately. Eagerly opening the takeout bag, you were hit with the delicious smell of that grilled cheese and fries Matt knew you loved from the diner near your office. Picking up your phone, you quickly found Matt’s number and called him. The phone rang three times before he answered, greeting you with your name.

“So I’m pretty sure you have far surpassed boyfriend of the year,” you said.

Matt laughed, the sound bright and warm over your phone. It immediately drew a larger smile across your face.

“I take it you got my delivery?” Matt asked.

“Yes and thank you,” you told him. “You didn’t have to do that, but I appreciate it, Matt.”

“Ah well, couldn’t exactly have my damsel in distress starving and under-caffeinated on her terrible Monday, could I?” he teased. “I figured that grilled cheese would help turn your day around.”

“I think you’ve reached sainthood today,” you joked, grabbing the cup of coffee and bringing it to your mouth. “Everyone will forever celebrate December fifth with grilled cheese and coffee in your honor.”

He laughed again as you took a sip of coffee, pleased that you were the one able to get him to laugh like that. Though as you went to set the coffee down on your desk, your hand bumped the armrest of your chair and you accidentally spilled some onto your dress pants. Your eyes narrowed at the little coffee stain, glaring at it.

“Well sweetheart, that sounds like blasphemy, but I appreciate your enthusiasm,” he teased. “So has your day turned around at all?”

“Besides your unexpected and welcome little delivery? No,” you answered him with a sigh. “I was incredibly late to work. Ellison wasn’t thrilled so now I’m covering that new ice cream shop opening. And I now smell like Katy’s yogurt on top of the mouthwash from this morning because I literally ran into her and somehow managed to get an entire spoonful in my hair.”

“How’s your hip doing?” he asked curiously.

“Bruised,” you replied as Matt made a sympathetic noise. “It hurts like hell. Checked on it earlier when I was washing the yogurt out of my hair and there’s definitely a huge bruise forming.”

“I’m sorry, sweetie,” Matt said. “Why don’t you come over to my place tonight after work? I’ll be done at the office early today, we don’t have much going on. I’ll try to make your night better?”

You pulled a fry out of the takeout bag and nibbled a bite of it. “I’d love to, Matt, but I desperately need to do laundry. You distracted me all weekend and I didn’t get it done.”

“I didn’t hear you complaining about anything this weekend,” Matt whispered over the line, his tone low and somehow managing to raise the hair along your arms. He quickly cleared his throat before adding on, “Besides, you’ve got clean work clothes at my place. Stay the night, do laundry tomorrow.”

“Hmm,” you hummed over the line, chewing the rest of the fry. “I did forget I had clothes there…”

“See?” he said quickly. “Come over after work. I’ll fix whatever bad day you’re having.”

Smiling, you felt your resolve quickly fading. “Alright, alright,” you caved. “I’ll come over. But tomorrow I really need to focus on laundry after work.”

“Oh, absolutely,” Matt replied enthusiastically. “I’ll see you in a few hours, sweetheart. I love you.”

“Love you too, Matty,” you said.

Hanging up, you set your phone on the desk before focusing on the lunch Matt had ordered for you. You hurried to pull the food out of the bag, knowing your lunch break was almost over and you needed to focus on that article for Ellison. Pulling out a ketchup packet for the fries, you opened it–but the ketchup squirted everywhere over your dress pants. You sat there for a minute in a mixture of disbelief and irritation, holding the now empty ketchup packet in the air above your lap.

“You have got to be kidding me!” you groaned out.

Monday Evening

Trudging down Matt’s hallway towards his door, you were carrying your soaked dress flats in your hand with a frown on your face. Your hip was absolutely killing you, the bruise having gotten worse at the end of the day. And since you didn’t have your purse, you didn’t have money for a cab and you’d had to walk back to Matt’s through the snow.

The rest of your afternoon had continued to go downhill after you’d finished the lunch Matt had ordered you. Your computer had somehow malfunctioned, completely erasing your almost finished article and forcing you to rewrite it from memory–and you knew it wasn’t nearly as good, even if it was just a fluff piece. In the office meeting Ellison had called for the afternoon, you’d somehow managed to grab the pen that decided to explode ink all over your hands. You still hadn’t been able to wash it off. To top your entire afternoon off, you’d briefly gotten stuck in the elevator on your way out of work, taking up a frustrating extra fifteen minutes.

Exhausted, you reached a hand out to knock against Matt’s front door, but it quickly swung open before you had a chance. Your hand lowered to your side as Matt stood before you, dressed in a white tee-shirt and black sweatpants, an affectionate smile on his face that reached his eyes.

“Hey sweetheart,” he greeted you warmly, stepping aside to let you in. He made a face as you passed him, nose scrunching. “Wow, you do smell like mouthwash and yogurt. And…ketchup?”

Your shoulders sagged as you set your shoes down by the front door. Matt’s head tilted to the side as he closed the door after you.

“Why do you smell like ink?” he asked curiously.

“A pen exploded on me,” you deadpanned.

He exhaled a rough breath, wrapping his arm around your waist and guiding you down the entry hall. “You really did have a bad day, didn’t you?” he asked softly.

“Yes,” you grumbled.

“Well,” Matt said as he led you to the living room, which was when you noticed what he’d been up to in the kitchen, “I made us dinner. It’s almost done, so if you’d like to go grab a shower and get comfortable, it should be done by then.” He quickly held up a hand before he added, “Oh, and it turns out you’d actually left your purse here. I put it on the coffee table so you wouldn’t forget it.” A small smile slid onto his face as he said softly, “The uh, the flowers on the table are for you, too. I mean, obviously since I can’t quite appreciate them. Though I do find lamb’s ear oddly soft.”

Swallowing hard, your gaze slid to the table behind him. In the center was a beautiful vase of white anemone and garden roses surrounded by lamb’s ear leaves and a few white hypericum berries. He’d clearly gone to a nice florist for those and spent a pretty penny. You felt tears sting at your eyes as your attention returned to Matt, his head shifting to the side a bit.

“Sweetheart?” he asked carefully.

Wordlessly you crossed the few feet between the pair of you, wrapping your arms around his waist and burying your face into his chest. Instantly, as if instinctual, Matt’s strong arms encircled your shoulders, his chin lowering to rest on the top of your head. A few large tears slipped out of your eyes, dampening the soft fabric of his shirt beneath your face.

“My entire day has been exhaustingly awful,” you spoke into his shirt, voice muffled by the fabric, “until right now.” You squeezed him harder, eyes clamping shut as you tried to somehow bring him even closer to yourself. “I love you, Matt.”

He whispered your name before shifting atop your head, his lips kissing your hair. “I love you, too.”

You huffed out a sigh, eyes still closed. “So how terrible do I smell?” you asked him.

“Well, I mean it’s uh, it’s not that you smell bad , sweetheart,” Matt began lightly, “it’s just…you smell like a lot of different things. And it’s–”

“Bad,” you cut him off, laughing a little against him. “I smell fucking awful to you, I’m sure. I smell pretty gross to myself,” you said, turning to rest your ear against his chest as your tears slowed to a stop. “There’s mouthwash on my arms and old yogurt in my hair. And ketchup dried all over my pants along with some coffee. And like an entire ballpoint pen dried on my hands.”

“I mean it’s certainly quite the–” he fought back a laugh, “–interesting fragrance.”

You smiled as you felt his shoulders lightly shaking against you. “I’ll go shower,” you told him.

“I’ll have dinner done by the time you are,” he assured you.

With a sigh you squeezed your arms around him one more time. “Thank you, Matt,” you whispered. “You made my day brighter.”

One of his arms unwrapped itself from you, his hand gingerly tilting your face up towards his as he gazed back down at you. “You always brighten my days, sweetheart,” he murmured. “Just returning the favor.”

Leaning down, he kissed you sweetly and you melted into his strong, solid body. Somehow he always made you feel safe. Always made you feel better.

As he pulled back from the kiss, his hand tenderly tucking some of your hair behind your ear, you briefly wondered what it would actually look like to see him wearing a tux like he had at Marci and Foggy’s wedding, standing at the end of the aisle and waiting for you with that same smile on his face he had right now. The mental image had your knees weak and your pulse jumping.

“What?” Matt asked curiously.

“Nothing,” you whispered, smiling. “I’ll uh, I’ll just go grab that shower before dinner.”

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jupiterwrites99 · 10 months

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Your On Your Own , Kid - Nine

Emily had taken her to Port Angeles with Kim, Jared's girlfriend. She liked Jared, so she trusted Kim right away, although her trust probably came from the fact that Paul trusted Jared the most out of the pack. He had explained that he was his best friend, having phased around the same time, at the same age. Sage envied it. She had never had a best friend, only friends she spent time with to not feel so alone. Her lack of trust in people didn’t start the day she phased, it was well ingrained in her from her early years.

She didn’t realise how exhausting shopping could be, and as soon as Emily parked the car, she thanked her and headed inside. Sage wanted nothing more than to have a long hot shower, and use some of the new products Emily had picked out.

On her way to her room, she passed Paul, asleep on the too small of a couch in the Uley’s living room.

He clearly had a knack for sleeping on furniture he didn't fit on.

Gently, she shook him awake. As he blinked open his eyes, she smiled down at him, “Hi.”

“How’d the shopping trip go?” He asked tiredly while he sat up. He stretched his arms with a low groan before wrapping her in a hug. She breathed in his scent and felt nothing but contentment. There was no place she would rather be. If she had had her way, she would have been napping with him, instead of shopping.

Sage shrugged, before she offered, “Want to nap in my room?”

“You sure?” Paul asked.

“Yeah, it's more comfortable.” She nodded in confirmation before heaving him up into a standing position. Though she also had selfish reasons for wanting him to nap in her room. She just wanted him close. Something was off and she couldn’t pinpoint what it was.

But she figured it had something to do with Emily's offer to buy her new clothes, she had even purchased her a phone. It was nice, but Emily and Sam had no reason to be giving her such expensive things without a cause. They owed her nothing.

Closing the door behind them, Sage watched as Paul stripped himself of his clothes. Not that they were necessarily dirty, she still appreciated the fact that he remembered she didn’t want grime in her bed. As soon as his head hit the pillow, she knew he would fall right back asleep. The look of exhaustion he wore as his eyes followed her throughout the room as she grabbed a towel was telling he was spent.

“I’m just going to shower.” She said quietly, giving him a small smile as he nodded lazily.

Sage was pretty sure she used up all the hot water during her shower. The feeling of it against her skin was enough to keep her under the stream of water until it ran cold, even after washing her hair and body. She also shaved for the first time since returning to her human form, and she had never felt cleaner.

Walking back out into her room with just her towel, she smiled to herself as she watched Paul's sleeping frame.

She placed a gentle kiss on his forehead, just like her grandma would do when she was little before going to her dresser and changing into some of the new clothes Emily had picked out. She hadn’t been much help shopping.

She dropped her towel to the ground and pulled on her panties, before holding up the jeans she had just gotten. She could already tell they were going to be uncomfortable but didn’t want to seem ungrateful to Emily.

Pulling the jeans over her hips, Sage grumbled to herself about the rough material. She was so used to wearing baggy shirts and shorts that everything Emily had picked out felt foreign against her skin.

“Those are new,” Paul mumbled from behind Sage. She looked over her shoulder and saw him smirking back at her with hands crossed behind his head. Clearly enjoying the show she was giving him. She shook her head with a small laugh.

“Do you have a patrol tonight?” She asked, turning back to her dresser and looking through the pile of clothes for a tshirt.

“No.”

She turned to him with the shirt in her hands, his eyes slowly raked over her naked chest and his eyes darkened as she asked, “Want to do something fun?”

“What did you have in mind?” He asked, looking back up to her eyes.

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After putting away the clothes she had gotten and given into Paul's grabby hands, they had made it into the wood in the late afternoon.

She had brought him to the watering hole she had found the last time she had gotten stuck, just in case she did again, but Sage didn’t tell Paul that.

Paul had helped her phase after twenty minutes of frustration. Sage had been frustrated that she couldn’t just snap her fingers and phase, and Paul, Paul had the patience of a toddler she found out.

The stress of trying to get her to phase had clearly been affecting her ability, so he had pulled her to the ground with him and pressed his lips to any piece of skin he could, calming her down, but leaving her with enough adrenaline to phase.

The look of pride on his face as he looked down at her white wolf made her giddy.

She watched in wonder as he phased with ease. She hoped she could eventually master it the way seemingly all of the pack had.

“That wasn’t so bad,” His wolf huffed in her direction,

“Paul?” She tilted her head at the sound of his voice in her mind. That was him, right? She thought.

“This is normal. For the pack, at least. We can hear each other's thoughts.” He explained, finding amusement in her confusion. It wasn’t exactly shocking that her old pack weren't the exception to a mindlink, but to hear Paul's voice in her head after years of just her own, that was odd.

“I don’t know if I want people to hear my thoughts.” She told him. She didn’t even want him to see her thoughts. They were just for her, and her wolf. Sage didn’t want him to see a side of her that she’s not fond of. A glimpse of who she was before, and who she will never be again.

He chuckled at her response, “You’ll learn to block people out.”

“A deer!” She said excitedly, moving towards it. Only to be stopped by Paul's large frame bumping into her. She looked up at him frustratedly as she shook herself off.

He blocked her sight of the deer, sternly telling her, “It’s on the other side of the treaty.”

She swiped water at him with her paw in annoyance, “You’re not on patrol right now, Paul.”

“Want to try shifting back?” He huffed, looking down at her. Even in their wolf forms, he towered over her.

“This was supposed to be for you.” Sage whined, “To enjoy being a wolf.”

“I am enjoying it.”Paul brooded, nudging her with his head, “But there's something else I would enjoy more.”

She fought the urge to roll her eyes, “How do I do it?”

“Same way. Just this time, think of your human self.”

“We don’t have any clothes.” Sage reminded him, and herself.

“We don’t need them.” He told her and she could practically see the smirk in his eyes,“Now, focus,”

She closed her eyes and thought of herself as a human, she felt like she was fighting with her own mind. After one frustrated howl, she found herself back with opposable thumbs.

“It’s cold out.” She complained as she wrapped her arms around her naked body to preserve heat. Sage was very aware of how naked Paul was, and though he had seen her naked a few times, she had only seen him from the back. The urge to look below his waist was nagging at her to the point she settled on looking past him.

“Come here,” Paul said, grabbing her hand as he started to walk backwards into the pond.

She dug her heels into the ground, “It’s October, the water is going to be freezing.”

“You trust me?” He asked.

She nodded without hesitation, and let him walk her into the water. Sage grimaced at the icy water, and he pulled her into him, one of his arms secured around her waist. The other hand was splayed between her shoulder blades. Instantly, she was no longer cold. She laced her hands around his neck, their chests flush with each other as he moved them deeper in the water.

“I wish I had your genetics.” She said, playing with the growing ends of his hair on the nape of his neck, “Must be nice being warm all the time.”

“How’d you stay warm in the winters?” Paul asked curiously. She had never really talked about how she did in the winters, and given that she was always cold it made sense that he was confused. Though she didn't have an actual response. She was just warmer as a wolf.

“I was furry.” She teased.

“Funny.” He dipped his head to her neck, and blew a raspberry causing a series of giggles to leave her lips.

“You’ve got a little bit of a situation.” She joked. Sage could feel his arousal, and she would be lying if she said being this close to him didn’t turn her on too. The feeling of his hands on her body, the only thing keeping her warm, was dizzying.

“Hey, it’s your fault.” He accused, a smirk on his face. His hands tightened on her waist as he shifted them slightly, so that she was more or less tucked into him. More of her body blanketed by his warmth.

“My fault?” She asked, looking at him in faux shock.

“Yeah, it's not everyday I get to swim around with a beautiful, naked girl in my arms.” He flirted with her, “Even as a wolf, you’re stunning.”

She grinned, leaning her head on his shoulder, “As nice as that was, being a white wolf is horrible.”

“What do you mean?” Paul asked, moving his hand up and down her spine.

“Hunters loved me.” She shrugged, “I guess it’s rare to see a white wolf in Washington.”

“Is that how you ended up in La Push?” He asked.

She sighed, “Yeah. Amongst other things.” She looked at him with sad eyes, “Just because there's no vampires doesn’t mean there's no threats nearby.”

“You’re safe here, Sage. No one can hunt here, not vampires, not humans, I promise you.” He held her closer than she thought possible. She felt safe with him, but even she knew that was a promise made to be broken.

“When have humans ever played by the rules?” She asked rhetorically. They both knew damn well that some people do what they want, regardless of what laws are in place.

His hand brushed her breast as he lifted it to brush her hair behind her ear, and she sucked in a breath at the feeling. It was like a million little sparks had touched her skin.

“Paul,” she started, and as soon as he looked her in the eyes, she knew she was done for.

Sage pressed her lips to his eagerly and the hand he had on her waist tightened as he matched her energy. He slid his other hand down her back before pulling her legs around his waist. Her core pressed against his hot skin caused her to moan, the feeling unlike anything she had felt before.

Abruptly, he pulled away from her. “We should head back,”

“But--” She started to argue, only to be cut off by Paul.

“I’ve got an ounce of restraint left in me right now, and this is not how I want things to go.” He explained tightly.

“Oh,” she said quietly, unlocking her legs from his waist. Her mind began to race over his words and it must have shown on her face as he grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him.

“Sage, we have more than enough time to…” he trailed off, licking his lips, before carefully saying, “Experience each other. I’d just prefer it to be in a bed, rather than a pond where the rest of the pack can run by at any moment.”

“My bed is kind of small,” She said lightheartedly.

A smirk formed on his face as he ran one of his hands down her back, resting it on her ass, “Guess you’ll have to sleepover soon.”

Paul kept her close as they walked out of the water, not wanting her to freeze the minute she stepped out. She wrapped her arms around herself as the nippy air bit at her skin. Giving herself enough room to phase without accidently hitting Paul. She turned to him and couldn't stop her eyes from drifting over his body.

He was truly built like a Greek god.

Paul chuckled as he noticed her, “You checking me out, little wolf?”

“Just returning the gesture.” She winked at him, referring to early in the day when he had blatantly raked over her naked chest.

She easily shifted back into her wolf and he did the same, nudging her with his snout,“You’ve embraced being a minx, haven't you?”

“I like seeing you flustered, it's cute.” She teased him.

“Ditto.” He licked the side of her face, before telling her, “Sam wants us.”

“How do you know?”

“I can hear him, like you can hear me.” Paul explained.

“Right.” She thought, following him as he led her to Sam.

Other pack members were there in the wolf form, though she couldn't tell who they were. She still could only hear Paul's thoughts.

Sage shimmied her way underneath Paul's massive wolf, lying with her head on her paws. She had no clue what was happening without being able to hear the others' voices.

She rolled on her side bored by whatever it is Sam had called Paul to, she could see why he didn’t enjoy this life. All he did as a wolf was protect the reservation from threats. He never got to have any fun like she did. She couldn’t imagine doing that for over ten years and then look forward to phasing.

Paul licked the top of her head, “I can hear your thoughts, little wolf.” He reminded her.

“Is he done yet?” Sage whined.

His wolf let out a sound that resembled a chuckle, “We are done.”

She playfully tackled him, knocking him over onto his back. She trotted around him, as he shook the dirt from his fur, a playful growl coming from the bigger wolf.

“Kid, be careful.” The unfamiliar man that tried to hurt Paul warned.

“Jacob.” Sam said sternly, coming out of the trees back in his human form. He stood with his arms crossed watching the two wolves go back and forth.

Paul tackled her back as she was distracted. Nipping at her leg gently, she knew he was playing. That's what she had wanted all day, for him to have fun.

They rolled around, playfully fighting each other until he had her pinned on her back, “Give up?”

“Never.” She said, trying to kick him off with her hind legs. She imagined him in his human form, pinning her down as he had her now. Accidentally, she phased back, her wolf disappearing underneath his massive form, leaving her naked and exposed.

“Get her some clothes!” Sam barked as soon as he saw her human form and Jacob jogged to the cottage.

Paul used his body to shield her from Sam, “At least I’m not stuck.” She joked as she sat up.

“We’ll work on that some more,” Sam said with the shake of his head and a small smile.

Sage worked her fingers through Paul's fur, a low purring sound emitting from his wolf as she did. “You’re very soft.”

He tilted his head back with a little bit too much force, knocking her onto her back and laid his big, furry head on her chest, keeping her covered, “And heavy,” she said with a giggle. He licked her face once, only to be stopped by Sam, “Enough, Paul.”

She held back a laugh as he whined, and ran her finger tips along the length of his snout.

“Here,” Jacobs gruff voice sounded from above them, as he dropped a pile of clothes to the ground. Paul let out a low warning growl, to which Jacob rolled his eyes and left to speak with Sam.

She didn’t understand Jacobs' attitude, she knew it wasn’t just directed at her. She had watched the way he had interacted with his packmates, and it seemed to be a recurring theme.

She quickly got dressed in the baggy clothes she had been given, and waited for Paul to phase back.

“You know, your thoughts are almost as dirty as Jareds.” Paul laughed, walking out of the treeline as he buttoned his shorts.

“It’s not me. I mean it is, but it's not.” She tried to explain. He looked at her confused so she continued, “When I phase, I let her take over. My wolf. I think that's why it's so hard for me to go back and forth. I don’t have control.”

Paul nodded once, wrapping his arm around her shoulders as they began to walk back to the cottage, “Makes sense. I’ve never thought about it that way.”

Curiously, Sage asked, “How do you stay in control?”

“Never had a reason to let my wolf take over completely.” He answered. That seemed so foreign. What was the point of everything then? She always let her wolf takeover, their instincts were different. Sage was more empathetic, her wolf, was only focused on their own survival. She wouldn't have survived the last five years without completely giving in.

“He doesn’t like, talk to you?” She asked, before cringing. It sounded a lot weirder when she said it outloud.

“He does.” Paul chuckled, “But I usually tune it out.”

Sage's eyes widened slightly at his confession, “So you don’t know..”

“Know what?”

“It’s nothing.”

“Sage,” He started, but she cut him off. Not wanting to hear what he had to say at all.

“Really, it’s fine. I shouldn’t have assumed.” She said as she walked back to the cottage. She fell into the idea of having a mate fullforce. She finally had someone she could fully trust, or so she thought. The idea that he wouldn’t have been or aware, or even felt what she had felt, never crossed her mind.

“Sage!” Paul shouted after her.

She stopped a few steps from the porch and turned to him, “You should go home,”

“Don’t do this again.” He shook his head, angry lines framing his eyes. She could feel the tension in his body as he walked to her, like one wrong move and he would snap. Sage almost wanted to make him snap, to make him see that giving into his wolf wasn’t always a bad thing. Then maybe he would understand why she's upset.

“Do what?”

“Shut me out.” He said, though it sounded more like a plea.

“I’m not shutting you out, I’m letting you go. I don’t need you.”

Paul stepped in her way, blocking her from running inside and locking herself in her room. Sage let out a disgruntled noise. Her chest had tightened and the lump in her throat signalled she had about five more minutes before the dam breaks, leaving her in a puddle of tears. He gripped her wrist, as if he could tell she would run in any direction if needed, “Sounds a whole lot like shutting me out.”

“We’re different, Paul. I run off my instincts, you follow commands.” She shot back before forcefully saying, “So go.”

“Sage, do you mind helping Emily with setting the table?” Sam said from the top of the porch.

“Yeah,” Sage said before she stalked off inside. She didn’t look back at Paul as she left, as much as she wanted to. She had never had her heart broken before, but she was sure this is what it felt like.

“Everything alright, sweetie?” Emily looked at her with concern as soon as she entered the small kitchen.

Sage nodded, “Everythings just fine.”

#paul lahote #paul lahote fanfic #paul lahote imagine #paul lahote smut #paul lahote x oc #twilight wolf pack #twilight #twilight wolves

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stacyharmon27 · 2 years

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sundove88 · 1 month

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My Headcanons on Mega Man’s Robot Masters- Part 3

MagnetMan:

He hates it when he sticks to the back of a truck sometimes.

He can easily open fridges, microwaves, etc.

He has a serious demeanor, but doesn’t hesitate to laugh.

HardMan:

He acts as a watchtower for the other Robot Masters.

Nothing can penetrate him- not even a claymore forged in a volcano.

He’s arguably in the OH LAWD HE COMIN category.

TopMan:

He’s arguably one of the best street dancers among the Robot Masters.

One of his biggest anime influences is Beyblade.

And he may or may not have a crush on TundraMan.

ShadowMan:

The only thing he keeps from his days as a Kuiper Droid is a pendant from when he was one.

He looks up at the night sky and sometimes feels as if he misses his old comrades.

He genuinely trains to become stronger so he doesn’t lose anyone dear to him again.

SparkMan:

He has to be very careful with his “Hands”- he could poke someone!

His brothers often nap next to him whenever they’re far away from their charging ports.

He serves as an effective mosquito killer.

SnakeMan:

He can be put into a trance whenever someone plays the flute or any other wind instrument.

He has venom in his search snakes, so he can easily pack a punch without anyone knowing.

He sheds the skin of his armor like most wild snakes do.

GeminiMan:

He often reenacts scenes from movies with his clones.

He is an absolute drama king and will do anything to take the spotlight.

He takes very long showers- aka spends tons of time in the car wash.

NeedleMan:

He really likes crocheting toys for the other Robot Masters.

One of his hobbies is making backpack charms and such.

He also loves picking up DIY kits from local stores.

#my headcanons #livi’s rambles #mega man #mega man 3 #magnetman #hardman #top man #shadow man #sparkman #snake man #Geminiman #needleman

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evita-shelby · 7 months

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Congrats on the 3 yr anniversary of your first Peaky series, Juli! 🎉 Could I pls request a drabble with Eva x Jack using the 3 word prompt “now or never”?

Thank you Lee 🖤

Here you go, i hope you like it

Now or Never

“I am telling you, haricot beans are the superior beans, sweetheart.” Jack joked as he saw his wife pulling a twist on his mother’s recipe of Boston baked beans. He’d taught her the recipe the moment he saw she could actually do shit for herself. "Pinto beans will get you flayed at the church potluck next week."

“You weren’t complaining last sunday.” Eva points out as everything in the kitchen passed her last-minute inspection.

Alice, the maid he’d hired for her, pretty much served as company for his wife instead of the help. Between the two of them they’d gotten the house ready for the Nelson’s first dinner party with the neighbors next door.

The neighborhood had been friendly when he moved in, only for them to become cool and even downright shitty when they saw his wife.

Even Frank had not been able to get over her being a Mexican woman even when Jack made it clear he was to treat his wife like he’d treat him or find his chances at being president fly out the window with him.

Samuel and Helen had been nice, utterly oblivious to the sort of life Jack and Eva had behind closed doors and their kid, Robert, was not a pain in the ass even if he’d caught him looking at Eva’s fine ass when they were washing the car last Saturday.

He’d sprayed the kid with the gardening hose and Sam had laughed while Helen had apologized for the kid. Next thing you know they are hiding the guns, the knives, the whiskey and the personal massager that makes Eva stop speaking English all together when Jack positions it just right.

Fuck, Eva’s even wearing pastels. Shame all the buttons are gonna end up all over the place once the Williamses leave, she looks nice in pink. So sweet and innocent, you wouldn’t think she convinced him to fuck in a confessional the first time they met.

“I like your cooking, why do you think I took you up on your offer to walk in the evenings?” he nuzzled and kissed her neck as he pulled her onto his lap as he took the chair on the table for two in the kitchen. “Although, I’m not opposed to changing that exercise for a different one tonight.”

“I’ll hold you to it, amor.” she murmured and begrudgingly stopped him from getting a premeal workout.

Something that surprised him as Eva has never been one to deny him something they both want; it was only when the doorbell rang he understood why.

“Now or never, Evie.” He whispers when they compose themselves and open the front door.

A/n: vibrators of a sort existed, they were essentially hand-cranked personal massagers.

Franklin Delano Roosevelt was very anti-latino and purposely excluded Latinos from all his aid packages so we'd leave or die, you can see how that worked out for him.

I am loosley basing the Nelsons on the Kennedys and their lived a quiant suburban life before moving into the Kennedy Coumpoud in Hyannis Port, Boston.

You can view the Kennedys' house on here

#jack nelson peaky blinders #jack nelson x oc #jack nelson x eva smith #national anthem fic #3va's party

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breadsoup00 · 1 year

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Bsd incorrect quotes but it’s all vines

(cutting it so u don’t have to suffer)

~~~~ Yosano, jumping out from behind a shelf: RAH

Ranpo: Ahh! I could of drop my crosssint :(

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Dazai to mori: what the FUCK is up mori? NO, what did you say?! What did you say, dude?! Step the FUCK up Mori!

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Dazai: - And they were roomates!

Atsushi: Oh my god.. they were roomates..

~~~~ Poe: Is there anything better than pussy? YES! A really good book.

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Atsushi: Do you ever like, wake up? Or like, do something and you’re just like what the he- fuck is going on?

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Mori: Road work ahead? Uh, yeah, I sure hope it does!

Elise: *sighs*

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Dazai: We all die, you either kill yourself or get killed!

Atsushi:

Dazai: Watchu gonna do? Whatchu gonna do?

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Dazai: When there’s too much drama at the port mafia?

Dazai: All you gotta do is, walk away-ay-ayyy

Dazai: *blows up chuuyas car*

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Chuuya: I thought you were bae.. turns out you’re just fam..

Dazai: Bruh-

Chuuya: 😔🤘

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Nathaniel: I want a church girl..who go to church.. and read her bIIblEeEEE

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Ranpo: I do love working here, it’s just a lot of laughs!

Ranpo: Fuck off bitch, I’m not going to your fucking baby shower!

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Chuuya: You know that feeling when you look at a photo you took with your friends and you’re like “eh, I don’t look that great in this”

Chuuya: Yeah? What’s that like?

*cuts to a slowmo of Chuuya flipping around with music in the background*

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Yosano: Hey, I’m lesbian

Ranpo: I thought you were Japanese..

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Chuuya: Did you wash the dishes?

Dazai: I thought..you wanted to do it.

Chuuya: Haha, YOU WERE WRONG.

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Teen Dazai: HOW DO YOU KNOW WHATS GOOD FOR ME?!

Mori: THATS MY OPINION!!

Teen Dazai:

Kouyou, the family counselor:

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Ranpo: I love you bitch

Poe: Oh my God

Ranpo: I ain’t never gonna stop loving you, bitch

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Mori: So uh, basically what I was thinking was-

*Dazai leaves the mafia*

Mori: Ah fuck, I can’t believe you’ve done this.

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Nikolai: So you just don’t bring me a birthday gift on my birthday to my birthday party on my birthday with a birthday gift?

Dazai: …Happy birthday?

Nikolai: *slams a wine glass on his head*

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Ranpo: WHAT ARE THOSEEEE

Fukuzawa: They are my crocs

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Teen Dazai: *shoots off a gun*

Yumeno: *falls over*

Yumeno: THIS IS WHY MORI DOESNT FUCKING LOVE YOU!

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Sigma: I’ve brought you frankensince

Fyodor: Oh..thank you

Dazai: And I’ve brought you mur..

Dazai: MUR-DER!

Fyodor: Dazai! no!

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Teen Chuuya, trying to catch a dog:

Teen Dazai: *sneezes*

Dog: *runs away*

Teen Chuuya: Nice, Dazai!

Teen Dazai: I sneezed! What, am I not allowed to sneeze?

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Ranpo: Ooh, this is my jam!

Ranpo: This is my- turn that song off, this is my jam!

Ranpo: *kisses the jar*

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dilemmaontwolegs · 1 year

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Run These Streets {7} || Street Racer!Bucky

Summary: It's time to finally see who is the better driver but things don’t quite go to plan. Warnings: 18+ only, NSFW, illegal racing, smut WC: 2.1k

Bucky's Masterlist || Part One || Part Two || Part Three || Part Four || Part Five || Part Six || Part Seven

Hundreds of spectators filled the space around the starting line, screaming their excitement for the race that had become the most anticipated one of the night.

They all pushed as close to the crudely spray painted lines that indicated where the track began and you looked across the passenger seat to see Bucky idling beside you. His grin was infectious as he revved his thunderous engine that drowned out all the other noise and you blew him a kiss that he caught and pretended to pocket it.

“Alright, love birds listen up!” Steve shouted as he walked between the cars to take his place at the start line. “I know you two like to get down and dirty but none of that tonight, we are here to race. Buck, you ready?” Bucky answered with another rev that shook his entire car and Steve turned to you. “Ready?”

Adrenaline flooded your body faster than the fuel injectors in the engine that you revved, its response a higher pitched whine compared to the muscle car beside you.

Time seemed to slow as Steve raised one hand, then the other. The noise of the crowd turned to silence as a calmness washed over you and his hands dropped. There was only you, the car and the asphalt that was eaten by the hungry tires that gripped the surface and threw you forward.

All the extra power that the Mustang had lifted the front off the ground and stole precious seconds as the slicks burned rubber in your rearview mirror. The small headway wouldn’t help once Bucky’s front tires touched back down and all that horsepower came chasing after you so you had to make the most of the head start and get out onto the streets.

You burst from the underground ramp fast enough to have a second of airtime and it was only the harness that kept you seated before you hit the road and skidded left to head north along the track that had been marked out. Horns tooted and drivers shouted as other Miami racers blocked busy streets until you passed but you paid them no mind as the black beast in your side mirror inched closer.

“Come on, baby, don’t hold back,” you murmured to yourself as you chopped down a gear and pulled the e-brake to drift into the next turn when suddenly Bucky was on your inside. “Now we’re talking.”

You dared a glance across and saw Bucky’s lips moving like he was talking to himself too. It was a reflex, after years of being on the other side of his headset, you could hear his voice talking to you even now. He would definitely be flirting, telling you all the things he had planned for you after the race finished.

“Concentrate Bucky,” you warned him as if he could hear you, “focus on the road. There’s a tight double turn coming up.”

The street lights blurred as you headed into the turn, braking enough to send Bucky further ahead but it gave you the space you needed to pull to the outside lane and swing in tight and close to the turn. A whoop of excitement tore from you as you undercut Bucky before powersliding straight out of the following turn but the shout was silenced as a deep pulsing sound grew above you.

You shifted forward and peered up to see a helicopter hovering above the street before your phone rang with Bucky’s ringtone. “Is it police?” you asked after answering the call and putting it on speaker as he pulled up alongside you.

“Looks like it. We’re gonna have to lose it.”

“Fuck,” you growled, knowing that there was only one way to do that. “That means splitting up.”

“I don’t like it anymore than you do but you take the next alley up ahead and I’ll head to South Beach,” he stated calmly, going through the motions that were well versed after years of evading the police in car chases. But this wasn’t a car chase. “There’s a tunnel at the port that it won’t be able to follow in. I’ll ditch the car and take the emergency exit. The underground isn’t far from there and I’ll meet you at the Northside train station.”

Another wave of adrenaline washed through you and you committed his instructions to memory, remembering the layout of the streets you had studied since Bucky started racing on them. “Till the end of the line?”

“End of the line, doll,” Bucky promised.

There was no goodbye, no I love you. You had your instructions and you would follow them trusting Bucky wholeheartedly as you slammed on the brakes and turned down a tight alleyway that the helicopter had no chance of following. The spotlight disappeared from you and you sent a prayer to anyone that would listen that Bucky stayed safe as you slowed down to the speed limit and merged with the traffic to avoid detection.

Two cop cars passed by and you held your breath until they were gone but still your eyes were glued to your rearview mirror as you feared they would suddenly appear behind you. Whenever you heard sirens your heart threatened to stop entirely and you pulled into the first carpark you came across, locking the car and heading to the nearest train station on foot.

“Steve, have you heard from Bucky?” you asked as you sat at the Northside train station after trying Bucky’s phone for an hour.

“No, what the hell happened? The scanners picked up a citywide ABP on the cars.”

You quickly recapped the story and explained Bucky’s plan before Sam took over the phone. “The trains won’t run through Northside until morning.”

Dread began to settle in your bones as you hung up the phone and saw it was a little past 1am and you chewed your bottom lip worrying about Bucky. You called Bucky’s phone again and clenched yours tightly as it rang and rang. “Come on babe, answer your phone. I swear to god I will-” the words were lost as Bucky skidded through the entrance of the empty train station.

His hair was a mess and his shirt was drenched in sweat like he had run all the way from South Beach but he was in one piece and even managed a charming smile as he bent over his knees to regain his breath. “Sorry…I kept…you waiting…doll.”

You jumped from the bench you had been sitting on when you weren’t pacing the platform and raced over to him, throwing your arms around him. “You fucking scared me! Why didn’t you answer your phone?”

Bucky grimaced as he pulled the device from his jeans and you saw the shattered screen. “Fell out of my damn pocket.”

You relaxed in his arms for a moment to reassure yourself he was fine before pulling away to call Steve and organise a ride back to the motel. It would a while before they got there so you sat beside Bucky on the bench and rested your heads against each other and laced your fingers together.

“Guess we’ll never know who’s faster,” he murmured quietly with a chuckle.

“I think I am okay with that,” you replied honestly, “what I am not okay with is us splitting up again. Not knowing where you were nearly killed me.”

Bucky let go of your hand to wrap his arm around you and draw you closer so he could capture your lips in a searing kiss. “I’ll take this as a sign from the universe that we are meant to be on the same team.”

A horn tooted outside and Bucky rose with a groan before massaging his thighs that were cramping from the unplanned half-marathon. The moment you made it inside the motel room you went straight to the bathroom and started running a steaming hot bath for Bucky to soak in and the sound he made as he lowered himself into the water had you biting your lip.

“There’s room for one more,” Bucky invited with a wink as he spread his legs for you to join him.

“Aren’t you sore?” you asked as his cocked stirred to attention and he laid back further.

“I’ll never be too sore for you.” His hands reached for you and tugged your shirt off when you came closer. Next your jeans disappeared and then your underwear before he pulled you across his lap. “I need to feel you, doll.”

You had the same urge, like how you hadn’t been able to let go of him in Steve’s car. There had to be some part of your touching at all times. Right now you needed more and so did he. Unable to wait any longer, Bucky shifted his hips beneath you and lined himself up with your entrance before pulling you down on him.

Your lips parted with a delighted gasp as he stretched your walls and filled you completely. Water sloshed over the lip of the bath in waves as he guided your hips up and down his length and he tipped his head back in ecstasy after watching the way your pussy took him perfectly.

“I was scared,” Bucky admitted as gently rode him. “I thought I was going to prison for good.”

Your throat constricted at the thought of being separated from him and he swallowed at the look on your face before he cupped your cheeks and pulled you closer. His kiss was all consuming as his tongue danced with yours and his moans filled the air before he rested his forehead to yours.

“I can’t risk this, us,” he whispered as he teased a hand down your navel until he found your clit. “I won’t. I’m done. No more street races, doll, I’m going legit.”

“What do you mean?” you asked as you struggled to think clearly with what he was doing to your body.

“I mean proper, legal racing. No police.” He stopped touching you so you could clear your head. “We’re flush for cash after this week but it’s not worth a thing if we get caught. I could still race, with my best girl by my side where she’s meant to be.”

You smiled at the thought. It would still being doing what you both loved but safer in every way and you quickly nodded. “But Bucky is too well known as a street racer, you wouldn’t be able to go by it anymore.”

Bucky shrugged though there was a small frown above his brows. “I’ll have to get used to being called James again. It’ll be just like high school again.”

“Almost like high school.” You rolled your hips to remind him of what you were in the middle of doing. “There was none of this back then.”

Bucky grinned and pulled you down his shaft. “Trust me, we did all of this in my dreams. And more.”

You moaned at the depth he hit as he rutted up into you and your walls clenched around his cock. “More? Fuck, show me.”

Bucky growled at your neediness and flipped you over onto your knees. You braced your hands against the end of the bath as he towered behind you and thrust himself back between your folds.

“I fantasised taking you in every position imaginable, pictured it was you I was fucking when I was jerking off.” His words spread fire across your skin and the heat centred on your core that fluttered wildly with each thrust.

The throb of your clit had you reaching down your own body and you cried out at the added sensation while Bucky fucked you. “I thought about you too. Imagined it was your fingers inside me when I touched myself or your tongue. It was your name on my lips when I came.”

The purely masculine sound he made behind you sparked your orgasm and it ripped through you with wave after wave of release. Somewhere in the abyss Bucky had lost himself and when your mind came back to your body you felt the warmth of his cum filling you.

You both sank back into the tepid bath water breathless and trembling. You lay there in a peaceful silence while the room slowly lightened with the approaching daybreak until your legs felt coordinated enough to carry you to the bed where you collapsed in Bucky’s arms.

#run these streets #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x woc reader #bucky barnes x you #streetracer!bucky

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Towing my Heart

Summary: Kenny works odd jobs as a mechanic, he's been in places many people didn't even know existed, so when he gets a call for the crux of heaven, hell, and earth alike, he isn't really fazed.

Warnings: Swearing, violence, check Ao3 port for full tags

Authors Note: Car problems are a total bitch if I'm being honest, so have some niche and somewhat complex AU for day of K2 week, the prompt was demons/angels, and I chose angels. @bree-sae hey, hey mechanic Kenny AU, come look at it South Park mutual. anyways! I hope ya'll enjoyed and if you did maybe consider checking out the Ao3 port or dropping a reblog

"Y'ello?" Kenny began with as he picked up the phone, kicking his feet up on his desk as he spoke.

"Hi, uhm, this is McCormick Auto-Repair right?" Came a somewhat nervous voice from the other side.

"That it is, Kenny McCormick speaking, should I bring the paperwork with me?" Kenny asked, "Or if you want to make an appointment I can put you on the other line with Karen."

"No, no I'm not making an appointment," His client said, "My names Kyle by the way."

"Nice chatting with ya Kyle, so, where are you and do you know what the problem is?" Kenny asked as he stood up, pacing a little bit around his office.

"My alternators been going awry for a while now, and it was really fucking with me, so I swerved off the side of the road to avoid it," Kyle explained, Kenny gave a hum to go on. Kyle gave a sigh of embarrassment, "Something scraped and I'm pretty sure something important is leaking."

Kenny had to hold back a laugh, "I'll be over with a tow, where can I find you?"

"You know that gas station right where you can enter Heaven or Hell? I'm just past that on the way out, it's not super far from the town you're situated in if I read your business card correctly," Kyle said.

"That is the worst place to break down," Kenny said, reaching for his tool box as he made his way through the building, "Please tell me you're using an all terrain vehicle with a roof."

"Of course," Kyle said, "Why does that matter?"

"Imp attacks have been rampant lately, so stay in your car until I get there," Kenny said as calmly as he could manage.

"Alright, will do," Kyle said.

"See you in thirty," Kenny said before hanging up.

He tapped gently on the window of the car his coworker was working. He raised his head from under the steering wheel in an instant, he wiped a smudge of something from his face. There wasn't usually liquid in that compartment which was just a bit worrying.

"What's up?" Craig asked.

"I'm heading out to tow someone, could you work on the Jeeps exhaust leak while I'm gone?" Kenny asked, leaning on the sill of the window a little bit.

Craig nodded, "Totally," He hauled himself up from his crooked position, "Just gimme a minute to stretch."

"Be back in an hour man," Kenny said, giving a grin and a fist bump before taking his leave.

-/-/-/-

Kyle sat in his car impatiently, he was really, really glad that he was here to drop off Stan instead of pick him up. He couldn't imagine being towed with Stan and some guy neither of them know, it's a lot easier to ignore conversation if it's just one person. Being told to stay cooped up in his car really isn't helping his morals either, he just wanted to get home so he could help Ike with his homework. And now he's stuck here, in his car, overheating, stupid heatproof enchantment was already wearing off.

He tried to turn on his car and it rumbled to life begrudgingly, he flicked on the AC and let the small amount of cool air wash over him. It'd probably feel colder if he stayed outside for a bit first, but, he couldn't do that. Imp attacks, or angels being pissed off, it's been known to happen before. He'd be fine though, he'd be perfectly and completely safe outside.

He pushes open his door and leans against the side of his car that's weakly running, he stuffs his jacket inside as he kicks around a rock. He just meanders aimlessly around his car and across the barren and cracked road, rarely glancing around as he did so. He looked up at the sound of wings flapping to find imps hanging in the sky holding crossbows and pebbles. He squinted a bit before realizing that he was the one they were going to shoot at.

Fear kept him paralyzed as he watched the pebbles start to come down, aim erring ever closer to his form. Then he swore he could hear the trigger of the crossbow being pull, arrow coming way to fast. He barely moved fast enough to dodge it, the red barbed tip not even bending as it hit the asphalt. He felt like he was doing some stupid dance as he pranced about the small stretch of road to try and survive.

Theoretically speaking he could hide in his car, but then the damage would be worse, and he'd have to pay more, and that did not sound ideal in the slightest. He looked down the road desperately to find that a tow truck was indeed coming and relief flood his form. He practically dashed over to whatever he could hide behind that wasn't his car. He ended up taking cover behind a gnarled tree that was losing it's final leaves for the season. The thunk of arrows and the screech of tires was not exactly pleasing to hear, but the screaming to 'Get the fuck away!' was.

Kyle leaned over to peer behind the tree to find his tow truck guy heaving heavy breaths and adjusting his baseball cap. Kyle could instantly see the golden band on his wrist, bright and luminous despite how barren the area was. He hesitantly stood up and walked over to his car, the heat of the area was really starting to get to him.

The tow truck guy perked up a bit and gave a sharky grin before holding out a hand that Kyle reluctantly took. His hands were calloused and rough, "Hi, I'm Kenny, I take it you're Kyle?"

"That's right, and this is my problem child," Kyle said, gesturing to his beloved Subaru. Forest green and with a couple zip tie patch ups where the metal tore due to excessive rusting.

Kenny stared in silence for a moment.

"We love her, a lot," Kyle said, trying to break the silence.

"I can tell by her condition," Kenny got out after clearing his throat, "Nice zip tie job."

Kyle gave a nervous laugh as Kenny made his way to start looking for the tow hook, "Gotta make do with what you got, Stan did it."

"Oh? And who might this Stan be?" Kenny asked innocently, "If you wanna chat."

"Chattings fine, you're fun to talk to," Kyle answered with.

Kenny popped up from the ground and made his way to lower the bed of his truck, "Then tell me more."

"Stan is my good buddy, since kindergarten actually, I'm pretty sure he has some demonic lineage but that's fine," Kyle explained as he watched Kenny hook up the car to the rope with rapt attention. Maybe he shouldn't be staring at the mechanic like a starving animal, but each move of a limb is just a bit attractive. He doesn't exactly see guys who do physical work a lot from a close distance, he isn't one either, flipping patties, "That or he just really likes the food they serve in hell."

"Hell does have some killer food I'll give 'em that," Kenny said as he started on pulling in the car, he stopped when he noticed it was on, "You okay if I grab the keys?"

"Go for it," Kyle answered with calmly.

"You can keep talking about Stan," Kenny said as he turned off the car and slammed the door shut.

"Yeah, Stan, Stan, Stan, he's trying to become an astronomer these days," Kyle explained as he made his way to the cab end of the truck. He watched with intrigue as the "I never thought he would but here we are."

"Ain't that the truth, I never thought me and my sister would be running an auto-repair shop but here I am! Towing some lovely looking guys Subaru at the cusp of hell," Kenny said, throwing a wink Kyles way, it had him short circuiting, "Just teasing Kyle, I'll stop if that Stan guy is actually your BF."

"He's my best friend, I haven't had a boyfriend for a while now," Kyle said.

Kenny gave a sympathetic hum, "Real shame, hop in if you want a ride to the shop."

Kyle swung open the door and slid onto the torn leather sit, he kicked at a couple empty plastic cups on the floor. He reached for his seat belt and did it up, "Any idea what she's leaking?!"

"I think it's the coolant, which is gonna be a big problem if you don't get it fixed soon!" Kenny said as he held a hand under the leak and inspected the fluid briefly, he wiped it down on his coveralls. He unhooked the winch and secured the wheels in place before hopping in, "Shouldn't cost a whole lot if you got a good job."

"Oh I do not have enough money for an alternator and a coolant leak," Kkyle groaned as he held his face in his hands, he jumped a bit as the truck started, the engine fired a bit. He held a brief concerned look.

"Don't worry she does it all the time," Kenny said as he rolled off down the highway. He reached over absently in the center console of the car, "Now, paperwork."

"Could we do it when we reach the shop?" Kyle asked.

"Totally, but we should talk a little bit about prices though," Kenny said hesitantly, "The alternator is gonna be real fucking hefty, and the coolant leak, depending on how bad it is could cost over a thousand dollars."

"Lovely," Kyle said, "I couldn't pay you in other methods could I?"

Kenny hummed as though deep in thought, "Well, if you take me out for a meal I could do the coolant for free."

"Really?!" Kyle asked, sheer hope clear on his voice.

Kenny gave a warm laugh, "No, fuck no, sorry mate."

"Dammit," Kyle muttered, "Don't get my hopes up like that."

"I'll try Kyle," Kenny answered with.

-/-/-/-

Two flat tires, a busted spark plug, and some body work later and Kenny and Kyle have gotten into a lovely rhythm of things. Kyle calls up and asks Kenny to come over and give him and he does exactly as told like he's a dog. Or the one time Kyle scheduled and appointment Karen got to bring up how great of a guy he is with Kenny afterwards. It was a tense dinner of takeout that night, what with Karen teasing her brother and him giving feeble 'stop it's in response.

And Craig is still the diligent and somewhat stoic worker he's always been, aware of every interaction between Kenny and Kyle when they're in the shop. Much like Karen, and unlike Kyle, he isn't blind to whats got Kenny twisted up inside. He doesn't say anything to Kyle, not ever, more afraid of losing his job than anything else at the moment.

Still, one more call is received and this time it's a blown head gasket.

Kenny is at the scene in an instant.

"Thanks for coming so soon," Kyle got out nervously as he helped Kenny hook the car onto the winch.

"Don't worry about it," Kenny answered with as he started to roll it on, "That's what us repair men are for."

"I know, I know, still feels like I'm taking up way too much of your time," Kyle said as he popped open the passenger door and slid in, no wrappers, "I see you cleaned up the place."

"Some lady was a total bitch and went off about her high heels getting sticky," Kenny said, a near snort of amusement came with the memory.

Kyle gave a hum, "Makes sense."

"Also you stepped on a rotting half eaten burger last time and I nearly vomited right then and there at the notions of more than one being in here," Kenny added on with a nervous laugh.

"Yeah that was hella nasty," Kyle said with a grin on his face as they rolled out. His eyes were quick to fix on the golden band around Kennys wrist.

Kenny took note, "Like the bling?"

"I've been wondering about it lately," Kyle said, reaching out to touch it, Kenny jerked his hand away.

"Family tradition, my sister and brother have one too," Kenny said, he sounded tense, "Don't know how my parents afford some weird gold mineral mix but they did."

"Can it come off?" Kyle asked, Kenny shook his head.

"Nope! We're stuck with it forever, till we're in the dirt," He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel as he spoke, "I'm just glad it's comfy."

"It should chafe," Kyle said, "But there's no reddening near the edge at all."

"Magic," Kenny answered with.

Kyle pursed his lips before speaking, "Is it what let's you get so close to the crux without a heat guard enchantment?"

Kenny froze up, "I'm naturally immune to heat."

"Bullshit," Kyle said bluntly, "Unless you happen to be supernatural, or like, a demon."

"I'm a little bit not human," Kenny said, "That's all I'll divulge unless you want me to remove your discount."

"I nearly forgot about the discount," Kyle said, backing away from the subject, "Awful sweet of you."

Kenny gave a hum, "You're awfully cute and have a lot of car problems, shocked the head gasket didn't go faster considering the rep Subarus have."

"Well, you're to put simply, an angel Kenny," Kyle said, a smile on his face as he spoke.

"Thanks darling," Kenny got out, grip on the steering wheel tightening so subtly Kyle didn't notice it, "I think the head gaskets gonna cost one point five K."

"Fucking hell," Kyle groaned out.

"Heres hoping only the gasket is gone then," Kenny answered with stiffly.

"Heres hoping," Kyle answered with.

-/-/-/-

"Craig!" Came Kennys voice as he slid over a wrench.

"Yeah boss?" Craig answered with calmly as he leaned on the hood of the car Kenny was working on the underbelly of.

"I think I'm in love," Kenny said, sliding out from under the car.

"Here we go again," Craig said bluntly.

"He's amazing Craig, he's absolutely lovely, shame he's been having good luck with his car lately," Kenny gave a weak laugh as he sat up, cracking his back, "I'd love to see him again."

"He came in here two weeks ago with a popped tire, and just yesterday for an oil check," Craig said.

"Yeah but, I wanna tow his car again, chat with him on the road," Kenny said, pouting a bit.

Craig reached for the golden band on Kennys wrist, "Couldn't you use your angel powers to give him a broken transmission?"

"That'd cost him so much! I can't do that," Kenny said, snatching away his wrist, "I could, but I won't is what I mean."

"You could use it to make him fall for you," Craig offered.

"No way in Heaven or Hell," Kenny said, he fiddled with the halo he so rarely wore above his head, "Besides, we're plenty close even without it."

"Sure, ask him out next time you get a chance to tow him," Craig said.

Kenny rolled his eyes, "Maybe I will, maybe I won't."

Then the phone rang, and Kenny was rushing over to answer it, giving the regular spiel. He started grinning like a love struck teenage girl the second he recognized the voice. He nodded and gave generic answers before getting the same location he always does and hanging up.

"I'm out to give Kyle a tow," Kenny said, a bit of pep to his step as he made his way across the hard concrete flooring.

"Ask him out!" Craig called out.

"I'm not doing it!" Kenny called back.

When the door of the truck slammed shut Craig was back to working on the car.

"Fucking dumbass," Craig muttered to himself as he jacked the car a bit higher, "That guy obviously likes him."

-/-/-/-

Kenny was just about to ready to rip someones head off at the sight laid out before him. Of course the demons were finally deciding to mess with some mortals just for the heck of it. He slammed his hand on the horn and held it there as he watched them scratch up Kyles car and hold him hostage. Eventually they all turned over and were those tears in Kyles eyes? Oh god they were, and his jacket is starting to char. Kyle was quick to stare at his car again and plead for them to stop scratching his paint job and tearing the zip tie job.

The McCormick took a steadying breath as he slid off his halo and tightening his coveralls a bit. He gently placed his halo to rest at his throat, tight like a collar but held like a beacon of royalty, it brought an eminence to his existence. He pushed open his car door and hopped out, he didn't even bother to close it again as he made his way to the demons and Kyle.

"Fellas I would highly recommend you back the fuck away from my property," Kenny said rather boldly as he gestured to the car, and the to Kyle, "He's my client, don't know what made you think you had rights to touch him Cartman."

Red rose to Kyles face at the notions of being Kennys property.

"What makes you think you have the right to talk to me like that Kenny?" Cartman spat back as he shoved away Kyle.

Kenny brushed past the demons scratching up Kyles car, they had stopped, "Would you believe me if I said the wings on my back?"

"Ha, really wanna bust those bad boys out with a mortal watching?" Cartman countered with tauntingly.

Kenny paused, "Well, I suppose I don't," He rolled up his sleeve, "You and your goons have a five second head start before I start fighting."

Cartman gave a singular laugh, "Sure, your prissy boyfriend is still watching."

"He's not my boyfriend," Kenny said, "Three seconds left."

Cartman stood still.

"Be that way," Kenny answered with.

His fist hit Cartman hard in the sternum, and he shot back, a sting on his chest. He pivoted on his heel and simply reveled in the terror on the others faces, they easily started to run and take off. Kenny chased after them and vaulted himself off the hood of Kyles car, he wouldn't charge for it. He latched onto one of their sets of legs and dragged them down.

"Don't think you're getting away that easily," Kenny snarled as he tossed the demon down, their friend staring in shock. He stamped on their tail and they screamed, "You! Yeah you!"

The demon stayed silent, "Yeah?"

"You have two choices, take your friend and go unharmed, or sit there like a stunned cunt and fucking regret it," Kenny snapped.

They sat there like a stunned cunt.

"Wrong choice," Kenny got out quietly before forcing himself up, big bright wings tearing the back of his coveralls as he pumped them.

The demon attempted to scramble off but it really didn't make any difference in the slightest. Kenny still latched on and hit them hard enough to break their nose, tainted black blood splashing his outfit and his face. They dropped in mere seconds, tail thudding against the roof of Kyles car.

"My car!" Kyle exclaimed.

"Sorry darling!" Kenny shouted back before lunging for Cartman who was barely up.

His hands came to rest at the demons throat and sternum as he ran him into the dirt for a good two feet. Skidding and scraping thick scales along the asphalt, his tail thrashed and he ended up latching onto Kennys waist and wing, claws digging in. Kenny merely grit his teeth before squeezing a lot tighter around Cartmans windpipes.

"Who the fuck said you could touch anything an angel laid hands?" Kenny snarled out.

"You and I both know you're not a fucking angel, you're some shitfaced half blood son of a whore," Cartman spat back in a smarmy tone.

Kenny would've bashed his skull in right then and there, finally ridding the menace that's been lingering around his lineage for hundreds of years.

But he doesn't.

Instead he stands up and backs away, hands raised.

"Fine, leave, go, next time I will kill you," Kenny said as he made his way to his tow truck to find Kyle already hooking up the winch.

There was no idle chitchat as they hooked up the car and pulled it onto the raised bed. Not a single word was spoken as they watched Cartman fly off, Kenny ruffling his feathers in annoyance. Tense silence washed over them as they started down the road, by now they'd be flirting in a half joking manner, making never fulfilled promises about checking out a new restaurant.

Kenny heaved a heavy sigh and Kyle instantly looked over to him, "Please don't snitch."

"What?" Was all that Kyle could produce in response.

"Angels aren't allowed to integrate into human society, I'll get smited by God himself," Kenny explained.

"I won't snitch, you're only a halfling anyways," Kenny said.

"Even worse," Kenny sighed out, "Even worse."

Kyle paused, "The dent in my hood?"

"I'll fix it with a fifty percent discount," Kenny said before swiftly tacking on, "Seventy cause you're cute."

Kyle doesn't respond with any of his usual answers and Kenny knows he's truly fucked up.

"Look, you're probably never gonna come back to McCormick Auto-Repair so can I get something off of my chest real quick?" Kenny asked as gently as he could despite the tightening grasp on the steering wheel.

"Go for it," Kyle said dismissively.

"I fucking, I'm in love with you, all of you. Every last part of you. And I'm not just saying that cause you're good for the business. I'm saying that cause I adore you, everyone can fucking confirm if you don't believe me," Kenny got out as earnestly as he could, trying to keep his eyes on the road.

"Oh thank fuck," Came Kyles shocking response, "Feelings mutual."

"You're not just joking around?" Kenny asked, sounding impossibly unsure of himself.

"I'm not man, you've always been an angel to me and everyone else, and now I know you're half one at least," Kyle explained, "I thought you'd take a hint."

"I thought the same," Kenny answered with, "So, paperwork."

"When we get back?" Kyle asked.

"Of course, of course, but I'm saying we plan a date too," Kenny offered, lifting his grasp on the drivers wheel briefly as he spoke.

"Totally man, that sounds perfect," Kyle answered with impossibly fast, and then he tacks on the nickname, "Angel."

He revels in the way Kennys wings fluff up in a flustered state, "Shut up."

-/-/-/-

Craig is the one to answer the door at the front of the shop, Kenny stuck in the midst of cleaning up a small spill of oil. He finds Kyle standing at the door, grinning a stupid grin and holding a bag in one hand.

"Here for Kenny?" Craig asked, Kyle nodded.

"First date," Kyle said, "I also got you a small gift, and Karen too."

Craig quirked a brow, "Oh really?"

Kyle reached into the bag and pulled out a bag of jerky, "Teriyaki flavor."

"Thanks, Kennys cleaning up some oil right now so you're gonna have to wait," Craig explained as he let Kyle in, "Karens in her office if you want to chat with her."

Kyle simply shrugged, "I'll give her the gift later, it's just some new pens and notepads."

"She'll really appreciate those," Craig said as he led Kyle to the main garage part of the shop.

Kyle peered around the edge of the door, finding Kenny kneeling on the ground and scrubbing idly at a spill of what was clearly more than oil. It smelt like a horrible blend of radiator fluid, oil, and a bit of root beer, clearly strong enough to make Kenny wince with the collar of his shirt pulled to his nose in one hand.

"Oi! Kenny!" Craig shouted, drawing up the hybrids attention, "Your dates here."

"It's already six?" Came Kennys response as he stood up, stretching his arms over his head and shaking down his wings, a few flecks of black fluid coming off.

"Already six," Craig said as Kenny walked over, wiping down his hands on his coveralls. He made sure to avoid the few patches that Kyle had stitched on for him.

"I haven't finished cleaning the spill yet," Kenny got out nervously, "Maybe we could postpone?"

"That's fine, just don't overwork yourself angel," Kyle said before placing a small kiss to Kennys cheek, tactfully avoiding any car fluids that had gotten on his boyfriends face.

"I won't," Kenny said before returning the favor, "Promise."

Craig gently pushed them apart, "I'll work on the spill, just tell Karen that you're heading out before you go."

Kenny pulled Craig in for a quick hug, "Thanks man, I owe you one."

"You owe me one hundred at this point," Craig said with a sigh as he pulled up the zipper on his coveralls.

"Let's go tell Karen what's happening," Kenny said, taking hold of Kyles hand and dragging him over to Karens office.

Kyle gladly followed, interlacing their fingers comfortably, the halo Kenny wore as his bracelet clinking comfortably against the silver band he had gotten for Kyle. A bright yellow Citrine sat embedded in the middle of it with Garnets on either side. It was, if nothing else, one of Kyles most prized possession, he wore it everywhere that he could.

"Hey Karen!" Kenny exclaimed as he waltzed into his little sisters office.

"Yeah bro?" Karen asked as she looked up from her schedule book.

"Me and Kyle are heading out on a date tonight, Craigs in the shop," Kenny said, pointing behind him as he spoke to the shop.

Kyle took a hesitant step in, "I recently got you something."

"Really?" Karen asked.

Kyle nodded as he reached into his bag, "Yeah! Definitely, you're fucking amazing, it's not much though," He placed down the pack of blue pens and the notepad, "I just heard you complaining about running out of pens."

"Thanks Kyle," Karen said as she tore open the pack, "Hope you two have fun, but not to much, Kenny still has work tomorrow."

"Will you please not?" Kenny asked desperately, red tinting his face at the knowing smirk his sister wore, his wings fluffed up whether he liked it or not.

"Hey man! I'm just stating the obvious!" Karen said in jest as she threw her hands up in faux surrender, "Now get out! I have work to do."

"Jeez, no need to be so moody," Kenny teased back as he pulled Kyle out of his sisters office.

He eagerly led Kenny out back to the junkyard, giving quiet 'hurry up's all the way there. There was a slight bounce to his step as he tugged along his partner of one month, maybe two.

"C'mon man, I have a gift out here, for you," Kenny said, gripping Kyles other hand as he spoke.

"Really? You hid a gift, in a junkyard?" Kyle asked, "If it's something small I know for a fact you lost it."

"Hey! I did not," Kenny spat defensively, a bit of a pout on his face as he spoke, "It's something big, trust me."

"Okay, I trust you," Kyle said, then Kenny released his hands before swiveling around behind him.

Kenny raised his hands to cover Kyles eyes, "Cool, then just do what I say, take five steps forward."

Kyle did as told, "Now I'm really fucking curious."

"Rightfully so, turn left," Kenny instructed, following Kyles motions closely to keep his eyes covered all the while. He shuffled his wings a bit as he moved.

"Your feathers are kind of grimy," Kyle said.

"I haven't had a chance to preen recently," Kenny answered with, "Five more steps."

Kyle gave a hum as he stepped forward, "I could help."

"Last time you helped it did not end up with me any cleaner," Kenny chided.

"It was fun," Kyle answered with.

"It was, but this time I want them actually clean," Kenny said, "Ready?"

Kyle nodded, "Sure."

Kenny lifted his hands, "Voila!"

Kyle was absolutely speechless at the sight before him.

"I fixed up a near identical version of your old Subaru for you, gave it some stripes, made it so it sounds really loud when you rev," Kenny explained, as he rifled through his pockets.

"Kenny," Kyle managed breathlessly, euphoria shooting through every inch of his body. That was his car, just like his old one, but better. And Kenny did it for him, bought and fixed an entire car after not even three months of a relationship.

"And here," Kenny began as he jingled the key ring, "Are the keys."

Kyle hesitantly took them.

"Go to her Kyle, she's all yours," Kenny said with a nod before watching Kyle rush off to start up the car.

He was absolutely giddy as he revved the engine and inspected the upholstery. The steering wheel was plush under his fingers and the gearshift had a little heart embroidered in it. The backseats where clearly patched up, some from his favorite bands, some simple graphics. He pulled open the glovebox and found a cardboard box inside, he eagerly pulled it open, finding a hat inside.

Kenny pulled open the passenger door and slid in, "Too much?"

"You are hereby unrequired to get me any gifts for the next ever is how much," Kyle said as he tugged on the green hat, two flaps on either side of his head, "No big ones at least."

"Well, I sort of had the crews help with this one," Kenny said, "Craig helped me choose the seat types and Karen did the little upholstered bits- I just did the technical stuff."

"Still! A whole fucking car! That's insane," Kyle said in sheer disbelief as he hesitantly pulled out the spot and started through the junkyard, "Crazy even."

"I found it a crime you didn't have a working car," Kenny said as he pulled on his seat belt, "Now, we're checking out that new restaurant right?"

Kyle nodded, "Yeah, I also got you a gift though."

"Really?" Kenny asked as he started on stuffing his wings back into his coveralls.

"Really! It's not nearly as good as this one though," Kyle said, reaching into the back for his bag. Kenny handed it over and watched with intent as Kyle pulled out a box.

"hey, I'll love it all the same," Kenny said with a sly smile on his face, one he almost always wore.

"Here," Kyle said, handing Kenny the box.

Kenny popped it open and went silent, eyes wide, "Darling."

"I can get a different one if you don't like it," Kyle said with a nervous laugh.

"Kyle I love it," Kenny got out quietly, absolutely stunned at the gift. He slowly slid it onto his wrist, a silver band like Kyles except with Orange Zircon in the center skirted by two pieces of Lapis Lazuli. He stared at it, "It's beautiful."

"Really?" Kyle asked.

"Yes really! I love it almost as much as I love you," Kenny answered with as he pressed a kiss to Kyles cheek once more, not wanting to distract him from the road too much.

"Cool, now we have actual matchies," Kyle said, lifting his hand and nodding towards his wrist.

Kenny clinked his bracelet against Kyles, "Almost like wedding rings."

"Hey maybe that'll be my next gift for you," Kyle said with a laugh.

"Jeez so I have to wait a whole year till I get another gift?" Kenny teased.

"You'll simply have to wait and see," Kyle answered with.

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rabbitsrams · 4 months

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laundromat -- mikasacus x reader

i have a huge crush on mika (have for a while tbh) and ever since he mentioned the intimacy of being at the laundromat together in the newest ep of music posting, i had to write this. mika ily <3

just fluffiest of fluff <3

wc: 844

laundry day was upon you, and it was something you often dreaded.

because you didn't have a car, you have to lug your big bag of clothing for fifteen minutes to the laundromat right by your apartment building. it was if you were santa claus with his gigantic sack of toys sans sleigh. but it is what it is.

you go every other saturday right when the laundromat opens its doors (7 a.m.), a time when no one else is there. you always have the machines to yourself and you like being able to have some alone time in the early hours of the day.

one of the owners, june, a sweet old lady who's been there for at least fifty years, holds the door open for you as you roll your laundry bag inside.

"g'morning june..." you yawn.

"morning dear, want coffee?" she says, walking over to the counter. a pot of coffee is steaming with your usual mug right beside it.

"yes please, thank you." you roll your laundry bag to your designated machine before going to the counter to prepare your usual cup.

with your headphones in and playing the first song of some album you've been vying to listen to, you begin to load your clothes into two of the machines. once the cycles begin, you turn the volume up and bob your head to the beat, liking the sound of the song.

unbeknownst to you, someone else enters the laundromat. he's got a basket of laundry in his arms, headphones over his ears and a black mask over most of his face. a white cap covers most of his dark hair, but some of it curls out underneath the hat. he notices you by the machines before going to the front counter. june immediately goes to help him.

you can sort of hear june talking over your music. figuring she's on the phone with her grandson as she normally is, you pay it no mind. you start humming the notes to a familiar song on the album as you move your clothes to the dryer, unaware that the guy is loading his clothing into the washing machine to your left.

you turn to get your second load, jumping in surprise at the presence of the tall man. your phone clatters to the ground, your headphones disconnecting from the charger port and playing the song you were listening to. "oh christ, i'm so sorry." you mutter as you pick the phone up and pause the song.

"you're totally good, don't worry," he replies. his voice is deep and calming, and his aura seems very calming. "was that tyler the creator?"

"oh! yeah. i'm, um, listening to igor right now. i usually like to listen to an album or two while i'm here. new to me, usually." you chuckle softly, a soft blush coating your cheeks.

"oh, cool! tyler's one of my favorite artists, you'll love igor."

"i really do so far, i'm actually on, uh, puppet, right now."

"that's a good one," he nods. his eyes crinkle slightly as he smiles under the mask. "i'm alex, by the way."

"y/n."

after you finish putting the rest of your clothes into the dryer, you and alex talk for a bit. you find out he's new in town, actually having just moved into your apartment complex, last week. he tells you about the new job he's going to start that upcoming monday, and about his other creative endeavors. you tell him about your life as well, and he listens earnestly.

"hey, um, do you wanna listen to the rest of the album with me? we can share my headphones or something..." you take out one of your earbuds and wipe it with your sleeve before offering it to him.

"oh... yeah, sure!" he takes the bud and places it in his ear. he has to lean down and move closer to you so his bud won't fall out. you try not to practically swoon because of how close you are to him.

you start the song over and he immediately starts tapping his foot to the beat. you can tell he's listened to the album a lot before with how excited he is to talk about the tracks. and it's not just because his eyes sparkle and look really pretty when he's excited.

you end up staying for an extra hour. your laundry is all done but alex's isn't, and you don't want to pass up the opportunity to talk to him more.

he's so easy to talk to, such a kind and sweet person. he offers to drive you both back to your apartment building so you won't have to carry your laundry all the way back.

in the car you end up giving him some song recommendations from your favorite artists. and when you're in the elevator, you exchange phone numbers. he gets off a floor below you and you exchange silent goodbyes. the elevator barely goes up when your phone dings softly with a message from 'alex🧡'

#mikasacus x reader

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echodrops · 4 months

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The Promises I Made (2023)

Oh man. Oh man.

At the end of last year, I said that I had really struggled through 2022 and hoped that 2023 would be an easier year, but also that I didn't want to count any chickens. Which was... ultimately the right mindset to have, because 2023 was even worse for me than 2022. Between the stressors of work, money, and things just falling apart on me left and right (car is still in need of $3000 worth of work...), I couldn't be more glad that 2023 is over.

Consequently, it was a very bad year for promises. Possibly the worst year I've ever had since I started, actually. Oof, icing on the cake after all the disappointment I dealt with this year.

Still, a tradition is a tradition. Here are the promises I made for this last year!

2023 Promises

1) Work on the Texas house yard. It’s still never really recovered from the frost that killed everything in 2021 and it looks pretty shabby right now.

Status: Broken, mostly. I did have the gardener come and do a lot of trimming as well as take out one dead tree, but still, one dead tree remains, and the tree in the backyard has grown roots so big now that they've exposed a underground wire, so uhhhh... gonna have to deal with that this year...

2) Get both bedroom floors sanded in the Utah house upstairs.

Status: Broken. This just didn't happen. No money. But it really, really needs to happen soon though... Oof...

3) Get the Utah house sprinklers up and working ALL the way for this summer.

Status: Broken. This is the hardest promise on this list, I swear to god. This city in Utah has NO ONE who is willing to work on normal residential sprinklers. Please someone save me.

4) Actually get the back fence fixed up and the greenery back there trimmed and managed.

Status: Broken. Well, one day...

4) Put a new sink/vanity in the downstairs bathroom of the Utah house.

Status: Broken. I sure... made a lot of promises about the Utah house, didn't I... Where did I think all this money would come from...

5) Related to that, lose at least 20 pounds. 2020-2022 was not kind to me and the stress eating was real.

Status: Broken. I didn't gain weight this year but I didn't lose any either. RIP.

6) Take my mom on a road trip to one of the U.S. states that she has not been to before.

Status: Broken. I was busy all summer and we just didn't do this.

7) Get back in touch with the allergy specialist to continue working on my allergy/inflammation issues.

Status: Broken. Yikes, seven in a row without a single kept promise. Anyway, I did want to do this, but again, the surgery they want me to have will take all my insurance and then $2000 out of pocket. It's just... not going to happen...

8) Go through my closets and donate or throw away clothes that I know I will not wear.

Status: KEPT. Oh my god, one I actually did. I ended up donating SO MANY shirts to Goodwill.

9) Finish at least five books this year.

Status: Broken. I finished two I believe. But... maybe the 50+ 100k word fanfics I read this year could count instead?

10) Organize my documents (especially student papers)—my desktop and documents folders give me nightmares just looking at them.

Status: Broken. Jesus, why am I so allergic to this promise? I think it's been on the list for like three years running now.

11) Help Kacchan through her first semester as a teacher! Exciting!!

Status: According to Kacchan herself, this promise has been kept. Go me.

12) Get a decent paper shredder to shred old mail.

Status: Kept! I finally got a shredder!!

13) Clean off my back patio/car port area so I can park my car there again.

Status: Broken. Literally there's not that much stuff out there other than my coworker's old bikes she dumped on me. Why have I not done this...

14) Get the Texas house dishwasher fixed… I’m so tired of washing dishes by hand… How do people do this, oof.

Status: Kept! I got a newwww dishwasherrrrrr. I am so happy...

15) 100% complete FF16 babyyyyy!!

Status: Broken. I played it, but did not 100%. Too busy. TvT

16) Talk to an HR rep about my retirement savings so that I can consolidate my retirement accounts. I have been putting this off for like five years now.

Status: Broken. I think this has been on the list for years too. And given the current uncertainty of my workplace, I honestly think at this point I might be better off not asking anyone who works there for any financial advice...

17) Do at least one artwork to actually use that new paint program I bought.

Status: Broken. Well, I THOUGHT about it. Does that count?

18) Pay my credit debt down by at least $2000. I’m still paying off the hell year but I hope I can make progress on this.

Status: Broken. The hell year of last year became Hell Year 2.0, Economic Boogaloo this year. So many things went wrong and had to be paid for. My wallet is C R Y I N G.

19) Finish making changes to master courses. No more major revisions!

Status: You know what, I'm going to count this as kept, because we're now down to the really specific courses that only one or two professors teach. So, close enough!!

20) See a zone-tailed hawk. This is another rare-but-possible bird for my area.

Status: Kept! Conveniently, one flew over my car one day?? I got only a terrible cellphone photo, but I did see it. Yay!

21) Attend the FFXIV Fanfest in Las Vegas!

Status: Broken. I tried!! But I did not win the lottery for a ticket, so I was not able to go. This one was pretty much out of my hands, though.

22) Update HaaH at least once. Please, Echo???

Status: ...I'm sorry, forgive meeee. OTL

23) Get the small leak fixed in the side bathroom of the Texas house and have the faucets replaced.

Status: Plumbers are... so expensive... Broken.

24) Look into the cost of light housekeeping services to give myself a little more time to do things that aren’t work.

Status: Technically kept... in that I did look into the costs... But ultimately, I chickened out of contacting anyone. I don't know why, but I feel like even if I got a housekeeper, I would be so embarrassed by my house being messy, I would frantically clean it the day before the housekeeper arrived anyway...

25) Catch up with hanging up all the charms/pins I’ve gotten recently on my corkboards; these are just sitting in boxes/bags around the house. D;

Status: Broken. My god, I thought about doing this so many times this year but I just never did it... I even both MORE charms and then didn't hang them.

26) Use Spotify more often or cancel my Spotify Premium subscription; it’s not worth it if I don’t use it.

Status: Kept. I cancelled it when they decided to raise the price. Cancelled Amazon Prime and Netflix this year too. Honestly way too tired of companies raising the prices of subscription services while offering LESS quality than in prior years.

27) Get an art display book to preserve my great grandfather’s artworks.

Status: Kept. They are safeeeee now.

28) Fix the screens on the Texas house.

Status: Broken. Probably for the best I didn't do this though, since the dog developed a habit of scratching at the office WINDOW to be let back into the house...

29) Bird watch at a specific location in Texas. It’s my secret where since I’d rather not share my specific location on social media, but let’s hope I can finally make it to this place!

Status: Kept. I didn't see many birds there though, RIP.

30) Finally get rid of the dirt pile in the front of the Utah house.

Status: Broken. I feel like the dirt pile is getting smaller and smaller over time as erosion takes its natural course, but I didn't really do anything to decrease the pile this year.

31) Sign NeNe (my puppy) up for the intermediate dog training course.

Status: Broken. I thought about this several times, but decided not to in the end. I wasn't massively impressed by the trainer she had for her puppy class, and honestly she's pretty decent at learning things at home anyway.

32) This is super nerdy, but my bro got me the FFXIV cookbook and made me promise to actually use it, so I guess I’d better at least try to make something from it.

Status: Broken. I keep making this promise and continually forget it, over and over.

33) Take down the remains of the wooden fence posts at the Utah house.

Status: Broken. This one I could have done and just... did not do. I'm pretty useless.

34) Take part in the fitness challenge at work this coming semester.

Status: Broken. To be fair to me though, in August I fractured my pelvis and basically couldn't do anything past basic walking all the way until December so I kind of have a semi-reasonable excuse for this one.

35) I will remember to take my medicine on time, all the time. Taking them late is messing things up quite a bit.

Status: Mostly kept. There was a night or two where I did forget, but since I literally require this medicine to live, I can basically immediately tell when I need to take it again, so most nights I do take it on time.

36) Get a stand for the toaster oven in the break room so we can finally use it!

Status: I'm going to count this as kept even though we did not get a new stand. Instead, we rearranged the order of the room to make it possible to fit both the toaster over and the microwave on the same countertop. So the toaster oven can indeed be used now!

37) Get my car detailed because the inside really needs to be vacuumed.

Status: Broken. My god, the car needs this so desperately now. But... money...

38) Go horseback riding on the island. I’ve never ridden on a beach before!

Status: Broken. Nobody really seemed that interested in going with me, and I thought it would be weird to go alone...

39) Eat healthier. Maybe cutting out snacks is too much to ask, but at least replace some average meals with salads, etc. and overall make an effort to actually eat better. Sometimes the fact that I feel like garbage is my own fault.

Status: Broken. The stress eating was extreme this last year. Please save me.

40) Wait, I should probably acquire a Playstation 5 so I can actually play my new copy of FF16, lol.

Status: Kept.

41) Help make sure the new tutoring requirement for the English classes goes over well.

Status: Kept, in that I did the best I could with a very, very weird plan. We immediately abandoned this plan the moment the grant expired anyway, since no one liked what admin had wanted us to do.

42) Finish decorating the main office. I’ll feel better if my workplace reflects the level of professionalism and school spirit that I envisioned it having this year.

Status: Broken, and I'm not going to roll this one over to the next year because I am 100% stepping down from my current administrative position and going back to being a full-time instructor again, so I will not need to decorate the main office anymore! Whoo!

43) Catch every variant of Vivillon in Pokemon Go. I’m currently missing Icy Snow, Marine, Meadow, Monsoon, Ocean, Polar, River, Sandstorm, Savanna, Sun, and Tundra, if anyone would like to be friends!

Status: Broken. I caught some of the ones I was missing but I really didn't play as much Pokemon Go this year. Broken pelvis decreasing walking ability but also just got tired of the game pushing more and more microtransactions, so I kinda took a longggg break.

44) Try to be more comprehensive with giving feedback to students. I’m always good at providing detailed comments on essays, but I’d like to spend more time commenting on smaller assignments too this year.

Status: Broken. Every year I try, every year I feel like I still haven't given enough. Maybe the issue with this promise is that I don't really know what is "enough" for the students compared to what I personally think I should give...

45) Make sure the retirement party for my coworkers who retired this year goes off without a hitch and honors them well.

Status: Kept. Oh, this was so nice and so much fun. It was really great seeing the retiring faculty members so emotional over how much we were able to honor them and their contributions to the school.

46) Take part in more activities on campus; I have a tendency to not attend many events because they’re in the evening when I’m tired, but I should really stay more often.

Status: Kept, though mostly by necessity. I kept constantly getting called in to help on things, even in other departments.

47) Write some Chainsaw Man fanfic for @mistystarshine!

Status: Broken. I'm so sorry, this just did not happen. I wish my work schedule was manageable instead of actually insane. There are so many things I want to write and do for myself, rather than for work...

48) Help my parents tear out the carpet in my old childhood bedroom.

Status: Broken. My mom talked about it a lot, but it never ended up happening.

49) Do something to destress (massage, pedicure, something?) at least once per month. I gotta take better care of myself…

Status: Broken. So broken. I only got more stressed this year. More and more and more and more...

50) I will keep my promises!

Status: Oof, mostly broken. Next year I'm going to set a reminder for myself so that I remember to check my promises every few weeks or something...

Kept promises: 15

Broken promises: 35

Another year, another chance, I guess. See you all in 2024!

#50 promises #new year's resolutions #irl stuff #that's a big yikes from me dog

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