#cc work with mouth checks

[spacexseven]

misconduct

NOTE: i really missed working on oneshots :>>

REQUEST: yandere! dazai with an oblivious + self sacrificing darling from @cc-6789

CW: yandere character + themes, obsession, jealousy, stalking, deceit, (heavy) manipulation, abuse of power, breaking and entering. dazai is an Asshole

the first time you loudly declared that you trusted dazai enough to go check on a case with him, dazai felt his heart falter.

it was almost funny how quickly you trusted him, but the thought that you might share your trust with anyone else immediately silenced any humor dazai may have found in the situation. if all it took from him was to regularly ask you about your day, with a little flirting on the side for you to already decide that he was...nice, what would it take from anyone else? was kunikida, who, despite his harsh comments, personally guided you through the hectic report writing process, also nice? was yosano, with her insisting that you step out of the office with her to stretch your legs, also just as easy to trust? though he was confident none of his coworkers held the same wicked thoughts about you as he did, the bitter taste in his mouth refused to go away every time he saw you cling onto yosano on your way out or graciously smile at kunikida before heading home.

and about why he decided to mess with you despite knowing that you trusted him, honestly, he was only curious—just how much did you trust him? or, perhaps, a sullen part of him thinks, it may just be an offhanded statement by which you meant nothing. though nobody around dazai threw around the word trust lightly, he wasn't sure if it was the same for you.

honestly, you weren't all that special in dazai's book, nobody as memorable as the dangerous ability users he mingled with or the incomprehensibly genius minds he discussed with. but there was something about you that lingered in his mind. he can't put his finger on it exactly, but he identified it to be woven into your determination and unwavering resolve, hidden in the bright look in your eyes when you grinned at his antics, and surrounding the silent reassurance you offered when the world weighed down on him—something about you that was entirely unforgettable. somehow, the perfectly ordinary you became so unattainable and striking, even without trying.

and he coveted for all that was you to be his, for it to be tucked away in the palm of his hand, hidden away from prying eyes. he yearned for it to shine for him and not for anyone else, not for any other sweet words or gentle caresses. wasn't it selfish? to want someone so much?

for the most part, you were oblivious to his sinister desires. if not, why were you so careless around him? why did you smile so freely, gravitate towards him so naturally, as though it was perfectly normal to do so? he wonders if you'll scorn him if you knew how selfish he was; not that he couldn't take care of it anyway.

dazai inches a little bit closer to your stiff figure, watching out of the corner of his eye as you glance over at him nervously. at this rate, he was going to be in your lap before you could leave. he observes your eyes flitting between the clock on the wall, its hand crawling at an unbearably slow pace, and to his hand, which had found purchase on your thigh.

he lets his hand shift, holding his breath as his fingers graze your inner thigh with a light touch—light enough to resemble a slight breeze or a delicate brush, but you know it was him. he waits, with bated breath, his fingers on your thigh trembling in anticipation. your lips purse together, a frown slowly creeping onto your face, eyes stuck onto your screen instead now.

and then—"dazai," you finally acknowledge the man beside you, "i'm sure you're bored by watching me work all day long."

he stares at you, not exactly surprised by your response. you go on about how he could just wait outside and you'd be out in a moment or if he'd like you could close up now, but instead of paying attention to your words, his gaze is stuck on your pretty mouth. your lips, he observes, are chapped and dry. you don't seem to notice his attention shift as you ramble on, words never reaching dazai.

you're cut off abruptly when he leans over and starts digging into your bag, finally grasping the cylindrical tube he had been looking for.

"pucker up," he grins deviously at your startled expression, waving the tube in his hand.

honestly, you were far too cute—you had to be doing this on purpose. he was tempted to grab your face and kiss you right then, but he knew better than to try. as the confusion cleared up, you awkwardly follow his orders, hands clenched at your sides. any last protests from you are ignored, his fingers firmly holding your jaw.

a soft smile makes its way onto dazai's face as he slides the balm over your lips. you're still staring at him, quietly, unmoving, but your eyes are locked onto him. he thinks, for a moment, that he quite likes you this way; only looking at him.

"thanks..." though you sound confused, dazai doesn't try to explain himself. instead, he's waiting for you to say something. waiting for you to awkwardly ask him to not to that again, politely say something about boundaries and personal space. but you only look at him for a moment longer before directing your gaze back to your work, obviously unsure of what to do.

perhaps a little recklessly, he decides to test the limits again.

"say," he places a hand over yours, stopping you from typing, "about your friend in the special division..."

your eyes light up as you turn to face him, "oh!," you mention a name dazai can't be bothered to remember—he knows the loser's face, anyway, "he was the one who got me a job here, actually. do you know him, dazai?"

he inhales deeply and then sighs, as though he was gathering up the courage to tell you something. your interest is obviously piqued, as you completely move your hands away from the keyboard.

"well ango mentioned," you'd recognize ango's name for sure, "that he was acting a little...strange. sort of jumpy and on edge," dazai pauses for a minute to gauge your reaction, biting back a smile, "i was just wondering if you were aware of anything going on in his personal life?"

"not that i know of, but dazai, why—"

"none of this is really any of my business, but ango sounded really worried about it. and you know, there was some suspicious activity linked back to him as well...missing files and the sort...."

dazai was distracted for a moment, musing on how cute your shocked expression was.

"you don't think...he can't be a spy. he doesn't have any suspicious friends, and he really loves his job. i just can't imagine..."

dazai, with a perfectly feigned expression of concern, places a hand on your shoulder, "for the time being, i think it's best you distance yourself a little. obviously, there'll be an investigation and i'm afraid they might trace things to you. "

"that...makes sense," you whisper.

"i didn't mean to make you worried, [name]. i know you'd never do such a thing, but if he were to frame you or try to drag you into this..."

noticing your distraught expression, dazai tries to apologize to you for ruining your mood. you reassure him after that, though your voice is still shaky and dazai knows you're the one in need of reassurance. but what he's really interested in is whether you'd listen to him or the desperate pleas of your friend. whether you'd trust his words or not.

it's a few days later that you slump over in your seat, looking absolutely devastated.

"he was packing up his things," you manage to say, "and...he kept saying that he was being set up."

dazai nods along as you confide in him your suspicions, not at all suspecting that your friend was telling the truth all along.

"and then," you lower your voice even more, "he kept mentioning you, and said that you were lying."

dazai's blood runs cold, and he rapidly assesses the situation. how could he salvage this? how could he—

"i think my phone's bugged!" you finally declare, much to his surprise, "i mean, how else would he know what we talked about?"

it occurs to dazai then, in a wonderful revelation, that you didn't suspect him, even for a moment. you had immediately assumed it was your so-called friend who was lying. oh, what a marvelous thing trust was. dazai doesn't waste any more time. he offers you some comforting words and asks you if you want to take the day off. in response, you look at him like he just offered you the world. you were so easy to please, he thinks, wouldn't it be just as easy for someone to sweep you up and away from him?

he thinks of suave, charming mafioso and exciting, mysterious strangers. he thinks of seductive smiles and alluring words. there was too much on the line, and you were not yet completely reliant on him. he had his work cut out for him, but he didn't mind. it was always so rewarding, working with you. dazai thinks of all the limits he can breach, all the lines he can cross. he could touch you more, he could plant more seeds of suspicion. he thinks about helping you out first, whisking you out of particularly risky missions, and protecting you from unpleasant people. after that, wouldn't it feel so natural for him to insist he should walk you home?

and would you be so upset if he were to hold you tightly, closely, if it was only because he was hiding the both of you from a pursuer? would you be doubtful the next time he told you that yet another friend was planning something evil, or hesitate when he claimed that a heinous crime was in the area and that you should obviously stay with him?

maybe it was the paranoia that brought him to do this. dazai peers over his glass at your frozen figure by the doorway, wondering what your next words would be.

"dazai," you begin, confusion lingering in your words, "i wasn't expecting to see you here."

he shrugs, swirling the little liquid left in his—your—glass, before leaning forwards and placing it down.

"you weren't at work."

you blink slowly, "is that why you're here?"

"why didn't you come?" the actual question he wants to ask is left unspoken—was it because of me? he's not worried, not as much as he is cautious. it would be a shame to lose everything he's worked on all this time just because he pushed you a little too far.

"i just needed to take my mind off things after everything that's happened. but dazai," the corners of your lips tug downwards ever so slightly, "is that why you're here?"

"i thought," he says, his voice the most serious you've ever heard it, "that something had happened to you. you were worried about being bugged, and then the next day, you just...don't show up."

the hand around your bag strap tightens, and you straighten up.

"i didn't realize," you mutter, "i should have said something."

"you should have," he agrees.

"i'm sorry," your voice trembles ever so slightly, and he delights in the way it wavers. he loves the effect he has on you.

"it's alright," dazai smiles, benevolent and warm, as though you were in the wrong here, and not him, who made himself all too comfortable in a space that wasn't his, "i'm just glad you're safe."

dazai, again, thinks of cruel, brash mafioso and frightening, deceitful strangers. he thinks of mocking snarls and vicious threats. when he sees the way you look at him, hopeful and expectant, he finds that you had come a long, long way already.

#yandere bungo stray dogs x reader #yandere bsd x reader #yandere bsd #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #yandere bungo stray dogs #yandere bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs ff #bungo stray dogs x you #yandere bungou stray dogs x reader #dazai x reader #dazai osamu x reader #dazai x you #yandere dazai bsd #yandere dazai x reader #yandere dazai osamu #yandere dazai #req 🐟 #bsd 🐟 #os 🐟 #fic 🐟 #dazai 🐟

[droopycoquette]

Sick || Caitlin Clark

Summary: Taking care of sick cc who’s super grumpy she has to miss a game 

Warnings: requested by anon, established relationship, fem!reader, 

Word Count: .7k

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“No, that tastes disgusting,” Caitlin moaned. “I should be there.”

You rolled your eyes for what seemed like the millionth time that night, taking care of a grumpy Caitlin who was sick wasn’t an easy task, even for you. 

“I know,” you sighed. “But the coach said that she’d rather you miss one game instead of an entire season. And you need to take the medicine so you can get on the court faster. Now come on.”

She opened her mouth and allowed you to give her the cough syrup. You smiled at her pout as you walked away towards the kitchen to check on the soup you were attempting to make. Her mother had given you the recipe saying that it worked like a charm. 

“Babe,” she called. “What time does the game start again?” 

“Around 6:00 I think,” you called back. “I don’t know if you should watch it though, it could put more stress on your body and that’s the last thing you need.”

“Yeah right. I’m watching that game,” she said matter-a-factly. 

You sighed and decided it wasn’t worth fighting her over. Leaning against the door frame you took in the sight in front of you. Your six-foot-tall girlfriend laying in your bed with a very defined pout. You could scream. She was so cute. 

“What,” she snapped.

“Hey, no need to be so aggressive,” you laugh. 

“Hmph.”

A timer went off letting you know that the soup was done. 

“Where are you going,” she called to you. 

“The soup is done,” you called back. “Or should be, if I did it right.”

You were so focused on getting the soup off the stove you didn’t notice when she got out of bed and followed you. She was met with a chill at the loss of the blanket but didn’t care, her baby was leaving her alone. 

“It looks good,” you cheered.

You turned around to get a bowl and were met with your girlfriend’s chest. 

“What are you doing,” you scowled. “Get your ass back in bed, now.”

“But-”

“No. No, ‘ifs, ands, or buts.’ Go,” you say pointing to your room. 

The sight that followed made you crack a smile, fighting to hold back laughter. Caitlin slowly trudged back to your rook, her feet barely leaving the ground. 

“I’ll be right back,” you assured her. “If you hurry I’ll give you a kiss.” 

That made her perk up and speed up. 

True to your word when you returned with a bowl of soup you sat it down next to your bed and gave her a kiss on the head. 

“That’s it,” she asked, looking betrayed. 

You grab a chair and scoot it closer to your bed while rolling your eyes. 

“You’re still sick,” you reminded her, smiling slightly. “Now open up.”

She turned her head to the opposite wall with a “hmph.”

“No. I’m not eating that until you kiss me properly,” she said simply. 

“Cait,” you groaned. “You’re making this difficult for no reason.”

“All you have to do is kiss me. That’s it. I’m so sorry that kissing me is so hard right now,” she responded sarcastically. 

You put the soup back on your nightstand and straddled her, facing her head on. Her hands found your hips automatically. 

“If I kiss you, you have to promise to stop being so difficult  and actually listen to me.”

“You drive a hard bargain miss, but I’ll see what I can do,” Caitlin responds with a smirk. 

Your hands come up to cup her face before you leaned in and connected your lips. It was meant to be a quick peck but Caitlin quickly brought her hands to the sides of your head, holding you close to her. Your lips continued to move in sync, like a memorized dance. Your hands moved to her neck making your girlfriend smile. You shifted closer to her, pushing your lips closer causing her to moan. Her hands moved from your head back down to your waist, squeezing slightly. Your breath became hers and hers became yours, and soon your head was becoming light. 

“Was that good enough,” you ask breathlessly, still very close to her. 

She nodded silently, eyes still on your swollen lips. 

“Good,” you say hopping off of her lap. 

She pouted, for what seemed like the umpteenth time that night, at the loss of contact. You grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. 

“It seems like the game is starting soon. Now, eat the damn soup.”

#caitlin clark #caitlin clark x reader #iowa wbb #caitlin clark imagine

[haunted-headset]

WILBUR MEETING YN AT A VINYL STORE.

Thats it. THATS THE REQUEST 🤭

HOLY SHIT!!!! MY FIRST ASK!!!! YES!!!!

☆ We Fell in Love in October ☆

Summary: You work at a vinyl store near Wilbur Soot's apartment. One day, he comes in & asks you where a specific vinyl is. You compliment his shirt. He compliments your voice. & the rest is history.

Pairing: Cc!Wilbur x gn!reader

Warnings: swearing, mentions of soulmates

Word count: 556

Genre: Fluff

Tags: @joviepog (mutuals/followers, let me know if you want to be tagged in the next one!)

A/N: Thank you so much for requesting this! Sorry if it isn't good :p

You exhaled softly as you stared at the clock in the vinyl store. 7:45 pm. 15 minutes until closing time. Thank God.

"Maybe I'll be able to get off of work early," you mumbled to yourself.

& that's when he came in.

He was a tall man, with perfect chocolate brown curls & a gorgeous face. He had simple glasses & a guitar on his back. He looked very out of breath.

"Are you still open?" he asked, breathing heavily. He had a lovely British accent that sounded like music to your ears, like a song that you would play all day every day for a week straight.

"Yeah," you said with a smile. "What can I help you with?"

He smiled softly & said, "Do you have any Los Campesinos vinyls?"

You nodded. "Right over here." You walk over to where the Los Campesinos vinyls are. You motioned toward his Arctic Monkeys shirt. "I like your shirt, by the way."

He smiled again. He had such a gorgeous smile. "Really? You like Arctic Monkeys?" He sounded so giddy & it killed you.

You nodded. "They're one of my favorite bands. I got to see them live once. The lead singer's kind of an asshole."

He laughed. "I've heard that he was a jerk." He paused before saying, "You have a really nice voice, by the way. That probably sounds weird as fuck, but your voice is really lovely."

You felt your cheeks heat up & you smiled. "Thank you. Your voice is nicer, though."

He laughed again. You could listen to him laugh all day. "Your voice is nicer."

You laughed. His smile got wider.

"You have a really nice smile, too," he said. "& a very nice laugh."

You laughed again, not entirely sure what else to do. He laughed with you. You both stood there for a moment before he turned over to the vinyls & grabbed the one he wanted. Breaking the silence, he asked, "What's your favorite Artic Monkeys song?"

At the same time, you both said, "My personal favorite is Do Me a Favour." He laughed, covering his mouth with his hand.

"We're practically soulmates at this point," he said jokingly.

"Are you flirting with me?" you replied with a smirk & a raised brow.

"Maybe," he said with a shrug & a smile.

You chuckled & walked over to the counter. "Ready to check out?" He nodded & placed the vinyl on the table. You told him the price & he paid, leaving a few extra dollars in the tip jar. When he asked for a receipt, you quickly wrote something on the empty space on the receipt.

"Bye...what what your name?" the man asked.

"Y/n," you said. "What's your name?"

"Wilbur," he said. "Wilbur Soot."

"Well, I'll see you around, Wilbur Soot," you smiled. He returned the smile as he walked out. As he walked out, you smiled to yourself, knowing that he'd like what you wrote on the receipt.

As Wilbur walked home, he looked down at his receipt & his face flushed. At the bottom of the receipt, Y/n had written "Call me <3" with their number below it. He knew that he was going to call them tomorrow for sure. & come to the vinyl shop again.

& the rest was history.

#fanfic #wilbur soot #wilbursoot #creative writing #wilbur soot fanfiction #wilbur soot fic #wilbur soot fluff #wilbur soot imagine #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot x y/n #wilbur soot x you #fluff

[xsister-serpent]

Earbuds & Intrigue - Part 2

Warning: 18+ MDNI, cursing, spicy audio, sexually explicit,

Summary: Goth!Reader is a supporter of a spicy audio content creator CraftedClassic on Patreon. Her routine office job takes an unexpected turn when she discovers that her new wealthy CEO is none other than CraftedClassic, the infamous spicy audio creator she admires.

A/N: Finally here's part 2 of the story, hope you all enjoy this chapter as this was quite fun for me to write. I made a little playlist for this fic and I'm super proud of it. LMK if you guys want to be tagged 🖤🖤🖤 Don't act like you office people don't kill company time on your phone. Kylo's username is: CraftedClassic and Goth!Reader username is DeathMajesty.

Tagging: @novausstuff

In the morning, you were called into the office with only a few people, including Maz. You reluctantly agreed considering you could opt out a day next week. Upon entering the office, you saw that your usual far corner spot had been taken. Sighing, you sat at the vacant desk directly adjacent to the new CEO's office. After setting up your laptop for work, you began doing your regular tasks. Suddenly, you saw Kylo coming around the corner. As he unbuttoned his overcoat, he talked on his iPhone as stoic as ever. Your gaze went back to your laptop, but your thoughts trailed back to him. It was odd enough that he and Rey were cousins. The simple fact Rey had told you all his dirt made you wonder a bit more about him. What he was outside of work. What he regarded as mundane? He always looked well put together but according to Rey, he’s barely keeping it together. Totaling 

 Kylo went into the office and flicked on the lights. For someone who didn’t speak at all, he certainly had a commanding presence. You could hear him typing away on his laptop and soon enough a clicking of his mouth escaped him. Something was up, you concluded. You heard him whisper a drawn-out ‘What’ from his office in a disappointed sigh.

 Before you could message Rose you could hear his footsteps come back out of his office. You placed your phone back on your desk as if you were only checking the time. 

 Kylo slouched against the door frame as he looked at his watch.

“Why is no one ready?” he mumbled looking at his watch again and then at the door. He had his sleeves rolled up to his muscular forearms. 

 Rose was right, he was a male Miranda Priestly. You kept your eyes on your laptop screen until his gaze caught yours. 

“Morning Y/N,” he greeted with a nod.

“Morning,” you answered.

“Could you CC me in those monthly reports you give to Maz?”

“Sure,” you nodded adding him to your mass email. 

This was the first time you had to CC anyone bigger than Mazz on your emails, which sent you a little spike of anxiety but if the CEO needs it then so be it. You were confident in your work and you had the backup info to prove it. You could still feel Kylo’s gaze on you as you went back to your work. You tried to tune him out as you knew you had stares everywhere you went. 

“I’m sorry, but, I think I’ve seen you before,” he spoke as he walked over to your desk, “Do you know Phas? Tall blonde woman?”

 Kylo kept a respectable distance however it still felt like he was towering over you.  

“No, I’m Rey's roommate actually,” You explained turning in your chair to face him.

 Kylo’s eyebrow rose slightly, “Ah, yeah, you’re on her socials right?”

 You nodded, “Yeah we signed on that two-bedroom apartment in Ferrix.”

“Ferrix? That’s a quiet neighborhood,” His eyes were on the door once more, “What time do the supervisors come in??”

“They should be in any second now,” I answered. 

 Meeting with the supervisors wasn’t new but Kylo’s stance was a bit like watching a shark wait for unsuspecting prey. Something was definitely up. 

Before he could say anything Mr. Pryde along with a few other older supervisors came in each laughing until they all laid their eyes on Kylo. The room went silent as Kylo walked over to them. 

“Gentlemen, the meeting was at 7:30 am,” he spoke with an unnerving calmness

 Each of them went silent as they followed Kylo into the room. As the door closed you immediately messaged Rose. 

Y/N: Someone is getting fired with eye emojis.

Rose: Damn. I’d hate to be a manager 

Y/N: I’ll keep you updated 

 You saw Maz show up with her laptop along with a smile at you. When she opened the door however you could hear Kylo’s firm voice.

“Maz and her team are the only ones who's been updating logs!,” Kylo reprimanded the room, “How could any of you miss this crucial mis-..” 

Maz looked back at you with wide eyes as she closed the door behind her. 

Kylo’s harsh critics could be heard through the walls along with another woman’s voice was seemed to be on call. You placed your other earbuds in and began to catch up on your drafting work. Hours flew by and it hit your lunch break finally. 

 You grabbed your leftovers and began to walk over to the lunch room/ break room alone. You could still hear all the supervisors talking amongst one another along with Kylo’s baritone voice. 

You shook your head and left the area, “Not my pig, not my farm.” 

Soon you heard the door open, and a million voices began speaking at once. You paused your snack mid-bite as Maz came into the room with a small smile on her face. She looked outwards and then back at you with a grateful sigh, “You have spared the entire team from Kylo’s wrath.”

 “What really??” You urgently whispered, “Maz what the hell happened in there? I could hear him through the walls.”

“A blood bath that’s what happened,” she sighed quietly as she made herself coffee, “Kylo’s cracking down on the departments and he’s not taking any prisoners.”

“That makes sense, he’d ask me to send him my monthly reports now,” You answered leaning back into the chair. 

“Thank you for doing so,” Maz spoke giving your shoulder an affirmed squeeze.

 A slight blush came on your face, “So do I get a raise??”

“I hope so you deserve it. You know what, I’ll see what I can do,” Maz took a drink from her coffee as she looked at her work phone, “Speaking of the devil. I’ll see you around.”

 She left you alone in the break room shutting the door. A smile came on your face as you took a drink from your coke. It had been a while since you received some if any recognition, so this was a small win in your favor. You cleaned up after yourself and went out to your car for the last 15 minutes of your lunch. 

You went into your car and placed the seat back texting your mom about your victory. You smiled as she messaged you back saying ‘Of course, she didn’t raise a dumb kid’. 

 Before you knew it your work phone blew up in messages of praise from Rose, Connix, and Maz with congratulatory gifs. 

 You played your music hearing the thrashing of guitars of Rammstein as you beamed quietly in your car. You nodded to the music of the German rock band. You were so stuck on your small victory that you didn’t even notice someone standing outside your door. Until a sharp tap broke you out of your trance. You glanced up and saw Kylo. 

“Oh shit,” you mumbled as you quickly adjusted your seat and lowered your music, “Oh hey what’s up?”

 Kylo was a few paces away from your car, “Hi. Sorry to bother you on your break.”

 You waved a hand, “It’s fine, am I parked in your spot or??”

“What? Oh no, no that’s not it,” Kylo spoke clearing his throat, “I wanted to apologize if you heard me through that meeting. Maz told me I was a bit loud.”

 You looked at his stature once more although he seemed intense in the office, right now he looked like a fish out of water with you.

“It’s fine. I kinda tuned it out,” you dismissed. 

 A relief came across his face as he ran his fingers through his hair, “Cool. I’m glad that didn’t freak you out.” 

There was a pause between the two of you taking in each other’s appearance or at least he was taking in yours. You couldn’t tell if he was sizing you up or checking you out. 

“So uh Rammstein huh??” He mentioned your music.

“You listen to them?” You questioned.

 You could see his face slightly turn pink? His large hands slightly fidgeted with his key tag that hanged from his belt nervously.

“I’ve probably a few songs from them on tic-tok,” He spoke leaning on his car, “They seem pretty cool.”

“Yeah,” You agreed as you glanced at your dashboard and then at him. There was a pause between the two of you. You awkwardly looked at the clock and then at him. You always kept a distance when it came to higher-ups but that was because they were older. Kylo however was probably one of the youngest CEOs you had ever seen. Right now he seemed to be staring back at you, waiting for you to respond to him. 

“Do you have any good recommendation albums from them?” Kylo asked a little too enthusiastically breaking the silence. 

 It was a bit out of the ordinary questions other people had for you. Kylo looked interested, waiting for your response. However, before you could answer your alarm went off signaling that you had to return to your desk. 

“Check out Rosenrot and Reise, Reise,” you suggested as you exited your car. 

“Definitely,” he continued as he walked next to you, “I’ve been meaning to expand my music taste these couple of months. Hearing divorce dad rock isn’t cutting it for me anymore.”

  A slight grin came over you as he held open the door for you, “Are you looking for something in particular.”

 Kylo shrugged his shoulders placing his hands in his pocket as he glanced over to you, “Something heavy, enough to cause my father a heart attack.” A slight chuckle escaped your lips, “Hmm that varies, but Rammstein is a good start to that harder music.”

He glanced at you as he took off his sunglasses, “When you’re done clocking in see me in my office.”

A slight spike of unease suddenly came as you saw him walk into his office. You message your team saying you will be gone for the next 15 minutes for a meeting. You exhaled a breath calming your nerves as you went back to your laptop clocking in. You took another breath and grabbed a small notepad and pen just in case you needed to write something. You turned the corner and saw Maz conversing with another worker. Maybe she had put in the good word? You pushed your anxiety to the side and walked into his office. It was large and overlooked most of the city. His desk was large with black wood and a large leather-looking seat.

“Shut the door behind you,” he spoke not looking up from his work.

 You nodded quietly as you did so. You made your way to the leathered chair in front of his desk as he sat reading something. 

“Maz speaks very highly of you,” Kylo spoke his gaze turning back to you, “And after today’s work I truly believe it.”

 A slight nod came from you, “Thanks. I did my best.”

“Maz and I agreed you’ll get a raise,” He spoke turning his static gaze back to his laptop. 

 Your eyebrow perked up with a shock, “Oh great, thanks, Ren. I appreciate it.”

 “Keep doing what you're doing,” Kylo concluded with what seemed like a slight smile, “Send in Mr. Pryde when you head out.” 

 It looked..cute. You took your gaze away as you stood up from the seat and made your way to the door. You reached for the door only for it to budge. 

“Great,” you sighed in disappointment trying to budge it open.

“Something wrong Y/N?” Kylo questioned looking up at you.

“The door’s jammed,” You answered trying to open it, “You’d think this building would be up to date.”

 Kylo stood up from his desk and went next to you, “Let me try.”

 You stood back as he gripped the door handle trying to unjam it. A ring came, one you had recognized almost immediately. 

A chime from Audios After Dark. You gripped your pen as you swiftly glanced at his desk. No that couldn’t be. Thankfully you were facing the opposite way from Kylo so you wouldn’t give away any hints. 

“I’ll message Maz maybe she can move it on the outside,” you spoke taking out your phone and messaging her.

“Good thinking,” Kylo spoke as he tried budgeting the door again with a hard grunt.

 You heard another familiar chime, confirming your suspicions that he was a part of that community. 

That could be for any of the tags though. He probably indulged in a few of the female audios. 

 The door suddenly budged as Kylo gave another hard pull causing a few strains of his raven hair to fall onto his face. You could see his forearm flexing as he gripped the door handle once more. It was s such a mundane thing but the way his arms flexed…

STOP IT! you internally scolded yourself.

“Ah there it goes,” You commented seeing the door slightly budge.

“Thank God,” Kylo chuckled as he glanced at you then at the door, “You might want to take a step back.”

 As you took a step back he pulled back the door this time it swung open with force until it hit him right on the toe so hard that you winced. 

“FUCK!” He yelled in both frustration and agony, “FUCKIN SHIT!”

  That..that sounded familiar.. A little too familiar. You heard someone else say that..someone you had listened to. 

 Another chime from the After Dark Audios app rang once more.

“Kylo are you alright?” You spoke looking at him as he limped to the seat you were in.

“Yeah,” he winced as he gave you a weak thumbs up, “I’ll live.”

“Do you want an ice pack or something??”

“No it’s fine thank you Y/N,” he spoke gripping a leather armchair as his cheeks became red in pain, “Have Mr. Pryde come in 10.”

 You looked at him concerned, “Are you positive you don’t need anything??”

“No no,” he weakly dismissed with a wave with a stifled groan, “I’ll be good. Sorry for cursing Y/N.”

I’ll be good, that voice. That voice.

“It’s fine let me know if you need anything,” You agreed as you walked away from his office leaving the door open so he wouldn’t have to pry it open once more. 

 There was that strange hit of nostalgia, like trying to remember an old song on the radio. You went back to your desk as you heard another After Dark Chime coming from his office. A spark of curiosity came as you pulled out your phone. You switched your phone on silent and pulled up the app. You could feel your breath slightly hitch as you opened it. Your eyes went to the CraftedClassic user name. There was a green online light on his user name. Your palms became slightly sweaty as you hovered over the message board.

Just do it, you urged yourself, It’s a million in one shot.

 With a steady exhale you clicked the comments section and went under his status. 

‘Take all the time you need! Enjoy your rest!’. 

In anticipation, you held your breath and clicked send. 

An After Dark Chime rang through.

Directly from Kylo’s office. 

A hand went to your temples in panic. Silent internal sirens rang off in your head as you saw a message reply from CraftedClassic.

Thanks DeathMajesty,  I got a special present for my loyal listener when I come back <3 ;)

 You silently placed your phone back in your pocket and looked at your keyboard. CraftedClassic was your boss??! But how? Why?!

 A heat of embarrassment came on your cheeks as you folded your hands in front of you swinging your chair to show the back of it. 

“Son a bitch,” you mumbled in disbelief as the weight of the truth became heavy in your chest.

You knew his little secret. 

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[technovamp-cc]

🫧✧ Baldur's Gate 3 Raphael skin + sim ✧🫧

I have a BG3 brainrot since the game came out. Decided to create BG3 characters in Sims 4, so first made my favorite Cambion, Raphael. Working on his Devil form and of course my beloved Harleep. Hope u like it. Enjoy ♥︎

Please read before downloading the skin.

Along with the skin, I included Raphael’s sim. I used that sim in the creation process and thus the skin looks much better on that sim. You can use my sim or make your own. If you want to use mine, please make sure you have at least the mouth , nose slider and EA eyelash remover to get an accurate sim. CC list is down below.

Must have CC

Default mouth slider by Magic Bot 

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Default Nose slider by Magic Bot

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EA eyelash remover by Kijiko

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Optional CC

Eyelash by Kijiko - ( version I  used [Kijiko]eyelash_YF_version2_SkinDetail_TX-ring)

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Raphael outfit by Satterlly

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Eye Color (face paint) by Valuka

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Hairline by RheallSim

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⭐️ Baldur's Gate 3 Raphael Skin + Overlay

⭐️ Baldur's Gate 3 Raphael's Sim 

⭐️ 2 skin swatches ( one without eyebrows) 

⭐️ 4 overlay swatches ( full opacity & low opacity ) 

⭐️ Base Game compatible

⭐️ Custom thumbnails

Download (Free)

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[angelsanarchy]

Glass Houses: Jack Thurlow x Y/N Series CH 08 -> CH 09

"Don't sit there and judge me. You were licking your dick after breakfast."

Tagging: @roryculkinluvr @thatsthewrongwallcraig @icarus-star @cc-luvr @madamemaximoff06 @shady-the-simp @quicksilversg1rl @s-0lar @kristennero-wallacewellsver @mayathepsychic1999

TW: Smutty, Masturbation, Voyeurism, Jerking Off

Jack spent the next few days enjoying the time he got to spend with Ace. They went on at least 3 walks a day, playing in the yard, he even wrapped Ace in a small blanket and took him to the grocery store at 10PM hoping no one would be able to tell he brought a dog into a grocery store. It surprisingly worked and having Ace with him actually helped his anxiety a lot as he tried to zoom through the store, stocking up on food he might actually eat. He also grabbed a few toys for Ace to play with to keep on hand in case he was to dog sit in the future.

Jack never minded being alone. He was never really one of those people who got lonely until after he left the hospital. Being alone with himself had become less enjoyable and more stressful than it ever was before and now having Ace roaming around behind him made him realize that maybe he won't necessarily need a person but a companion. He had zero urge to hurt Ace and his track record with hurting people he cared about was pretty shit right now so the idea of being a loner with a dog sounded optimal.

The only bad thing about having Ace around was his current sleep schedule wasn't ideal for an animal. Jack went from being exhausted all day to getting bursts of energy late at night that was causing him to fuck his own schedule and Ace's.

Tonight was one of those nights. He thought running Ace around all morning and spending all afternoon working in his dad's study would tire him out but here he was, standing by the window about to light his 7th cigarette while Ace snoozed away on the bed. He wasn't enough of an asshole to text anyone at 3AM so naturally he just scrolled through emails, his growing reading list and picking through his rough drafts of his book that had run stagnant.

He saw the lights of Y/n's car pull onto the street quietly in front of her house, turning the lights off and cutting the engine. She had texted checking in with Jack since she left the other morning. They hadn't had any long text exchanges but Jack knew she was busy with her mom's care and working. He was just about to text her when she walked to the trunk of her car and kicked her shoes off.

She looked exhausted, still in scrubs as she sat in the trunk to remove her socks and put them in a white laundry bag. She kept her hair tied up as she rubbed her hands down her face and sat scrunched up for a few moments. When she hopped back out of the trunk, she peeled her blue scrubs over her head so that she was now standing, barefoot and topless at the back of her car.

Jack felt his mouth go dry. He glanced around the street thinking how brazen she was for stripping down in public but then remembered the two of them were the youngest people in the neighborhood. There was almost a nonexistent chance of anyone else being awake past 11PM...with the exception of Jack.

Jack brought the cigarette away from his lips watching her unhook the front of her black bra, letting her tits bounce from the material. Jack felt a low ache in his stomach that begrudgingly made him take his eyes off of Y/n's bare chest to look down.

"Holy shit! No fucking way." Jack looked down and could see how hard he was. He hadn't been able to get hard in over a year, even when he tried. He had tried old porn, new porn, pain play, praise kink- nothing even remotely gave him a chub. Now he's standing in his window, hard as a rock watching his neighbor strip down outside in front of his very eyes.

Jack rubbed the front of his free hand over his hard on and it gave him chills. He felt oddly ashamed to be touching himself while watching his neighbor in what she thought was a private moment. He continued to palm the outside of his pants watching Y/N starting to untie the string on her pants. She shimmed the pants down legs and kicked them off, now standing in see through boy-shorts and nothing else.

"Fuck." Jack shoved his hand down the front of his pajama bottoms and gripped his cock. He jumped at the firm contact and almost lost his balance against the window frame. Y/n bent over to pick up the discarded pants and Jack felt the pre cum on his fingertips. He put his cigarette in the ashtray that sat on the windowsill so he could reach for the lotion bottle that sat on his desk. He had picked it up for the calluses on his hands from all the work he had been doing around the house. He never expected to be using it for this.

Gripping himself a little harder this time, he ran his now slick hand up and down the shaft of his cock, making sure to ghost his fist over the tip. Jack watched Y/n carefully moving about, tits hanging as she picked up her pants and toss them in the bag with the rest of her clothes. As she leaned into the back of the car to retrieve something, he watched her ass jiggle and thought about how much he would love to bend her over the trunk and pound into her pussy, tits jumping all over the lid with her nipples grazing the paintjob.

"Oh f-fuck." Jack sped his fist up, feeling the weight of his balls slapping the bottom of his fist as he jerked vigorously. Imagining Y/N kneeling in front of him, knees digging into the rough gravel as she sucked his cock down her throat, feeling the flutter of it around the tip as she gagged on him, raking her nails down his bare thighs while he face fucked her.

"Oh God yes." Jack whimpered. Keeping his eyes on her as she stepped into a pair of leggings, jumping to make sure they were snug on her ass, making her tits bounce with the jump. Jack wanted to be under her, watching her ride his cock, tits bouncing until he sucked them into his mouth, listening to her moans while she yanked handfuls of is hair, pussy squeezing tightly around him.

Jack felt the burning swell from his balls and before he was ready for it to be over, he was cumming all over the inside of his pants, trying to control the groans he milked out of himself, feeling the blinding orgasm temporarily blinding him as he stroked every last drop out of his dick until he was shaking, leaning his sweaty forehead against the cool window trying to catch his breath.

He accidentally knocked into the ashtray and sent it sliding out of the window, down the roof below to shatter on the sidewalk near the driveway. Y/n's head shot up and Jack dropped to the floor out of sight.

Jack was breathing heavily and felt mildly disgusted with himself covered in his own cum and hiding from his neighbor who he just used for a jerk off session. He banged his head against the bottom of the wall and noticed Ace was staring at him.

"Don't sit there and judge me. You were licking your dick after breakfast." Jack rolled his eyes at the dog who just rested his head back on the bed, minding his own business while Jack crawled towards the door to get to the bathroom.

#Jack Thurlow #Jack Goes Home #Jack x YN #Rory Culkin #Culkin Cult #One Shot Series #Glass Houses #Glass Houses Series #Smutty #TW: smut #8/38

[heycaitlinash]

The Mermaid Princess (CC List)

I was super excited for the new live action 'The Little Mermaid', and I decided to make some cc inspired by it when I couldn't find much out there (especially for base game - the mermaid outfit is a dress, no Island Living needed). I started on most of these before seeing the film, but I tried to make adjustments after watching it.

This is the first time that I've made cc for The Sims 4, so I did the best I could with recoloring existing meshes (a HUGE thanks to those creators!). I made a few cc items way back when for The Sims 2 or 3, but it's been a while. I really enjoyed the process, so hopefully you'll see more creations from me in the future!

The meshes for the recolors are linked below, and the recolor files are attached on Patreon for free (no subscription needed). You'll need both the mesh and recolor for them to work. Let me know if you have any issues, and I'll see what I can do to help! If you created any of the cc that I used and would like me to credit you in a different way, please reach out to me.

Download her from The Sims 4 Gallery. You will need to check the box to allow cc to see the listing.

EA ID: pixellefaire

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Skin Details

Eyebrows 15 by RemusSirion

Patria Nosemask N04 by Pralinesims

3D eyelashes ☆*:｡Part 5 by Miiko

Topaz Face Highlight by Nesurii

Serena Skin Overlay by Miiko

Skin Details by Kismet Sims

Tinsel Overlay (forehead) by lamatisse

Fraise Moles by pea-milk

Mouth Preset 06 by StretchSkeleton

MMSIMS Preset Ear 1 by MMSIMS

Whisper Eyes (default) by dangerouslyfreejellyfish

Makeup

Lipstick: Florence Makeup Set by Kumikya

Lip Liner: Cupid's Kiss Lip Kit Collection (LOVE LIPLINER #2) by peachyfaerie

Eyeshadow: Stalker Eyeshadow by Twisted Cat

Blush: Sunbloom Blush by virtygo

Any outfit specific makeup is listed below

Mermaid Dress

Dress Mesh: Mermaid Costume by Ms Blue

Recolor download link below

Hair: tessa twists V2 by sheabuttyr

Kiss the Girl Dress

Dress Mesh: Juliet Dress by Sandrini Feierabend Sims

Recolor download link below

Shoes: Shoes: Braided Sandals by Dissia Kitten Heel Lace Up Ankle Boots by Jius

Hair: (Left) SOLSTICE Hemi Scarf by greenllamas fae hair by greenllamas

(Right) Nova Hair & Bandana by wildlyminiaturesandwich

Farewell Dress

Top Mesh: Aitana by laupipi

Recolor download link below

Skirt Mesh: Maxi Skirt Boho Tiered by Asaym

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Shoes: Kitten Heel Lace Up Ankle Boots by Jius

Hair: tete twists V3 by sheabuttyr

Ballgown (I added this one for fun)

Dress: Alexandra Dress by Sifix

Hair: Mel Hair by dogsill

Lips: Dark Hour Lipstick by TwistedCat

Shipwreck Dress

Dress: Maxis Base Game Dress

Recolor download link below

Hair: london locs (femme frame) by sheabuttyr

Corset and Bloomers

Bloomers: Maiden Set by SimGirlz

Corset: «nemesis» corset by clumsyalien

Hair: london locs (femme frame) by sheabuttyr

Other Mods

Poses:

Modeling Pose Set 3 by Katverse

CAS Pose Cheerful 01 by Ms Blue

CAS Pose Gloomy 01 by Ms Blue

Sim'ply Shy CAS Poses by idavt

Lighting:

NoBlu v2 by luumia

NoGlo v2 by luumia

Radiance Shader Preset by MissLollypop

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This requires the GShade software

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[mysticalsoot]

mission sims and missing cues

a continuation of my self-indulgent boarding school au

A/N; i am so in love with this au.. I've got like two other fics for this ay in the works. lmk if yall want more of this-- totally did not expect this to be this long but I mean that's okay. also thanks to lilly and elliot for just being motivation to finish this-- and thank YOU for all the love on my writing cause holy fucking mother of gOD there's 110 of you now?? what??

summary; reader and wilbur are close friends and classmates but both have feelings for each other without the other knowing! they're thrown into a mission simulation together as commander and pilot and slight flirting ensues.

tw// swearing, maybe a smidge of suggestive flirting, definitely thoughts

words; 6.3k

pairings; cc!wilbur x gn!reader

pronouns; they/them and use of y/n!

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You loved every part of your school, you loved the classes, the teachers, and the activities but you couldn't help but favor the Mission Simulations above all else.

They were the most laid-back part of your academics, and it was a hands on experience that you could have any part in. You had the opportunity to do anything and everything with positions and experience and outcome. 

Although you were truly partial to being commander, you didn't mind any other position you found yourself in. Missions usually spanned around a week but in sessions. First two sessions would be training, and test runs, the third session would start the first half of the mission running about three hours and then the second half would be in the fourth session. You absolutely adored how they did this and found you got the most out of it, a real feeling for the position and role you'd be in and you could make a decision on if you liked it or not—and if you wanted to try the same position on a different mission another time.

Today's session was the first half, a three-hour run of the school's Mars Mission Sim and you had gotten the commander position. Your pilot being Wilbur. He was rather ecstatic about his role, only been put in mission specialist or station roles before—he was excited to be front and center in the mission, though it didn't really matter, he was just excited for a change of pace.

"So, have you come up with a 'first human on Mars' speech or do you need me to come up with it?" Wilbur is snarky in a playful way in the tone he uses, tossing a hash brown into his mouth as he watches you from the other side of the cafeteria table. You roll your eyes at him and fold your arms over your chest.

"Well, no-" He cuts you off.

"Good! I've come up with one!" He starts by standing up in a grandiose manner, not paying mind to any of the students on other teams staring at him.

"One step for humankind, one great step for alien kind!" He makes exaggerated steps, only a few before your crew trainer, Andy, looks over at Wilbur with this gaze of 'please sit down or I'm telling Evan' and he's quick to find his seat back in front of you.

"You're one of my favorites Wilbur, but you should be in drama school," Andy scoffs, looking down at his tray before standing and walking away to take care of it. Your gaze follows him before landing back on Wilbur in front of you. His elbow rested on the table and his eyes look past you.

You hum, "He's right, you should've applied to drama school instead," Then you shrug, chuckling to yourself as Wilbur's gaze lands onto you, turned into a playful glare.

"And miss out on the opportunity to steal my brother's best friend away from him? Never." His eyes shine with a playfulness to them, and he smirks. 

"So I'm just a pawn?" You put your hand over your heart in mock offense, a smirk of your own curling on your lips.

"Oh yes, just a pawn," 

Andy finds his way back to his spot, and he opens his teacher's binder to check the schedule, "I don't want to know what you two are talking about, do I?" He doesn't look up as he adjusts his glasses and sifts through the different pages.

"Wilbur says I'm just a pawn," You tell him and Wilbur gawks at you, offended at how quickly you told on him.

Andy looks up and ahead and then at you and then back at Wilbur, eyebrows knitted together and concern glazing over his irises, "Pawn in what?"

"My master plan to steal them away from Tech," Wilbur speaks nonchalantly, his glare dissipating and turning into a look of pride.

Andy hums, looks over at Wilbur and says, "Good luck with that." His attention is brought back to his binder before checking the time on his phone. He begins ushering the team to finish up with their meal, take care of their trays and stand in front of the glass wall just a few feet behind you when they're done.

"First one to the wall gets to say the first words on Mars," Wilbur smiles at you, eyes glinting with mischief and you can tell by his body language, he's ready to sprint.

"Okay, fine," You shrug and let him get a head start, subtly speed-walking over to clean up his meal, and take care of his tray. Although, subtly isn't the most accurate descriptor, his legs are long enough all he has to do is take longer strides and he can beat you almost immediately. You take your time, walking normally and then speeding up for a second, but you're still behind. Wilbur looks behind him at you and frowns.

"Why are you walking?" He tilts his head at you, stopping in his tracks.

"I don't want to win," You shrug at him, taking a few steps forward and follow behind him in line.

"Why not?" He's still facing you, his back towards the front of the line and you both put the tray's on the counter, taking care of the dishes and trash and putting them in their respective spots. Plastics, paper, plates, utensils, etc.

"Everyone will hear me and only a drama queen like yourself should get to say it," You smile lightly at your own comment, and you're out of line a moment later. You both stand by the exit of the short hall, the glass wall a few feet away from you both.

"You're such a pussy," He smiles and shakes his head as he runs off over to the glass wall, and you follow, yelling after him.

"Wilbur!" You grumble as you follow him, hot on his heels and of course, he's the first at the wall, his hand pressed against the glass and he sticks his tongue out at you, "You can't say that!"

He smirks, leaning down closer to your face teasingly and your breath hitches in your throat, "And why not?" 

You huff, moving to stand against the wall next to him instead of in front of him. You fold your arms over your chest and tilt your head up to meet his eyes, an annoyed glare filling your own, "You could get us both in trouble with that language, mister."

He leans down again, "Doesn't sound like a horrible idea, at least we'll be in trouble together," He smirks slightly, attempting to avert your attention from how pink his cheeks are, and how nervous his breath is.

"Wilbur," You warn, poking his chest and he giggles, leaning against the glass wall with you as you both wait for the rest of your team to meet you.

The rest of the kids take their time with meeting everyone else at the glass wall, both you and Wilbur growing anxious at how long it was taking. You tilt your head forward to look down the line for Tommy, making sure he isn't causing any mayhem too great for Andy. And then you lean back when you see he's just talking with his friends.

It seems that both you and Wilbur found yourselves at the front of the line, the rest of your classmates assumingly lining behind you both as a buffer between them and their crew trainer. To keep Andy from hearing the things they say, probably. He's heard it all from you and Wilbur, so he's far from bothered by whatever stupid thing one of you may say next.

It's a few moments and then he's at the front of the line, leading the hoard of kids down the ramp and around the corner in front of the training room. As per usual, only you and Wilbur are the ones in a proper line and it doesn't surprise anyone. Everyone else could care less and it didn't bother you or Will to speak to each other without facing one another. Plus, if anyone got in trouble for taking up too much space, at least it wouldn't be you or him.

Andy stops the group at the fence blocking off the training room and he tells everyone to stay put as he leaves to go into the back and talk to the trainers running today's mission. You and Wilbur decide to take a spot by the wall, and sit on the floor. You're squeezed up against him slightly, the rest of the group causing you both to get a bit squished. You do your best to hide the red that begins to crawl up your cheeks, looking away from him in hopes he won't notice. He does the same, without you knowing. Both of you are desperately trying to hide any inkling at the feelings you both harbor for one another. Letting that truth through creates vulnerability and being jokingly flirtatious is easy. It can be brushed off as a playful platonic joke. So why not be flirty and break your own hearts at the thought of unrequited feelings?

"You think they trained us enough?" Wilbur breaks the deafening silence with a playful question, mouth quirking up into a half smile, half smirk. His eyes glint with something you can't quite place.

You huff a laugh, "Do you think you paid attention enough?" You turn your head to face him, smile soft but mischievous. You lean against the wall, trying to subtly slink yourself a bit away from him. You don't really want to be away from him and his touch, but it makes you nervous and you don't want to make him uncomfortable. But you don't move, you can't make it obvious. He doesn't mind the touch either, but he too fears the possibility of making you uncomfortable.

"Hm, I think I have a decent grasp on the concept. It's just button pressing and reading lines, right?" Wilbur nudges your shoulder with his, a soft laugh of his own rolling off his lips, ones held in a smirk.

"Oh, you think it's that simple, pretty boy?" You try your best to hide the pink of your cheeks, plotting a response if he asks. For a brief moment he simply looks at you, mouth slightly agape before he shuts it, bringing back his previous smirk.

"Well, that's what it seemed to be, so I'd say it's pretty simple," He brushes past the use of the pet name and he looks away, a nervous smile replacing the smirk as he looks down at his lap. Oh, he's infatuated and dear god—he wanted nothing more than to fall out of love, out of the feelings he felt. They weren't reciprocated, and any point he may have thought they were, could easily be shut down by the excuse of playful jokes.

"Well, we'll see about that," You push up to stand, catching your eye on Andy and another trainer walking over to the team. He makes the motion to move along and follow him with his hand and so you jump to stand behind him, Wilbur following suit.

The group is led around the corner and into the mission control room. Everyone's instructed to put their backpacks and whatnot on the table far behind the rows of desks. Both you and Wil put yours down on the far end, next to each other's and your shoulders brush together when the rest of the group pushes towards you both. You try to shuffle backwards, but hit the wall that separates the rest of the room to the trainer's desk. Wilbur puts his hand on the small of your back, and guides you to stand in front of him when you get startled by the wall. He rests his hands on either side of your upper arms. You know you're blushing, you know it's obvious but you just hope he doesn't see or doesn't care or doesn't notice and—

"Alright, Andromeda, everyone split into your groups of who goes where and a space ghost will lead you out to your positions, alright?" Andy speaks over the loud conversations of everyone in the group, his hands cupping around his mouth to somehow assist in making his voice louder and heard.

You and Wilbur stay in your place, Tommy, Ash, Niki and James join you both in your corner. Tommy starts chattering about his position and Wilbur is quick to shush his younger brother, and Tommy grumbles in response, crossing his arms and huffing.

The six of you are silent as you await instructions, and another trainer comes over to your group, muttering something about following her and so you do, you first, Wilbur behind and then the rest in a clump behind him. It's barely a few feet around the corner to the capsule. The trainer walking in first, ducking in through the doorway. She stands over to the corner, letting the rest of you walk in and find your seats. Wilbur attempts to duck down but still manages to bump his head, holding back a few obscenities that would definitely get him in trouble.

You chuckle at the sight and he keeps his head ducked down as he finds his spot at his seat. He buckles in the best he can, and then the trainer tells him off, reminds him he has to put his suit on first. He grumbles to himself, and turns around out of his chair and joins the rest of you as you put on the white painters jumpsuits over your normal clothes. Light costume astronaut boots being put on your feet and velcroed in.

You look over at Wilbur and catch your eye on him as he struggles, trying to get his sleeves to pull down all the way, same with his pants legs. You huff a laugh at the sight, "Don't worry about it," You shake your head at him and adjust his collar, hands lingering on his chest before pulling them away to rest at your sides.

His eyes go wide in a playful way, lips curling into a slight smirk, trying to hold some semblance of a fearful gaze, "I could die, y/n!" 

You huff a laugh, turning away from him and sitting in your commander's seat, him following and sitting in the seat opposite you, "You, die? Yeah you're too stubborn for that," You open the small binder you were given and review it as you wait for the signal to start, a clarification from every position that they too are ready.

Wilbur follows suit and you swear you see him gaze at you from the corner of your eye. You smile softly and pretend you don't notice, "Wilbur?"

He hums, looking up from his book for a moment and he looks to you, a quizzical look on his features, "Yes?"

You nod your head towards the comms, "Joe asked for confirmation from you, pilot,"

"Oh!" Wilbur rushes to put his headset on, and presses the speak button, "Roger that SOCOM," He rests his head back against the headrest, sighing.

"Alright, I'll leave you guys to it. Remember the call buttons if you need anything at all, okay?" The crew trainer assigned to the Orion capsule then leaves out the door, being sure to get a verbal confirmation or a thumbs up from each of you.

"You'll do fine, Wilbur," You reassure him, going about various procedures, buttons and switches being turned on or off. Codes being entered and lines of numbers and codes being typed out on the screen.

"You think so?" His voice shakes, unsure of himself as he flips switches along with you, referencing his binder every few seconds.

You nod, "I know so," It's all you need to say as you press the last few buttons before the computer switches the simulation to launch. Voices muffled in your ear as you focus intently on what's needed to do next, when you get into Altair.

It's a few minutes of launch and then the program switches to a screen showing the stars and planets passing by. More switches need flipping and more buttons need pressing. You glance over to your right at Wilbur, his eyebrows knitted in concentration and anxiety. His finger skims the lines of words and instructions in his binder.

"You alright there, Wil?" You put down your book, keeping your eyes locked on him.

"Uh, yeah, fine, fine," He keeps his gaze locked on the pages before him. 

You revert your gaze back to your own work, still checking on him in the corner of your eye every once and a while. Everyone in the capsule was ahead of schedule, all buttons pressed and switches flipped so all you had to do now was respond to Mission Control and wait for docking. Wilbur's leg had started to bounce by this point and he was biting his tongue. His hands kept running through his hair and he seemed oddly stressed for a simple simulation. If you could stand up and walk over to him, you would. But you're buckled in (more like strapped in since there were no buckles and both you and Wilbur were insistent that you were secure in your seats), you couldn't unbuckle yourself and walk over to him, risking an unnecessary anomaly.

So, you reached your hand over to his shoulder, having to lean to your side to even reach him in the first place. His head shot up to look at you, eyebrows creased in a wrinkling worry and mouth drawn in a thin line. 

"Are you okay?" It was merely a whisper, only meant to be heard by you and him. It was intimate and private and your eyes were soft as they looked into his. He didn't know what to do with himself, the amount of care you showed him was overwhelming. His heart racing with anxiety and nervousness.

His face flushed pink, "Yes-"

You cut him off, tapping his leg that bounces and hits the console a few times with how lanky he is, "Your leg says otherwise," You smile softly to him, the softness matching your gaze.

"I'm okay," He tries looking away, up at the screen and he watches the digital stars. The white dots scattered on black in the monitor before him.

You rub his shoulder gently, "Can't help if you don't tell me what's wrong."

He sits there, fidgeting with his hands in his lap, eyes closing shut and a deep breath being taken, and then his head turns to face you, "What if I mess it all up?"

You smile, shaking your head, "That's not possible, I promise you won't," You pat his shoulder gently, soft and assuring smile held on your lips.

"What if I press the wrong button? Or don't get secured well enough? Or what if I mess up the O2 transfer, or--"

You cut him off, squeezing his shoulder gently. Mission Control is sure to be watching this all, but most are probably running around chasing someone so the thought isn't bothersome to you or Wilbur. The camera can't catch the light pink tinted on either of your cheeks anyways.

"I'll be right there to help, you're not alone. It's a job for both of us, if one of us goes down we both do. Triumphantly," Your thumb rubs over his shoulder, back and forth in a manner of comfort and consolation.

"They need their commander more-" 

You shake your head, "They need their pilot too," When the closeness is overwhelming, you back up, ruffling up his hair and finding your spot back in your seat, "Now, relax and ask MOCR if they're like, dead yet."

Wilbur smiles, wider now and he shakes his head with a light chuckle.

"Part of me hopes they're dead."

"Wilbur!" You scold him, smiling wide. The rest of the Orion crew is in their own world, not paying mind to you and Wilbur's bickering.

"Okay, not Joe, the rest though--" He cuts himself off with a giggle and presses the speak button on his coms box, "Mission Control, how is it over there?"

There's a crackle in your headphones and Joe speaks over the mic, "What do you think, Wilbur?"

"Ey, it's Pilot to you," Wilbur, while speaking with a stern tone, is smiling wide. Joe huffs and a scream is heard muffled behind him, "How bad?"

"Zombies, Wil, zombies," Joe sounds tired, exasperated and he leaves his mic on accidentally and there's a shuffle heard and more yelling.

"ZOMBIES??" Tommy yells and the entire capsule bursts out laughing, you, Ash, Wilbur, James, Niki-- Tommy just stands there oblivious as you all listen to the chaos in Mission Control.

"I didn't know there were zombies," Niki speaks up, giggling and sifting through her own guide book.

"I hope at least Mark survives," James then pipes up, and shrugs.

"What about the rest?" You ask him, turning in your chair to look back at him.

"Eh, they can get eaten alive," Everyone's heads spin to look at him and James simply shrugs.

"James!" You scold him, "You are both children," You look between both James and Wil as you speak and then you turn back to face the screen in front of you.

The speaker crackles again, "Docking is in five minutes, Orion," Joe sounds out of breath as he speaks, "You're on your own for now, half of my crew is dying,"

"Thank God," James mutters and Ash smacks his shoulder.

"James! Your mic is on!" Ash glares at his friend, huffing.

"Yeah, that's the point,"

Joe grumbles and his mic cuts off, now no longer any inkling as to what's happening in Mission Control, the six of you sit in silence, waiting for docking to complete.

"I don't want to jinx it--" Tommy begins speaking but he's then cut off by the rest of you yelling;

"NO!" in unison.

And then he draws his mouth in a thin line and crosses his arms, puffing his chest.

Silence blankets the air, and then a clicking is heard through the loudspeakers.

"Docked!" Ash calls out and Wilbur instructs everyone to unbuckle and follow you through to Altair. You crawl through the 'airlock' door between yours and Wil's stations and slip into the Altair capsule. Wilbur follows you, bumping his head on both sides of the airlock and then again when he stands. You giggle at him as you shuffle to find all the mic boxes and helmets and set them aside for landing.

"I'm not sure how you passed the first Astronaut evaluation-- You're much too tall for this job," You playfully poke at Wilbur and he rolls his eyes, finding his spot at the front of the room, by another control board. He puts on his headset, gesturing for you to do the same and then the rest of your crew all files into the capsule.

"They needed someone decently charismatic," He smirks smugly, looking through his guidebook again, landing on the page for Altair arrival and he begins the usual routine of button presses and switches.

"You? Charismatic? Yeah, no, they just felt bad for you," You chuckle to yourself, and he drops his hands from the control board in front of him, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall next to him, his eyes locked on you.

"You are so mean to me," He shakes his head, eyes still on you and your cheeks dusted pink. You averted your gaze from him, down at the control board.

"All in a day's work," You shuffle through your own book, pressing buttons and entering codes.

"Stop flirting, you two," James chirps up, rolling his eyes and messing with the screen in the far back.

You both turn bright red, focusing your gazes heavily on the control board in front of you, doing your best to ignore the words from your friends mouth. Tommy, Ash and Niki, find their own spots on the floor against the wall--James is too stubborn to join them and determined to stand as long as he needs to before landing.

"James, just sit," Niki is stern and pats the spot next to her. James looks over, watching her and shaking his head.

"I'm fine up here, Niki," He looks through his own guidebook now, nothing new for him to do.

"Alright, well, suit yourself," Niki shrugs, looking across at Tommy and Ash and striking conversation with them both.

You continue glancing over at Wilbur, his eyes intently focused on screens and buttons and words typed on a page. His face contorted into a focused gaze and it's endearing. Watching him so focused, working in a way. He's in his element--while you can't deny he's meant for music, something about him being in this STEM environment fits. A leadership role. If you weren't so bad at communication and speaking clearly, you would've immediately opted for Pilot--Commander was simply made for him. But then again, so was the position of speaking and commanding and communicating--and wow, he's so pretty. 

A few stray curls fall onto his forehead as his head tilts down to get a closer look at a separate screen, finger running over the words next to the O2 symbol. He's rolled up the sleeves on his jumpsuit, and he's stuffed a pen he grabbed, in his hair on top of his ear. 

You catch yourself staring and look away before he can notice, and when you look back at your crew, they all look away as if they were staring too. Probably at you, and most likely going to gossip later. You huff and squeeze through to the back, grabbing helmets and mic sets, handing one by one to each person. James first, since he's closest to you, then Niki, then Ash and lastly Tommy. He huffs, mumbling something about how he's obviously your least favorite. Which isn't true by any means, but the child insists.

And then you hand Wilbur his, and he nods to you, a curt smile on his lips in thanks. Your stomach flips and your cheeks burn but you shake it away.

A few more moments and Mission Control comes through the coms again, Joe sounding stressed and out of breath, "Landing procedure will begin shortly, please put your helmets on and secure your suits. Thank you," And then his voice cuts out again and Wilbur shrugs before pressing his coms button, responding with a short 'roger that'.

All of you begin readjusting your suits and hooking up your comms. Wilbur rolls his sleeves back down and to you that's slightly disappointing--but it's better than him 'dying' so you suck it up for the sake of the mission. James struggles with his helmet, grumbling and Niki giggles, helping him slide it on and secure it around his collar. He mutters something about it being stupidly difficult but you can't entirely hear. Your focus is on the boy in front of you, stumbling with his comms box as he clips it onto his belt and then he puts on his own helmet. Yours has already been put on and is perfectly adjusted. You'd be a liar if you said your suit was too small--it was much too long. So you had to roll the sleeves and pants legs to make it so you didn't trip. 

Wilbur struggles with the collar, fidgeting with it to get it to sit right, over the lip of his helmet. You hum, walking over to him, "Need any help?"

He nods, "Dear god, yes."

You smile softly and help flatten his collar and pull it up over the lip of his helmet. You fasten it in the back after ushering him to turn around and kneel a bit so you can reach. He turns around after you pat his back, facing you and smiling softly. Your hands linger on his chest for a moment, fingers messing with the edges of his collar to put it in its final place.

Wilbur speaks up, "Thank you," He smiles softly and you pull your hands away, eyes looking away and face turning a light pink.

"Anytime there, Wilbur," You turn to face the control panel, flipping the final switches before you all get the okay to step out.

Wilbur steps out first, freezes and mumbles "Mars, a new frontier," and the entire crew bursts into fits of giggles--Wilbur included.

You walk up to him, pat him on the shoulder and look up at him, smirk pulling at the corner of your mouth, "You regret making that deal, yet?"

He looks back to you, eyes wide with anxiety, "Perhaps," and he ushers you to the dome base just a few steps aside. You step through, the rest of your crew following like a line of ducklings. You all get settled in at your stations, familiarizing yourself with where things are and what things do what. 

It's calm and quiet, just waiting on further instructions from Mission Control when you and Wilbur decide waiting is for the weak. You both head out the door, over to Altair and begin oxygen transfer.

The plan is simple: connect the hoses to the oxygen tanks, begin the transfer at the computer and move it over to the base and repeat. It's a two person job, one manning the computer and the other with the tanks. There's a computer inside the base for transferring the O2 onto the base from Altair.

"So, I'll go on computer?" Wilbur asks as you both stop outside the doors to the dome, you look up at him. Eyes soft and you nod.

"That was our plan, right?" You smile smugly and Wilbur rolls his eyes, walking off and into Altair. You get the hoses connected and then Wilbur yells out;

"Ready?"

"Ready!" Your reply is loud, enough for him to hear but to not bother anyone else in the simulation room.

There's a simulated sound of hissing and the O2 transfers, a few moments pass and then you switch to the base and repeat everything you just did but in reverse, to empty it into the base's reservoir.

As you wait for the O2 to empty out, your mind begins to run off on its own accord. Wondering about Wilbur, if he's noticed any of your nervous glances, or the way your cheeks turn pink or red when he smiles--how you stared at him at his first volleyball game a few weeks back. Your dad told you off with a laugh--but it was hard to look anywhere but him. Anywhere but his ar-

You cut your thoughts short, bringing yourself back to reality when the O2 shuts off, and then you drug it back over to Altair. You looked around and noticed Wilbur wasn't in sight, nowhere near the base or by the computer--maybe he was inside of Altair, at the computer, waiting for you. You dropped the key to the O2 tanks and walked around the corner, sneaking into the door of Altair. No sign of the lanky nerd called Wilbur--you groaned in annoyance, hitting your head on the air lock opening when you stepped into the lander.

You shuffled yourself over to the computer, pressing a few buttons to get the transfer ready and you went back out; connected the tanks and went back in to press the final button for this transfer.

It was merely a waiting game as you patiently awaited the transfer to complete--if you were honest it was more impatient than anything, but no one needs to know that. You got bored, and partly frustrated and so you walked off while the tank filled and you went into the base.

"Okay, has anyone seen my Pilot? He's went missing and it's really difficult to transfer these," You wave your hands in frustration, "these, tanks!"

Tommy scoffs, Niki giggles and Ash closes the plexiglass door to the solitary bed James is laying in.

"Haven't seen him, sorry," Niki is the first to speak, going about her business grabbing medications and other things and handing them off to Ash.

"Not even an inkling?" 

"Nope," They all answer you at once, shaking their heads or shrugging. James' nope is muffled behind the plexiglass.

You groan and turn on your heels, dramatically exiting out the double doors. You drag yourself back into Altair, shutting off the transfer and continuing your previous routine, desperately looking for Wil as you do so.

"Y/n! I found it!" The familiar accent breaks through and you turn around to face him, a wide smile plastered on his lips and a small Mars Rover in his arms. He holds it up, smile still wide and warm.

"So that's where you disappeared off to?" You smile back, so soft and partially teasing. You fold your arms over your chest.

He nods wildly, "Yup! I'm gonna go fix it, I'll be right back out to help, okay?" Wilbur begins walking off and into the base, you chuckle to yourself shaking your head.

"You better, Wil!" You call back, desperately trying to hide the fluttering in your chest and the pink on your cheeks. There's no evident reason for your reaction other than just…him.

A few moments later and he's back out of the base, letting it loose on the floor and walking over to you. He pats your shoulder and slips into the lander, his legs sticking out for a few moments before he pulls himself all the way in. An ouch is heard along with a bang and you giggle.

"I'm okay!" He yells out, and you shake your head.

"It's already done, Wilbur!" You call out, the four words having been delayed by you until he got into the lander--just to mess with him.

You hear him huff and then slink out of the lander airlock. He takes a few steps down the ladder and walks over to you, "I dislike you right now," He holds a fake frown on his features, but his eyes are soft.

"Dislike is a strong word there, Gold," You smirk, arms folding over your chest again and eyes looking up, locking on his.

"Hm, it fits," He shrugs and turns on his heel, walking over to the satellite board, he stops and looks back at you, "Can you get the box underneath the medical bed? We need the pieces to fix this," If you didn't know better, you would've sworn he heard your thoughts back in Orion--maybe he did.

"I don't remember your role being commander?" You walk over to him, leaning against the board, a wave of confidence shooting through you.

"Might as well be," His lips curling into a smirk as he speaks, soft and quiet, "I'm better at taking lead, aren't I?"

This fucker-- You scoff, smirking to yourself and walking off into the base. You rub your hands on your face in an attempt to rid your cheeks of its burning redness and James looks over to you--

"Did you not notice how miserable I am? Or are you too busy with-" Ash yells at him, smacking the plexiglass before James could finish his remark.

"No-- sorry, both our mics are broken so we're pretty out of the loop," You mumble and kneel down to grab the box into your hands, "you dying or something?" 

"Yes!! I am!" James' tone is sharp and everyone giggles at his words, "Hey! Come on guys! That's what the Space Ghost told me!" 

Ash shakes his head, "No! They said you're having a severe allergic reaction, not dying."

James groans, throwing himself back on the bed flat, "I wish I was dying!" 

You laugh, shaking your head, "Alright, well don't treat him, Niki," and you walk out, box in hand.

You walk over to Wilbur, dropping the box in front of him and then putting your hands on your hips, "There you go, Commander, happy now?" 

He smirks, "Why yes I am, thank you," He leans down to open it and take out a few pieces, handing a good half of them to you and you huff, rolling your eyes.

"This power is getting to your head-- You're not even Commander," You start to place the pieces one by one in the way the instructions sheet requires-- it's not detailed instructions by any means. It's more or less an example of what it should look like which is plenty for you and Wilbur to go off of.

"Well, I might as well be. I thought you liked this?" His face never falls from the cocky smirk he holds, some sort of confidence of his own surging through his body. He looks over at you briefly, eyes locked down onto yours. "Me being in charge and all?"

Your eyes went wide and you hoped you were hallucinating-- or maybe daydreaming-- or maybe this was a dream. But you figured with how real it felt, your senses being in tact--that this was real. You felt your cheeks burn bright red and you simply stared, hand going limp and the piece of this big puzzle in your hand, falling and crashing into the box.

"I saw you staring, that's all," He smirks and shakes his head, moving along with his part of the puzzle and you swore you could see him blush too--

The thought is cut short when a Space Ghost comes out of the Mission Control room, ushering everyone to stop their roles for a moment and that we'll pick up where we left off next session. You silently thank the gods for this interruption-- keeping Wilbur from getting too cocky and you catch him wink at you as he follows the rest of the group into Mission Control.

Next session will be the death of you.

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[wildpeachfarm]

See the thing is with streaming its going to die regardless, yes companies handing out less contracts is killing it further but its already dying at a fast rate? I'm not a stream hater either btw I really enjoy them but like. For example. 2020, 2021? When school was remote and I only ever worked mornings because of covid hours? I was clocked into that Philza 8hr stream DAILY. I was scheduling my classes around those streams so I could do homework while listening/watching. Went as far as to use my monthly speaking privilge to ask Phil what date British Daylight Savings began so I could keep my schedule clear. The second everything was no longer remote, and store hours went back to normal, I maybe caught 2, 3, maybe 4 streams in that year before I decided enough was enough about QSMP and I LOVE hardcore content.

From a company standpoint I can see why YT may not be interested in handing out streamer contracts anymore. Like Dreamie and a few others they're recognizing the Covid Number Boom is over- but unlike Dreamie, because theyre a corporation, they can't just "stick it out" and "recelebrate milestones". They have a "bottom line" to protect and they're not getting that same sweet sweet ad revenue from streams because of decreased viewer counts. Esp bc people don't just go back and watch vods unless there's a REAAAALLY good reason to. So no ad viewership there either. They're going to go back to relying on videos (and unfortunately probably shorts as well, I hate the tiktok-ification of every socmed site) to keep their ad revenue up, especially with the battle of ad blockers. I see more ad and monitization deals being handed out.

With streams (bc vod watching is lowkey practically nonexistant) not being in high demand bc of time constraints (happening while busy, timezones issues) the demands for videos will be higher as videos are ALWAYS readily available. Someone uploads at midnight your timezone? I mean it'll be there when you wake up, you won't have "missed" anything like you would have a livestream. Get a video schedule set out and you're GOLDEN- the first thing I do when I get home from work is check if a handful of youtubers have uploaded to put on to watch. If not, I rewatch some of my fav vids.

Also psychologically I actually think this is for the better of all CCs as a whole. Streaming, esp for some of the hourly requirements some of these ppl either HAVE to hit to get paid or WILLINGLY put themselves through (Tubbo) you have to wear your persona the ENTIRE time. You have to make sure you don't slip up that ENTIRE time. You have to be entertaining the ENTIRE time. You have to filter yourself because it's all live. To me this just sounds like what I do on a daily basis masking my audHD and that shit is so tiring and it's why I could NEVER be a streamer. If you're recording videos you can control what goes out. You don't have to wear whatever persona you decide to put on for 8hrs for a stream, you can record 3 hours of footage and then be done for the day, and that can either be one video or multiple depending on a lot of factors. Accidentally say your mom's name? Cut the clip. Bit isn't funny? Cut the clip. They will still have to actively filter themselves yes but for a much less amount of time. In the end CCs will have a lot more mind power that they're not using up to take care of themselves. I genuinely think it's psychologically better for them all.

It's unfortunate that the streaming industry is going to collapse this way. But also seeing how the communities heavily affected by streaming are more drama filled than communities w/o streaming, I'm lowkey hoping it's for the best. Pulling the plug like this imo is a mercy kill.

And now I'm gonna wash my mouth out for all that corporate speak I just used. Sorry for the manifesto. And if someone wants to put this manifesto on reddit idc just crop/block any usernames IG

I appreciate the essay-andy-ing these are interesting thoughts! I don't think the streaming scene will collapse entirely but I do think that it will become more advantageous to be a youtuber because people have found that to be the most consistent for many years as a CC rather than streams which require a lot of additional things (like you mentioned)

And I feel like we are seeing quite a few people say they're going to prioritize youtube more in the future which seems to be the beginning of that transition

I am curious if twitch will ever try to keep certain big-viewer streamers on the platform with 'kick-style' ($$$$) contracts.

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[sandrockianblues]

Hello!! Do you have hcs how the characters would confess to the builder?🥺👉👈

I do! I did the male LIs only to ease the workload though, sorry 😭

🛍️Arvio🛍️:

He means well, he really does, but if the builder hangs out with him a handful of times consecutively- he’s gonna assume they’re together already and that they know. He’s the type to say he loves them rather soon since he’s a young idealist and romantic. Maybe he’ll even sneak a kiss to their cheek. But regardless, his confession may accidentally come in the form of his obliviousness to the builder’s own obliviousness.

🌻Burgess🌻:

It’ll take him a long while- and possibly several imported magazines’ quizzes from the cities- before he gathers the courage to confess. He’ll spend a month in preparation and religiously study over plants and flowers- maybe he’ll even request to telegraph and place an order to a floral shop somewhere to import them- but he confesses to the builder with a bouquet of flowers with a message in their meanings.

✏️Ernest✏️ :

He’ll begin to write small snippets of a new lead of his in a book. Their personality strikingly similar to the builder’s who just so happens to be his beta reader he requested to help him. He writes the character how he wants the builder to know how he sees them. How he acknowledges their imperfections and flaws, but thinks they’re something worth writing about and how they’re the main lead in his own life.

🌿Fang🌿:

It was subtle enough with him giving them natural supplements and small and quiet inquiries as to how they were feeling- but he accidentally confessed when he caught them by the shoulder on their way to the mines when he saw their panda eyes and pushed them back into the house to properly care for them. His attention and commitment to stay through the night in a chair besides their bed was enough of a confession, his hand gripping theirs was more so.

🌟Justice✨:

He’s a man of routine and habit. He and Unsuur are supposed to protect the entirety of a town that’s on the brink of devastation that he sometimes forgets about his own well-being when he really throws himself into his work. It’s not like Unsuur can dissuade him, he’s got his own responsibilities to carry out. And if the builder becomes a CC member or not, their presence to check in with Justice or bring him food means the world to him. He’s the type to accidentally slip up with a mouthful of food with his confession and freeze when he hears it, but he’s not the type to back down either and he’ll repeat it when he finishes this bite.

🤍Logan🤍:

Forgive him, he’s never experienced true love or had seen it between a couple really. His biggest examples he feels like just happened to end up together. And while he doesn’t hate or resent her, the knowledge of his mother abandoning his father and him left a certain scar that’s instilled a fear of being left once more. He’s lost his father, he’s not quite settled in town, his life is barely back on track- he’s not sure he can handle these newfound feelings. But when he can, he doubled his workload for them and he wants to share with them all his lessons he’s got in his arsenal for hunting and living. He’ll confess rather bluntly with a blush crawling up his neck and looking like he wants to fight instead of confess.

☀️Miguel☀️:

He’s a reserved person that shares little about his life and past. He’s got a standoffish demeanor and is well disciplined. But falling for the builder seems to break his resolve just a little. He wants to share those little details of himself with them but struggles to keep himself from sharing too much. Miguel wants to show them the beauty of life and the light, but fears his own love and appreciation will come across as another sermon or lesson. His form of a confession comes in his request to take a trip to a place where they can overlook the town and beyond, speaking to them in a softer voice. Help them see what they’ve gifted him the sight of.

💚Owen💚:

When Owen falls for someone, he falls hard. He tries to distract himself with his work but it’s not entirely easy when one’s work is a dining establishment people frequent- because it is the ONLY dining establishment. Even when he tells his stories does he find his eyes finding them in the crowd and wanting to see every reaction they have to his words. He too is a romantic, but he’s not as grand and bold as Arvio may be. He likes the quiet moments. He’ll confess by asking to cook for them privately, to tell them a story as he stands at the stove. He’ll confess he wants their full attention for this one moment, and from then on can he find himself happy that work and home life mix when he cooks for them both.

✂️Pablo✂️:

Him actually settling down on a crush and love is new to him. This is someone he finds himself liking regardless of what they dress like or style themselves. No one is more surprised than him. He tries to show it, and for all his confidence and suaveness, he’s kinda struck shy by the whole thing. More compliments are thrown out there, more skin care products, more asking of their style from back home. It’s not until they’re there for another hair appointment with his hands in their locks does he crack in a quieter voice saying he likes them and he doesn’t think that loving them will ever be out of style.

🏅Pen🏅:

Pen wants someone that’s not going to scold him and prod at his insecurities- loath as he is to admit that he’s got some. He’s arrogant and cocky, but he’s aware of where his limits and errors lie. To find someone that doesn’t point them out or treat him like he’s a bully would be huge for him. He secretly craves the softness he’s missing and someone to complement his personality. His way of confessing is more confusing as the builder suddenly finds themselves being told that he accepts their advancements and crush on him whilst being whisked away to either go fight or for a meal or if you’re lucky, him working out.

🚀Qi🚀:

Qi is oblivious to some advancements or flirtations if they’re subtle. He doesn’t have his head in the clouds, nah, his head is in mf space. He won’t know he’s got a thing for the builder until he starts getting distracted with his work or he’d rather let his thoughts of them wander them focusing again. His confession comes in a stilted and nonsensical hypothetical question to them with a blush coating his face like he’s drunk. He’ll say he can’t solve it, that no equation or theorem will help him but to test this “hypothetical” and see if his “hypothesis” is correct.

🪨Unsuur🪨:

Unsuur doesn’t really understand his feelings for a bit of time and they unnerve him a bit because it’s something out of his control. It’s out of his unique sense of his profound understanding of the world and life itself. He’s not great with people, yeah. But the fact that the builder continuously comes back to talk with him? That they invite and include him in things? They give him rocks and stones? The moment he realizes he’s falling in love, that’s it. Everything now makes sense. So they next time they give him a gem? He’ll ask if they realize what it means- he’ll ask how many he’ll have to accept until he can kiss them finally.

#siren speaking✨ #my time at sandrock #mtas #sandrock #mtas logan #Sandrock Logan #Mtas owen #Sandrock owen #MTaS qi #Sandrock qi #Sandrock Justice #Mtas Justice #Sandrock Arvio #Mtas Arvio #Sandrock burgess #Mtas burgess #Sandrock pen #Mtas pen #Sandrock Miguel #Mtas Miguel #Sandrock Unsuur #Mtas Unsuur #Sandrock Ernest #Mtas Ernest #Sandrock fang #Mtas fang #Sandrock Pablo #Mtas Pablo #Mtas anon ask #Sandrock hc

[salamandergoo]

This was written in snippets on a discord server, thought I’d clean it up and slap it here! Haven’t been able to stop thinking about roadie Steve 💕 There’s a lil bit of spice in here, just to keep things fun :)

Steve, after everything that happens, doesn’t really know what he wants to do. Working at Family Video is… fine, but Robin is finished with her gap year and now she’s getting acceptance letters and scholarship offers from colleges and trying to decide where to go.

She keeps asking him if he’ll be okay and Steve tells her to go because he’s excited for her! She’s excited too! And yeah, they’ve had nights where she stays over with him and they cry about how they won’t get to be attached at the hip, but they can’t stay in Hawkins, it’s not realistic. They’ll never be… okay, if they stay.

She goes off to college and absolutely loves it, she thrives there, and they’re in constant touch, but Steve feels like he’s lost a part of himself. His platonic soulmate, the woman he’s so used to just… being there, is gone. So when he’s invited to a Corroded Coffin gig, he jumps in, thinking that if nothing else, it’ll be a solid distraction from his wallowing.

They’ve played a few cities in Indiana, a frontman accused of satanic murders is pretty great for their image surprisingly enough, they’re just waiting for Gareth to finish school before they jump in fully. The show is pretty local, just barely outside of Hawkins city limits, but it’s refreshing for Steve to be… somewhere else, just for a night. And the gig is fun! Steve can’t hear the words to the songs too well, can’t keep up with the music so great, but he can feel it in his chest. And he loves the energy of it.

Partway through, something goes wrong with one of the amps and they’re trying to get it fixed. Steve offers to give them a hand, and in just a few minutes and some tinkering he has it working again. And the pats on the back from the guys and the bright smile from Eddie sparks something in Steve.

The next day, he finds himself in the library, checking out books on electrical equipment and instruments and anything he can think of, and starts reading up. By the time Gareth graduates and CC has a few shows set up, Steve comes along. He’s able to handle any technical difficulty they come across, he’s the guy making sure it all goes smoothly.

And suddenly they’re recording their first album and blowing up and Steve is their go to guy for live shows, he’s the first person on their payroll. For awhile, he’s the only one, he runs everything that isn’t playing music, but eventually, a few more hands are needed.

Eddie makes it clear that Steve is in charge, naturally trusting him to be the head of the road team.

The band is doing great and soon enough they’ve upgraded from Eddie’s van and Jeff’s station wagon to an actual tour bus. Eddie is so amped about it and it’s hard not to let his energy be infectious.

Of course, driving across hours of plains dims some of the excitement, but Eddie and Steve start to come up with… interesting ways to pass the time. Ever since they left Hawkins, Steve’s eyes have been wandering a bit. Turns out metal heads are his type, who could’ve guessed?

At first it was making out in an alley in Indy with a girl who had shaved hair and piercings shoving him against the wall and making him beg to eat her out. Then it was the boy in a leather jacket in the mosh pit in the middle of summer, sweat slick skin covered in ink and a gentle hand but commanding voice in a motel room. And then it was his own fantasies, covering his mouth as he touched himself in a shared hotel room bathroom thinking about Eddie, who else?

So there’s an ongoing game of gay chicken and Eddie hasn’t been quiet about his own conquests along the way. It’s little things, Steve shifting a little closer to Eddie on the bus, a hand on the thigh that creeps upwards, whispering in hushed tones just a little too close.

It finally snaps in California, a sold out show attended by Argyle and Jonathan (who moved back out west a few months after the world didn’t end). They’re slipped a few “party favors” before heading off to a motel for the night, a reprieve from the rumbling, uncomfortable mattresses on the bus. One of the rooms only has one bed because of a booking issue and before anyone can complain, Eddie snatches the key and declares that “Stevie’s with me”.

So the band splits up to go to the rooms, Eddie has to wait while Steve inspects the bed closely to make sure there’s nothing gross, and then they settle in, still sticky with sweat and buzzing with adrenaline. Eddie lights a joint and teases Steve a little with the way he groans and sighs as he takes a hit, but Steve gives as good as he gets

He straddles Eddie’s lap and asks to shotgun in this pretty, lilting voice, cocking his head in a way that makes his eyes, sparkling with mischief, catch the light just so. And Eddie isn’t going to deny a pretty boy on his lap, not when he’s seen Steve in those tight jeans. He takes another hit and tugs him in by the shirt collar, breathing out the thick smoke into Steve’s waiting, parted lips. And Eddie is treated to the sight of thick eyelashes fanned against freckles cheeks, the expanse of pale skin on Steve’s neck as he tilts his head back to avoid blowing the smoke back in Eddie’s face.

And Eddie can only restrain himself so much as he leans in and kisses the faded scar that cuts across Steve’s adams apple. Steve licks his lips and is looking at Eddie’s mouth when he opens his eyes and something between them snaps. He leans in and whispers, “kick me if I’m misreading this” before kissing Eddie on the lips. It’s firm, but not messy, charged and searching. Eddie has to take a second to remember how to move his limbs, holding Steve tight around the waist, careful not to bump the lit joint against his shirt.

He kisses back, but it’s not enough, he needs more, wants to ride out the low thrum of the coming high with Steve. He pulls back just long enough to take another hit and lifts a hand to cup Steve’s jaw. He breathes the smoke out, letting his tongue trace Steve’s lip as he takes it. Steve holds the smoke like a fucking expert, tangling his tongue with Eddie’s as he lets the smoke back out from the corner of his mouth. Eddie distantly wonders if he looks like a dragon like that, a thought that has him giggling. And then it’s really hitting him that he’s 1) a rockstar 2) making out with his high school crush Steve Harrington and 3) absolutely rock hard.

Judging by the pleased expression on Steve’s face when they part for air and the way he grinds his hips down slow and teasing, he definitely noticed that last part.

#steddie #steddie fic #roadie Steve Harrington #stranger things fic #stranger things #corroded coffin

[watchyourbuck]

Fuck it Friday ✍🏼

Tagged by the lovely @wikiangela <3

More jealous!Eddie. I read your comments & cc and I’ve made some adjustments to the story. This is 20 of the 44 sentences I owe you for the poll game! 🏃🏽‍♀️✨

The threat Eddie’s hands imposed didn’t last long. Buck took them both in his before they reached his neck and rapidly maneuvered them behind the shorter man’s back, pulling him in as a consequence. They were suddenly very, very close.

Eddie would be lying if he said his heart didn’t immediately jump. He could practically feel the heat coming off Buck’s skin from under his own shirt. Still, he wasn’t at peace, so he struggled. Hard. “Let go of me.”

“Tell me what’s going on with you first” urged Buck, his voice soft for the situation. It was maddening, but it was working. No matter how much he moved, he somehow ended up farther into his arms, like quicksand. “You’re acting like a lunatic and I deserve to know why.”

He grunted and scoffed, opening and closing his mouth several times, a bit of a reality check washing over him. “I- uh, I plead the fifth.”

Buck’s grip became tighter, and he was forced to look at him, swallowing. Staring into anyone’s eyes was easy for him, but he wouldn’t win against these.

“For someone who came in here banging on my door and demanding to come inside, you sure seem like you have nothing to say.”

Again, he had no option but to swallow. Truth be told, he wasn’t really thinking. There were few moments in his life where his vision was completely red, and this was one of them. If only he hadn’t listened to her.

His muscles tightened, an uncomfortableness setting in his every fiber. He felt like he was coming down from a very painful high, and he wasn’t ready to face anyone about it, especially not Buck. “Let go of me” he ordered. “Now.”

Instead of stepping back, the blond man moved closer, letting go of Eddie’s arms but cornering him against the kitchen aisle. “Not until you calm down.”

But how was he supposed to? Everything she told him was real, and the proof was right before his eyes. He had marched in here with a purpose, but that purpose was misguided. He was everything she told him he was. “I can’t.”

It could have been the uneasiness in Eddie’s eyes, or maybe the fact he owed him, but before either could do anything about it Buck was leaning down and capturing his lips with his own.

It was one fast kiss, touch and go, just to calm him down, he told himself. It quickly became hungry.

Eddie’s hands pushed on his chest almost desperately, trying to fight him off, but Buck kept him steady by the hips, overpowering him until he relaxed under his touch. No less than three minutes.

“Eddie” he pleaded, his voice breaking as he put some distance between them. “Please tell me what’s going on with you.”

Thing is, Eddie’s brain had stopped working around the same second he felt Buck’s tongue. He had desired this for so long, and now that he had it… he didn’t deserve it. “No” he finally said, pushing Buck away softly. “I’m not gonna let it happen like this.”

“Eddie” insisted Buck. “It’s just you and me.”

A spark of something lit up inside him. So Buck was alone. Simultaneously and unwillingly, the pit in his stomach deepened. “You didn’t- did you- well did she-”

“There was no date, Eddie,” said Buck, stopping his train of thought rather violently. “Did you really think I was gonna go after you kissed me? You kissed me. Have you thought about that? You kissed me.”

“You keep repeating it like it’s the worse thing that’s happened to you” he barked, hitting him on the shoulder. Honest to god, he had no idea how to dig himself out of this situation and he was starting to panic.

Buck took one step closer and Eddie’s breath hitched, his heartbeat raising. He couldn’t stop staring. “No, Eddie, it wasn’t. And if you had asked me to stay, I would have.”

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Tags!! @alyxmastershipper @eddiesbvckley @eddiecore118 @buckleys-diaz @buckleyndiaz @buckleyobsessed @911onabc @princessfbi @honestlydarkprincess @thewolvesof1998 @forthewolves @fortheloveofbuddie @wildlife4life @cowboy-buddie @cowboy-buck @try-set-me-on-fire @transbuck @thosetwofirefighters @housewifebuck @malewife-buck @lover-of-mine (let me know if u wish to not be tagged in the future!)

tags for readers: @mattsire @knightlywonders 💗

#I’m not really sure how this is gonna end #the she im talking about is an asshole tho lmao #evan buckley #buddie #eddie diaz #911 tv show #911 fox #buck x eddie #evan buck buckley #911 #911 abc #buck and eddie #buddie fic #buddie fanfiction #buddie fanfic #911 buddie #buddie drabble

[hearts4juzi]

Hai :3 do u have any wacky wild michael hcs

oh do i!

both adult and teen. loser has been on my mind again.

He gets super fucking cold for no reason and blamed it on ghosts until after fnaf 6 where he brought it up as a joke and the ghost kids were like "...none of us did that" and now he's convinced theres a whole extra ghost after him. (it was cc he didnt mean to initially but cassidy thought it was funny)

He talked to the animatronics all the fuckin time. like he just. chatted with them. especially the fnaf 2 ones. charlie had to sit there and watch him talk to actual robots thinking they were kids. they werent and she told him that in fnaf 6 because she found it so fucking funny

clumsy as HELL i know that man was banging his knee in the SL vents and swearing under his breath

teen mike was also clumsy. probably split his lip on concrete all the time as a kid.

he was also the kinda kid to say "nah, check this out!!" and wake up in the hospital

this is a gross one but. he dealt with bugs a lot post scoop (especially. flies. and what comes with them. iykyk). he'd come into work on mondays smelling like a can of bug repellant. you wont believe what he showers with instead of water.

He was williams least favorite but they had a weird relationship between him moving out and elizabeths death. like some days william despised him and michael just wanted to blow them both up with his mind and some days he comes home like "Hey mike whats up want some pizza for dinner tonight?" and michaels like "fuck yeah why not."

he's henrys favorite afton as a teen and he knows it. and he uses it. Henry fuckin loved that kid he had the man wrapped around his finger. William also notices it and he gets mad at henry over it.

in relation to that, henry was really gentle with michael which was. not helpful im sorry 😭

mike sleeps pretty casually. hes not a light sleeper but not a deep sleeper. unless hes tired. if he hasnt been getting enough sleep youll know because he sleeps like a ROCK.

he fucking loves italian food. for no reason. he just does

he unironically eats beans on toast. He tried it as a joke and then just. never stopped.

he still has his foxy mask it just doesnt fit him. he tries it on again and it hurts his head

cannot afford to go out to eat often and GOD does he complain about it. he is SO FUCKING LOUD when he complains about it. he wants his takeout man

Loves animals but they hate him. A crow tried to take a bite out of him post scoop once nad he had to fight for his life. bro saw his family for a moment there

he is so polite most of the time but if you talk to him after his shift he'll fuck you up. rudest bitch on the block and he was an asshole teen so he knows how to run his mouth

he plays solitaire.

does not know about the context but whenever hes depressed he says "tomorrow is another day" because time moves on anyways!!!! also idk i think its neat

he ate shit in the middle of his shift once and bashed his face on one of the counters and his coworker found the blood the next day and managed to start a rumor that someone died there until michael came in to work with his face bandaged up.

these are so rambly but funny so im gonna keep going

skateboards <3 totally tried to show off and ate shit until william told him if he went to the hospital again he'd take the skateboard. he still ate shit. just hid it better.

taught evan to do a lot. If he didnt feel like bullying him (for an array of reasons, but the biggest is just. boredom. or loneliness. or a mix) he'd teach him something just because he could. skipping rocks, flying a kite. michael doesnt remember it very well but evan does

cassidy kicked him in the knee so hard he was limping for an hour and so he found the golden freddy suit and kicked it too at one point. she didnt feel it tho. and jumpscared him out of spite.

he loves dogs and once brought evan to see one because his friends were busy and he hates being alone and the dog bit the shit out of evan. foreshadowing.

oh yeah i totally think he gets lonely btw. do not leave that guy alone he will get very sad and pathetic!!!

im capping myself here because jesus christ.

#me: ive been losing interest in michael #also me: SO ABOUT MICHAEL. #tzu rambles #tzu asks #headcanons

[crisiscutie]

Yes Yandere CC Sephiroth.

Thanks!

I can give this another shot. The darling is gonna give her sweet Sephy an amazing gift. 💜💜💜

Content Warning: NSFW, Mommy Kink. Gentle Femdom Goodness.

The darling did promise to reward Sephiroth for being such a sweet and behaved boy lately. Well, "behaved" as best you can get from him.

The two had just begun their bonding time, and were undressing each other, ready to get to the action.

He passionately kissed his mommy darling, relishing the sensation of her pillowy fat tits in his hands as his tongue swirled around hers.

Employing her alluring and motherly qualities, the darling gently instructed her sweet boy to go on all fours.

C.C was filled with excitement and curiosity as he obediently followed his mommy darling's commands.

The darling positions herself at his rear, whispering words of encouragement, whether for herself or for him, who knows.

He felt an intense rush of pleasure as her nimble fingers traced the contours of his toned, inner thighs, leaving him feeling ecstatic.

She gave his heavy balls a loving kiss, almost giggling as they visibly twitched with need afterwards.

Her fingers worked together, teasing the veins on his thick cock while collecting the pre-cum dribbling from it.

His thick and sticky pre-cum from him is so strong that it's like a living entity, yearning to engulf every corner of her mouth and throat as she swallows it. She could feel his dark desire to be with her forever coursing through it.

C.C. is doing everything in his power to stay calm, but the slow-paced tease is pushing him to the brink.

"You're a good boy, Sephiroth. Thank you for being patient..." In her motherly voice, the darling spoke softly and reassuringly.

Though his feral spirit longed to take her, he kept it in check and remained in control, determined to be the "good boy" his mommy darling always wanted him to be.

The darling leaned closer to his tight hole, giving his pink rim a testing lick, eliciting a pleasurable gasp from him.

Taking it as her sign to proceed, she licked his hole thoroughly, coating it with her saliva.

Lost in a world of pleasure and affection, C.C. let out a low moan and whine while his hips jolted.

She stopped licking and pulled away, leaving a trail of saliva from his rim to her lips. It slowly dissipated as she spoke.

"You've been good for me... I want to make this even more special."

The darling pressed her pillowy tits together, enveloping his thick cock between them as she went back to pleasuring his rim.

With a swift motion, she slid the tip of her tongue into his tight hole, and felt his muscle contract around it as he gasped in intense pleasure.

Using her pillowy tits, she moved them up and down his thick shaft while simultaneously thrusting her tongue deeper into his hole.

C.C. followed along, languidly fucking her tits in his pleasurable trance.

His tight hole was a feast for her tongue. She savored the feeling of its rough texture as she explored every inch as much as she can.

With his shaft throbbing and his balls twitching, darling knew it was time for him to release.

The corrupted seed that he released was thick, and it quickly covered her tits and torso. It felt like it was slightly moving, as it attempted to cover as much of her as possible. She can even feel it drifting down to her cunt.

C.C. collapsed onto the bed afterward, his body shuddering with pleasure.

"Mother... I-I..."

The darling withdrew her tongue from his hole, laying next to him afterwards.

"I know, Sephiroth. This gift is for you and you alone... No one else will have it." She stroked his head.

With a euphoric smile on his face, he nuzzled his head into her cum-covered tits and closed his eyes.

"I love you, Mother..."

I had this request before and struggled with it. But I think I did well this time~! Only this Sephy can get eaten out by the darling. 💜

#ff7 sephiroth #final fantasy 7 #sephiroth #sephiroth x reader #crisis cutie #ff7 #house of sephiroth au #yandere sephiroth #final fantasy x reader #tw: mommy kink #c.c rambles

[cealesti]

"write what you know"

Hi anon! Thank you for the ask for the WIP Tag Game and I'm sorry it's so late! I'm a great procrastinator.

"Write what you know" is precisely that: me, writing Tomarry, in a context I am intimately familiar with.

Fingers tapping a quick rhythm against his desk as he waits for his headset’s Bluetooth connection to go through, Harry sighs irritably. “Come on,” he whispers, mindful of Hermione’s ongoing meeting. “Come on, fucking connect you piece of - good morning.” He mutes his mic as quickly as possible and slouches back in his chair, rubbing his bleary eyes with a groan. He grabs his cup of tea with both hands, sighing as the warmth seeps into his cold hands, and looks sightlessly at the screen as a couple of icons join the screen, waiting for the start of the daily. He grimaces as he starts to hear Ron’s snoring from the couch. He waves wildly to catch Hermione’s attention. He fell asleep on the couch, he mouths and she purses her lips. She mouths something back, but he doesn’t catch it, too distracted by the last person to join the call. “Good morning, everyone.” The voice is smooth, aloof. Tom Riddle always sounds pleasant, put-together, and polite. Harry’s eye twitches.  “I see everyone’s here already, excellent. Let’s begin. Draco, do you want to start?” And so it goes. One by one, everyone gives a short little update on their progress, taskboard blinking mockingly at them from Riddle’s shared screen. When it gets to his turn, Harry unmutes his microphone unenthusiastically. “Right. So, I started on that front-end task yesterday -- that one, yeah -- but I got waysided ‘cause of that incident ticket, the one about the loading times?” “Yes, I saw it,” Riddle replies, a faint noise of scrolling in the background. “Did you figure out what was wrong?” Harry huffs out a breath, rubbing at his eyes. “Not really. Nothing seemed wrong on my end, so I asked Barty to run the endpoint on his machine and we both got the expected loading times. I reached out to Abbott, from Sprout’s team, to check if it could be the middleware acting up, but she hasn’t got back to me yet.” Riddle hums again. “Did you CC me on that email? I can’t seem to find it.” “Er, no,” Harry isn’t sure how yet, but he knows he’s fucked up. “I sent her a message over Teams. We worked together on those integration tests a while back -” “Ah,” Riddle interrupts, a touch too delicately to be genuine, and Harry closes his eyes, silently counting to ten.

[Or: Harry is the junior consultant two meetings away from a nervous breakdown. Tom is the PO who keeps scheduling hour-long Dailies.

A love story.]

#just a disclaimer here: the part im familiar with is the profession. i'm actually not fucking my PO. nor do i have any intention to do so #also hermione is a lawyer and ron is a nurse #eve.txt #wip tag game #writing updates

[angelsanarchy]

Glass Houses: Jack Thurlow x Y/N Series CH 16 -> CH 17

Tagging: @roryculkinluvr @thatsthewrongwallcraig @icarus-star @cc-luvr @madamemaximoff06 @shady-the-simp @quicksilversg1rl @s-0lar @kristennero-wallacewellsver @ophelialaufey @mayathepsychic1999 @x-prettyboy-x @rorylover71

Jack knew he had to come clean to Dr. Carty about what he did the other night. He was surprisingly not as pissed as he would have expected.

"Jack, if your side effects were this bad then you should have told me. I will send a few new prescriptions to the pharmacy but I want you to start making notes of the side effects every day. We have to figure out a better way for you to get the things you need without wrecking your system." Dr. Carty pinched the bridge of his nose.

"You're lucky she checked on you when she did. You could have died." He scolded softly and Jack nodded his head.

"I know. I guess if I'm going to have a guardian angel, it's probably a good thing she's a nurse that lives next door." Jack could see that Dr. Carty wasn't impressed with the humor.

"You should consider adding her as an emergency contact in the event you decide you want to get a little fast and loose with your medications again." He peered over his glasses and Jack scrunched his face.

"I don't think we're there just yet." Jack didn't want to burden Y/n with so much of his shit so soon. He wanted to build up a connection before she had to be a part of all his demons.

They talked for almost an extra hour, discussing new medications, what they're supposed to do and some of the side effects. Jack made sure to make a list to ask Y/n about the next time he saw her which turned out to be at around 9:30 that night. He saw her taking her evening walk as he sat on the porch reading through googles best medication side effects. He sat the computer down and jogged towards her.

"Hey!" She jumped making him laugh.

"Sorry, you scared me." She pulled her headphones out and pocketed them as he started walking next to her.

"You're looking a lot better. How are you feeling?" Y/n she asked as he shoved his hands in his pockets.

"I'm feeling a lot better thanks to you. I just wanted to apologize again-"

"Jack please. I'm just glad I was able to get to you in time. I highly suggest switching to weed if you need something to knock you out but that's just my medical opinion." She smiled at him.

"I finally talked to my Doc about the medicine change. I made a list of all the ones he's changing up just in case you want to give an opinion on that too." Jack pulled the list out and she laughed.

"Are you comfortable sharing that with me? I mean you can just tell me about the side effects when they hit. You don't have to-"

"I trust you." Jack pressed and she took the slip of paper. She nodded at the names and handed it back to him.

"These are some good alternatives. I would keep an eye out for dry mouth with this one. They make tabs to put under your tongue if it gets too annoying." Jack smiled at the recommendation.

"Who takes care of you if you're taking care of everyone else?" Jack asked curiously.

"Oh I've taken care of myself since I was young. I don't require a lot of care anyway. You'll be shocked to hear I am insanely boring." She lowered her voice.

"I don't believe that for one second. I'm sure you've got a wild night life that no one knows about. Maybe a secret second job at a club where you can dance in scantly clad clothes to get your kicks." Jack teased.

"So you think I'm a nurse by day and a stripper by night?" She laughed.

"I barely have enough energy to wash my hair let alone change out of scrubs to find some upper body to swing around a pole. Plus I have terrible knees." Jack laughed as she tried to show off a squat and winced.

"Okay so no secret double life. How about hobbies? What do you like to do when you aren't working or taking care of your mom and crazy neighbor?" Jack watched her take a moment to actually think about it.

"I like to read. I like to build things with my hands. I love to paint." Jack let out a belly laugh.

"Well shit why didn't you say that? I have tons of house that needs painting!" Jack gestured over his shoulder towards the house and she shook her head at him.

"I like landscape painting, not free manual labor." She pointed out.

"Maybe you could do a painting for me? My dad was an artist. He has this drawing of the house that kind of got wrecked during the clean out. I would love to get it redone. I'll even pay you for it." Jack offered.

"You don't have to pay me. I'm not an artist. I just like to paint." She blushed. This was kind of the first time Jack had seen a more vulnerable side of Y/n. She always seemed confident in how she presented herself. As a nurse, as a daughter, as a care taker.

"What about you? I think you mentioned you like to write?" Y/n remembered.

"Yeah I'm working on a book about my life...kind of. Changing the names to protect the guilty I suppose." Jack rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

"I'm sure it'll be great. The horror stories of our lives always make for believable fiction. Most people don't think there are people who actually struggle as writers portray." She paused in front of the front gate and Jack stopped walking.

"Maybe...you could read some of what I have? Let me know how believable it is?" Jack asked nervously earning a sweet smile.

"I would love that, Jack." Jack now felt more anxious than before knowing she might hate his writing or his life story.

"I'm glad you're feeling better. Please call me if you start to feel your breathing getting weird. I'm still worried you're going to have after effects." Y/n touched his arm and he nodded.

"I'm feeling better, I promise but I will call you if anything feels off." Jack promised.

"You can call me too if you need anything...or you know, you just want to talk." Jack took a step further and Y/n laughed.

"You want to talk about all the neighborhood gossip? Did you see Sharon's new gardening outfit? Absolutely scandalous." She teased.

"If Sharon's the one with the red hair and huge tits then yes, absolutely scandalous." Jack's smirk made Y/n hit his chest with the back of her hand.

"Ew Jack! Stop jerking off to the neighbors!" She pushed her way through the gate and Jack threw his hands up.

"What!? You can't just expect me to not take advantage of free tits!? I'm a man!" He defended.

"Now you're hurting my feelings. I thought I was special." She put her hands over her heart.

"You are. You still hold the top spot of best tits in town." Jack admitted. Y/n smiled so brightly her cheeks were blushed as she shook her head.

"Goodnight Jack." She waved over her shoulder and Jack turned back to the road to walk himself home. He took a breath he didn't know he had been holding, worried things would have changed between them. He was ready to make a different kind of connection with Y/n. He just hoped she felt the same way.

#Jack Thurlow #Jack Goes Home #One Shot Series #Glass Houses #Glass Houses Series #Rory Culkin #Culkin Cult #Jack Thurlow x Y/n #16/38