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wintersoldiersoul · 7 months

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Brat

A/N: Literally have a flight to catch in 4 hours and this is how I'm spending my time. Also this was inspired by a video by The Stark Internship on TikTok! I love their account so much definitely check them out.

Summary: Bucky is fed up with your attitude

Warnings: Smut, Daddy kink, fingering, oral (m and f receiving), breeding kink

Everyone has days when they just wake up on the wrong side of the bed. Today was one of those for you. You hadn't slept well in a few nights and you were irritable and on edge. Your had tons of assignments due for work, and your boss was a nightmare. Everything was pissing you off today from the slow walkers on the street, to your shoelaces coming untied.

“Hey baby,” Bucky said, smiling and giving you a kiss when you walked through the door.

“Hi,” you deadpanned, slipping your bag off your shoulder and letting it fall to the ground.

His expression changed when he saw your mood. “Bad day?”

You nodded, strutting over to the kitchen to get the cold brew from the fridge. “Where’s the coffee?” You asked, unable to find it in the fridge.

“Oh I finished it this morning,” Bucky answered. “I was gonna grab some more tomorrow.”

You groaned, throwing your head back. “Why didn’t you just get more when you finished it? Now I have to go back out.”

“Sorry baby, I didn’t think you’d need coffee at 5pm,” he said apologetically.

“Well I do because unfortunately for me, I haven’t slept all week because your body is like a fucking furnance and I have a killer headache that only caffeine can fix.”

“I’ll go out and get you a coffee, okay?” Bucky had seen you in these moods a lot. You got irritable whenever you were stressed or tired or hungry, which was a lot. “You go relax.”

“Thanks,” you answered, slumping over to the home office. You did some more work, trying to get ahead of what you had to do tomorrow.

“Here,” he said when he got back, placing a starbucks cup in front of you. “How can I help?”

“Just leave me alone,” you snapped. It came out harsher than you intended. “I’m sorry.”

But Bucky wasn’t offended. He just smirked at you. “That’s it,” he said sternly. “You have 30 minutes to get ready and then you and me? We’re going to dinner. And we’re gonna have a great time. And when we get back, I want you on the bed with your legs spread for me. And I’m gonna split you open on my cock and fuck that attitude right out of you, got it?” He commanded.

You swallowed harshly, already feeling your clit throbbing from his words. “Yes, sir.”

“Good,” he nodded his head and walked out of the room.

You decided to play into his game while at dinner, acting extra bratty to see just how riled up you could get him. The second you walked in the door, his eyes narrowed. “I’m giving you a two minute head start. By the time I get in there, you better be naked and touching that pretty pussy, okay? Go.”

You ran to the bedroom, completely submissive to him. You quickly discarded your clothing and laid on the bed moving a hand between your legs. You inserted two fingers inside of yourself, wetness pooling around your fingers. Bucky opened the door just as you were reaching your peak.

“Good girl,” he smirked. “No cumming though. Not yet sweetheart.” He crawled on the bed moving his face in between your legs watching as you played with yourself. “Bet those little fingers don’t feel as good as mine. You need my thick fingers stretching you out to really feel good.” He grabbed your wrist and made you remove your fingers from yourself. “Nothing to say? No sassy little remark to fire back at me? You’ll do whatever Daddy tells you, won’t you?” His eyes darkened as he spoke.

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good,” he said, running flesh fingers through your folds. “Such a perfect cunt,” he grunted as he inserted a finger, curling it slowly to torture you. “Too bad you’ve been a brat today.” He swiftly removed his finger and licked it clean. “Get on your knees. Now,” he commanded while undoing his belt and taking down his pants. Your mouth watered at the wet spot on his boxers where his tip was leaking. You reached out to take his underwear off but he shoved your hands away. “No no no, baby girl. You wait for Daddy to tell you what to do.” He smacked your ass hard and you moaned.

“Daddy please!!” You begged like a child. “Wanna suck you.”

Bucky laughed darkly. “You need that slutty mouth filled? You want Daddy’s cock to choke on? Wan’ me to fuck your face real hard, don’t you?” You squeezed your legs together at his words, desperate for something.

“Mhm, want it so badly. Wanna run my tongue over the slit and wrap my lips around your thick cock. Want you to stretch out my mouth.”

He inhaled sharply at your words. Bucky was dominant in bed, but he was so in awe of you that sometimes he just had to give in. “Oh fuck, Princess, the shit you say.” He slowly dragged his boxers down his legs. “Come make Daddy feel good.”

You crawled to him, immediately licking his slit, moaning at the taste of his pre-cum on your tongue. He threw his head back as you wrapped your lips around all of him and bobbed up and down. “Shit,” he gasped, grabbing your hair to move your head quicker. You brought one hand up and lightly squeezed his balls which caused him to start to move his hips, fucking your mouth just like he said we would. “Holy shit, Princess, oh-oh fuck.” He continued to mumble profanities as you moved. Bucky was always vocal in bed - something that you loved. Hearing the pleasure you brought him made everything so much better. “Gonna cum, baby. Gonna shoot a load in the back of your throat and I want you to swallow it all for me,” he said, breath growing more rapid. You continued until you felt the thick liquid hit your throat, swallowing it all with ease. “That’s a good girl,” he praised, pulling his dick out of your mouth. “Now lemme see how wet that little pussy is. Bet your clit is so swollen. Just begging to be played with,” he cood as he lifted you up onto the bed and held your legs apart. He blew cold air onto your clit, the sensation making you feral. You needed him. Your slick was running down your thighs. He brought his mouth closer and closer but never quite connecting it. He ran his hands up and down your inner thighs, making you squirm.

“D-Daddy please! I’ll be so good to you. You can do anything you want. Use me however you want just please touch me!”

He looked up at you from in between your legs and smirked. “Anything? You’d even let me fill this sweet cunt up with my cum?” He asked, causing another moan to ring out from your throat. “Oh you want that, don’t you. Dirty girl. You wanna be full of your Daddy?”

“Y-yes! Please, just-” you stopped short when he put his lips around your clit, sucking with full force. “Oh yes Daddy! Fuck!” He inserted two metal fingers inside you, the stretch sending fireworks throughout your body. His eyes connected with yours as he kept sucking your clit and fingering you. He loved watching your eyes when he pleasured you. Loved how glassy and dazed you looked. He added a third finger, stretching you to the hilt. Your orgasm was coming quick. “Can I cum, Daddy?” He moaned into your pussy signaling yes and you exploded. Your walls clenched and your clit throbbed as euphoria washed over you.

Bucky didn’t stop his movements, though. If anything, he sucked a little harder and fingered you a little faster. You were letting out high pitched moans continuously, already on the brink of a second orgasm. “DADDY!” You yelled out as the most intense orgasm of your life washed over you, squirting onto his face and the bed. The sound of your liquid hitting the sheets made Bucky feral. He let you ride out your high on his face and his fingers before carefully removing himself.

“Oh, honey, you are too fucking much. Squirting for your Daddy, now that’s what good girls do. So proud of you angel.” He kissed you passionately, letting your taste on his tongue fill your mouth. “Gonna give you my cock now, okay? Gotta make sure all that attitude is really gone.”

He aligned himself with your pussy and immediately thrusted all the way in. He gave you no time to adjust to his size before he snapped his hips hard, hitting your g-spot everytime. “Such a slutty little thing, look at ‘cha,” he taunted, unable to take his eyes away from his cock slipping in and out of you. “You got my cock fucking drenched, baby girl. You that desperate to be fucked? Making puddles on this bed I swear,” he said, continuing to fuck you hard. His hand reached to your clit, giving it a feather light touch just to tease you a little more.

“Daddy, touch my clit, please! Been so good for you,” you pleaded.

He laughed. “Nothing is ever enough for you, is it? Got you stuffed full of cock and you’re asking for more?” Despite his teasing, he gave you what you wanted, connecting his fingers to your clit and applying the perfect amount of pressure. “Fuck, feel you squeezing me. You gonna cum again for me? You gonna cum all over Daddy’s big cock?”

“Yes, Daddy!” you screamed, tears rolling down your cheeks.

“Cum with me baby girl, gonna fill you up. Gonna get you all pregnant and round. Fuck you’re gonna look so good carrying my baby,” he grunted, thrusts growing sloppy.

“Give it to me, Daddy! Fill me up!” You moaned, feeling his cum shooting into your body and setting off your own orgasm. You screamed as you came, squirting for the second time.

When you had both finished, he removed his dick from you and got up to get a towel. He carefully cleaned you up, looking into your eyes with love.

“So, did we fix that attitude?”

“I don’t know,” you smirked. “I think there’s still some in there that needs to be fucked out of me.”

“You’re trouble,” Bucky growled, crawling on top of you once again.

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swiftsdelucaa · 4 months

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Hi 🫶

I was thinking about georgies younger hot sister who is also a prodigy ( like lexie) and karev being lovesick with her

He is just so dreamy, especially in the first seasons

Can you make it smut please?

Thank you!!!

❛ 𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 ❜ (𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕)

𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: Alex Karev x O'Malley!sis!reader ♡

𝘼/𝙣: Really, I don't know how to apologize for the wait, this time has been crazy, but I'm back and I hope you'll like this!! 🫶🏻

Your internship had started perfectly. You were a year under your brother George and all his friends, but you could say you were the best between them all. It's also been easy being friend with George's group, they had welcomed you well and unlike your brother you had a tougher character than him. There was this guy, Alex, he was surely the most interesting since you've seen him for the first time. You knew he was livesick of you, you just liked teasing him. Let's say it, you were very hot, his gaze couldn't help to be always focused on you. You enjoyed it.

While the others were spending time complaining about their days you both were too busy flirting with each other most of the time, and then you finally gave him the satisfaction of going out for an evening. George told you he didn't like Alex that much for you, but you didn't care. Sometimes he was too protective.

By the way, finally you accepted to spend an evening with him. You were kinda excited.

It hadn't been anything special, just enough, in his car eating some Chinese food ordered to the nearest restaurant since out was raining and both of you were very hungry. It was like the first time you were just talking spending time normally and not flirting or something else. You just talked about your first days of work and started knowing each other better. The he drove you to your house. Before you get out from his car you looked at him. Yeah he was still staring at you, his eyes looked at you lips but you just smiled.

"Good night Evil Spawn" you smirked and got up. You felt him grab your arm and pull you back inside.

"Not this time" he whispered before press his lips against yours in a pretty passionate kiss. You just kissed him back since this was all you were waiting for.

"Wait.." you stopped the kiss. "In my house there's more space" you said smirking. He smirked as well.

In a few time you were already inside, you pushed him towards the bedroom as you kept kissing. Suddently his lips were on your neck, biting your skin softly. You let out a little moan and then you pushed him onto your bed. You took off your top, he grabbed your hips to bring you closer and kissed you again. You put your hands under his shirt to signal for him to take it off, he did it and then went on top of you.

"Fuck the things that will happen in this room" he whispered. Only these words made you get more wet. You smirked at him and bit you lip when you felt his hand on your stomach.

"Never been so ready" you said.

He took off your bra, starting to kiss your chest and going down with his lips on your breasts, biting them softly but enough to make you gasp.

One moment later you were completely naked, you on top of him, moving your hips against his body. His hands were holding and squeezing you closer, your moans filled the room as you were looking at Alex. His eyes remained glued on you, enjoying that wonderful sight.

"God, I don't think I'll ever get enough of you" he said panting and feeling the contact of your bodies collide. You leaned down to kiss his chest, moving up his neck and finally meeting his eyes.

"Oh, really?" You smirked.

He kissed your lips, in a very passionate way, he positioned himself remaining sitting with you on his lap. He kept pushing you against him grabbing your ass. You moaned again feeling him coming inside you. Both sighed before letting your bodies fall onto the mattress. You let out a giggle.

"Say it, you had fun boy" you then whispered very close to his face.

"Who told you I've finished?" He asked smirking and going on top of you. He slipped under the blanket, you knew where he was going, so you just let your head fall back on the pillow looking at the ceiling, until you felt him teasing your weakest point with his tongue. He began to go deeper and sucking, causing you to moan, you liked that he was a little rough.

"Mmh.." you started moaning louder, the way he kept pleasuring you drove you crazy. He arrived to your clit, intensifying the movements with his tongue. "Alex..." you moaned, clinging to the blanket.

Then he started to move up, kissing your stomach, and reaching your face, savoring the taste of you on his lips.

"I will never finish with you, baby girl"

You would surely have had many more similar nights.

#alex karev #alex karev x reader #alex karev imagines #greys anatomy #grey's anatomy #greys anatomy x reader #greys anatomy imagine #fanfics #my writing #requests #smut

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hoshigray · 11 months

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My Professor's Final Spring Praise ༄ K. Nanami

"Before my summer break officially started, I had to finish my last in-person exam with Professor Nanami. It was so tough, but I made it through! I was the last to leave, so I thanked the professor and shared some final words before heading to my dorm to finish packing up. However, how do a few gratitude and praise exchanges end up with me on his desk and him between my legs?"

A/n: Yessirrrrrr!! First work of my very first series!! I'm very nervous about this as this is the first time committing to writing consecutively for a specific theme, but I got faith in myself!! Also, it's Nanami and my birthday!!!ヾ( ˃ᴗ˂ )◞ • *✰ So as soon as this is posted, I'm signing off and enjoying my day with my hubby Kento~ (sike I'm not, just gonna hang with friends, lol). But anyways, I hope y'all enjoy this piece, and thank you so very much for 1k followers~~~!!! Not my best work, but it's a decent start for the series! >:D (will proofread l8r tmrw)

Series m. list!! This entry has been updated along w/ its contents.

Cw: professor! Nanami x fem! reader - explicit content so minors DNI - taboo (consensual sex b/w a professor & undergrad) - age difference (the reader is at least in their 20s; Nanami approaching early 30s) - fingering (fem! receiving) - cunnilingus - semi-missionary position (reader lies on their back on a table while Nanami stands) - public sex/sex in a university classroom - unprotected sex (PSA: wrap it up, or get the fuck up) - pining if you squint - praise - pet names (baby, darling, love, sweet pea) - clitoral play (licking and sucking) - kissing/makeout sessions.

Wc: 3.4k

Dear Diary...it's been a long while since I had to come to you as an outlet for my thoughts. But something happened today that caused my mind to go rampant, and I need to rely on you again...

Today is supposed to be the best day of the year. You just finished taking your last in-person exam, you were able to finish packing up all your stuff, and you're now ready to kiss this campus goodbye until the upcoming fall season.

You could not wait to start your summer plans. Not only will you work in the internship you've been hoping to get into since last semester, but you'll finally have ample time to hang with your best friends ever — Yuuji, Megumi, and Nobara!

The summer break has been the end goal for the four of you, and now that your finals are finally over, there's no stopping you from enjoying the season to the best you can!

However, as much as you say you're excited, it doesn't correlate to your actual feelings at this point in time. Something happened that altered your entire perception of what the future was supposed to be.

Something so out of the ordinary that you don't know how to properly feel or think about the situation.

Something so out of the ordinary that you turn to a diary to let your thoughts out, alone in your shared dorm room when all the other roommates have left earlier in the week.

Something so completely out of the ordinary that it sends chills down your spine just reminiscing the moment before sitting at this exact desk writing about what transpired earlier.

It all started when I went to my last in-person exam with Yuuji, where everyone else was waiting for the professor...

You and Yuuji had the same Biology class to take care of one of your science credits, and the exam was to take place on the last day of finals week. Although you've been told it's not supposed to be a difficult test — it's a bunch of multiple questions, short answers, and one essay — the exam period starts from 6 p.m. to 9 p.m. Three hours of endless testing was enough to put you, Yuuji, and all the other classmates in shambles, embracing guaranteed failures and having no idea how to study.

Luckily, a true saint descended from above to bless you and your peers with a professor who knows what he's doing and is patient enough to lead you to the right path. Your professor, Kento Nanami, was relatively young enough to connect with his fellow students but held a well-mannered and stern cadence that gained the respect and admiration of those around him. He was able to steer you guys into a secure approach to your studying: taking in questions, making study guides for quizzes and midterms, and highlighting significant areas from the textbook throughout the semester that will be shown on today's exam.

So through all the diligent preparation and practical labs you've attended, you feel way more confident with the material than at the start of the semester. Can't say the same for Yuuji, who's more nervous than you (with his three unexcused absences and constantly coming to you for help). But as long as y'all are suffering together, that's all that matters.

The only problem is that the exam is sectioned into three parts — sixty multiple-choice questions that are one point each, ten short answer questions that are also one point each, one mix-and-match portion, and the essay is ten whole points by itself (twenty if you can answer five bonus questions afterward). So, off the bat, everyone understands why three hours are given to complete the exam. But Professor Nanami said, "You all should be fine because it doesn't necessarily have to take you all three hours to complete. So if you finish early, you can get outta here." Say less.

So once you entered the usual classroom with Yuuji, you followed through and sat distant from each other at the same table. The professor came on time as always, instructing the class on where to get the exam on the class website, giving the password to unlock it, and wishing you luck.

The only sounds in the space were people clicking their keyboards, sighs, and groans, and people packing up to leave after submitting their exams before thanking their professor for a great semester. Soon the number of students would thin out, leaving just you and Yuuji still completing your exam.

Yuuji finished at the two-hour mark, releasing an extended sigh of relief before hurriedly stuffing his laptop in his backpack. He goes down to thank and bear hug the professor. And you giggle at the expression of Nanami's dismay because he would've sufficed with a simple handshake like the other students. But that's what makes Yuuji an anomaly to the mass, being exceptionally himself no matter where or who he's with. The salmon-haired boy walks up and wishes you luck, going to his dorm to pack the last of his things and promising to pick you up when you're done.

And then it was just you and him: the professor standing at the podium in front of the classroom, reading a book while you finish the last bonus questions before submitting it on the class site. You sigh heavily, and a massive wave of relief washes over you. You did it. You handled all your exams. You're finally free!

"Finished?" You look for where the voice comes from. The professor looks up from his book at your figure.

You place your laptop in your bag and stand up from your seat. It took you twenty more minutes just to finish compared to Yuuji. "Yup! It wasn't so bad like you said, but I had more trouble with the bonus questions than everything else." You stretch your arms and legs.

Nanami chuckles at your feedback. "I see. I did say the bonus questions would be more lab-based. Good thing those who couldn't make it to some of the labs got to see me so I could help them or assign them with the other students who missed."

"You mean like Yuuji?" You walk up to the podium to be in front of your professor. "Because the poor guy couldn't make it to some of the labs because of club activities."

"Yes, Itadori is one of those students." Nanami smiles at the mention of the salmon-haired other. "He's undoubtedly a hard-working student, asking questions and enjoying the lectures. But that's for when he is in the class."

You chuckle as the subtle shade at your friend. "He does try, though! All the times we've studied together since this exam shows that he wanted to put his whole heart into this class. Not to mention that you're secretly his favorite teacher~." You mention the last part hoping it sparks something in the professor, and you're glad to see that the older man releases a wee chortle at the tiny piece of information.

"Hmm, well, I appreciate his enthusiasm and that he was deeply interested in the class. However," your professor closes his book and walks to the side of the podium, erasing an imaginary barrier between the two of you. "You also play a huge part in his engagement. He's lucky to have a friend like you."

Your brows trench, but a smile creeps past your conscious. "What makes you say that?"

"You've been a particular student in my class. Not only are you an easy grader, but you capture the material so well that Itadori trusts you enough to help him when I'm not available to do so. Anytime you ask me a question, it's always outside the textbook or linked to something you looked into outside the lectures."

The smile on your face grows large, and you look away to shield it from his vision. "Thank you, Professor Nanami."

"I won't be surprised if I check the grades later and see that you got an excellent grade." He removes his glasses and places them on the podium with his book. "I'd also suggest you consider minoring in this field if you'd like. And did you sign up for that scholarship I mentioned to you around two weeks ago?"

"Yes, I filled it out last week."

"Good." He moves a hand to place on your shoulder, and the action takes you aback because it's the first time he's ever touched you. "I expect great things from you, Y/n. I'm sure whatever you want to do in this life, you'll do just fine."

You bashfully nod at his kind words. And you extend your hand up to him to signify a ready handshake. "Thank you, professor. And thank you so much for all your help this semester."

The hand that was on your shoulder grabs hold of your hand. But what happens next was far from what you expected.

Nanami lifts your hand with his and faintly sets his lips on the back of your knuckles.

And this is the provenance of what sets everything in motion.

What he did to your hand didn't just surprise you, but also surprised him. Nanami froze with your hand still in his, not daring to move as you have yet moved an inch.

Why did I do that? It's the biggest question that runs through his mind at this time. One moment he was praising you for being one of his best students, then he busses his lips onto your hand the next. But why?

Nanami knew he was done for. Unable to look into your eyes, he can only tighten his hold on your hand. This was so not part of his routine. Today was supposed to be like any other exam day. He only came here to see his students for one last time before the start of summer break. He only came here to see his final class and have them take the exam before heading home. So why?

Perhaps it was the feelings of spring blinding him like a child. Or maybe his emotions got the better of him. But today was the last day of the semester he'd see his favorite pupil — you. Until now, the professor has done a phenomenal job maintaining an appropriate relationship between teacher and student, keeping a respectable distance while tending to his scholars.

And yet, he still would catch himself sneaking a selfish glance at you following through with his lectures, his heart swooning when you use your lovely voice to ask a question, or going blind when you flash a smile that rivals the sun's beam.

It's never right to have favorites; however, you clearly were the one that caught his attention the most.

Yet, also, this type of relationship is not the best for Nanami or you. You are a student, and he is your teacher. This could damage the reputation of both of you. It's the least favorable outcome between the two of you...

...So why haven't you snatched your hand away from mine yet?

Your hands tighten back with his, and the man finally chooses to look at you.

You're eyes bore into him, looking at him as if he's the only thing meant to have your concentration. Your breathing descends to a slower pace, but the rhythm of your heart beats the more you look at the man before you. "Professor Nanami..." you said his name in a whisper, and God, did it feel so wrong to do such a thing. As if your mouth would be thrown into a pit of flames for even calling to him with an indescribable connotation. Your mind is now fueled with a deep emotion rooted within, rooted with a scary longing.

"Y/n..." It felt even more wrong to have your name hushed in his voice, so hot to the ears that they could melt any second. Even so, a part of you wishes he would repeat it in the same tone again. Expressing the exact feeling of wanting something, wanting you.

Observant brown eyes lock in with your eyes. Faces move forward with hesitance. Eyes close. Noses begin to brush their skins against each other. And pairs of lips seal an unfortunate yet desirable event that cannot be revoked.

It takes a few minutes for you two to melt into each other from the makeout session. It takes a few minutes to block the glass windows with portable whiteboards to block the view from the outside. And it takes a few minutes for you to be a disheveled mess with your back on a table with Nanami between your legs, fingering your throbbing vulva and licking your slick and sensitive clitoris.

"Hoooh...Mmmm, Professor Nanami, your tongue. I-It feels too good—Nnnmph!!"

Nanami flicks his tongue on your sensitive, the cause for you to cry out. "Y/n, I told you. It's just the two of us, so call me by my name."

No, you mustn't. That's taking things too far. But, "K-Kentooo," that name is too tempting to not have seeped through your moans. "Your tongue and fingersss, they're too much!"

His middle and forefinger pull and push inside your gushy walls, prompting more of your sweet cries to fill the blonde man's eardrums. "Is that so? Too much for you? Think you're gonna cum?"

You nod desperately with each question, your cunt clenching around his digits as if you were to snatch them off. But that would be impossible when he's playing with your pussy like a toy. Sweat starts to form on your forehead, your orgasm inching in closer and closer by the second.

And Nanami notices, resulting in him coming to your aid for release. His tongue goes back to lapping around clit, kissing and sucking on the bud while the tempo of his fingers increases.

Your climax hits you hard, having your body twitch and quiver as the inner walls of your slit contract around the digits scraping your velvety texture. You grab tufts of his blond hair, messing up its neat shape. But neither of you cares, too engulfed with each other to worry about the details. Tears form at the end of your eyes as you experience your high, and you try to steady your breathing when your professor withdrawals himself from you.

"Good job, sweet pea. Made a mess on my fingers." He praises you while undoing his tie and unbuttoning his dress shirt, revealing his well-defined torso for your eyes to see. But the real prize is when he unzips his pants and pulls down his briefs, his erect cock out in the open for you to marvel at.

But before you could look at it with all its glory, the tip of his dick presses up against your cunt, sliding it up and down to warm you up before entry. The feeling of his shaft grinding on your folds and clit is enough to have chills travel down your spine.

"Alright, love, I'm gonna go slow for you, okay?" His chocolate brown eyes examine your face to give him a response. You nibble on your lip and brace yourself after confirming your cooperation. "If you want me to stop, let me know. So, take some breaths for me."

And with that, the blonde pushes his cock into you with every exhale you take, the twinge of pain making it difficult to focus. Yet you still pull through because you want this so fucking much. There's no turning back now. And when the tip of his cock finally nestles inside your vagina, a choked shriek departs from your lips.

Slowly, Nanami pushes himself into you, every inch of his cock venturing further into your welcoming, throbbing chasm. He brushes up against your sweet spots causing you to jerk up. Nanami coaxes you through it. "It's okay, darling. You're taking me so well."

Tears come streaming down when the base of his cock kisses your folds, your union now solidified. The blonde gives you a moment to get acclimated with his girth inside before he gradually instructs a patient pace of the hips.

"Mmmm, Kento. 'S so good..." You mewl into the air, your face feeling hot and sweaty. The slow rhythm of his ruts is tantalizing, but it feels so good having his length scrape your insides. "Pleaseee, go fasteeer—"

"Want it faster? Nnmmm, damn, I'll go faster, baby." When the moment is right, his thrusts quicken the cadence, provoking more blissful whimpers to fill the silent room.

Your hands find purchase on his back, your legs wrapping around his waist to cage him close to you. And Nanami takes the notion as a signal for him to dial up the speed, thrusting so deep into your pussy with an erratic tempo. Pelvis smacking hard on your slit and tender clit that it has you seeing stars.

"Hmmm, Ahh—Ahhhh! Ohhhh, fucking shit!" The harsh ruts to your lower half keep your ground to the table beneath you, sweat sticking your clothes to your back. The sounds of skin slapping each other are on par with your pornographic noises, having you feel indecent and shameful. But it's too late now.

"Hmmph! Oh, fuck," husky groans exit from Nanami, the man putting his forehead on yours. "You feel so good and tight around me, love. So close to—Ahhhh!! Shit, so close to cumming.."

You swallow the spit that secretes your mouth. "Haaaah, Kentoooo—" your eyes are shut to wholly focus on the commotion beneath you. Your sexes smacking each other, forcing you to clench around him with every thrust of the hips. "I'm about to—Nnnaaahh!! Oh, Jesus, I'm gonna cummm!"

He kisses your forehead. "You want to cum, sweet pea?"

"Yesssss, please, please, pleaseee!!" Begging for your release is all you can do as your mind turns into mush, the familiar sensation crawling back to haunt you.

He hushes your cries with his lips on yours, the final kiss filled with scorching passion while Nanami pistons a few thrusts plunging to your vulva.

Your orgasm washes over you again, and you moan blissfully into the blonde's mouth. Your gushy walls flutter around his member for the last time, coating it with your essence. And Nanami had to be quick not to sink too deep into the feeling, or else he'd spill his release into you. He removed himself from your lips and body, ejaculating his load onto your bare stomach, and you gasped at the contact of his fluids spilling on your exposed skin.

You look up to survey the man before you, and you're met with an image you never thought you'd see. Blonde hair that was once slicked neatly now had messy strands that framed his face beautifully. Sweat covered his sculpted physique, and hooded brown eyes examined your body under him.

Letting the silence calm the both of you down from your aftershocks, Nanami glances at your face and smiles. He brings a hand to cup your cheek, brushing off tears that painted your face.

"Glad to have you this semester. Have a good summer, darling."

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BAM! BAM!! BAM!!!

An abrupt sound has you stop writing on the entry, bringing you back to the present time.

It sounded like it came from the front door, so you stuff your diary into your bag and exit the room to find out who's causing all the ruckus. When you open the door, the first thing that enters your line of vision is pink hair.

Your friend, Yuuji Itadori.

"Yo!" He greets you. "Ready to go? I called up your phone like four times."

"Oh, you did? Sorry, I must've forgotten to put it back on vibrate after the exam." You move out of the way for Yuuji to enter your dorm, closing the door behind him. "My stuff is in my room. I got two suitcases, a duffel bag, and my backpack."

"Alright then, let's hurry and get out of here! Think we can take the freeway since it's late at night, and traffic should be gone by now."

Yuuji grabs your two suitcases and heads outside to put them inside the trunk of his car. You walk around to check and see if anything is missing or misplaced before heading to your room and grabbing the other bags.

Yet before you leave the space entirely, you grab your diary again and write your final thoughts.

...I don't know what possessed me to let what happened happen. But, at the same time, I don't hate it for happening? I don't know...it was probably the feelings of spring taking over me or the relief that I finished all my exams.

But one thing is for sure; if I wasn't the last person to leave that classroom, none of that would've happened. I wouldn't have experienced that new side of Professor Nanami.

And as long as this keeps between me and him, then I'm kinda glad that it happened.

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lovesuhng · 5 months

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Loved - Na Jaemin

couple: Jaemin x fem!reader genre: fluff; slightly suggestive; friends to lovers w.c: 1.3k synopsis: You have always been insecure about some things, including your body, but your best friend is going to make you feel like the most beautiful woman and, above all, loved. warnings: The protagonist has some marks on her body like stretch marks and scars, and it is also implied that she is plus-size. a/n: Once again, this idea came to me while I was coming back from college. I wanted to write a story with the protagonist having tattoos, so I used one of my tattoos as inspiration (the tattoo in the photo is mine hehehe), and sorry, I don't know how to write suggestive scenes.

"When are you going to buy a car, Nana?" The day had been as chaotic as possible, and to top it off, you and your friend Jaemin got caught in a sudden rainstorm as you left the university. You had just arrived at your apartment, which was the closest.

"Maybe in about 10 years, if I can get a job. Cars are not cheap!"

"10 years? That's a long time! But okay, now go and take a shower. Your luck is that I still have your clothes," you said, returning from your room, handing Jaemin a hoodie and sweatpants he had left in your apartment one day. "I'll make something for us to eat. Pasta?"

"It's the only thing you know how to make," Jaemin said, entering your bathroom.

"AND IF YOU COMPLAIN, YOU WON'T EAT!"

While Jaemin showered, you took off your wet clothes, put on a robe (after all, you were going to take a shower as soon as your friend finished, and you couldn't risk catching a cold), put water on the pasta to boil, and started preparing the ingredients for the sauce. Some time later, with the pasta cooking and the sauce being finished, Jaemin came out of the shower and caught your attention. You knew your best friend was very handsome, but the sight of him freshly showered was out of this world, especially because he hadn't put on a shirt. Wet hair, strong arms that you easily imagined around your body, the defined abs from the hours he spent at the gym, the sweatpants slightly lowered, showing the waistband of his underwear. In short, that was a sight that easily made you nervous and disconcerted. Jaemin was also nervous because seeing you in just a robe and wet hair played with a man's imagination.

"I-I'm going to take a shower and be back for us to eat. KEEP AN EYE ON THE PASTA!"

After a warm and relaxing shower, you changed clothes, put a towel on your hair, and went to the kitchen, where you found the table set and your friend waiting for you to have dinner.

"Look at everything being so neat. Ready to get married, huh?"

Jaemin just smiled because deep down, he wanted to repeat this scene with you every night. You spent some time eating and talking, discussing some gossip from the university and Jaemin's internship. After dinner, you convinced him to do a skincare routine, since, with the heavy rain, Jaemin would stay overnight at your apartment, something that happened frequently.

In the bedroom, you were sitting on your bed, where Jaemin was looking for a movie for you both to watch, and you were just lamenting how tired you were.

"I'm so tired that I would do anything not to have to comb this hair. You could do it for me, right?" "Okay."

"What do you mean 'okay'? Are you really going to comb my hair?"

"Aren't you tired? I'll do it for you."

"Man, you're the best! The comb and the cream are on the little table over there."

You were almost regretting letting Jaemin comb your hair. It wasn't that he was bad; on the contrary, he was very careful, applied the cream, and untangled your strands in such a delicate way. The issue was his proximity that made you very nervous. You were practically between his legs, hoping he wouldn't hear your heart beating so fast. When he finished, you made a move to leave, but Jaemin's strong hands embraced your waist, bringing you even closer to him.

"Any problem?" Your voice came out faltering, like a whisper, making him notice your nervousness.

"The only problem is that I can't hide what I feel for you."

You were incredulous at your friend's declaration. You still couldn't understand that Jaemin also felt something for you.

"I fell in love with you the day I saw you running late on the first day of high school." Jaemin stroked your arm gently, as if he were passing a feather over it. The touch was delicate, subtle, and he listed all your qualities. "I love how dedicated you are, I love when you make me laugh, I love when you care, saying that I should go out more or that I should have some tea when you think I'm going to get sick. I love when you cry watching '10 Things I Hate About You' or the end of High School Musical 3. I love every detail about you, including your tattoos, which make you even more beautiful." Then, you felt Jaemin's sweet lips kissing each little heart on your right arm, going up from your shoulder to your neck, giving you shivers. Jaemin turned you around, making you sit on his lap, looked deeply into your eyes, and asked, "Do you feel something for me too?"

You just nodded.

"Baby, I need you to say it to me." He caressed your cheek, maintaining eye contact. "Do you love me as much as I love you?"

"Since the moment I first saw you. I love you, Jaemin."

Jaemin broke the almost nonexistent space and kissed you. A sweet, calm kiss, but eagerly anticipated, happening at the right moment. "I've wanted to do this for so long," Jaemin said between the kisses, making you smile. The kiss became hotter, and you were running out of air. So, he pulled away from your mouth and went straight to your neck, while you closed your eyes, enjoying every touch of Jaemin. That's when you felt Jaemin's hands lifting the black tank top you were wearing. Your biggest insecurity woke up, and you quickly got out of your friend's lap, who didn't understand what had happened.

"What happened, my love?" He blushed at the nickname Jaemin had given you. "Am I going too fast?"

"No! I think we waited too long, the thing is…," you said, pointing to your own body. "You're so handsome, so... attractive." You tried to say it in a funny tone, getting a smile from the man. "And I'm like this... Oh, and there's the fact that I've never done this before." Jaemin understood what you meant, well aware of this insecurity, especially with your body. You always wondered why you couldn't be thinner and compared yourself to other girls, especially when you went to the gym with your friend. Then he got up from the bed and held your hands.

"Don't say that. I know this insecurity has been bothering you for a long time, but know that you don't have to feel that way around me. You're the most beautiful woman there is, and I love every little bit of you. You're damn sexy." This also drew a chuckle from you and made Jaemin approach you once again, putting his hands on your waist. "I just want you to trust me and let me make you the most loved woman in the world."

The smile on your face was the certainty that Jaemin had that you wanted it as much as he did. At that moment, to show that you were ready and more confident, you did something he didn't expect: slowly took off the black tank top you were wearing, almost revealing yourself completely to your best friend. He looked at you in disbelief. He looked at your titties, which, for you, were far from pretty, because they had some stretch marks that made you completely uncomfortable, but that, for Jaemin, made them even more perfect.

“Wow, how beautiful you are and mine.”

Placing your hands on his neck, you just made a request to Jaemin. “Now, prove that you really love me, Na Jaemin.”

He started an even more passionate kiss than you shared before. Jaemin's hands gently caressed your bare back, while you scratched your friend's sculpted abdomen under his shirt.

It was your first time and with someone you had been in love with for a long time, but it was also the first time you felt confident, beautiful. Jaemin has this power over you: to make you feel truly loved.

#nct #nct scenarios #nct fluff #nct fanfic #nct drabbles #nct dream fluff #nct dream au #nct dream fanfic #nct dream scenarios #nct dream suggestive #na jaemin imagines #na jaemin x reader #jaemin x reader #jaemin fluff #jaemin suggestive #jaemin x y/n

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theprettyarachnid · 9 months

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unprofessional (ceo!miguel o’hara x intern!reader)

a/n: i’m forcing myself out of writers block so bear with me

warnings: kinda nsfw in beginning but not really

summary: (modern!au) you finally get into the esteemed internship that you’ve worked for your entire college career but not everything goes to plan when you realize you have a crush on your boss, Mr. Miguel O’hara (part two?)

You sat on your boss’s desk with one of your legs wrapped around his waist. His office door was locked and the blinds were closed so no one could see what was going on. What has been going on for the past four months.

You let out a stuttered moan feeling Miguel’s teeth sink into your shoulder. Your hands move away from his broad shoulders and you start to undo his tie while Miguel lays you flat on his desk. His office supplies pushed to the edge and threatening to fall onto the ground.

“Miguel…” You say between breaths running your hand through his soft hair.

“Hm?” He hums clearly not paying attention as he finishes unbuttoning your shirt. You arch your neck to look at the clock on the wall behind you. He has a meeting in ten minutes.

“It’s.. 10:05, you—” You cut yourself off by biting your lip when you feel Miguel’s index finger starting to massage you through your wet underwear.

“Come again, mi corazón?” He asks pressing harder on your clit. You sharply inhale and move your hips closer to his hand. You can feel the grin on his face as he kisses the side of your neck. You sigh sliding your fingers through his hair before gently tugging on it.

“You have a meeting in ten minutes.” You say more firmly this time making him look up at the clock. He looks annoyed as he stands up.

“Damnit,” he sighs lifting you back up into a sitting position. “I wonder what I’m going to have to walk these idiots through this time.” You glance down seeing Miguel’s not so subtle boner.

You’re about to say something before he gives you a look. You close your mouth and start buttoning up your shirt. Miguel takes your hand as you jump off his desk, only letting go so you can smooth out your outfit.

“What?” Miguel asks as you turn around and give him a look. Something looked off… he can be a bit of a perfectionist when it comes to his image. You suddenly spot it.

“Lean down,” you make a gesture with your hand. Miguel follows your instructions. A subtle purr comes from the back of his throat as you fix his hair.

You pull your hands away and Miguel stands up straight and you give a nod of approval. He raises his eyebrows a bit.

“That’s it?”

“What kind of person would I be if I let my boss walk out his office with messy hair?” You cross your arms and can’t help the cheeky smile on your face. Miguel rolls his eyes in a somewhat good manner.

“I’ll see you after these next few meetings, there’s some paperwork I left on your desk that I’d like done by the end of the day.” He says heading to the door and your face drops ever so slightly.

“Yes sir.”

The door closes and you look down at your hands. You were wondering when your boss would be back. Your actual boss. Not the one who will occasionally bring you a coffee or gently brush a piece of hair behind your ear. The one who could be so rough with you that he has to cover your mouth with his hand so people don’t find out about the two of you. You knew this relationship was purely for pleasure, no strings attached, but you wanted more.

But your relationship with Miguel O’hara was unprofessional enough.

You stare at yourself in the mirror. You got up extra early on your first day of your internship but you soon realized that was a horrible idea. You were perfectly ready, your white shirt buttoned up, earrings on, and your black skirt that was just snug enough that it accentuated your curves. What was bad was that this extra time gave you more time to think.

This was the third time you’ve looked yourself over and you were pacing the apartment listening to your shoes hit the wooden floor. You couldn’t mess this up. This internship means everything, especially with the added fact that the exception rate is so low. All those extra hours, all those nights studying until your eyes could barely see a letter, all the student loans. You couldn’t mess this up. You check your watch.

“Shit!” You yell grabbing your purse. You couldn’t believe how you woke up extra early yet somehow be running late. Probably from overthinking. “I can’t believe this.” You run out of your apartment and get into your car heading to your new job.

You get out of your car and stare at the giant building. It must be almost 20 stories high. You take a deep breath and walk into the building with your head held high.

As soon as you walk into the building, your eyes keep darting back and forth watching all the people go in different directions. You weave your wave through, mumbling ‘excuse me’ and ‘i’m sorry’ until you’re finally at the front desk. The young lady beams at you with a big smile. She had short brown hair, pink heart shaped shades, and a fluffy coat. She dressed pretty eccentric considering everyone else was wearing suits and ties.

“Name?” She asks

“Uh, Y/n L/n… I’m the new intern working under—”

“Oh, yes! Mr. O’hara is in his office on the 15th floor. He’s expecting you, I’ll let him know you’re here.” She says, you look down and read the name Lyla.

“Oh okay, thank you.” You say but before you can head to the elevator, Lyla says one more thing.

“Try not to be late again, Mr. O’hara doesn’t appreciate tardiness.” She warns which makes your cheeks burn up.

Shit. You think to yourself but you give her a shy smile and briskly walk to the elevator pressing the number 15. The elevator ride seems like it’s taking centuries as you watch the numbers get higher until it finally reaches the 15th floor.

You couldn’t help but fumble with your outfit. You started to wonder if you looked okay. The elevator doors open and you walk out, searching for Mr. O’hara’s office.

It shouldn’t be that hard to find, right? You think as you look around each office. Your eyes land on the door that read “Mr. O’hara”. You quickly make your way over as your heels clack behind you.

You cautiously walk up to the wooden door and gently knock. You hear a muffled ‘what’ and take that as some kind of signal to come in. You walk in to see your new boss, Mr. O’hara, sitting down at his desk staring at his computer with his glasses on the edge of his nose. He wore a dark blue jacket that was buttoned up but you could still see his matching tie and his white collared shirt peeking out.

“Oh, you’re here.” He says standing up making your eyes widen a bit. He was a lot taller than you expected making you notice the high ceiling as he walks towards you. “Miss L/n?”.

“What?” You ask pulling yourself out of your thoughts. You suck in your lips when you see him gently sigh before pinching the bridge of his nose. You feel heat rise up your neck feeling embarrassed, you clearly weren’t making the greatest impression so far.

“I asked if you had the paperwork that you were suppose to finish before arriving here.”

“Oh! Yes, hold on just one second.” You notice a somewhat pleasing look on his face before you turn around and open your bag. The papers were placed in the yellow envelope, not a scratch or stain on them. You turn back around and hand the envelope over. “Everything’s there, I coloured coordinated certain things that were important and each one is in order.” You smile as he takes them from you. Your hands just briefly touch.

“Thank you, now sit down.” He says and you make your way over to one of the chairs. You think you hear him say something under his breath but you couldn’t catch it.

You follow him to his desk and sit down. The chair was comfortable but also looked very expensive. You couldn’t make your body relax between Mr. O’hara staring at you and not wanting to look like a fool. You let out a quiet sigh as he opens the envelope and takes the papers out.

“I’m sure you already know this job isn’t going to be some walk in the park.” He says flipping through the papers. “But considering the multiple high lighted sentences and the fact that you have over six articles for your works cited, I’m sure you know that.”

“Uh.. yes, I was at the top of my class.” He nods while mumbling again. “Sorry?” You ask once again not hearing him.

“Oh, nothing. Let’s just get you started.” He says putting the papers aside. You scoot the chair closer to his desk as he talks about what your main purpose is going to be.

“Since you’ll be working under me, you’ll attend a few meetings with me. You’ll mostly be there to observe but as time goes on, you will be expected to participate by presenting and contributing to the team.” You nod wanting him to know you were listening. “This part may sound more of a glorified secretary but it’s important as a skill. You are expected to manage meetings.”

You can’t help but make a face. It does sound like a glorified secretary, besides will he still be managing meetings as well? You suddenly hear fingers snapping.

“Please do not tell me you are going to have a habit of that.” He sighs as he rests his cheek into his hand. You notice him start to massage his temple.

“No! I.. I promise.” You say as he gives you a quick look over.

“Good because I don’t have time to deal with people who don’t listen.” You look down at your lap watching your hands fiddle with themselves.

Mr. O’hara continues talking while you subtly look around his office. There was a picture of his desk with him and a little girl. Was that his daughter? You look down at his hands and didn’t find a wedding ring.

He’s probably single.

You turn your attention back to him and notice him staring right at you. You look straight back at him noticing how tired his eyes look. There were semi dark circles forming under his eyes but it didn’t really matter. If anything it drew more attention to his dark brown eyes. God you were a sucker for brown eyes.

“Alright, that covers it for the most part. Did Lyla tell you what cubicle you’ll be working at?” You shake your head waiting to hear another sigh. You felt like each one was directed towards you.

“No, she didn’t. She just told me to go to the 15th floor.” You say as he stands up. You do the same and walk over to where your purse is. “She probably just forgot. It was really busy down there.”

“Okay, follow me.” He says running his hand through his hair and opening the door. He lets you go first and leads you to your desk. It was a little depressing to look at. A white desk and nothing more. You’re going to have to do a little decorating.

“Thank you, is there anything specific you want me to get started on?” You ask with a smile. He gives you a small one in return.

“I already emailed you some of the clients that we’ll be meeting with today. If there’s anything else, I’ll let you know.” Before you can say anything, Mr. O’hara turns around and walks back over to his office.

You let out a long sigh of relief. You felt like you could breathe again. Hopefully you’ll get used to his heavy presence. You turn on your computer as your mind runs through the entire conversation.

How dark his eyes looked while talking to you and how he broad his shoulders were. You can’t forget how you felt a little happy when you saw his empty ring finger.

He might have a girlfriend. You think but he also seems a bit too distant to really maintain that kind of relationship.

Your thoughts started to race about your new boss. You thought about how soft his hair looked and how the sun reflected off of his skin so perfectly. Even his eyelashes were pretty.

You close your eyes and pinch the top of your nose. If it’s going to be like this your entire internship, you’re fucked.

#miguel o’hara x reader #miguel x reader #miguel o’hara atsv #miguel ohara #miguel atsv #across the spiderverse #miguel ohara x you #miguel ohara x y/n #spiderman 2099 x reader #atsv fanfiction #miguel ohara x reader atsv

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pttwice · 5 months

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hello joon, I hope you are doing fine these days, am finally feeling less stressed with my internship documents almost being finished and all of that but your cute twice regress fics and blogs have helped me keep a positive mindset so I just wanted to say thank you. anyways am here to request a new years little twice with mommy 2yeon (or who ever u want, if we wanna spicy things up a bit) and everyone besides 2yeon regresses in the morning and wants to play all day and see the pretty fireworks at night, tho baby SMC gets scared of the loud noises still wanna see the pretty lights

get it? because its celebrate

hi chimpo :) i'm so glad that things are getting less stressful for you!! celebrate elite twice song!

celebrate

|| little!twice, cg!2yeon ||

Nayeon and Jeongyeon knew they were in for a long day when none of the members woke up with them. Jeongyeon made herself and Nayeon an extra strength coffee to get them through the day.

The last time all the members regressed for New Year's Eve was ages ago, and they were beyond hyper. Keeping track of seven littles was challenging, but they had done it before and they'd do it again.

Tzuyu was thankfully the first to wake up. Nayeon heard her calling out to one of them and brought her out into the living room. The little wasn't quite awake yet, but nothing was better than being able to wake up the rest of the way in her mommy's arms.

Nayeon wrapped her arms around her baby and sat back with her on the couch until the rest of the littles shuffled in. Momo was the last one to wake up and as soon as they had all made it out into the living room, they all started talking and playing. The volume went from zero to one hundred in less than ten minutes.

"Okay, who's ready for lunch?" Eve though they hadn't eaten breakfast, all the littles had gotten up late enough that it was lunch time.

Breakfast was a fairly easy ordeal except when it came to feeding the babies. Dahyun, Chaeyoung, and Tzuyu needed extra help to eat their food so Nayeon and Jeongyeon had to trade off between the three so they wouldn't get fussy that someone was eating more than they were.

"Mama, 'an we stay up 'nd wa' the fi'ewo'ks?" Jihyo asked with a mouth full of food and Jeongyeon playfully rolled her eyes.

"If you ask me again once you've swallowed that bite, then I'll tell you."

Jihyo nodded and finished her mouthful before asking again.

"Yeah, I wanna watch fireworks again, mama!" Sana excitedly chimed in, food all over the front of her pajama shirt.

"You can watch the fireworks, but you guys have to promise to be good today, okay?" Nayeon smiled as all of them nodded and agreed in unison.

Once they finished with breakfast, it was time for a bath for all of them since Sana, Momo, and Chaeyoung had most of their breakfast on their shirts.

While Jeongyeon ran a bath for the messiest three, Nayeon kept a close eye on the other three while they colored. Jihyo and Mina shared a page while Dahyun and Tzuyu tried sharing a crayon.

Nayeon laughed and took a few pictures of the two littles passing the crayon back and forth. It may have taken them the entirety of the three littles taking a bath to finish the head of the bear they were coloring, but they were having fun.

"Okay, who's next for bath time?" Jeongyeon came out with the three clean littles who jumped up onto the couch beside their mommy. Jihyo and Mina looked at each other and shook their heads while they pointed at Dahyun and Tzuyu, still lost in their one crayon world.

Jeongyeon opted to leave the older two to color some more and picked the two babies up. Their bath was much quicker since they didn't have food all over themselves, so she was out in record time to get the last two clean.

Even though they were letting the littles stay up to watch the fireworks, Nayeon and Jeongyeon knew that they couldn't just let them sit in the house and do nothing all day. So, they rallied all the littles, making sure they had everything they would need, and took them to the park.

Tzuyu quietly sat with her mamas and played with a rock and a few twigs she found on the ground while the others ran around on the playground.

Every few minutes, Tzuyu would get up and hand her mamas a rock or a little acorn cap that she found. They'd thank her and she'd go back to playing, just listening to the other littles yelling and playing on the playground in the park.

Momo, Sana, and Mina were in their own little world pretending they were princesses while Jihyo was trying to get the other two babies to go down the slide.

"Hyun, you hafta put your legs out." Jihyo giggled and straightened Dahyun's legs out so she could actually go down the slide. The little's happy screams could be heard throughout the park as Jihyo helped the babies go down the slide over and over again.

By the time they were done at the park, the littles were ready for a small snack and then lunch. That meant that Nayeon and Jeongyeon had a few minutes of peace and quiet to themselves before the real chaos started.

Chips, drinks, popcorn, and other snacks were set out and ready for the littles. Nayeon was playing with the babies while Jeongyeon kept the other littles entertained by some pretty bad magic tricks.

“Pick a card, Sana. Any card and don’t tell me what it is before you put it back in.” Jeongyeon fanned out the cards she had in her hand.

Sana excitedly took a card and showed it to the other littles before she put the card back in the deck. Jeongyeon shuffled the cards again before picking the card on the top. She held it close to her chest to build suspense before she flipped it around.

“Is this your card?”

The littles burst into a fit of giggles and shook their heads. “No, mama! That’s not Sana’s card!” Momo took the card and set it in her lap.

As Jeongyeon pulled out card after card, the littles kept laughing until finally, their mama picked Sana’s card.

“Dat one, mama!” Sana happily took her card. She held onto it for a while, not wanting to give up the ‘special’ card her mama gave her.

To pass more time and to save the littles from any more of Jeongyeon’s bad magic tricks, they had a dance party.

The way the littles danced was a little odd, but they had no problems expressing themselves. Even the babies got into it while Nayeon helped them move around.

“Mommy! ‘ook TV!” Chaeyoung excitedly pointed to the TV from her spot on the floor and looked ip at her mommy.

There were only two more minutes left until they set the fireworks off. Remembering the chaos of years back when all the littles regressed on New Year’s Eve, Nayeon quickly ran to get ear protection from her room. She put the earmuffs over all the babies ears so they could watch the fireworks without getting scared.

As the big clock in the corner of the TV started to count down, the littles excitedly jumped up and down.

“10, 9, 8, 7…” They all counted together and Sana clung to her mama’s hand, practically vibrating with excitement.

“1! Happy New Year!”

The fireworks display was nothing short of stunning. All the different colors and shapes that exploded in the night sky over the river was beautiful.

Plenty of oohs and ahhs came from the littles as well as Nayeon and Jeongyeon as they watched in awe. They managed to stay up for the entire fireworks show with the babies sitting on their laps and the other littles huddled close to them.

The year wasn’t the easiest, but it was filled with good memories and fun. They were all eager to see what the new year had for them and they were excited to welcome it.

Happy New Year! I hope you had a good 2023 and I hope 2024 is better! :)

#twice agere #twice fanfic #twice fic #little!twice #caregiver!nayeon #caregiver!jeongyeon #sfw #sfw agere #sfw interaction only

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nylwnder · 2 years

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mine, yours | matthew tkachuk

gif by 9116

a/n: this is my entry to @antoineroussel ’s summer fic exchange 2k22!! this piece is for @idontgiveaflyinggrayson69 who was my lovely match!! i hope you like it nat, tried my best to make this as angsty as i could (still new to the trope), i hope you enjoy <33333 also to everyone else, this is my first non-leaf player fic so i hope you can enjoy it as well!

warnings: SMUT, fem!oc, my take on trying to make this angsty, right person/wrong time, exes to lovers, soft!matthew, mutual pinning

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“maybe we need time to figure ourselves out first?” venus said, bouncing her leg and looking at the ground. “i just know that i wanted to make sure i had everything in line so i could focus on you, focus on us.”

matthew nodded, resting his head on her shoulder. “you’re right. i need to get used to this whole nhl world, and you deserve the time of finishing school and finding your perfect internship.” she smiled at him, appreciating his understanding of her proposal.

“promise me that you won’t forget me, yeah? if life really changes when we go our own ways, and maybe you meet new people… just know that i loved you so much. and i’ll support whatever it is that you choose to do.” venus nodded as matthew spoke, her eyes getting blurred with the many tears that began to build up.

venus knew it was going to be hard to let him go. not have him even in those few minutes of free time the two of them had. though all the while she knew it was best, that a better relationship would come with time. she wanted matthew, and she hoped that even with any circumstances that would arise, she was going to do everything to have him by her side one day or another.

“i’ll say the same thing to you” she says, letting out a small laugh. he looks at her with melancholic eyes, “oh baby, i won’t forget your sweet sweet face”

—

they were phantom fingertips. ones that knew all the places, all the ways to make one crumble under their touch. they were ones that venus knew all too well, ones she pictured for all those years. the ones she ached for day by day. his soft lips, warm breath by her ear. “mine, all mine.”

she woke up, hearing that the plane would land in a few minutes. she sighed, relishing in the series of dreams she had throughout her nights. the ones she hadn’t stopped seeing since she was that 19 year old girl thinking if she made a mistake by letting him go. if maybe she needed him more than anything. if he was the only way she could function.

she’d be closer to him than ever today. closer to her fantasies when she stepped onto the ground that is calgary. she didn’t know if she should be excited or nervous. he could be far from the man she last saw. a girl already standing beside him. laughing in his ear with his arms wrapped around her tightly. she knew that they could always have started to make their own lives between the time apart.

though her thoughts were halted as the taxi dropped venus off at her parents house. a black g-wagon was parked on the driveway behind venus’ father’s car. she knew the meaning of the car to a particular someone but her mind flew past the fact that it was parked in her driveway. as she walked into her childhood home, she heard voices mingling further in.

“i’m here mom, dad!!” venus announced as she made her way to the kitchen. “my darling, you’re home!!” her mom greeted her with open arms. she smiled as her mother took in her presence. “your father is in the living room, why don’t you say hello” she says, venus nodded and made her way over. though her father swooped the girl into a hug before she’d even made it through the hall. “hello sweetie, so great to have you home now!” he says, “i’m so happy to be back! i’ve missed you both”

“why don’t you greet our guest in the living room” her father says. it wasn’t until he parted away that venus’ chocolate eyes widened at the sight of some untamed brown curls that belonged to the boy of her dreams. her heart began to race, she hadn’t seen his soft face for four years.

matthew’s eyes lit up at the sight of venus. her dark brown hair curled around her face beautifully. they both couldn’t help but smile. as he was about to greet her, before he could speak, venus couldn’t think of anything else to do but lunge in his arms. his warmth, scent, build and husky voice in her ears is what she daydreamed for years. for all one could say, it was her determination to complete her goals so she could come home to him. the one thing she was still missing.

“hi” she says, “hello love” he says, his blue eyes taking in the only person he’s had in his mind. though day after day he was still filled with doubt on whether or not she'd take any interest in him once she came home. if she’d found that perfect person for herself while matthew was away.

“matthew here was just visiting us as he usually does,” venus’ mother said, as she looked at the two of them. venus looked at matty, curious if he really made daily visits to her parents home. “but he has practice to head to, right matthew?”

“yes mrs. burkley.” he said, though he kept his eyes fixed on the girl who kept her hands tugging at his sweater. “i gotta go” he said quietly, venus nodded though didn’t make a move to back away from him. “will you still be joining us for dinner tonight?” mrs. burkley asked matty as he finally forced himself to move away from venus even though his whole body ached to hold her till he couldn’t no more. “of course,” he says, venus’ eyes bright at the proposal. “wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

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around dinner time, matthew didn’t take long before arriving. he wore a dress shirt and some dress pants while venus decided to wear a summery-ish dress that flowed around with her every step. conversation consisted mostly of how perfectly venus’ internship - for a renowned advertising organization - was in new york. matty also shared his highlights of his career of being a professional hockey player for the flames.

though the both couldn't help but hint that everything was perfect except for a part of themselves. the part that knew not having each other made for everything not being enough to bring themselves to true satisfaction. that it wasn’t until they could lie together, legs tangled, bodies as close as humanly possible, and sharing all the sweet nothings that they longed to hear from one another. it isn’t until then, that their hearts would shine as purely, beat as naturally, as they should.

—

a few days had passed since venus’ initial arrival back home. matthew had asked her if she wished to go see one of his games. obviously saying yes maybe a bit too quick than she should’ve, matty sent her the tickets with a slight chuckle escaping his lips. she sat and watched that evening, seeing him skate as swiftly as he always did. before their time apart, she had only watched some of his rookie games when her uni schedule allowed her. though when she was away she’d taken a few nights to watch some of his games, but she had really forgotten how amazing the feeling of being in the arena with all the fans felt.

the game ended, as matthew and the flames won. she waited for him by the lockers, his teammates, old and new, greeted her with kind smiles. “glad you’ll keep him company now. he hasn’t stopped talking about you, it makes us sick.” one of them said to venus, she turned to the man before he walked away.

“wait, do you mean he doesn't have a girlfriend? like at all?” venus asked. even if early this morning she was looking back at all the signs of any possible care matty still has for her, her doubt couldn’t help but stick in her head and distort her thoughts. she wanted nothing more than to find out the truth, “i haven’t seen him even look in a girls direction.” he laughed a bit in which she smiled back.

“venus! how’d you like the game?” matty asked as he jogged to her. she smiled, “so fucking cool!! forgot how much i missed seeing a live game.” he grinned before taking her to his car in the large parking garage. “i have something planned out at my place, if you wanna come over?” matthew asked, fiddling on the steering wheel as they headed out to the nighttime streets of downtown calgary. “sure, i’d love that”

the ride wasn’t too long to matty’s place. venus took her time admiring the feel of exploring the semi empty streets of this beautiful city. the way she used to skip through the puddles of the spring rain and laugh with matthew by her side. snacking on something so mediocre that the two of them just couldn’t help it. matty could see her smile as she drifted through her thoughts, it couldn't help but make him all warm inside. but he thought about who it was that she was dreaming of? if it was the man who’s waiting for her back in new york?

they made their way inside matty’s place, where candles and a pre-prepared meal sat waiting for them. her heart fluttered at the scene in front of her, matthew taking off his suit jacket and venus’ sweater while she stood looking at every itty bitty detail. she spinned around to him as he threw them aside. her eyes skipped from matthew’s eyes to his lips and it took all her confidence to make their lips meet.

after kiss and kiss and kiss, matty didn’t think much before he scooped venus up and made their way to his room. he placed her gently on the bed, her fingers tied in his curls. he chased for her lips as she fell back on the comfy mattress, his hands holding her sides.

“w-wait, venus” matthew spoke, breaking the blissful link of their lips. venus gave a soft whine but she looked into his sad eyes and composed herself from matthew’s toe-curling kisses. “yeah?” she asked, he looked down from her now worried face. she became concerned if she did something wrong, if there really was anything holding them back from being with each other.

“nick. your mother said you’re dating a man named nick back in new york. are you really?” he asked quietly. venus snickered, “my mother never pays attention, does she?” matthew furrowed his brows. “nick? yeah just a guy from my internship who asked me out on one date. just one.”

“you don’t want to go out on more?” matthew asked, pushing a possibility that venus never paid mind to. “matty, i couldn’t feel a single thing for any of them. for anyone who tried to spark a conversation.” matty nodded, surely knowing the feeling, “and- a part of me never wanted to. i kept having this fantasy that when i’d come home, i’d finally get what i always wanted. a particular person who so happened to make it to my parents house before me.”

he smiled, his hands softly beginning to rub her sides. “nick by the way…. well you remember that guy that tried to speak to taryn at any time he could, and brady was like millimetres away from beating him up?” venus said smiling and playing with the collar of mattys dress shirt. “yeah, at the st. patty’s party” she nodded, “yeah well,” she bounced her brows and giggled. “he looks like that? no way” he said, giggling with her. “the resemblance is uncanny. but yeah, my mother is always exaggerating everything, you should know that by now.”

matty nodded, “please she made it seem like a 2 year relationship. but a part of me really did believe it. that you really did move on from what, a childhood crush-” her hands made their way to cup matthews face, “matty i made you a promise, i wasn’t going anywhere.” venus could feel all the uncertainty and hesitation fall from his shoulders. “and i told you i was never going to forget your sweet sweet face”

she smiled, tugging at him to kiss her already. when the two of them broke the kiss for air, a smile crept up at the corners of venus’ lips. “the question is, whether we eat or well, continue in here. what do you think?” matty smirked, laying a teasing kiss on her lips, “i think we’ll work up an appetite later, no?” matty says, pulling a giggling venus up so she could straddle his lap.

“i missed you” venus spoke, letting her arms hook around the back of matty’s neck. “i missed you more, trust me”

shirts ripped off, pants unbuttoned, underwear slipped down. it took no effort to feel like the love filled kids who couldn’t keep their hands off of each other. who couldn’t mask the groans or whines from slipping past their kiss swollen lips. or couldn’t help getting their fingers tangled in each other’s hair, searching for anything to ground them from their euphoric state.

nails scratching against matthew's back, marks taking shape on each other’s neck, a trail of wet kisses leading to venus’ throbbing cunt. she could have sworn that she needed to pinch herself to see if she really was feeling his tongue this time. but now that she tugs at his curls, a tight grip of his hands keeping her thighs from squeezing around his head, she didn’t feel anything but ablaze.

there was such a hunger of having matty fill the void inside of venus. matthew couldn’t count the amount of times he would do anything to feel her wet pussy flutter around his length again. to have her leg hooked up and over his shoulder, just to hear her gasp when he pushed in for what seemed impossibly deeper.

matthew’s warm breath moved from hovering over venus’ neck to her ear. her mouth nipping at his shoulder while his hips harshly bucked into hers. “mine, all mine” he whispered, kissing her jaw.

“all yours” venus whined out, pulling him in for a kiss.

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gravesaint · 3 months

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hi! when i read your post i got so excited bc the whole reason I went back to school (first time in 4 years, since high school!) is to become an archivist and work in a queer archive and help bridge those gaps and educate young ppl abt our history. do you mind answering a few questions of mine about how you got your job? what kind of program were you in, what did u major in, how did you end up working in a queer archive, what’s your job like? I could DM also!

Hello! Thanks for the ask!

So in undergrad I actually majored in art history because I knew I wanted to do some kind of museum/memory institution work, but wasn't really sure what (I went back and forth between curation, conservation, education, etc.). I also got a minor in museum studies!

I then went directly into gradschool because I got lucky with scholarships, and last spring I completed my master's in museum sciences. That program had three different tracks (administrative, education, and collections care), and I went down the collections care track since that aligned most with my desire to do archival work. I also interned in a few different areas at a local museum, and my work with their digitization department is what really cemented the fact that I liked working with collections.

Once I finished my master's, I was actually just on the job hunt when I decided to volunteer at my local equality center as a way to get out of the house and stay active in the community. I started by cleaning out their closets sdhfdjfhd

The volunteer coordinator saw in my email signature that I had a master's in archival and collections care and asked if I'd be willing to look at their history project room (literally a room full of 50+ years of materials that no one had ever organized). They had tried to put together an archival plan for it about 20 years ago, but the project just never took off.

I started by just going through everything and coming up with a preliminary plan for how to start managing the space, and I volunteered once a week for a few months just working on that. Over time my plans got more and more complex and I started treating the position like an actual job because I'm bad at setting boundaries lol. By this time I had actually landed a paying job working at a museum gift shop (not a lot of museum opportunities where I live currently, so I had to take what I could get and it pays the bills).

I spoke often with one of the center's main patrons (an older gay man who has done a lot of philanthropy in my city), and we eventually worked out an agreement for turning what I had already been doing into a paid position. I had already been doing work way beyond the scope of a volunteer (I did a lot of work on our online catalogue while at home or at my other job), and because I kept a record of all the work I had done and projects I had started, it was easier to pitch the idea of a full-time position to the organization's president.

So overall, I came into the position in a kinda unconventional way tbh. But luckily everyone at the center actually values the history and the work I've put in, so they saw the value of hiring me on officially. There are definitely easier ways of getting into archival work, but that's how it happened for me sjdfjdfh

As for what the job is actually like, I detail that in this ask!

My closing advice:

Have better workplace boundaries than me.

Look for ways to apply your skills in unconventional places (I never thought I would be making a career somewhere outside of a museum).

It can be daunting, but try to get as much experience under your belt while still in school as you can (via internships and volunteering), because it helps grow your confidence and it'll be easier for you to promote yourself and your work in the future. Unfortunately most internships probably aren't going to be paid, which is bullshit, but they really do help once you're out of school.

Develop a cocktail of autism, adhd, and ocd that makes you really good at building organizational and archival systems from the ground up (not actually required because chances are you'll find a pre-functioning archive that already has basic protocols in place).

#sorry this is kinda long winded and probably not as interesting as you might have hoped sjdhfdh #and ACTUALLY my partner just got accepted into a phd program so we might be moving at some point soonish #but ive gotten a lot of good references by doing this work #so hopefully trying to find archival work will be a little easier where ever we end up going down the line #asks

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randomingoftherandomness · 8 months

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Fic: Bigger on the Inside

Fandom: Mysterious Lotus Casebook

Tags: Doctor Who AU

A/N: Am I on a roll of working up the weirdest AUs I can get my grubby fic writing hands on? Yes.

It's kind of funny that just yesterday he was a uni student reading law. There'd, or there is, a pile of books he had to finish up on before he started his internship with UNIT that is parked on his study table. Just two hours ago he'd been at a party getting into a fight with someone who called his conspiracy theories about this strange man who was sometimes a woman that had popped up throughout history at significant moments in time

More than that, half an hour ago, Fang Duobing was just shaking his hand out, walking home when a strange man with a tiny lotus leaf sticking out of his breast pocket had gripped him by the arm, eyes big and dark. "Run," he said. And run, Fang Duobing did.

It takes three dead Weeping Angels, two almost lost limbs, a cliffhanger (literally) and a showdown between some weird masked entity and a robotic dog later, did Fang Duobing thought to stop and consider how he and the man who called himself The Doctor could fit in the blue 1960s police box they'd been apparently running around in.

"It's..." The Doctor starts, hands flapping about as he gestures around him. "A bit wibbly wobbly, timey wimey. Too complicated to get into. Point is, there's a swimming pool in the library."

Fang Duobing blinks.

The Doctor shakes his head, grinning -- the look of someone who thrives off being as absolutely mysterious as possible. "I'm sure we have or had bunk beds somewhere... The TARDIS will take you there. If you're staying, of course."

"Staying?"

"Travel with me. You humans do that sometimes," The Doctor says. Fang Duobing catches the way that he tries to nonchalantly press some buttons on the console and fiddle with a couple of switches.

Fang Duobing crosses his arms. Tilting his head at him. "If I say no?"

"If you say no, I drop you home. You go to bed and the next day you go about your life and I'll hopefully be someone you can think of sometimes." The Doctor shrugs, looking up at the central column that hums in an almost response to him.

Fang Duobing thinks about the pile of books. He thinks about the classes and the path ahead of him and wonders what it'd be like to see the stars instead.

He steps up. Pressing his shoulder to the Doctor's and lets him take his hand with a laugh and position it on a lever.

"All of time and space, and this funny blue box to take you to all of them. Where do you want to start?"

Unable to stop the big smile on his face and the stars in his eyes from catching in the light of the TARDIS' central console, he pulls down on a lever, laughing when the TARDIS trills in response.

"Let's start everywhere!"

#mysterious lotus casebook #mysterious lotus casebook fic #gab writes stuff #fang duobing #li lianhua #li xiangyi

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word count : 1.4k

genre : angst but not to the point you'd need tissues; gn!reader

tw : death(?) [very vague tbh]

a/n : not the best at writing angst but writing this while listening to sad songs 👌👌 enjoy !!

that day. you just wished your professor didn't drag the class. wished you didn't run late. wished you brought your charger. wished you were too busy to notice. wished you didn't meet her. wished that she was still yours.

that bus stop shared your first encounter with her. as usual, you were running late, again, for your part-time job at a cafe a few minutes down the road. you could have just walked, or even ran over to the cafe but you decided to take the bus that day. you still had to wait for minutes for the bus to arrive.

your phone died on you when you wanted to text your manager, leaving you no choice but to ask for someone's phone. you happened to lay your eyes on a young lady as she was seated next to you, an evident gap between you and her. she had her hair tied up into a ponytail, with fairly casual clothes. you assumed she was a college student like you were. there wasn't anyone else nearby so you attempted to ask for her help.

'hey there, sorry to bother. may I borrow you phone for a second? I need to call someone urgently.'

'umm, sure. here.'

she whipped her head to your direction when she heard your voice calling out for her. you swore your heart stopped for a second before you remembered your intention on bothering the stranger. you accepted the phone from her hand, slightly brushing your fingers across her hand. the feeling of it tingled your heart, as if sparks flew when they came in contact.

you knew this stranger wasn't gonna be just a stranger in your life. after finishing up what you had intended to do, you returned the phone to its owner.

'thank you so much, I would have lost my job if I ran late without a reason again.'

'it's nothing. glad I could be of help.'

'if you don't mind, you can always drop by Gooreum Cafe. it'll be on the house, as a return of favor.'

'oh thank you. sure, maybe tomorrow? will you be in?'

'yeah, feel free to come anytime. I work the whole day on Thursdays.'

the chat carried on until you reached your destination. you and her exchanged goodbyes as she still had a few stops before she would get down. not gonna lie, you were reluctant to get to work and just talk with her but you knew, you had just met her. taking things slow was only right. but that time, you didn't know.

from the short trip, you got to know her name, jimin. she was majoring in performing arts at the same college with yours and also the same age. weird that you have never seen her on the campus though it does make sense since you took architecture, where both majors were in total opposite blocks.

your colleagues eyed you as they were worried. you were smiling the entire time you entered the cafe, even after being told off by your manager. all that didn't matter. what only had your attention was the cute girl you met earlier. perhaps you were in love.

everything went well. she came over to the cafe, you spent more and more time with her, and she seemed to feel the same way for you, the same you did for her. you two would go out on seemingly 'dates' together where you have lunch, watch the movies and even go to the amusement park together. all that was left was the confession to happen and you could call her your girlfriend.

just the thought of it made you giddy and shy. you were so grateful that such an angel entered your life and probably reciprocated the romantic feelings, and she actually did. you confessed to her after setting up a rooftop movie date and surprise to tell her that you liked her, loved her.

word spread fast on campus that you two were dating. some were supportive, some were jealous and some were just minding their own business. everything was working well, you were dating jimin, you started an internship at a rather famous company and your family was slowly doing well financially. you couldn't ask for more and you didn't. what you had was just perfect, too perfect to be true. you never once doubted things that you experienced as you always believed what you see.

which is why you were so sure that things were doing fine with you and jimin, when they actually weren't. you could sense that she was acting rather distant than usual. you asked her what was wrong but she'd just return a smile and grasp your hand to assure that she's fine. brushing whatever you felt intuitively, you trusted her. but you shouldn't have. she was drifting away from you and you couldn't have known, because you were so busy with everything else, you neglected her. at the very moment she needed you the most.

jimin felt depressed with how she was not good enough for you, how she could not execute dance moves like others in her major and how her family was falling apart. she needed your comfort and support but every time she called you, it went straight to the voicemail box. she was getting tired, tired of waiting and tired of the relationship. she lost the feeling of butterflies in her stomach whenever she's with you. you couldn't have known, or perhaps you were just so oblivious.

the day finally came, she broke it off with you, leaving you in pieces that you don't know if you could fix. it was sudden to you. what you assumed had gone so well actually was on the verge of falling apart. and you did nothing to hold it together before it did.

crying over spilt milk wasn't the solution but you had to try. where was this you when things were still fine? you'd go over to jimin's apartment to ask for a second chance but you only received silence as your answer. it went on for a month and a little more. even the neighbours pitied you when they pass by. you didn't mind that you were receiving stares, what had mattered is that jimin finally opened the door for you. but only her to push her way past you to head out.

the temporary smile fell as it was replaced with a hurt expression. you had no right to be hurt but what could you do? it hurt so bad that you wished you could turn back time and realize that jimin mattered more than anything else to you. plopping on your apartment bed, you made up your mind. you fished out your phone to text her.

'can we meet at the bus stop at 4? I want to talk to you.'

no reply but she had read it. you had to give it a shot. dressed decently, you remembered to bring your power bank along in case your phone died. arriving there, you reminisced all the memories you had with jimin. your first encounter, your first date, the confession, your first kiss on new year's and the very last smile you saw on her face. before you knew that she was already falling out of love.

the first hour passed and still no sight of your beloved. you were determined to win her back, although you already knew she wasn't with you anymore. you didn't want to believe. you needed confirmation that you and her were over, and this was the very moment.

the second hour had gone, soon followed by the third. and the fourth was coming. it was almost 8 already and everyone else seemed so happy. and there you were. heart-broken and disheveled from the waiting. you finally accepted the truth, the truth that jimin wanted you out of her life. the amount you were so in love was the amount it hurt, hell you bet it was more. you wondered, if she had felt the pain too.

you didn’t want to believe it, that she actually didn't. because you were the one who loved her more than she loved you. and it took you 114 traffic light changes to realize that.

laying on the hospital bed, your eyes slowly drooped, smiling but a tear dropped. you loved her, and only her. yet she’ll never come to know.

#karina #yu jimin #aespa #aespa angst #aespa imagines #aespa scenarios #aespa x reader #karina x reader

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lowkeyclueless5137 · 10 months

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Some random AU idea:

A twst x HP au

Where Riddle's mother was Petuan and Lily's older sister, but then she one day went missing. No one in the magical world know of her existence, for even though she has magic, her magic is not of the magical world, but of otherworldly magic. You could say she was like an Alice.

Anyway, years went bay and neither of their new families know about it. Why should they? Went neither Madam Roseheart nor Petunia know about each other's wellbeing, and the less said about Lily's, the better.

But it all change when Trisizard Tournament happen. I like to imagine it happen a year after the whole twst cannon, so the 2nd years are all now 3rd years and all. Anyway, the shenanigans happen and along the way Riddle became friends with Harry, somehow. So the next year happen, Riddle now is a 4th year, and he want to study law. But he is interested with the other world, and since the twst world want to mingle and now more about their otherworld brethren, they let some of their fine young mages to get their internship there to study more about that world. Riddle is one of them.

Anyway, since Riddle is a boy and he is mostly close to Harry, he choose to stay with him. Harry, after so many begging and deals with the Dursley (promising them that Riddle is 100% normal (pfft, no), and he want to study law and is really smart), he manage to secure a place for Riddle in his house (re: prison).

Now, last year, there was some fiasco that happen. Considering of Riddle's so familiar look to them. Red hair as beautiful as roses, pretty face that can make any doll and flowers weep at his beauty. A brilliant mind unlike many other. So achingly similar to a now lost woman they used to know. Even Harry was surprised at first.

Now Riddle finally meet the Dursley. Petunia, upon first meeting him, feels the same familiarity like those in the magical world. But she brushed it aside, refuse to dwell on long forgotten scar. But when Riddle introduces himself and then told them of his Mother's name, all hell break loose for Petunia's perfect little life.

For here stood right in front of her, a boy so painfully similar to a long lost little sister. A son of a famous doctor, who bare the name of a long lost older sister, never to be known where she has gone or what may happen to her.

I was finishing V3's first chapter today when I remembered to turn on my wifi on the phone and got the notification :v

I put under the cut the whole thing bc it's big :v

So then, you can have for backstory Petunia and Lily kinda falling off the good terms with Mrs Rosehearts. I guess she could be older... Maybe around 5-7 years older, therefore have a big age gap which makes their relationship a bit stranded on the early stages, because it was clear that Mrs Rosehearts would start school and have responsibilities more earlier than the 2 younger sisters, which would leave less time for bonding.

So when she went missing, the worry was obviously more prominent on the parent's side. Not to say Petunia and Lily were worried as well, but while their parents were pursuing this relentlessly, in between the sisters it will evolve like some taboo subject due to the more distant relationship.

So that would influence Petunia and Lily as well. Like it would be clear that the oldest sibling will be a role model. Mrs Rosehearts was a perfectionist and gutsy woman. Maybe Lily took the guts while Petunia the perfectionism. Miraculously, they keep on touch. That would lessen everyone's worries about the missing part, but still, only through small letters, who never mentioned anything about where she was or what she was doing.

Fast forward and Lily hits the bucket. With the death being announced, Mrs Rosehearts broke contact as well, clearly not being able to come in touch again. For Petunia to be hit to take care of Harry was like a jab in the stomach. Not only she lost now 2 sisters, but the infant of Lilly was now put into her care.

And it was clear that all was due to magic. So when Harry was basically confirmed to be a wizard, it was obvious that Petunia would want even the less ties or closure with him, KNOWING full well that the magical world only will take Harry away too. It was just a matter of time.

Fast forward with her condoning Dudely and Veron's whole foul treatment of Harry. The Hogwarts letter arrive and off is Harry to get whisked away to the magical world, just how his mother was. Him making friends and going through all sorts of adventures. It was very resemblant of Lily's past there.

Cue book 4 happening and through the power of almighty narrative (that I won't elaborate more bc I don't know how exactly for now) We have the twst cast yeeted and the goblet of fire chooses again Idia. (ok, it's for shits and giggles this one, because crack)

Harry meets Riddle and both become friends. There were many differences in between the 2 magical worlds, so Riddle, a well knowledgeable person about that, whould be like a second Hermione, except apparently way more easy to piss off and way more violent. :v

To fall better in place, I would say that the goblet of fire still happened during Riddle's 2nd year, so we can expand on book 5 by making it Riddle's 3rd year.

That would flesh even better the bond the 2 would build. Adding to it that most likely Riddle would use his UM on the pink toad, discovering that, despite the magic differences, the collars can still block magic from being casted even to this other type of wizards. Which makes it a veritable weapon against Voldy. This also can be highlighted better if Riddle and let's say Deuce and Azul would join in the ministry busting. It would bring the news to the death eaters and realise 'oh shit, we can't get collared or we'll be done for'. :3

And realising the actual magnitude of the situation, it makes even the more reason for Riddle to stay the summer with Harry. They had a trump card.(also Malleus being salty af for his buddy, Cedric, hitting the bucket) so if voldy tries some funny shit, just collar him then beat the shit out of him! Problem solved! :3

Cue Harry making the begging to the Dursleys and getting a pass.

And at first, everything seems OK. Riddle was a polite lil boy. Now the fact that Dudely was a lil shit to him was a negligeectable thing.

But he brings an air of familiarity and some of his reaction and responses are hitting close to home for Petunia.

Cue her investigating and figuring out why Riddle has such a familiar resemblance. Being clueless about it, when asked about his parents, Riddle just says the usual. His mom was a doctor as well as his father and currently both were at his home country. Simple as that.

And that hits even harder for Petunia, which realises that her oldest sister, the only sister remaining alive, was in fact well on her own, having a separate life from her. She raised a son and managed to cut and erase any ties with her roots.

So Petunia might come to realise that maybe, the magical world wasn't really the one to blame entirely. And she sees that when he sees Riddle acting just like a normal magicless boy. He had that aura of possessing magical powers, but he didn't talk about it, show it or even perk in at the mention of it.

Maybe out of all the unresolved grief and loss, Petunia starts to realise her wrongs and consider that maybe, it is still time to mend things better :v.

#twisted wonderland #HP X twst #asks :3 #I don't really have much idea for this one :v

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Hello ! Me again with another request 😉

Can you write something where Max F and the reader are best friends like very close best friends and the reader went to studie abroad in South Africa, she went there to do a 6 months Erasmus and a internship of couples months in the wine industry. Their friends come to visit her all together and sometimes just Max, living clues for the fan the family and friends on social media when it’s only Max and her on trip (so they can talk about everything, how he and her are feeling, him with thinking going back to racing..) and then around Goodwood festival she comes home to surprise them after several months without seeing each other’s and see Max race and after they are going to silverstone all the weekend to watch Lando race and to be to be there for Max for all the quadrant thing. Plus everyone is so happy that she’s back, the fans living the contents, interaction between the two of them, even with fans, that they are given and secretly wants them to be together;)

I think I Have a million ideas for request with Max F 😂

Thankkk youuuu

Hi Anon! So sorry that this took so long to get to you. (i wont burden you with all my excuses 😬) honestly, send all your ideas, throw them at me. Hope you enjoy ❤️

Home - Max Fewtrell

gender neutral first person pov // 1719 words // just a lot of missing places and people

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Home away from was beautiful. The view from my bedroom window was just vineyards that stretched out for acres. I sat on my bed watching as the sunset turned the sky golden. My colleges had been right: there was nothing quite like an African sunset.

It had been an enjoyable two months so far but as I got used to the new routine, homesickness was starting to creep in. of course the people here were nice; different from what I was used to; but I missed my friends.

Bzzzt! My phone buzzed in my hand.

“Hi, Max,” I said as I answered.

“Hey. Are you busy?”

“If I was busy, would I have picked up?”

“Ok, fair point.”

Talking on the phone, my best friend sounded so nearby: like I could reach out and touch him.

“So, how’s it been? Are you missing us yet?” Max asked and I could feel my chest pull tight.

“Yeah, it’s been good. ‘Lekker’ as the locals say.”

That made him chuckle.

“And?” He prompted.

“And I do miss you guys. A lot,” I said as I fiddled with the hem of my shirt. “It kind of hit me toady how long it’s going to be before I see anyone again.”

The line went quiet for a moment and I was afraid we’d lost connection.

Max finally broke the silence.

“Well, about that…”

It was chaos. But it was exactly what I had expected it to be. Max had been the first person to hug me at the airport and for a brief moment, as I was held in his arms, it felt like I was home.

The entire drive back to the wine estate was noisy: everyone catching me up on what had been going on, where they’d been. Occasionally id interrupt just to give them the run down on the SA lingo (“it’s called a ‘robot’ not a traffic light.”) and that would cause even more chaos and the cycle would start over again.

I knocked on the door to Max’s room before going in. he looked up from his unpacking and smiled.

“Hey…”

“Hey,” I said back.

“Before I forget, L and L told me to tell you they’re sorry that they cnt make it.”

“Yeah, its fine.” I sat on the bed. “The fact that you guys came at all is…”

Max plopped down next to me, taking my hand in his.

“We weren’t going to let you go lonely. I certainly wasn’t even if no one else wanted to come.”

It felt good to have my best friend next to me again. To hear his voice in person. Breath the same air.

“Is that why you’re staying longer than everybody else?” I asked.

“Sort of.” He rubbed the back of my hand with his thumb. “Plus, I wanted to make sure you and I got some time together without anyone else…”

Max was cut off but his phone buzzing and Niran’s name lit up the screen.

“Doing that…” He finished before answering.

I simply waited and thought about how lucky I was to have Max in my life.

The week I spent with my friends was probably the most fun id had since id arrived three, almost four, months ago. We went all over the vineyard, into town, to the river with the little waterfall (despite it not being warm enough to swim). Id laughed so hard my cheeks had hurt and talked so much I thought my tongue would fall out. I had missed them. And I was probably going to miss them even more when they left.

The night before they were due to fly out, we had a huge barbeque (sorry, a braai) curtesy of the estate owner.

I sat with my shoulders tucked under Max’s arm, savouring the scene of my friends enjoying themselves.

“Smile for the camera!” someone called out just as Max and I were blinded by the flash. “Naw, that’s so cute. Definitely posting that one.”

Max just sighed as I laughed.

“You wont really miss that, will you?” he asked.

“Maybe. But it is the only reason we have any photos together.”

“True.”

I thought about it for a second.

“Promise me that while its just you and me this next week, we’ll take some photos.”

Max looked me in the eyes.

“Promise.”

Despite having to get back to work and Max having some of his own duties to attend to, I took every moment I could spare to spend time with him.

“Did I tell you that I’ve been asked to drive at Goodwood this year?”

We sat outside in the sun, eating lunch together.

“No, you didn’t. That’s awesome!”

“Yeah, it’s going to be pretty cool.”

Max took a bit of his food even though it looked like he had more to say. It was like he wasn’t sure if he should say It or not.

“If someone gave you the chance to race again,” I said. “Would you?”

“In a heartbeat,” he answered without hesitation. “Funny you should ask that because it’s been on my mind a lot recently.”

“If it means anything to you, I think you should go for it.”

“Of course, it means something to me,” Max said, almost laughing. “Your opinion means everything to me.”

I felt my cheeks go warm and swiftly changed the topic to something that wouldn’t make me feel mushier inside.

Late morning sun peaked through the window and warmed up the room. I lay with my head on Max’s lap as he sat in his bed.

“So, no girlfriend then?” I continued to badger him.

“No,” Max laughed.

“No boyfriend either?”

“Shut up.” Max covered my mouth with his hand. “There’s no one back home. No one can replace you anyways.”

My eyes went wide as I looked at him. His lazy smile; messy curls; those ocean-esc eyes.

Max removed his hand as he spoke.

“Do you want me to have a girlfriend?”

Truthfully, I didn’t. I wanted to keep him all to myself.

“I want you to be happy, Max.”

He didn’t even pause before he spoke again.

“I’m happy when I’m with you.”

Slowly, I sat up. Max and I were so close, I could’ve sworn I could hear his heartbeat.

“There’s something I’ve wanted to do for a while now,” Max said quietly, his eyeline shifting all over my face. “But I don’t know if I’m brave enough to do it.”

“Do it anyways,” I encouraged him.

Max didn’t need a second invitation before pressing his lips onto mine.

‘Aw, so cute!’

‘If Max doesn’t marry them, I will.’

‘Lucky…’

‘Power couple ❤️’

I scrolled through the comments on the Instagram post. It was a selection of photos of us together from the time we’d spent together in South Africa. The caption read ‘I’ll see you again soon ❤️’

I laughed quietly to myself in the back of the taxi. Little did Max know exactly how soon it would be.

“Aaaah! You’re back!”

In spite of the clouds in the sky, I felt radiant as I hugged Ria tightly.

“We’re so glad you’re here!” She spoke.

“I’m happy to be back.” We stepped apart. “I mean South Africa was beautiful but…”

“You belong here,” Ria completed my sentence for me.

“Look who it is!” Lando’s voice was a sound for sore ears.

I beamed as he and Luisa came into view.

“Hey, you two!”

The greetings kept coming as more people joined us but finally, we got down to business.

“Max went to suit up,” Lando informed me. “He should be driving in about ten minutes.”

Luisa took my arm and lead me, and everyone else, out of the Quadrant gazebo.

“I can’t wait to see him,” I confessed.

“Don’t worry,” Lando said. “He’s keen to see you too. Even if he doesn’t know it yet.”

The crowd cheered as the old McLaren pulled up. A light drizzle was coming down but we didn’t care. I especially didn’t care even though someone kindly tried to hold an umbrella over my head. I was leaning too far over the barrier for it to be of any use.

Eventually, the driver climbed out, sporting his black and yellow Quadrant race suit and his specially designed helmet (that I’d helped him to choose). I could feel the energy of everyone behind me as they waited for Max to notice.

Instead, he took his sweet time removing his gear, talking to the reporters, posing for photos.

“This is getting ridiculous,” Lando mumbled before yelling out. “Oi! Max! Look over here, mate!”

After two agonising months apart, Max’s eyes met mine. It was like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing; his mouth fell open and he froze.

I felt people pushing and lifting me over the barriers and it took no time at all before I found myself in Max’s embrace.

“What are you doing here, love?” He sounded stunned.

Oh, I’d missed that voice in my ear.

“I’m home,” was all I could say.

Max kissed me deeply, much to the delight of all our friends who cheered loudly.

But honestly, none of that mattered. I was with my best friend once again.

“When was the last time you were at a Grand Prix?”

I could barely hear Max over the hustle and bustle around us. It was the one thing that I felt like I could never get used to: all the chaos of a race weekend.

I stood up on my toes to reach Max’s ear.

“Probably about a year ago. Last year’s British GP.”

He nodded before placing a kiss on my head.

“Can we get a picture of the happy couple?” The Quadrant photographer positioned himself in front of us.

I felt Max’s arm slip around my waist as I sidled up to him.

“Lovely, lovely,” the photographer said and I heard the click click of the camera shutter. “And another one. Thanks. The fans are going to love these.”

And just like that he was gone again.

I stayed at Max’s side, safe from anything and everything.

“Are you alright, love?” He asked, fingers trailing up and down my side.

I smiled at him: my friend, my partner, my love.

“I’m just glad to be home.”

#yeet!#take this and that!#hoenstly Anon i was really excited about adding all the south africanisms #this country really is one of a kind #also if you want to allocate yourself a nickname for your asks you are totally welcome to do that #max fewtrell fanfic #max fewtrell x reader #Mouse Writes #ThatKindaVibe

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ceterisparibus116 · 1 year

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First off, thank you for answering my ask about when law student internships take place vs what we see in Daredevil! I've ended up going with how they do it in the show (after graduation vs during law school) due to timeline issues, which brings me to my ask:

How common (and/or feasible) is it to not go directly from undergrad to law school? I'm trying to figure out if I want to either

1. Make Matt Murdock a few years younger than most info I've found on him suggests he is (this is for Netflix Daredevil), because we know for certain he met Foggy when starting law school in 2010, which fits for finishing in Spring 2013, then would have them leave L&Z around Spring 2014, just in time for season 1 to start around late summer/early fall 2014. If we assume he goes right from undergrad to law school, then he'd have started undergrad in fall 2006, and if we assume he went right to undergrad after highschool and finished high school 'on time', then that would put his birth year as 1988 (assuming the school district bases age/grade restrictions on calendar year vs academic).

2. Have him be the age the stuff I'm finding suggests, which has him born in 1985, and thus pad in the years somewhere - maybe grade school for life event related reasons, or maybe between schools (high-undergrad or undergrad-grad). For the purposes of the fic I'm writing, having that come between undergrad and law school would make the most sense, but I'd like that to be something that would actually happen (and not for special deferment programs - essentially he'd take a couple years off for mental health reasons, not for a project or job).

TBH, I'm leaning more towards having it all go straight through so he's 28 during Defenders (fall 2016) instead of 31 (which most seem to agree he is), because it simplifies my life lol, but I figure I'll hit all my bases and see what works best overall.

Thank you again! 💜

Of course! Happy to help!

It's very common to not go directly from undergrad to law school. Now, that's mostly for people who got another job after undergrad because they hadn't yet realized they wanted to go to law school at all, and then they attend law school later in life to start a new career.

However, other people might spend a year or two after undergrad for any number of reasons, such as to work and save up for law school (which is incredibly expensive even with scholarships), and I could see Matt doing that. Other people might want to travel (which...yeah, I don't see Matt doing that lol). Still others might need to take time off to recover from the stress of undergrad.

Personally, I'd say it makes most sense for Matt to go straight from undergrad to law school. He's known he wants to be a lawyer for years; he's not going to travel the world; and though perhaps he should take a year off in-between to get some therapy or something, I absolutely do not believe that's something he'd actually do.

You can go either way in your fic, but I'd say keeping him younger makes more sense.

And besides, it's your fic - my motto with fics is "you can do anything you can justify," and I definitely think you can justify this.

After all, the only fact about DD's timeline that we can all agree upon is that it makes zero sense.

#matt murdock #daredevil #asks #ask me things i'm friendly

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channajen · 2 years

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Chapter 11 is live!

Chapter 11 of “Batman, Meet Team Phantom” is now up! (I posted early because the last chapter had many feels.) This is story 5 in the “Ghosts in Gotham” series. Check it out HERE! Or jump to the first story HERE.

Chapter 11 Summary: Danny finally wakes up! Jazz and Danny have some sibling bonding time. The Martian Manhunter has a long talk with Jazz, and Jazz and Jason take a walk together.

Teaser: Jazz was at his side in less than a minute. She ran her hands over his sweaty forehead and pushed his shaggy bangs out of his face. “It’s ok, little brother. You’re ok now. We both are. You can rest now. We’re safe, Danny. We’re all safe.”

A damp hand reached up and covered Jazz’s. “We made it out? Everyone’s ok?” Danny’s whisper was cracked and hoarse.

Tears trekked down the red-head’s face and kissed her smile. “Yes, little bro. Everyone is safe, and we are all ok.”

The doctors who had been hovering watched as the monitors over Danny’s head returned to his “normal” baseline. His heart rate slowed, and his temperature dropped. His ectoplasm was reading stable, steady, and strong. The lead doctor looked at Jazz. “It looks like he’s starting to settle pretty well after that little hiccup. Whatever you just told him really helped.”

Jazz blushed; she hadn’t done anything special. She looked down at her brother, who was fighting sleep. She gave him a big smile, and the battered and bruised teen returned it with one of his own. Danny murmured, “Jazz, you’re the best big sister ever…” Then his breathing slowed down, and he drifted off into a true, easy sleep.

Jazz kept running her fingers through his hair. It comforted her just as much as it helped him. Their sibling bond was a source of great strength and comfort for the two of them. It had seen them through trials, trouble, danger, and neglect. Now there was a good chance it would see them through happier times. Jazz leaned down and whispered into her brother’s ear. “We’re never going to live in fear again, little brother. Never again.”...

....Jazz daintily picked up her tray and dropped it at the bussing station nearby. She looked over to where Jason was waiting by the doors and grinned. Steady steps took her right to his side, and together they walked down the hallway.

“So, Mr. Hood. I hear that you protect the less fortunate people in Gotham City. How does that affect your free time?” Jazz shot Jason a wicked look.

“Hmm…” The voice modulator buzzed. “It does take up a lot of my time in the evenings, but I tend to have more free time in the day for…other pursuits.” Jason was smiling under the red hood.

“I’ll have to keep that in mind—especially if I want to work and finish my degree at Gotham University.” She looked straight ahead.

Even through the modulator, Hood’s surprise could be heard. “You’ve already decided to move to Gotham permanently??”“Well, I’ve been told that I have an apartment complete with roommates that will be attending Gotham U with me. Plus, I have been offered an internship as a counselor for…youths with interesting lives.”

Bruce had neglected to mention that to Jason. The information must have gotten lost in the craziness of the last 24 hours. “Sounds like a nice position. Do you think you’re going to take it?”

“Well, the timing will depend on how long it takes me and my brother to get settled, but, yes, I am thinking that I’ll take the position.” She turned at the intersection where the two had to part. “Do you come to the Metro area often?” Jazz’s eyes were soft.

“I certainly will be there more often now than I have been previously.” The pair stood face to face and the energy radiating between them was nearly palpable.

***Read the whole chapter at A03!***

#danny phantom #batman #justice league #ghost king danny #dp x dc #Anger management - relationship #wayne family adventures

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sylphidine · 3 months

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[Fic] Call Signs, Chapter 35

Fandom: Deltarune

‘Verse: Human AU

Pairings: Swatch/Spamton [Swatchton]; Spamton/T.M. [SpamManager or Tasqueton, not quite sure of the ship name]

Characters: Terese Marlena Tinker [previously T.M. Tanner], Catechu Dyer, Indigo Dyer, Spamton Addison, Swatch Paletta, Julius Dyer, Desiree Dyer, Kirov Rouvin

Rating: Mature

Chapter title: Bootstrapped Leitmotif

Chapter summary: Spring is newly sprung. Our cast of characters has some adjustments to make, some minor, some major.

Author notes: Wow, two chapters in a single week?

Happy International Fanworks Day.

No trigger warnings, but content warnings for present alcohol use and past dubious consent.

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T.M. had wasted no time in changing desire into action. After getting her mother to hand over all the official originals of the documents T.M. would need, she sent a notarized letter to Mrs. Tanner stating her request for a cessation of all unsolicited contact.

[T.M. had wanted to send the letter to the attention of "the future Mrs. Horseface Fucker", but Swatch and Spamton between them had talked her out of it.]

Letter sent, T.M. started the process of getting her name legally changed to Terese Marlena Tinker.

Washing dishes side by side with Catechu in Spamton's and Swatch's kitchen a few days later, she ticked off verbal bullet points to explain her thinking. “This is New York, the home of red tape. It’s gonna take months, no matter what the site says about six to eight weeks. It’s probably better for me to get this nailed down before my job starts in July. Easier for HR, easier for any place where I end up signing a lease."

Indigo looked up from where he was finishing icing the brownies he'd made. "You're still going to be able to use TMT for your initials. That's smart. Keep your brand, kind of."

"That's the idea."

Catto finished drying a plate and slotted it into the dish drain. Paying no attention to T.M.'s wet hands or the running water, he picked her up and twirled her around. "You're still my big sis, no matter what your name is. You can smack my head if I slip up and call you Tabsy."

"Same here. And chances are I'll mess up more than that galoot," added Indo, pointing at his twin. "He's had practice, at least."

"Oh? Do tell." Back on her feet now, T.M. abandoned the sink and moved to sit at the table, eyeing the brownies hungrily.

"Yeah, well, it's like this." Catechu rubbed the back of his head, looking sheepish. "Kendra's got a brother who used to be her sister, and now he's Emmett instead of Emily, and I don't always remember, so it's just easier for me to say 'Em' when I talk about her. Him, I mean."

This seemed to unlock some kind of heartfelt logjam, because Catto then burst out with, "I never had trouble when Swatch started wanting to be 'they'. So why is it so hard for me to hear you changing your name?"

Indigo looked at T.M., and she looked back at him. She got up and patted Catechu’s arm.

The big man was shaking. "Everything's changing, and I hate it."

The only thing T.M. could think of saying, "You both can still call me Tabsy."

Catto turned away and picked up another dish to dry that didn’t need to be dried. He said gruffly, “What the hell is taking Swatch and Spamton so long? There can’t be that many different kinds of cough drops at Pathmark.”

T.M. wisely did not point out that Swatch and Spamton had been gone less than ten minutes.

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The two of them passed the registered letter back and forth.

ADDISON CYBERNETICS

1997 CIRCUIT DRIVE, SUITE 356

WHITE PLAINS, NY 10610

March 17, 2022

Dear Mx. Paletta:

Congratulations! I’m thrilled to extend an offer for our mask design internship in our Integrated Circuit Layout department at Addison Cybernetics.

Your start date will be Monday, June 6, 2022. On your first day, you will report directly to Sam Chua. Your internship will take place between the hours of 9am and 4:30pm, with a cap at 48 hours per week should additional projects require it.

We’re pleased to offer you a salary of $82.300 for the year’s internship, to be broken into weekly payments of $1582.69.

At Addison Cybernetics, we pride ourselves on creating informative and rewarding experiences for our interns. That’s why you can look forward to receiving 1:1 mentorship, learning and development opportunities, and access to company privileges

To accept this offer, please sign and return this letter by March 31, 2022. In the meantime, feel free to reach out with any questions. We look forward to welcoming you to the team.

Sincerely,

Anne Demetriou

Human Resources, Addison Cybernetics

AD/glb

“I can’t believe how fast they made up their minds. I only interviewed a week ago.”

“It’s to the c-c-company’s benefit not to - not to waste time.”

“I don’t know whether to kiss this letter or to frame it.”

“The f-f-first thing you need to do with that letter is sign all three copies and date - date them, s-s-send two of’em back, and THEN you c-can kiss the last one and put it under - our pillow.”

“Good thinking.”

“B-b-but you do know they’re lowballing you, right?”

“How so?”

“They’re g-g-going to make you do a full engineer’s work for the absolute minimum they can - they can g-get away with.”

“I don’t care. It’s a foot in the door. Besides, most of the engineering internships I looked at last year before Fairlight got sick paid less than half that.” “Shit. I t-take it back. You’re gonna be a k-king, king.”

“Thank you.”

Spamton pulled Swatch down on top of him with surprising strength and kissed them fiercely. “So, so proud of you,” he murmured into Swatch’s hair.

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"Hello, fellow dreamers, this is DJ Dreamweaver. Before we all cross tonight's highways of fantasy together, so I can help you forget today's pain, I've got two announcements to make.

“First, and on the trivial side, due to seasonal shift changes here at WRCI, I’m pleased to announce that the DJ Dreamweaver show will be moving next week, starting on the 29th, to the Tuesday evening 8pm to 10pm slot. DJ Zonker will be burning the midnight oil with you on Wednesdays in my place to help you survive the midweek blues.

"Second, and much more importantly, don't forget that WRCI, the Nifty 850, the station that rocks a whole square block, will have a booth at the Seeds of Peace Festival in Garlic Park next month on Saturday, April 8th, rain or shine. The Seeds of Peace Festival is a fundraiser for relief efforts in Ukraine. Eight DJs from WRCI, including yours truly, will be spinning tunes from 8am until midnight for a sixteen-hour dance marathon to raise money for Ukraine. Sign up sheets and pledge forms are available to download from our website, or else pick up your hard copy from DJ Kaard in his office at the Student Union during station hours.

“Now it’s time to open the show with the late and much-missed Tom Petty, backed by his Heartbreakers and Jeff Lynne, performing ‘Learning To Fly’.”

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The vibrant, art-filled walls of SpaHa Soul never failed to send a shiver of happiness down Swatch’s spine. The Friday night after they got their offer letter, they followed Uncle Julius to a corner glass-topped table, while Indigo pulled out a chair for Aunt Desiree. Catechu chatted with the guitarist setting up for the evening’s set and waved at Artist T., just emerging from the kitchen with plates for the group of diners in the opposite corner.

Uncle Julius had found this place about eight years ago and it had become THE go-to place for Dyer-Paletta family celebrations.

And tonight they were here to celebrate Indo and Catto’s getting summer internships at the Wythe in Williamsburg, as well as Swatch’s internship.

“Chef’s choice tonight, sir,” Uncle Julius said to Artist T., after getting a hearty backslap from the proprietor. “All three of these fine young people, going out into the world and making their mark!”

“It’s a better world for you all being in it,” agreed Artist T., making a note on his pad and heading back through the swinging doors.

“I like the new glasses, honey,” Aunt Desiree commented to Swatch. “You look good in aviators, and brown is a nice color for you.”

Swatch nodded.”The tint’s helpful for cutting out blue light, and since I expect I’m going to be spending a lot more time in front of screens with the new job, I figured they were worth a splurge.”

On the other side of the table, Indo was listing off all the different areas in the boutique hotel where he and his twin would be working during their ten weeks. “I don’t know how I’m going to keep a straight face when I’m answering phones and directing calls to ‘Le Crocodile’. It’ll probably get easier after a while. At least ‘Bar Blondeau’ sounds more normal. Only thing I’m worried about is getting there on time every day.”

“Better than the commute would have been if we’d gotten the gig at The Ludlow. That commute would have been a real bitch.” Catto caught his mother’s glare and muttered, “Sorry, mom. It would have been a real bear .”

Uncle Julius laughed and then turned to Swatch. “You’re going to be cutting it awfully fine, between graduation and starting this new job. You’d better start looking at apartments now if you don’t think your landlady will extend your lease past June.”

“I know. Even with a decent salary, I’m either going to have to spend all my time commuting or all my money on a shoebox to live in.” They realized that it sounded like they were complaining, and quickly added with a laugh in their voice, “Or I could ask my favorite aunt to use her real estate agent superpowers and her mad networking skills.”

“That’s the spirit,” Aunt Desiree answered. “We’re not going to leave you out in the cold, even if you have to stay with us for a month or so while you’re getting your feet under you. You’ve got family, don’t forget.

Swatch smiled back at her. “I will never forget that.”

“And don’t forget we’re proud of you. All three of you,” Uncle Julius interjected, waving his hand to include his sons. “Not a bad apple in the bunch.”

“Thanks, Pop,” Indo replied for himself and for his brother. “Especially thanks for being such a good sport about us not working at Ambit Automation.” “Oh, you boys might still end up there if the economy tanks. Luxury disappears, but people always need manufacturing. Look at the Brooklyn Navy Yards. That’s as big a comeback as the Jazz beating the Nuggets.”

“But the boys are using their degrees,” Aunt Desiree pointed out. “Degrees that you and I both approved of, husband mine.”

“Yes, dear.”

At that moment Artist T. and Amber swooped in with platters of fried chicken, stuffed pork chops, coconut rice, spicy yams, and collard greens, enough to feed an army.

Catechu raised his glass. “To family.”

Four glasses clinked against his.

________

“Tell me more about these buff birdmen in corsets,” T.M. teased.

Spamton chuckled in embarrassed remembrance. “They weren’t actually b-b-birds. They wore bird masks. Like - like beaks. Sexier than plague d-d-doctors.”

“So you turned your living room into an adults-only butler cafe for your twentieth birthday party.”

“I’m not - not pr-proud of who I was then. I didn’t - didn’t br-break the ‘no touch’ rule, but I did - I did ogle a lot.”

“You weren’t a complete sleaze, I guess.”

“Thank you, Trez.”

The first time Spamton had fumbled his words while trying out T.M. 's new name, “Terese” had come out of his mouth as “Trez”. To his relief and delight, she had happily adopted it as a nickname.

She was curled up in the basket chair in the upstairs room that Swatch had named “Spamton’s eyrie”. He was sitting on the floor and had his head in her lap while she played with his hair. Spamton had taken the advice of his current therapist and was now giving T.M. some of the edited “highlights” of his checkered past.

HEAVILY edited.

“I c-could do the flexing thing, if you wanted. But I don’t think it would b-be quite as impressive as those g-guys.” He got to his knees and raised his face to meet her kiss.

They hadn’t moved beyond kissing yet, and T.M. seemed perfectly happy with that. She told him how much she enjoyed how carefully he kissed her. “Some guys think they have to be rough because I’ve got piercings, like it’s a challenge.”

Spamton was fairly sure that she knew he was careful only because he didn’t have a lot of experience kissing people with piercings, but she was too courteous to say so. The snakebite bothered him less and less the more often they kissed, since her daily jewelry consisted of the tiniest of studs.

The sound of the front door downstairs opening and shutting made them both smile. “Up here!” Spamton called out, sitting back down on the rug.

Swatch called back, “Are you decent?” as they climbed the stairs.

“Yes, and we’re even dressed!” T.M. trilled. This exchange had become the three’s shared joke.

“How was - how was d-d-dinner?”

“Fabulous. Real, honest-to-God soul food, in more ways than one.” Swatch took Spamton’s desk chair and turned to sit backwards on it. “My aunt and uncle send their love.”

“I gotta go down to Queens soon and just have a girly day with Desiree. It’s long overdue.” “Mmmm-hmmm. And maybe you can pick her brain about apartment-hunting. As Uncle Julius reminded me, graduation’s just around the corner.”

“Yeah.”

Spamton changed the subject to stave off the panic he felt at the idea of these two leaving him just when he'd found them. “N-now that all three - all three of us are here, c-can I ask both for a - a favor?”

“Of course.”

“Yeah, of course. Ask away, Short Stuff.”

“C-can you both sit in with me in the stu-stu-studio for the first leg of my radio show next week? I’m going to try something d-d-d-different and I kind of - kind of need both of you there.”

T.M. looked across at Swatch and nodded. Swatch got up and pulled Spamton to his feet and into a hug. With a suspicious raspiness in their voice, they said, “We’ll be there.”

_________

“I printed two copies, just in case you didn’t get a chance to.”

“Thank you, schwitthott.” T.M. took one of the sheets from Swatch and started reading.

The two of them stood in the hallway of the student union, just outside the doors of WRCI’s main studio, waiting for Spamton. The dinnertime DJ was playing J-pop.

“He said this was your idea?” Swatch asked.

“Kind of. I mentioned I have a set of ‘go to hell’ playlists that I rotate through to cope with stuff. This timeline stuff though, that’s all 100% our lad’s doing.” T.M. smiled fondly.

“Our lad. I like that. Not ‘lad’ like he’s our kid. but like we’re all lads together.”

“Uh huh.”

Swatch leaned against the wall and sighed. “So you know that he was homeless for a while, after… well, after everything.”

She nodded. “It explains a lot about his food issues. As horrible as it might sound, I’m really, really happy that it wasn’t what I first thought.”

“Oh?”

“I thought Spamton had the same thing going on that I did with my dad. At least the whole power-trippy withholding food thing so I had to hoard stuff. Trust me, I would have put at least one of his siblings through a wall if that’s what had happened.”

“Remind me never to wander down a dark alley with you when you’re pissed off with me, Moggy.”

Swatch straightened up when they saw Spamton walking down the hallway towards the other two.

T.M. murmured, “It’s showtime.”

When he reached them, Spamton stretched up and gave each a kiss on the cheek. “Let’s - let’s do this thing.”

______

“Welcome to the premiere of the Tuesday night version of the DJ Dreamweaver show. Normally I give a little bit of background on what I’ve chosen for the night’s selections. This time around, I’m going to let the music do the talking. Thanks for listening.”

T.M. sat beside Spamton on one side of the booth, headphones on, ready to help him with the potentiometers for segues and fade-ins. Swatch sat on the opposite side, just there to listen and to give moral support. Spamton had mentioned that the playlist was less than an hour long, so Swatch would have plenty of time to leave before the extra Tuesday night shift they’d picked up at Plato’s.

They picked up the printed sheet of paper and started to read along with the lyrics Spamton had typed out, as well as Spamton’s notes as to why he’d put particular songs in his “timeline”.

THE LOGICAL SONG - SUPERTRAMP

[ Self-explanatory, the little kid I was, and my boarding school days ]

When I was young

It seemed that life was so wonderful

A miracle, oh it was beautiful, magical

And all the birds in the trees

Well they'd be singing so happily

Oh joyfully, oh playfully watching me

But then they sent me away

To teach me how to be sensible

Logical, oh responsible, practical

And then they showed me a world

Where I could be so dependable

Oh clinical, oh intellectual, cynical

There are times

When all the world's asleep

The questions run too deep

For such a simple man

Won't you please

Please tell me what we've learned

I know it sounds absurd

Please tell me who I am

NUMB - MARINA AND THE DIAMONDS

[That’s when it started to hit me that I had a lot to live up to, being a part of the Addison family. Perfect set-up for Mike to step in]

One track mind like a goldfish

Stuck inside my Petri dish

I can't breathe and I can't smile

This better be worth my while

I feel numb most of the time

The lower I get the higher I'll climb

And I will wonder why

I got dark only to shine

Looking for the golden light

Oh, it's a reasonable sacrifice

Burn, burn, burn bright

Forego families, forego friends

It's how it started, how it ends

I can't open up and cry

'Cause I've been silent all my life

JUST LIKE YOU - THREE DAYS GRACE

[ all the accusations I threw back at my brothers and sister before breaking with them ]

I could be mean

I could be angry

You know I could be just like you

I could be fake

I could be stupid

You know I could be just like you

You thought you were standing beside me

You were only in my way

You're wrong if you think that I'll be just like you

You thought you were there to guide me

You were only in my way

You're wrong if you think that I'll be just like you

I could be cold

I could be ruthless

You know I could be just like you

I could be weak

I could be senseless

You know I could be just like you

On my own, cause I can't take living with you

I'm alone, so I won't turn out like you

Want me to

You thought you were standing beside me

You were only in my way

You're wrong if you think that I'll be just like you

You thought you were there to guide me

You were only in my way

You're wrong if you think that I'll be just like you

THE SANITY ASSASSIN - BAUHAUS

[Mike and all his lies. Hindsight’s 20/20, huh?]

Sinister echoes clutching at straws

Letter boxes screaming

You try to pin him to the wall

You end up on the ceiling

Locked in a dome

The shadows flicker by

He's the madcap pusher

Delirium the drug he's dealing

You empty yourself once again

But he's always one step ahead

He whispers in your ear

was it nothing that you said

He's walking in your sleep now

He keeps your fat paranoia well-fed

The sanity assassin

Stays up all night stalking

The sanity assassin

Picks off victims like flies

The sanity assassin

Let his fingers do the walking

He drops a capsule in your drink

And spikes your dreams with madness

I GOT YOU - SPLIT ENZ

[Deluding myself that Mike actually gave a damn about me]

I got you - and that's all I want

I won't forget - that's a whole lot

I don't go out - not now that you're in

Sometimes we shout - but that's no problem

Look at you - you're a pageant

You're everything - that I've imagined

Something's wrong - I feel uneasy

Reassure me - tell me you're not teasing

There's no doubt - not when I'm with you

When I'm without - I stay in my room

Where do you go - I get no answer

You're always out - it gets on my nerves

I don't know why sometimes I get frightened

You can see my eyes, you can tell that I'm not lying

But I don't know why sometimes I get frightened

You can see my eyes, can you tell me you're not lyin'

WHAT DO ALL THE PEOPLE KNOW? - THE MONROES

[The year of the trade show circuit]

You know I told you once tonight

That you could always speak your mind

You work so hard to say what's right

I watch you do it all the time

And when I called you on the phone

You said that I could be the one

But here I'm standing all alone

And you're out lying in the sun

Tell me, am I getting in too deep?

Every night I'm talking in my sleep

Lately I’ve been so confused

I really don't know what to do

Could you be the one I'm thinking of?

Could you be the one I really love?

All the people tell me so

But what do all the people know?

Maybe we're just holding on

To something that'll soon be gone

Do you think I'm blind to what you do?

Do you think I really care for you?

Do you think that we both should let it show?

Do you think that we both should let it go?

Or is it just another game that you and I pretend to play?

All the people tell me so

But what do all the people know?

UNKNOWN SOLDIER - BREAKING BENJAMIN

[Being lost in my own mind at the Pandora Palace for however long that was after the trade show circuit ended. I’m never going to get that time back.]

Border line,

Dead inside.

I don't mind,

Falling to pieces.

Count me in, violent

Let's begin, feeding the sickness.

How do I simplify,

Dislocate - the enemy's on the way.

Full of fear,

Ever clear.

I'll be here,

Fighting forever.

Curious,

Venomous,

You'll find me

Climbing to heaven.

Never mind,

Turn back time.

You'll be fine - I will get left behind.

It only hurts just once.

They're only broken bones.

Hide the hate inside.

Show me what it's like

To dream in black and white,

So I can leave this world tonight.

RUSTED FROM THE RAIN - BILLY TALENT

[life on the streets after he threw me away]

You hung me like a picture/Now I'm just a frame

I used to be your lapdog/Now I'm just a stray

Shackled in the graveyard/Left here to decay

DEATH ON TWO LEGS - QUEEN

[Finally starting to blame Mike rather than myself, during that second homeless winter just before Ballew found me]

You suck my blood like a leech

You break the law and you breach

Screw my brain 'til it hurts

You've taken all my money

And you want more

Misguided old mule with your pigheaded rules

With your narrow minded cronies

Who are fools of the first division

Talk like a big business tycoon

You're just a hot air balloon

So no one gives you a damn

You're just an overgrown schoolboy

Let me tan your hide

A dog with disease

You're the king of the sleaze

Put your money where your mouth is, Mister Know-All

Was the fin on your back

Part of the deal? (Shark)

Death on two legs

Tearing me apart

Death on two legs

You never had a heart (you never did)

Of your own (right from the start)

Insane, should be put inside

You're a sewer rat decaying in a cesspool of pride

Should be made unemployed

Then make yourself null and void

Make me feel good (I feel good)

[The first therapist I saw on Dr. George’s advice told me to start writing letters to my old Big Shot self as though they were a separate person, so that’s the last three songs. Maybe I’ll get closure, some day.]

PAID IN FULL - SONATA ARCTICA

It's hard for me to love myself right now,

I've waited, hated, blamed it all on you...

It's hard for me to love your face right now

I'm waiting, hating, needing being

Me...

I need you...less and less...

Every day leads us farther away...

From that moment

It’s hard for me to hate myself right now

Finally I'm understanding me

SUNSHINE - BARENAKED LADIES

Most of us, have learned to trust

What we see with our own eyes

But with blinders on you hardly realize

That out of view, it's still true

Even when no one's around

We can stumble and fall down

It's just as well, It's hard to tell

Cause my hindsight's crystal clear

But the view from then's not like the view from here

If you are passed through a looking glass

The important parts appear

But the details start to smear

I ran fast, but I came last

'Cause although I set the pace

It was rigged from the start that I'd lose this race

Sunshine burns your skin

Sometimes the things we love so much just eat us up from the outside in

Oceans blue will drown

I could find a way to live with your ghost but I won't be happy till I leave this town.

GOODBYE TO YOU - SCANDAL

Those times I waited for you seem so long ago

I wanted you far too much to ever let you go

You know you never got by your fear to choose

And I guess I never could stand to lose

It's such a pity to say

Goodbye to you

How could I have loved someone like the one I see in you

I remember the good times baby now, and the bad times too

These last few weeks of holding on

The days are dull, the nights are long

Guess it's better to say

Goodbye to you

'Cause baby it's over now

No need to talk about it

It's not the same

My love for you's just not the same

And my heart, and my heart

And my heart can't stand the strain

And my love, and my love

And my love won't stand the pain

Goodbye baby

So long darling

Goodbye to you

Spamton nodded at T.M. about halfway through Patti Smith’s final chorus, letting her know that he was getting ready for his talkback. She nodded back and cued up “Solsbury Hill” and “Scarecrow’s Dream” for him, as well as digging up an advertisement for Janovic Express to play at the quarter of the hour.

Swatch dug out the painted signboard they’d made and held it up wordlessly so that Spamton could see it.

You Are Loved. And You Are Stronger Than You Know. Never Forget That.

Spamton blew Swatch a silent kiss in return.

Swatch left a few minutes later to go do their shift. T.M. stayed another half-hour and then slipped Spamton a note telling him to meet her down at Plato’s Cave.

There were plenty of spots open at the bar, but the one in the dead center of the ten or so stools was taken up by a reddish-haired stranger who looked like Sid the Sloth from ICE AGE. And he was following Swatch’s every move with his bugged-out eyes.

T.M. thought of Spamton’s bird-masked buff butlers in corsets and giggled to herself, picturing Swatch in that kind of outfit. This had to be that freshman who Swatch said was a fixture on Wednesday nights. How the kid had figured out that her bestie was on duty tonight, she didn’t have a clue, but she got the devilish urge to mess with the guy’s mind a little.

She sat herself down at the farthest end of the bar and put her purse on the seat beside her to reserve it. When Swatch came over to take her order, she whispered, “When Spamton gets here, give him the old ‘your usual, sir?’ routine. And then follow my lead.”

Swatch caught on swiftly and gave her a wink while asking in their clearly audible customer service voice, “May I suggest a Blue Moon for the young lady?”

“Oooooh, that sounds yummy,” T.M. squealed in her best imitation of some of the airheads she had loathed in high school.

“Very good. I’m certain you won’t be disappointed.” Swatch moved away to get her a bottle and a glass.

Blue Moon was a fruitier beer than she usually drank, but it had the benefit of being known for putting lightweights under the table.

T.M. was no lightweight, but she was a fantastic actress.

The things we do for love , she thought to herself.

________

Spamton hit the switch for the cold open after his final talkback, unhooked the vocoder, hung up his headphones, and queued up the next few selections for segue for the DJ who would be following him.

It seemed to him that time was moving both at a snail's pace and in the blink of an eye. The past few weeks had established a new status quo in his life and had brought about changes that were cementing the groundwork of his partners' lives.

Partners, plural.

He still had to grin and hug himself at the thought of having partners. Equal partners. No bloody power imbalance. No secrets. No head games. No possessiveness. No jealousy.

The new love didn't outshine the old. He didn't love Swatch any less now that he had Trez to love as well.

His heart sank, though, as he crossed the floor of Plato’s Cave and saw Kirov Rouvin seated at the bar. He was obviously trying to engage Swatch in flirtatious banter while Swatch was trying to juggle drinks and food orders for several other customers.

Including bringing another bottle of beer to one very familiar girl with golden contact lenses and blue tips at the ends of her hair. They put it down in front of her and said in an unnecessarily loud voice, “I’m afraid I will need to cut you off after this one, miss.”

Was T.M. drunk? He hurried over to the seat beside her and looked anxiously into her face.

She tittered at Swatch’s comment, and then turned to face Spamton, her eyes stone cold sober while she grinned inanely.

Ah.

Not sure what’s going on here, but I’ll play my part.

He pulled himself up onto the barstool, pretending to ignore T.M. and waiting for Swatch to approach him, in the meantime keeping an eye on Kirov. The young Chechen had yet to see Spamton, since Kirov’s eyes were fixed on Swatch.

Swatch finally finished with their flurry of transactions and came over to Spamton. “The usual, my good man?” they asked him, the mellifluousness in their voice turned up to eleven.

Feeling like a celluloid hero, he replied, “Yes, indeed!”

And Swatch leaned over the bar and kissed Spamton on the forehead.

Applause broke out from the tables behind him and seemed to rouse T.M. from her state of faux -inebriation. “Hey, I wan’ some of that,” she slurred, standing up.

Kirov’s face was red and his eyes were narrowed into angry slits. Spamton sighed to himself and thought, might as well go for broke.

“It’s constitutionally impossible for me to refuse a lady.” He extended a hand to T.M. in the time-honored fashion of asking someone to dance, and she placed her hand.in his, not forgetting to loop her purse over her wrist. Clasping her around the waist, he began to circle her around the floor while crooning the song that came to mind when he saw the empty bottle on the bar.

Blue moon

You saw me standing alone

Without a dream in my heart

Without a love of my own

Blue moon

You knew just what I was there for

You heard me saying a prayer for

Someone I really could care for

The impromptu waltz had them near enough to the doors to make a dramatic exit. Spamton called over T.M.’s shoulder to Swatch, “I’m going make sure this dolly gets home in one piece. See you there, sweetie?”

“Sure thing, darling," Swatch replied.

The wolf whistles and catcalls were cut off as the heavy oaken doors closed behind them.

Once outside, T.M. immediately shed her drunken lolling posture. “God, that was fun. And hopefully that stops any more workplace harassment for Swatch.”

“You are br-brilliant as well as b-b-b-beautiful.”

Now that he no longer had to channel both Cary Grant and Fred Astaire at the same time, Spamton was feeling the adrenaline that had sustained him all night starting to drain away. It was good to see with his own eyes that Swatch hadn’t been exaggerating Kirov’s increasing creepiness, and T.M.’s little maneuver was better than anything he could have come up with.

T.M. noticed the change in his mood and asked, “Are you going to be able to relax after all this?”

He took a minute to think about it so that he could answer her honestly. “N-not right away, no.”

“Do you trust me?”

He didn’t even have to think for a second. “Yes.”

“Come with me, then. I’ll text Swatchy so that they don’t wait up and worry.”

TO: BIRDMAN

FROM: MOGGY

taking spamton to the invisible castle

FROM: BIRDMAN

TO: MOGGY

See you both in the morning. Be safe.

#deltarune #deltarune fanfiction #sylph writes #swatchton #spammanager #tasqueton #college au #fic: call signs #songfic #i have amvs in my head pity i can't draw

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