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mochiroreo · 6 months

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I had to sign to the Devil now I’m on

Alpha!Rafe Cameron & Alpha!JJ Maybank x Omega!reader

TW: 18+ MDNI, NON-CON, DUBCON, afab!reader, reader being called “honey” most of the time, toxic alpha behavior, threesome, rough unprotected P in V, creampie, fingering, squirting, oral ( f receiving), choking,degradation, biting, primal play (non-consensual), a/b/o terminologies, marking/bonding, spitting, (let me know if I have missed anything!)

Author’s note: screw my halloween thingy. i clearly underestimated myself by thinking that I can write something short and call it a day while working full-time and writing book reviews as a side job lol. love you all and thanks for sticking around!

P.s. this is not beta’d hehe. We die like men.

“Do you need anything else?” Concern was evident on your mother’s voice, her shadow showing that she’s still outside your door, patiently waiting for an answer. “I-I’m fine mom..” you breathlessly answered “I t-think I can h-handle this for now.. thank you.” Before you even finished thanking her, another wave of nausea made you stumble towards you toilet. You tried to empty your stomach that was already empty for days now, puking your heart out.

Hearing you vomiting, your mom entered the room and held your hair out of the way, kneeling with you while rubbing soft circles on your back. She helped you cleaned up yourself, gently laying you down on your bed before arranging an array of snacks and microwaveable soups near your desk along with medication that might help ease out the pain and.. heat spells.

“I will ask your dad to give you space, we will go out for a few days, I know how much you hate our scents at this time. I am so sorry honey I cannot help you—“ “it’s alright mom. This is already too much.” You smiled at her, easing her nerves before quickly pressing a kiss on your forehead, trying not to overwhelm you with her own scent. “Just message us once you feel like its over, okay? Or anything, really.” Giving a curt nod, she left your room, hearing her softly talking to your dad.

Both of your parents are Alphas, based on the genetics class that you took, you have to be an Alpha as well. Everyone around you presented months ahead of you, some even years. Being the only late-bloomer at a small town, word quickly travelled and you were labelled as the “odd” one. You ignored them though, confidently assuring yourself that you are going to be one of the small numbers of being an Alpha. Omegas were very rare as well, yet you would rather be an Alpha with how severe Omega heats are. And as far as you know, if an Omega presents, their heat immediately follows. You really don’t want to be handling two major things in one sitting.

Something in your gut was not feeling right as you listen to your lecturer, taking notes on all the possible symptoms for every class.

You were having a small crisis during one of your breaks at the university, frustrated at still not having a status on the ‘hierarchy’ while ignoring texts from 2 annoying people that you try not to meet on campus every day. Your phone kept on vibrating, making you sigh in annoyance and proceeding to block those 2 numbers despite knowing that they will find another way to send you messages.

The two annoying people that got blocked was JJ and Rafe, who happens to be the top Alphas on the campus that you pay no mind to. Who also happens to be the people you have drunkenly slept with after a night long of partying for the first time. Waking up sandwiched in between of them, all three of you covered in bites and hickeys, your mind quickly presented every possible thing that the woman at campus might do to you. You carefully slide out of their hold and quickly dressed up, tiptoed your way out without even leaving a note.

You tried to act normal the next day, thinking that if you don’t pay any attention to them they wouldn’t notice you nor remember what happened that night. But with how heavy their gazes are towards you, you quickly realised that they are not on the same page as you are. Confusion ate you as to why would it bother them, but you continued to avoid them and their gazes. It was quiet for a while, before they started texting you. It went from “Hi. Its JJ :)” “Hey its Rafe” to “Would really love to feel you again” “you were so hot that night” which made your cheeks burn in embarrassment, quickly deleting their messages, only to be met with a new number and tons of missed calls.

You do not get their obsession at all, cause you are pretty sure you were hammered that night. Shots after shots, cocktails after cocktails, you were sure you just got wild and did the usual things to them that would be done with a normal hook up. You did not expect your first time partying to end up in their arms, but sure as hell you do not want to experience whatever might happen if word goes out that you slept with the “hottest” people in your university.

Sighing, you stared at your melting smoothie. The gloomy weather was affecting you as you slowly face the sky. You looked down at your sprawled out notes, trying to talk to yourself to study instead of overthinking about when you would present. The sky looks gloomier, making you quickly pack your things as it looks like its going to rain, when suddenly you felt dizzy.

You quickly balanced yourself, clutching your bag near your chest in shock. You were just thinking on what might be the reason before another wave of dizziness hits you once again. Sitting down slowly on the bench, you quickly messaged your bestfriend if she can take you home. Your best friend immediately came to where you are, helping you on her car. “Holy fuck you look so pale” she commented in the middle of the drive towards your house, your hair sticking at your nape and your forehead as you feel hot and cold at the same time.

Your best friend told your parents what happened, letting you rest. A few days rest would be enough, you thought. That clearly did not work. 5 days went by like a blur, days were spent on having the highest fever ever to vomiting the soup that you ate for lunch. And with how severe and noticeable the symptoms are, your parents chose to go out for a while to not overwhelm you with their pheromones, leaving you alone.

The nausea that you had throughout those days was replaced with something more embarrassing and something that made you cry in frustration. The sudden heat and wetness that kept on pooling on your legs with the excessive amount of releasing pheromones into the air only meant one thing.. you’re presenting as an Omega and you’re having your first heat.

You laid down sweaty on your bed, the room stuffy and boiling hot for you despite the cold autumn air entering through your windows and the AC that you have turned on. A wave of pleasure had hit your body, your hands pushing down the garter of your soaking wet underwear, immediately slipping two fingers in your deprived pussy. You mewled at the sudden feeling, thrusting your fingers almost immediately to relieve yourself. Holding your legs up, you continued to pump your fingers in and out to reach the climax that seems so far away. You cried out in frustration, stopping your actions when you’ve realized that whatever you’re doing is not and won’t be enough unless its an Alpha.

You quickly grabbed your phone beside, messaging your bestfriend about your situation.

“I am hundred percent certain that I’m presenting as an Omega and I’m having my first heat. Do you mind telling Pope to— you know..? Visit me.. if he’s there at the party”

Pope was your safest bet for an Alpha to help you out. The guy was the kindest and definitely one of the smartest people you have ever met, so you trust that whatever he would do would help you and ease the pain. There was a sudden pain in your chest from your heat that pushed you to release more of your scent, you’re breathing so fast that you try to ease the pain by curling into a ball. Waiting for it stop, you heard your phone pinged and quickly took a look at your bestfriend’s message that says “Oh shit, I’m on it 🫡”

You waited for what seems to be hours, as your heat becomes more and more unmanageable. You tried to look decent at least, a red, thin silk nightgown that sits on your body perfect and a properly brushed hair before swiping some strawberry lipgloss. You felt bare and nervous with Pope seeing you in this state, but you cannot help at thinking that this might be a step on having a serious relationship with someone reliable and can help you out with your cycles.

The doorbell rang, making you gulp nervously before trotting downstairs to open the door slightly and what you saw just made your stomach drop along with your smile. “What the hell are you both doing here?” You asked with squinted eyes, holding the doorknob tightly.

JJ’s huge smile greeted you while Rafe just smirked in amusement. “Are you that disappointed to see us?” JJ asked, making you squint harder at him in annoyance. Rafe just chuckled before pouting to mock at your expression, leaning on the door frame which made you close the door a bit more. “Aww, she doesn’t wanna see us.” “Shut up. I asked you guys a question, what are you both doing here?” You continued, trying not to get overwhelmed with both of their scents as you will yourself not to give in.

“Well, we heard something from a little birdie that someone has presented as an Omega and well.. that someone, requires some top Alpha service.” JJ answered behind Rafe, a menacing smile on his face as he stares on your paling face. “Mhm,” Rafe nods in agreement before slightly pushing the door, gripping the edge tightly. “Do you know who that new Omega is?” The slight push exposed your thin nightgown, and based on Rafe’s darkening expression and JJ’s slightly wide eyes, you knew that you’re running out of time to push them away.

“I don’t know what you guys are talking about.” With an eye roll, you were about to slam the door, when both of them pushed it to stop you. You were still holding the door knob so you tried to push it close only to be met with resistance. “Seriously, you’re fucking choosing Pope? When you have us?” Rafe asks, his blue eyes staring at you so intently as he try to sneak a peek at your body behind the door. You heard JJ sigh, laying his palm flat on your door, hearing the clunk of his rings. “You know.. I feel a bit betrayed. You, choosing a good friend of mine, instead of me? Have you forgotten what you said to us THAT night?”

His emphasis made you shut your eyes, the image of their bare torsos flooding your memory and their breathless sighs made you clench your legs, unknowingly releasing some pheromones into the air that wafted straight into their nostrils. Both taking a deep breath, your scent smelling like amber, honey, and vanilla, making both of them salivate. You snapped out of your daze when you noticed them being quiet, realising your mistake when you noticed that their eyes are almost black,irises swallowing the pretty blue hues of their orbs.

You tried to push the door shut once again, both Rafe and JJ trying to push it open. “Open the door, honey. Come on.” Rafe said menacingly, staring you down. The vast difference of your size to them made you shiver in fear and anticipation on what they might do to you. You slapped yourself mentally before trying to push it shut again. JJ clicked his tongue before sighing “That’s it.” He mumbled under his breath before giving Rafe a short nod. Rafe just smirked before they both gave the door one solid push, making you tumble backwards.

Preventing yourself from falling backwards, you immediately balanced yourself, slowly stepping back while maintaining eye contact with the two. Your heart is pounding inside your chest so loud that you can hear it together with your heavy breaths. Rafe and JJ’s stature just scares you, their toned arms ready to capture you as they walk towards you like a predator catching its prey. When a click was heard with JJ shutting the door, you quickly grabbed whatever was near you, which happens to be a vase, and threw it towards the two.

With Rafe being the closest, he barely managed to dodge it, scraping the side of his arm. He just looked at you, snapping his neck as he chuckles. “Oh woohh..” he exhaled, a menacing smirk on his lips as JJ just laughed beside him. “You shouldn’t have done that.” He growled lowly, not taking his eyes of your quivering form. “Run, honey. Cause once we catch you—“ you did not even let JJ finished his sentence before you start running upstairs, hearing their laughter echoing throughout the empty house.

You were panicking, trying to wrack your brain on where to hide. Your house was a decent size, so even though there’s not much place to hide, you still knew what places they might not even spare a glance. You crawled inside a spacious cupboard that is concealed behind the door in your guest bathroom, talking to yourself inside your head to slow down your breathing.

“Honey~ come out, come out wherever you are~” JJ called out in a singsong way while Rafe just chuckled. You heard their steps getting closer before hearing them walk away to check whatever room they haven’t checked. Covering your mouth in fear, you closed your eyes to stop yourself from shivering. You just wanted this to end, this fucking heat. This situation. This was far from what you wanted already, from discovering you’re an omega to seeing the people that you hate so much outside of your house instead of Pope.

It was suspiciously quiet, yet you did not move. You were still trying to control your thoughts and your shivering body, your hair sticking into your skin with how warm you are feeling because of your heat and because of the cramped space. You felt another ripple of pleasure, making you close your eyes shut. “Not now, not now, not now” you plead to yourself, the heat being way more worse after the confrontation. You didn’t hear anything from outside. Trusting your gut feeling, you removed your hands from your mouth and finally opened your eyes.

Only to be met with Rafe and JJ’s big smile that made the blood drain from your face.

“Boo.”

A deafening scream escaped your throat as Rafe grabbed you out of your hiding space, your arm suffering from a bruising grip. You did not stop trying to hit him or JJ even when he carried you over his shoulder, trying to hit his back while also aiming to kick JJ. Rafe smacked your ass, the pain immediately traveling to your wet core. JJ smelled it in the air, watching you sob as Rafe plopped you down on your bed. They both stared at your disheveled state, your nightgown sticking to your skin, highlighting your pebbled nipples that are now evident thanks to the cold air from you open window.

Both men did not waste any time, taking off their clothes as you watch in shock. You cannot help your eyes trailing down, from their faces that showed no other emotion than want, to their taut arms and muscles. Your eyes widened when you saw how huge their cocks are just because of your heat, Rafe’s longer and a bit curved while JJ’s a good length yet clearly thicker than the other, making you gulp in fear and anticipation, your hormones taking over your mind as it turns into a mush.

They were both beside you in an instant, with Rafe landing a slap on your cheek that does not sting much yet brought your mind down back to your body again. “Why can’t you just follow, huh? This wouldn’t have happened if you just listened to us.” You continued to just stare at him, trying to cover your breasts using your arms before you felt JJ wrapping his hand around your neck. “He is asking a question, honey. Come on now.”

Your eyes started to water yet you felt your pussy clench on nothing, instead of answering, you have accidentally let out a soft mewl.

“Fuck, look at you.” JJ spoke, licking his lips as his hold on your neck slightly tightened. “Who would have known that you will love this?” Rafe grabbed the neck line of your night gown before ripping it, making you gasp. You felt vulnerable by the sudden action, trying to cover up your body which made them both annoyed.

“Who told you to cover yourself up, slut?” You felt Rafe smack your leg, before shoving it upwards to show them your weeping cunt. Your face heated up in shame with how wet you are, your own juices trailing down your legs. You didn’t get to answer back as JJ lets go of his hold on your neck before leaning down to kiss you. The kiss is sloppy and extra messy because of what your heat was doing to them. He tasted every corner of your mouth as you obediently open to let him, tongues dancing with each other, biting his bottom lip which made him groan into your mouth. The sound made your pussy clench on nothing, making Rafe laugh mockingly.

“Aww, look at this weeping cunt. I bet you had a hard time huh? It’s alright, I will make you feel good.” You didn’t have enough time to get down from the high of JJ’s kiss when you felt Rafe lick your folds slowly, coating his tongue in your essence. The action made you grip JJ’s hair while he press wet kisses on your neck, sucking and licking as he covers you with hickeys.

Your brain turned into a mush, the fight inside of you now long gone as you feel mind-numbing pleasure from the both of them. Rafe continued to plunge his tongue inside of you, his thumb rubbing your clit in circles, his mouth and chin covered in your slick as he continue to eat you out. Sliding a finger inside of you, you immediately moaned and clenched, making the kook king smirk mockingly. “And she wants to put up a fight? Hah.” JJ commented before latching on your nipples, teasing it between his teeth and feeling it harden on his tongue. You don’t know what’s happening anymore, other than the feel of their mouths on your body. Rafe slipped in another finger, and another when you mewled.

His three fingers pumped in an out of you, setting a punishing pace. You had long shut your eyes, brows scrunched in pleasure with your mouth agape. JJ tapped your cheek repeatedly, making you open your eyes. “Keep your eyes open and watch us fuck you.” You watched Rafe suck your clit, fingers squelching as it tries to go deeper everytime, and when he curved his fingers and felt that rough texture, your eyes rolled at the back of your head, snapping open that release that you’ve wanted for days.

Rafe felt your pussy flood with your cum, clenching hard on his fingers. Continuing still, JJ grinned when he watched your legs shake, making Rafe pull back. “Oh shit” he muttered, both of them seeing the liquid gushing out of your cunt. “God.. thats fucking hot.” Brushing his hair upwards, while Rafe wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, your chest heaving up and down.

You were tired but not yet satisfied as your mouth waters at the sight of their cocks, seemingly larger than earlier. You wanted to suck and taste it, feel it heavy on you tongue but it seems like they don’t want that today. Both men positioned your body for what they want to do, JJ sliding underneath you with Rafe positioning himself above you. Your eyes were slowly closing, before a slap echoed on the room. “Fucking wake up, you hear me?” With a clenched jaw, Rafe grabbed you by the jaw with force, making you nod your head. JJ cackled, pressing his bare chest on yours. “Where’s the fight that you had earlier? Gone already?” He continued to made fun of you, feeling him rub his tip to your puckered hole. “Knew it was this easy to get you like this. Why are you even playing hard to get?”

Being sandwiched between them two sent your brain into an overload. All you were thinking about was the relief and pleasure of having them and taking them both. The fight inside of you turned into craving the feeling of their lips on your skin, their pheromones clouding your mind as much as your cloud theirs. You felt your slick drip down, from your puffy pussy lips to your hole. You felt the soft tip of JJ’s cock poking your hole, lubricating it with your slick and with his pre-cum before pushing in slowly. The intrusion made your body tense up, craning your head back and resting it on his shoulder. JJ hissed with the tightness, holding in a breath as he push,push,push inside of you. Rafe noticed how you scrunched your eyebrows, making him rub circles on your clit to loosen you up.

The sudden action made you scratch JJ’s arm that was holding you in place, squirting as he is finally balls deep inside of you. JJ lets out a shaky breath while Rafe only chuckled, before pushing his huge cock inside of you without warning. You gasped, looking down to slightly to see his flushed body connecting with yours while feeling JJ behind you, hands now holding your legs open. Leaning closer, Rafe growled in your ear while JJ moaned on the other side. Both men tentatively gave you one hard thrust, making you clench on the both of them.

The action made both of them give you another hard thrust, hands digging on your waist and hips, trying to create a rhythm. Rafe’s thrust were continuous and forceful, immediately hitting your sweet spot which made you curl your toes while JJ’s were short yet deep, stuffing your entrance so full of his thick cock that all you can think about is how full you are and how mind-numbing the pleasure is.

JJ constantly sucks hickeys on the side of your neck while Rafe attacks your lips with a searing kiss, their hips never stopping as drools drips from the side of your lips. Both blondes cannot help but bask on the feeling of your wetness and the squelching sounds your holes are making while you moan so erotically for them to hear, your sweet scent making it more pleasurable for them. “I-I’m close.. oh god I’m so c-close..!” You tried to warn them, holding Rafe close as you drag your nails on his back making the taller male stutter out a low moan.

Your warning just made JJ’s urge to own you stronger, grabbing your hips in a bruising hold as he piston his hips, feeling his wet balls smacking your ass with every thrust, prompting Rafe to do the same. “Take it— fuck, take it you fucking whore..!” He whispered with Rafe wrapping his hand on your neck, squeezing slightly making you open your eyes. “Doesn’t this remind you of that night?” He asks, following JJ’s rhythm. Tears flowed down your cheeks as you get overwhelmed with pleasure, constantly moaning and releasing a series of ah,ah,ah as a bitch in heat. “You told us you are ours that night, stuffing you so full like this.” He smirked at you, watching how filthy you look like, taking both of their cocks and letting them have their way with you. JJ chuckled breathlessly when he hear what Rafe said “yeah— fuck— remember how she moaned that night while holding her legs open? Then acted like nothing happened, now look at you. Back to doing it again for us.”

You were too far gone. Their comments slipping down your brain as your body focused on the fullness and the harsh circles on your clit that you don’t even know who’s giving you with your eyes rolled at the back of your head. “C-coming..!” You didn’t even finished your warning as you cum, clenching on both of them tightly. Yoyur body convulsed, mouth slack and open which prompted Rafe to spit on it. Both men felt your hot slick wetting them both, chasing their own highs.

JJ looked at Rafe, licking his bottom lip before cocking an eyebrow. A silent challenge to the other alpha male before sinking his teeth on your shoulder blade. The sharp pain made you open your eyes full of unshed tears, breathing heavy as pain and pleasure mixed inside of you. JJ licked the wound, pressing with kisses before huskily moaning, releasing his cum deep inside of you, filling you up as he relishes on the high from the sex and from marking you as his. “Mine.” JJ whispered while looking at Rafe, clearly challenging the other with a smug smirk.

Rafe snarled, baring his teeth on the other blonde before thrusting deep inside of your abused cunt and biting the other side of your shoulder. His bite was rougher than the other, hot pain searing inside of you as you open your mouth in a silent scream before feeling him cum deep inside of you. Kissing the bitten area of your shoulders, they both stayed inside of you before pulling out at the same time. Your tired state was evident with how flushed your cheeks are and how your eyes were barely open.

Both of them stood up, JJ laying down your tired form properly on the bed while Rafe grabs a wet cloth to clean you up. While cleaning you properly, both men cannot help but watch you sleep while baring their marks, officially marking you as theirs. They want you for themselves but both of them won’t back down, settling on the terms that they share you, as long as its only the two of them that gets to taste and fuck you.

They held your body close, the haze of stuffing you full still buzzing on their system as they settle beside you. Looking at their bite marks, both of them grinned foolishly, finally claiming you as theirs.

“You fucking assholes!”

Both men immediately sits up in shock, still sleepy from the draining activities last night. When they both opened their eyes, they saw you standing in front of your mirror, staring at the bites that they left on each of your shoulder blades in horror.

You looked at both of them in disbelief, hiding the marks with your hands while you sob. JJ and Rafe just smiled at you, clearly proud of their work. “Get out— get out!” You screamed at their faces, ignoring the fact that your heat is still not finished yet. Feeling betrayed that they staked their claim. Now everyone will know who claimed you, their pheromones will always cling on your skin and your body reacting more actively when they’re closer because they had bonded you without your consent. You sobbed at the fact that instead of having someone mature to help you out on your heat cycles, you instead got two of the most possessive bastards in the world.

Rafe just leaned back while JJ rested his head on his hands. “Now, now” JJ started. “I think you need to calm down. We really need to teach our little omega how to speak to her Alphas properly, right, Rafe?” The other just chuckled, eyeing your naked body with lust. “Oh definitely. I cannot have a bratty little omega prancing around with such a dirty mouth. I guess, we both need to stuff her mouth with our cocks, put her into place huh?” You ignored them and screamed “oh fuck off! You fucking pieces of shit!” Your chest was heaving in anger.

Rafe grabbed the lamp besides him and threw it on the wall behind you while JJ lets out a warning growl.

You just stared at them in shock, covering your now cowering body as they stare at you intensely with clenched jaws. JJ stood up, walking towards you before dragging you forcefully towards the bed by your hair. Letting out a scream,he shoved you down the bed with your ass propped up for both of them to see, before landing a harsh spank on your ass. You cried out in pain, before feeling Rafe’s hand on your nape, pressing you down and choking you.

“You are ours. OURS.” He threatened through clenched teeth.

The sun went down. The day ended with you covered and full with their cum, using and abusing all your holes, covered in hickeys and bruises that will last for days. Clearly expecting you to learn your lesson, your mind blank as you take and take whatever they give you.

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absentlyabbie · 1 year

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don't be afraid of buying things that make your life easier. don't talk yourself out of it, beat yourself up for being "lazy", or shame yourself for not being able to do things the "right" way so you don't deserve to try it a different way.

if there's a thing out there that can make something faster, more bearable, less painful, more tolerable, anything like that at all, and you can afford it? you have the right, you deserve it, and you should do it.

i've stuck for the last several years with exclusively those detachable sprayer showerheads, because i need to be able to sit down in the bath and it makes the entire operation easier, so i'm less likely to risk a concussion or pass out or wobble and slip.

for the last few years, i've been using one with a little powerwash spray setting and i use it before and after every shower and it keeps my tub and shower cleaner so much longer, which is great because i hate cleaning the bath and can put it off for months, and scrubbing kills my shoulders.

sometimes, whether it's the executive dysfunction, or the depression, or knowing that i become entirely detached from the concept of time when in the shower, if i can't bring myself to get in the damn thing and do a full-blown shower, and i know i'd just be uncomfortable and not clean and still keep putting it off (because i can easily lose well over an hour once in there), i will kneel on my (cushy, quick-dry, memory foam) bathroom mat beside the tub and lean over it to wash my hair and face and maybe soap up to my shoulders. then later when it feels like a way more manageable and shorter task i can do a quick scrub and rinse.

i've bought cbd for when my joint pain makes sleeping otherwise impossible (even though it's expensive) and a work desk that has expandable legs to be a bed desk if i ever need to work sick (i'm lucky to be remote since my job change).

i've bought the screw-top, 40oz, insulated mugs and extra long plastic straws (do not @ me) and the pop-bottom giant cube ice trays all because every one of those helps ensure i drink more water every day (and so does the faucet-mounted water filter).

i buy specific individual snacks that require little to no prep so even when the execution of making a sandwich is Too Damn Much, i can still make myself do some calorie intake.

i talked myself into a cushioned mattress topper to relieve my spine and because it's way cheaper than a new mattress. i bought blackout curtains for our old apartment because the outdoor lights were insanely bright at all hours and made sleep even more elusive.

i've purchased slip on-only shoes or no-tie laces because i hate tying shoelace knots, my hands are less dexterous than ever (and hurt), and because i struggle with time management and it's one small thing to shave off just a little more time so i'm a little less late.

i didn't buy all of these things all at once, definitely. i am, sadly, made of meat and not money.

but i started budgeting, slowly, more and more of whatever amount of disposable income i had after bills towards "thing to make life suck less and not be so hard" and i can't regret it in the least.

i deserve not only small comforts and joys, but also less pain and difficulty, and ways to make challenging parts of life a little more within my reach with not quite as much effort.

so do you.

#chronic illness #disability #but this is not just for disabled people #or those who are of a certain level of Suffering #so don't go telling yourself 'oh well this doesn't apply to me because i'm SUPPOSED to have no issue'#fuck 'supposed to'#reaching for the right tool for the job of living decently and in relative comfort and happiness is not failure it's good sense

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shaarlslec · 2 years

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lucky charm

read part 1 here lovelies

Charles Leclerc finds his son's paediatrician a little bit too pretty not to ask her on a date right before the Monaco GP.

pairing: charles leclerc x reader

words: 7120

warnings: mentions of trauma, fluff (lots);

requested: yes

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“I have to take you in advance – you will be the one to be patient with two Leclercs from now on instead of just one.”

“Do you think we are ready for this?” You questionably asked as you side-glared at Charles standing right next to you with arms crossed at his chest anxiously looking at you back, “It will be a lot of work for both of us, you know this.” You added, making Charles even more concerned about the whole situation.

Charles sighed, “It is fairly an important step into our relationship, and I screwed it up once already many years ago and everybody knows about that episode in my life since the internet was so keen on what I was doing back then, and I really do not want to mess up again.” He then spoke, nervously stretching his arms back as if he was getting ready for a battle, “But it is you – I know I cannot screw it up if I have you help.” Charles then spoke, dearly looking at you as he titled his head.

You nodded as you patted the man’s shoulder, “Just a warning – I am as horrendous as you are at this.” You spoke after a light soft sigh, “We are in this together, right?” You inquired, mimicking Charles’ head movement as you knew that it drove him completely crazy seeing you all cute and pleading.

Charles chuckled then took your head into both of his hands to place a tender peak on the top of your lips, “We are in this together.”

In exactly what you were two together in sickness and health and what was so consuming for the both of you? Cooking your first dinner together and not going out for your date that evening.

Charles showed you earlier that day the cooking challenge with Carlos where they had to cook pasta and how terrible it went for both. You laughed with your smile up to your ears watching the clip, and that was when Charles challenged you to show him how proper pasta had to be cooked if you were that boastful with your laughs watching him and his teammate doing it wrong. What Charles was pretty much unaware of was that you despised cooking as well, and yet you knew that making a fool of yourself while cooking in front of him was worth it in exchange of spending time at your place in your tiny, crowded kitchen instead of fancy restaurants that Charles always took you to.

You have been dating Charles for a couple of months now and you were both experiencing the honeymoon phase of your relationship during which it was all about kisses, touches and sex, calls and non-stop texting, and anticipations for the future.

You loved spending time with each other as much as you could, although both of your jobs were not helping at all in this – but summer break has just started for Leclerc, and you were going to take advantage as much as you could by Charles’ presence in Monaco when you were not at your cabinet. And now there you were in yet another kitchen terrifyingly looking at the ingredients you just bought spread over the counter.

You committedly took your aprons and placed them around your waists before you begun, you even bought those from the supermarket to mark the first time you cooked together memorable and as professional as it can be.

After all, you were not there to play with food; you were there to compete against each other.

“Let me tie yours like proper chefs do.” Charles insisted, taking the strings from the back, and making a knot at the front of your waist, “See? Now you look like a proper chef, just like me.” He then spoke, resting his hands still on the curves of your waist, “I never knew I liked women in aprons this much up until now, does that makes me less feminist?” Charles then confessed, scanning you from head to toes before pulling you in for a simple kiss that ended up turning into you already pulling the strings from his “proper chef” apron to get him off Charles.

You declined with a shook of your head, “I do not like men who are not feminists.” You confessed to Charles as your mouth went in a tour from his lips to the chin and then his neck tracing the man’s skin with fleeting kisses and nasty bites, “You are safe, I like you very much so.” You added, seeing a very proud smile from Charles that was perfectly matching yours.

“Oh fuck,” Charles groaned as he felt your fingers going underneath the man’s shirt searching for more skin to scratch harder than last night, “What about the whole cooking thing?” He then pleaded as his grip went tighter around your waist with one arm while the other went up to your neck with the tips of his fingers slightly caressing your chin in the process of kissing you more, and more, and more.

You smiled as you kissed him one last time in between the chuckles, getting your hands off him as you heard both of your stomachs growling for food rather than your bodies lusting for sex, “You are right.” You paused, taking two steps away from him to restrain yourself from jumping again on the man’s neck with both of your arms wrapped around him as well as your legs around his waist, “We need to eat first, I am quite famished.” You confessed, using your hands now to tighten the man’s apron rather than loosening it.

“So am I.” Charles teased in a sultry tone a very thick Monegasque accent, leaning forwards to you again just to get a hold of your neck to leave there a mark using the sharpness of his teeth just to place a wet kiss over it after the bite.

You shook your head, “Ok, let’s get the food done quick because you are only making it worse now.” You spoke, almost moaning the first words as your body was shaken by Charles’ unholy gestures.

“Ok, let’s go baby.” Charles clapped in enthusiasm as he rolled up his shirt’s sleeves up to the elbows, and you froze for a little moment there watching him do so – that was the very first time when Charles called you something else instead of your name.

Baby, there was a time when you would have protested for a man calling you baby as you found pet names childish and honestly some of them extremely disturbing but coming from Charles’ mouth baby had a nice ring to it and it made you completely ridiculously giggle as if you woke up on Christmas morning receiving the perfect gift as a ten-year-old girl back in your hometown.

“What’s going on?” Charles confusingly asked looking at you over his shoulder, “Are you laughing because you already think this is going to be easy for you since you know that I suck at this?”

“No, I just think you are cute.” You spoke, wrapping your arms around him from behind to somehow thank him for being such a sweetheart to you, “Boyishly cute.” You spoke, getting on your tiptoes just to kiss the man’s back of the neck before getting your hands dirty alongside with your boyfriend who just instinctively called you “baby” for the very first time in many to come.

Food was not quickly done. You both sucked at cooking, and although you were both aware of that fact – you were not expecting to suck that bad. You overcooked in your first try, and then you decided to take it all from zero and start again. Charles made a chaotic mess in the kitchen trying to spice the sauce right, and you were not making anything easier by being an even worse catastrophe in the kitchen when it came to cut the meat or shaving the parmesan. It took you twice as much to make two servings of pasta than it usually takes to the most unskilled people stepping in the kitchen for the first time, and yet it was not maddening or exhausting at all – it was just good fun.

You laughed non-stop, cracked jokes, and stopped in between the preparation to steal kisses from each other. You two were truly happy for the first time in forever enjoying somebody’s else presence and not feeling pressured to behave in unusual ways. Your smiles were sincere and were not hiding unspoken truths from the other, and your hearts skipped beats normally as hearts do when in love instead of aching for the person standing in front of you.

The sauce was done, and you were waiting for the pasta to perfectly boil for the third time so you could finally eat after too many failed attempts for one dinner preparation. The tiny window was largely open for the steam to get out and you could hear the cars roaming the narrow streets of Monaco breaching the quietness of a late July summer evening. Blows of wind entered the room, engulfing you whole in that torrid scent of mid-season. Music was softly playing from your phone next to you on the counter as you murmured the lyrics of a Sufjan Stevens’ song from a movie you saw ages ago about which Charles had little to no idea but loved to listen to your hums that close to him.

You looked at Charles as he came closer to you to hear your voice better across the space in between your bodies, and for a moment there you would have wished for time to stop so you could just stare at him for as long as frozen time permits – as Charles whished for the very first time you leaned on that hospital kitchen counter and titled your head towards him.

It was just you and Charles in the whole wide world for a split of a moment, two grown-ups in an apartment waiting for their pasta to boil perfectly and hopping that the sauce will taste just right – and nothing else mattered anymore. You both looked each other without saying anything back, just stupidly smiling at the other while listening to music and humming to the tunes.

“I think I am in love with you, Charles.” You bluntly and suddenly broke the snug silence in between the two of you as you were sitting on top of the kitchen counter with Charles in between your legs watching you back, “Is it too soon?” You questioned, fearing that you might have come off too strong and yet being liberated of the hefty feeling that pressed your chest the entire time as you looked at him in silence.

Charles had to know that you were falling for him – the man standing in front of you deserved to know that your intentions were nothing but pure when there were so many people surrounding him just for his social status rather than his companionship. You were sure of his intentions, Charles made them clear to you even from your first date when he first told you that you were fancied by him. You sweetened that now even more by not only fancying him back, but by totally falling in love with him. You patiently waited for Charles’ answer as the anxiety kicked in in a flash after the words were out in the world. What if it was too much for him? What if it was too soon to tell him that? What if he wanted to slow things down now? All your thoughtless inquiries were destroyed in an instant by a warm smile and even warmer words.

“Too soon to be in love with me?” Charles inquired, resting both of his palms on the top of your thighs as he leaned in for yet another quick peak, “To be honest I think I am in love with you since you took that jellybean from my palm back in your fancy hospital kitchen that you took me to.” Charles then added in the sweetest tone you have ever heard him using with you by now, “So no, trust me – it is not too soon.” He then confirmed, watching you watching him back with hopeful eyes.

You could not help yourself by broadly beam at Charles’ words. You were not that used to men telling you exactly what they thought or felt, so the man’s sincerity managed to take you by surprise every single time in the last months when you were told that you were beautiful or asked if you were alright with being kissed or touched in certain places during certain moments. Now Charles did that again – showing you that he cared enough to say what he felt or thought without being afraid of seeming defenseless in front of your own vulnerable self.

“Thank you.” You softly spoke as you rested your forehead on one of Charles’ shoulders as a sudden wave of sadness engulfed your whole body as flashes of past relationships went like bullets throughout your head, “Thank you for not running away the moment I open up to you.” You added, feeling your chest burning and hot tears forming in the corner of your eyes.

Charles took you closer to him in a warm embrace as he felt your body twitching underneath the man’s touch, “That is what I want from you – why would I run from something I am craving for?” He then asked, gently rubbing your back with one of his hands to make sure that you are comfortable enough in the man’s arms.

You ended up with your arms wrapped around Charles’ neck and with his covering your waist for a moment that meant forever then and there. You already had confessed to Charles prior to your home-cooked dinner date that your main issue with dating after you found out that you cannot have children with your ex-husband was not trusting someone enough to stay at your side due to your ineffectiveness of bearing children. Charles was mature enough to understand how and why your break-up caused trauma, and he also understood what he had to do to gain your trust.

Your embrace lasted for a while before the cooking timer went off and the sound of it scared the shit of you two. You both laughed as you figured out that you were two grown-up adults getting scared by a mere sharp sound. You quickly whipped your tears with help from Charles who kissed both of your cheeks after you rubbed your face and smiled back at you, telling you without words that it is all going to be alright and that he will never run away from you when you open up to him – that he was there to stay and keep his spot next to you for as long as you let him do so. You nodded back to him and realized how crazy it was that you already spoke without words and understood each other from simple glares and shakes of heads.

“Speaking of hospitals,” You spoke as you were getting the perfectly now boiled pasta out of the pot, “Is Xavier still at his grandmother’s house? I think he should pay a visit to the office these days because I really want to check how his arm is recovering after one month of being out of the cast.”

Charles nodded, “Ah yes, I am going there tomorrow first thing in the morning to pick him up from mom, I miss him like crazy!” Charles enthusiastically spoke as he was getting the plates ready for you to cover them in pasta, meat and souce.

You happily smiled, there was a different type of happiness that rose within you every single time when Charles spoke about Xavier and vice-versa, “I bet he misses you too – maybe you should take him in a weekend trip somewhere you never been together yet and just talk about cars or whatever you men talk about.” You sarcastically spoke rolling your eyes as a joke.

“And maybe you should join us.” Charles added, looking at you freeze again with pasta up in the air above the plate, “Ok, let me take it from here.” He then giggled, emptying your hands, and preparing the rest of the dish himself while you were processing Charles’ invitation.

“You have not told him about us, right?” You inquired as you anxiously sat down watching Charles adding even more parmesan to the plates as “proper chefs” do – his words, not yours.

Charles declined, “No, not yet – but I really want to.” He then confessed, taking your hand in his as he took his seat next to you, “When you are comfortable with me doing so – of course.” Charles assured you, feeling your grip tightening around the man’s fingers even harder than before.

“Charles I –” You paused to gather your thoughts for a moment before speaking not from a sentimental point of view being influenced by your infatuation with Charles but from a professional one working with children, “I think we should ease Xavier into this first,” You then added, pointing fingers to both you and Charles, “You cannot just drop a bomb like this to a ten-year-old all at once and expect him to be fine with it in an instant.” You argued gesticulating with both of your hands one of which was still held by Charles who was just intriguingly looking at you frenetically making a whole-ass dissertation in front of him as you were bringing medical terms and studies into the discussion.

“Look here love,” Charles spoke moving your chin with two of his fingers to make sure that you were indeed attentive to him and interrupting you from your fanatical debate with no one else but yourself, “Xavier adores you to the moon and back, every single time when he came back from one of his check-ups the first question was when the next appointment with you in scheduled.” Charles confessed, “When I was his age I hated going to the doctors and I still do now, due to that I never understood why he was so excited to see you – I was just happy I had little to no implications in convincing him to visit the medic’s office.”

You sighed, “I know – I adore him too. It is just –” You paused again, “All I am saying is that we need to be careful on how we are delivering the news to him.”

Charles agreed with a nod, “We will. Look, I will come by tomorrow at your office and bring Xavier so you can check his arm and see how he will react to us being in the same room first, is that okay?” He then continued, letting your hand go for the first time in forever that day so you could both finally eat.

You gently smiled, “Thank you for being so patient with me.”

Charles chuckled, “I have to take you in advance – you will be the one to be patient with two Leclercs from now on instead of just one.”

When Xavier and Charles entered the room, you felt your heart jumping miles aside your chest. You have had thousands of encounters with patients and their parents before this one, but you have never told one of the parents that you were in love with them twelve hours ahead of their children appointment. You deeply sighed once Charles and Xavier laid eyes on you, and that was Charles’ cue to start the talking instead of you due to your anxiety going through the roof in front of Xavier.

“Good mo—”

“Miss!” Xavier shouted, cutting Charles off in an instant and running with his hands clasped at his back towards you with pure excitement illuminating that little pristine face of his, “I bought you these!” He happily smiled, reveling a small bouquet of what seemed to be freshly picked from the garden flowers, “There are from my grandma’s house, have I told you how huge the garden over there is?” Xavier spoke with the same excitement in the tone of voice as showed on his face.

You declined with a nod, “No, you have not.” You spoke after a murmured ‘thank you’ as you took the flowers from Xavier’s hands, “Did you had fun at your grandma’s?” You asked, glaring at a very amused Charles watching the whole picture in front of his eyes as he was leaned on the locked door of your office.

“Yes! So much fun!” Xavier spoke as made himself very much very fast comfortable in the bed reserved for consultations, “Can I tell you all about it?” He then pleaded, cutely swinging his legs, and clasping his hands together in his lap patiently waiting for you to agree with him narrating every single little detail.

You happily nodded and that was the only sign that Xavier needed to fully open his month and literally tell you all about his two-week vacation back at grandma’s place. Charles was non-existent during the time Xavier talked as you listened with interest leaned towards the child rather than paying attention to your secret boyfriend. Charles found himself a comfy an armchair to lean into and watch you two talking without interfering whatsoever. You two exchanged quite a few smiling glances when Xavier was not having his full focus on you, but besides a whispered “I told you, he adores you” from Charles during Xavier’s sporadic cascade of happenings, there was not so much contact between you and the man who you slept with last night.

“Oh, oh, and my uncles came in yesterday and they taught me how to ride horses! Real horses! They have such big noses, right daddy?” Xavier spoke, being for the first time he even acknowledged Charles in the room aside of just looking at you.

Charles chuckled, “Your uncles or the real horses?” Your boyfriend asked, throwing you a cheeky secret wink in the process of replying to his son, “The answer is yes for both my love.” Charles nodded towards Xavier, “I still cannot believe that Enzo and Arthur took you horse riding without letting me know – I am quite a jockey myself.” Charles proudly added as his shoulders lightly shrugged in confidence.

Xavier gave you a shady side-look, “Do not trust him miss, my uncles told me otherwise.” He then spoke, “Grandma agreed too.” He proudly continued, crossing both of his arms at his chest as if there was a serious argument going between him and his dad.

“Non-sense.” Charles replied, “Do not listen to your uncles – especially Arthur, they do not know what they are talking about most of the times.” He then added, following Xavier’s example, and instinctively crossing both of his arms at his chest too.

You could not help yourself but laugh as you watched them both goofing around with each other. You have prior noticed that there were so many mirrored mannerisms between the two standing across from you, but instantly seeing them in action made your lips hurt from all the smiling.

“I am glad to hear that you had fun, little champ.” You spoke, getting your attention back at Charles’ son rather than him, “But have you been careful with your just released from the cast arm?” You spoke, using your teacher-like tone of voice that somehow caught Charles’ focus in an instant – that was hot, and he could not blame himself for thinking that way when you were only spoken with him in sweet tones by now.

Xavier nodded, “Yes, I have been careful miss. Look, I can even throw a proper punch now!” Your patient spoke, mimicking a box move in plain air just to show how tough the little one was once again, “Do you want me to do it again? Do you want to see that again?”

You chuckled at the same time as Charles, “No, once was enough.” You gently spoke, taking Xavier both hands in one of yours, “I will need you to do some mobility exercises at the same time as me and tell me if something hurts, alright champ? Maybe your dad will help us too?” You inquired, watching Charles already getting up from his armchair and ready for whatever you had prepared for the three of you.

You spent the rest of the appointment analyzing every movement of arms from Xavier and watching closely every reaction to your mobility exercises. Charles followed your orders too and played with Xavier for as much as needed for you to give them the final diagnostic after you pleaded Xavier to bear another X-ray just to check if everything was alright and at its place.

“You are good to go.” You finally spoke after minutes of gymnastics in your office leaving both Xavier and Charles exhausted, “I will prescript some medicines that has to be taken for the rest of the month to strengthen your bones even more, but otherwise you are free to go to your practices and ride horses in pace, but you have to be extra-careful.” You spoke, standing down at Xavier’s eye level to pinch the man’s right cheeks, “Have I made myself understood?” You questioned, glaring at Charles too.

“Yes miss.” Both replied at the same time, causing you once again a huge smile on your face.

“Good boys.” You nodded, patting only Xavier’s head no matter how much you would have loved to do the same with Charles’.

You accompanied both outside the building with the excuse that you wanted to pick something to eat from outside your office when you just wanted more time to spend with the rather than just the period of Xavier’s appointment. You sighed once you saw Charles parking the car in front of you and Xavier knowing that it meant they were going to leave within a few minutes, and you would have loved to stay for hours in their presence just to be a witness to their silly son-to-dad banter.

“You heard the pretty lady right, daddy?” Xavier enthusiastically jumped as Leclerc came back from the car to pick the little on up, “This means that we can go to today’s practice?” The little Leclerc asked with the most pleading blue-greenish eyes you have ever seen a child begging for ‘yes’ as an answer.

“If the pretty lady says it is fine, then yes.” Charles spoke, throwing you yet another not-so-secretive wink that managed to make you blush, “I will take you to the practice today and the day after that and the day after that one.” Charles nodded, taking Xavier’s hands into his to squeeze him whole if that was possible, “My summer break just started – I will take you to all of your practices from now.” Charles happily replied, kneeling to kiss the back of Xavier’s hand.

Xavier’s arms went around his dad’s neck, knowing that will meant that Charles will completely pick him up from the ground and that he will not have to take yet another step to the car – spoiling in the most unharming way the hell of his son, “Thank you for today once again, Y/N.” Charles spoke with Xavier now fully into the man’s arms, “See you next time, right?”

You giggled, “Thank you for bringing him in today and yes see you so—”

“Miss!” Xavier shouted again cutting you off this time and loudly clapping his hands right into Charles’ ears, “What about you come with us today?” He then asked, “You never saw my driving skills that I have been talking to you about and I really want to show them to you.” Xavier pleaded, and that was when you understood how Charles felt when Xavier looked right into his eyes with that piteous innocent look. You just could not say no, and all the spoiling made sense even more now.

You searched for an answer into your boyfriend’s glare, and seeing him basically mimicking Xavier’s puppy eyes right in front of you was not that much of a surprise, “I will drop by once I am finished with working, alright?” You gently replied, trying to play it as cool as possible in front of them and not letting any overenthusiasm show on your face – and yet your rosy cheeks and insanely stunning smile give it all away.

Your phone buzzed half an hour later after you came back into your office as you finished another appointment – texts from Charles blowing up your phone. You laughed like a high schooler deeply in love at both texts while being at the same time still amazed that you were going out with a man who knew how to talk in full sentences even through text and not just in real life.

“See? I told you that Xavier adores you, I was not even in the room for a minute there. I think it went amazing, what do you think? The only thing I am concerned about is him being mad at me for stealing you from him rather than the other way around.”

“Thank you for agreeing with my son’s proposal, shall I send a car for you or are you going to play the hyper independent woman card again? Which by the way I adore but please let me take care of you occasionally.”

The smile was not fading as you replied, “I might end up liking him more than I like you even. And yes, I am going to play the hyper independent woman card again, just send me the address and I will be there after I finish here.”

The reply came right back within a minute, “You are not going to let me take care of you not even occasionally, am I right?”

You leaned back into your chair as you typed, “I can think of a few occasions when you can take care of me, and I fully agree with those.” You replied, scenes from last night when your tights were devoured by the man’s mouth played into your mind.

“Jesus Y/N,” You spoke loudly for yourself as you were now alone in the room, “You are at work for fuck’s sake!” You added, scolding yourself for having dirty thoughts right in the middle of your shift, “Get your shit together.” You chuckled, laughing at your own little dirty mind. It was Charles Leclerc you were talking about – who could have blamed you for that?

You arrived at the karting circuit mid-training. You spotted Xavier on the track right away having the same number as his dad’s winning championship car, and you had to admit right from the start that he was as fast as he told you so – the fastest, the quickest of them all, the smartest amongst the bunch. You took the nearest seat next to the garage Charles indicated you as being theirs through texts and patiently waited for him to come and pick you up from there as you spotted the man’s back inside the open garage. Charles was talking to one of the karting engineers and they were both too focused on the monitor in front of them to be disturbed or to pay attention to their other surroundings. Again, you were nothing but smiles and giggles.

It just felt like you took such a huge step into the two Leclercs’ world and that you were very much welcomed in there. The only think you knew about racing was that it was dangerous, and that people can break bones doing even karting, and yet the very first time you saw Charles at the Monaco GP and now Xavier racing against twenty other passionate racing kids, you understood that there was more than just the suffering part – you understood why and how Xavier will follow Charles’ path. There was beauty in the sound of engines, adrenaline in taking turns, and immense satisfaction in being the fastest, the quickest, the smartest on the tracks.

Charles was guided to you by you shouting Xavier’s name once the little champ’s kart came closer to you as he turned into the corner. It was just practice – and yet you were there to support Xavier and to let him know that you are indeed a witness to the Leclerc legacy in motorsport racing – wait until you found out that Arthur Leclerc was racing too.

“Having fun?” Charles asked you as he took the seat right next to you, “Am I getting dethroned as your favorite driver as we speak?” He then asked, watching you having eyes only for Xavier on the track instead of him sitting next to you.

“You might.” You joked, quickly glaring at Charles once before you returned to his child once again, “It looks like Xavier really missed this.” You spoke, loudly clapping once again as Xavier overtook yet another kart.

Charles nodded, “It is a sentiment that you cannot quite forget – and when you are back at it after a break you wish for it to never end. If you would have told me twenty years ago when I was almost Xavier’s age, that I am not allowed to race for a couple of months only because I broke my arm? I would have probably run away from home and join the race circus or something like that.” He then added with a chuckle, “My parents would have been so mad back then.”

You bittersweetly smiled and secretly took Charles’ hands into yours behind the seats to comfort him with a light play of your fingers in between Leclerc’s – that was the very first time when Charles mentioned both parents instead of just his mother. You knew about Charles’ father from articles and articles only, not daring to ask him something up until now as opening to someone can be challenging at each step – and you were pretty much aware of how hard that was.

“I am sure that they would have been proud of you even if you joined race circus.” You smiled, “The running away from home part – not so much.” You paused with a laugh, grabbing Charles’ pinky into yours for a while as a silent promise.

“Come on now love, let me show you around the garage what is going on until Xavier finishes.” Charles spoke, grabbing you fully by the hand to take you to the place where all the magic happened.

You were too caught up in watching and listening to Charles explaining bits and parts of their world to you that you even forget that your clasped hand was still in Charles’ while he never felt the need to let go of yours. When the karts stopped, and Xavier went up running to you and his father – he caught you in the act too. You only realized what you have done once you saw where the young man’s glare was focused to. The hands were untied at an instant and you hardly abstained to not swear even underneath your breath. Glaring at Charles, you saw your up to then secret boyfriend slightly panicking too although not as much as you were doing so.

“Amazing drive champ.” Charles spoke, “You crushed out there.”

Xavier looked up from you to Charles, and then to you again in what seemed to be disbelief at first that slowly turned into a smile and then in pure enthusiasm. With mouth half-opened and with the hamlet dropping from the little man’s hands, Xavier started to enthusiastically jump and dance to an unknown song which lyrics were, “I knew it! I knew it! I knew it!”

Charles confusedly looked at you, and you returned the same glare as you were watching Xavier running towards the both of you and trying to engulf you both into the man’s short arms, “I knew it!” Xavier repeated once more as he wrapped one of his arms around Charles’ right leg and the other one around your left leg, “You are bringing flowers only to girls you like, right daddy?” He then asked, looking up at you and Charles, “That is why you picked flowers this morning for the pretty lady and gave them to me to give them to her – you were too shy!” Xavier continued, making Charles’ cheeks turn a little redder than usual as he heard his son’s words, “My uncle Arthur told me that he has always been like this around girls, he must be right with the horse-riding as well.” Xavier continued, taking two steps away from you two who were unable to react to a ten-year-old young man figuring out that you two dated before you spilled out the beans to him.

Both of you went to one of your knees in front of Xavier to be at the little champ eye level again, “You are right, you should bring flowers only to girls you like – but also be considerate of the other girls as well, fine son?” Charles spoke as he caressed the hair of Xavier, “But yes, you are right – I was too shy to give the flowers myself.”

“Happy to help.” Xavier spoke as he faked a regal bow in front of his father before switching his focus back to you, “Do you like him too, miss? Do you hold hands with people you do not like?” Xavier directly and bluntly so asked you, “I mean I know that my father is kind of old and grumpy sometimes but –”

“You spent too much time with your uncles, that is for sure young man.” Charles intertwined being triggered by the words ‘old’ and ‘grumpy’ used in the same sentence as his own name, “I am not that old – let alone grumpy!” Your boyfriend then spoke, vehemently shaking his head just to frown afterwards due to the dizziness provoked by the harsh movement.

“See? Old and grumpy.” Xavier then took the stand, pointing to the fine lines of Charles’ frowned forehead, “Arthur does not have those, uncle thought me about what they mean back at grandmas.”

A heavy sigh escaped Charles’ mouth, “That’s it! I am revoking uncle privileges from my little brother.” Your not-so-secret-anymore boyfriend then added with a soft and amused smile all over his face as he pinched both of Xavier’s cheeks.

In all the midst of confusion and panic due to your relationship with Xavier’s father being so easily guessed and questioned, you could not help yourself again but just laugh at their dialogue. Xavier certainly had a strong personality that you were not seeing in all ten-years-old and Charles was one hell of a father for turning everything in a fun little game for his son.

“I do like him Xavi.” You spoke, gently touching Charles’ shoulder at your left, “And I would love if you would allow me to like your father even more from now on.” You spoke, locking eyes with Charles for a moment that held eternity within its margins, “What do you think?” You asked, taking both hands of the little champ in yours, “Will you allow me to like this old and grumpy man?”

“Will you give me more candy when I visit?” Xavier spoke, caressing his chin like men do in western movies that he probably has watched with one of his uncles, “Wait!” He then paused, “I will not have to visit you that often – this means that you are going to spend more time together with me without that awful coughing syrup.”

You chuckled and agreed with a nod, “More candies, and no coughing syrup. I promise.” You spoke in a demanding tone, lifting your pinky in the air to catch Xavier’s which was already on his way.

“Mhm? Hello? I am here too?” Charles sarcastically spoke as he covered your pinky fingers with his too, “Why do you two always forget about me in a conversation?” Charles huffed, and you and Xavier could not do anything else but just laugh at the grown man’s whimpers for not being included in the fun group.

The child felt asleep back home as Charles drove you first to your place. You two remined quiet not to disturb the little champ relaxing after a long afternoon of practice. Now there was not only you and Charles alone in the whole wide world – Xavi joined too. The whole way back home you held hands with Charles, and not for even a split of a second as he drove did Leclerc let your hand slip away from him. The only time when Charles’ grip untightened was when against the back of your hand the man’s lips pressed.

“We are not the greatest couple at delivering news.” You spoke, looking over the shoulder at a very asleep mini-Charles as you got off the car in front of your apartment building, “Or at hiding things – we were figured out by a ten-year-old!” You whispered, watching Charles holding the door wide open for you to get down just to softly shut it right back and lock you in between the car and his body.

“To be honest we were not even trying to hide it.” Charles laughed, “Flowers, holding hands? I told him to do both things with a girl he liked in kindergarten already.” He then added with a smile, “Plus, that boy is a genius, and I am not just saying it because he is my son although me being his father means that Xavier inhe—”

“Oh, will you shut up already?” You spoke laughing, cupping Charles’ head into both of your palms as you pulled him closer for a kiss. Charles took you fully into his arms, not kissing you for the entire day was excruciating painful for him. You could feel it by the way he held you closer than ever to his body and by the way his tongue searched for more and more space to fill. You went mellow in Charles’ arms and would have killed for more than just a couple of seconds of him all over you outside in your parking lot and yet you had to stop once you heard Xavier’s voice from inside the car calling for his daddy.

“Who do we have to thank for inventing smoked car windows?” You spoke as you managed to push a very fake sobbing Leclerc out from you, “Go on, your son needs you.”

“Miss?! Miss?!” Xavier’s voice resounded at your back as the window retracted, “I need to tell you what I just dreamt off! I was a doctor just like you!” Xavier then spoke, getting his head completely out of the window to make you pay attention to him.

“It seems to me that he needs you more.” Charles softly spoke with nothing but gratitude inside that sweet tone of his, unlocking the car’s doors after another one of his failure winks.

#you asked i provided #charles leclerc x y/n #fic: lucky charm #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc x reader #f1 imagine #f1 one shot #f1 x reader #charles leclerc #f1 fanfic #f1 #formula one x reader #formula one x y/n #formula one x you #charles leclerc drabble #charles leclerc fluff #charles leclerc fanfic

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bolontiku · 2 months

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I cant... 🤣🤣 baking at a different cafe.

Work things under the cut

I knew people really didn't like me at work. Bahaha I didn't know it was this bad.

My Lil sister has been baking at a Cafe thats been shit to her, my other trainee was there and I got the Lil sis hired to do pan up (prep) work so she wouldn't have a hard time. Fast forward a few months that trainee went to another store (for better pay, a little suggestion to my boss). But this left the Lil sister alone, management promised to get her help.

A year later she is doing triple the work I do by herself with empty promises of help. So I talk to my Cafe GM about getting her transferred over to our Cafe as a retail employee. A step down but she wont be doing a job as stressful alone, it evens out. Everything is in the works and the baker in training decides to quit. They had pushed her transfer date back a month to train the new one. Getting closer to transfer date and the acting GM at her Cafe is coming up with excuses to not transfer her.

He will do it tomorrow. Oh, he's never done one. Doesn't know how to do it. He's busy in meetings. Promise... promise... promise...

My sister has been sick, legit vomiting on account of how stressed she has become.

I talk to my GM again, this time with the proposal of them and us switching for her last week. My GM is as bullhead as I am and literally sat there texting back and forth until the other agreed. He kept coming up with excuses "she's become unreliable" "calls off" "don't want to send you a bad worker-" I tell her that I have to hold my sisters hair back while she pukes out of anxiety. I tell her "imagine your brother coming home everyday vomiting out of stress at a job he hates". My GM is not happy.

We talk cause he is hesitant having me bake at his Cafe "cause he knows I am not the one to mess with, he's afraid cause he knows he's treated her like shit and I won't put up with it" my GM agrees. She has worked that Cafe before and knows how draining and horrible it is. How lazy and u supportive the management is.

She laughing cause he says "he doesn't want you to fuck him over" now. Why would that be the case? If he didn't screw others over he wouldn't project that onto others or expect the same shitty treatment.

I promise to be as professional as I have always been. She knows I am good for it.

Yesterday (saturday) was the first day there. He is literally scrambling to not speak to me. The other manager is asking me about my sister and why she didn't want to be there anymore. Stress from the workload. Everybody knows this. She has been vocal about it and every manager knows that a bake of 2.5k requires two people. Being told her work is crap when she has 1yr of experience and is being compared to veteran bakers of 8+yrs and being lied to about receiving help.

They stutter about not having help themselves. I deadass look at him and let him know that is their failure. You interview people, lie to them about what they will be doing and then in turn treat them like crap when they come in. Nurture and help your employees grow, train them properly, schedule them the hours you promised and be there for them. Both my trainees roughed it out at that store out of loyalty to ME. Because I trained them. How many times did I get calls from them crying because they were stressed?

The manager shook his head and dropped it. Couldn't look me in the eyes. They've fucked up. I managed to get both of them back into my Market and into cafes where they won't be as stressed.

But I get to work. The management ends up scrambling to get me the numbers they need for their catering and add-ons. Once I bake a product I won't go back to re-bake more. The staff that don't know me come over to gossip, how they've tried to help the baker but they don't know what they are doing. If she could just do her job--

I smile, "imagine coming in and having to run the dining area on top of cashiering, oh and there's no help so on top of cashiering you need to run batista and stock, oh and don't forget we need help making sandwiches and salads too."

The woman looks stressed.

"Now after working your ass off you're told what a disappointment you are and you should have done better."

"But I cannot do all of that at once!!!" She stresses.

"But you expect this baby baker to do all of it without help?" I laugh as she stands there flabbergasted and the management team stays quiet. "This store is fucking pathetic, I wouldn't put up with it. MY management team knows how to handle their catering and numbers, not only that they support me and have no problems taking over. If you treat your people good they will return the favor, yes? Fair is fair right?"

She nods and shuts her fucking mouth. Walking away quietly.

One of the boys that already knows me is giggling and I see him, scream his name and we hug. Nobody else speaks to me.

Get my sisters name out your fucking mouth trash.

#chaos journal #tiku at work #a bakers life for me #i will be professional #but still let you know what shit you are

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livelaughlovelando · 4 months

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Drag Racing In Miami (TZ11)

Warnings: Suggestive, Kissing? Idk what else

Authors note: for the longest time i've been obsessed with racing movies especially the Fast and Furious series so I had to write Trevor as a street racer like Brian O'Conner!

Today like most days I was in the shop working on a new car. A Nissan Skyline had made it's way in for slight body work repairs and some upgrades. As of current I was underneath the car changing the oil as it was low. "Hey how's it going man," I hear Ry say to someone entering the garage. "Ah not to bad, how's it going?" The person asks with a slight recognisable voice. "Pretty good, body works done now we're just doing some maintenance and service and it will be good to go," Ry answers. I hear their footsteps get closer to me indicating i'm working on the customers car. "Well, well, well if it isn't Y/N working on my car," Sliding out from under his car I am met with Trevor Zegras standing over me looking directly in my eyes. His hair wavy under his cap as he wears a white shirt and long shorts. It had been months since I heard or saw from him I can't help but slightly check him out.

"Zegras," I sigh. "You trying to sabotage me for our next race," He chuckles in a low voice. "Pfft as if Ry would let me do that," I laugh back. "I'd have her ass hanging off the roof," Ry nods. "Good," Trevor smiles, "so when you think it will be ready by?" "I've done most of the maintenance shit, just need to give it a little clean and polish and you can have it this afternoon," I say sitting up. "Sounds good i'll hang around then," He smirks at me. Rolling my eyes I lay back down and slide back under to see the oil has drained completely. Taking the container holding the left over oil I screw the cap back on and slide out from under the car. Carefully placing the container next to me I sit up. Long and behold I see Trevor sitting on a chair against the wall in front of me. Rolling my eyes at him I get up and carry the container to the table. "Just making sure your doing everything right," He laughs. "Yeah whatever," I sigh. Grabbing his car keys from the wall hooks I walk over to his car to unlock the doors. Opening the drivers door I lean in and find the instrument panel. After finding the leaver I hear the hood pop and I carefully get out shutting the door.

Making my way to the front of the car I lift the hood and pull down the stand to hold it up. Feeling Trevors eyes burning into my skin I know for a fact he's enjoying my outfit. A pair of short black bike shorts and a white tank top stained with dirt giving him a clear view of all my curves he adores so much. Leaning into the hood to place a funnel into the oil tank entrance I feel a pair of hands hold my hips. The persons lower body is pressed up against my ass as they lean down to get a view of what i'm seeing. "Do you know what your doing?" Trevor asks lowly in my ear. "It not hard to change a car's oil I do it all the time," I say turning my head to look at his. "I'm not talking about my car i'm talking about me, do you know what your doing to me," He says in a way that sounds almost like a whine. As if I wasn't sweating from working in the shop all day I definitely felt myself getting hotter everywhere. "I don't know what your talking about," I shrug trying to play it cool but I obviously do know what he's talking about. "Y/N," He whispers in my ear slowly bringing his lips to my neck. Shivers rush down my spin as I pour the oil into the funnel with shaky hands. "Trev stop," I say with a breathless voice. "Oh so i'm Trev now am I?" He chuckles recalling me referring to him as Zegras not that long ago. Putting the bottle down I turn myself around so i'm completely facing him. Carefully placing my arms around his neck I look into his eyes. His hands still holding my waist as he looks down at me. "You've been gone for months with no call, no nothing," I frown. "I know baby I had a job off the grid," He says apologetically. Turning my head away to not look at his face but he immediately uses his hand to softly bring my face back towards him. "I'm here now and i've missed you so much," He smiles. Watching his face soften a smile grows on my face. "How much?" I ask. "So fucking much," "Yeah?" I ask with a large smile. "Mhmm hmm," He nods. "I missed you too," I reply. As if his smile couldn't get any wider he leans down hovering his lips over mine. Using my arms to pull him further down I lean back and press my lips on his. Closing our eyes we deepen the kiss to show how much we truely missed each other. "Eh mhmm," I hear someone cough next to us. Pulling away I look over to see Ry cross armed looking directly at us. "Stop making out with the customers and finish his car," Ry chuckles. "Yeah finish my car," Trevor chuckles letting go of me and stepping back. Rolling my eyes playfully I give Trevor a small peck before taking the funnel of out the oil tank and placing it in the sink. Ry walks over to the cupboard to get the polishing and cleaning stuff to start finishing off the work on Trevor’s car. Checking everything under the hood is good I help Ry clean the car as Trevor hovers around us. With the music playing in the background I sing and dance around while wiping down the car. Once all the work was completed we tested everything was working right before handing the keys back over to Trevor.

“Your keys kind sir,” I say slightly bowing.

“Why thank you,” he smiles taking them from me.

Trevor stares at me for a second in deep thought before opening his mouth.

“You wanna take it for a drive?” He asks holding the key up for me to take.

“Trevor Zegras letting someone else drive his skyline?” I smirk, “unheard of,”

“I only let special people drive it,” he smiles.

A smile paints across my face as I hear his words.

“You saying I’m special?” I question.

Watching him walk closer to me he places his hand on my waist and lean down.

“So special,”

Quickly taking the keys out of his other hand I smile.

“Shall we?”

“We shall,”

Both of us walk to his car and I open the drivers door. Sliding into the seat I feel the steering wheel and admire the inside even though I’ve seen it before while working on it. Trevor notices the seat perfectly adjusted to my liking already and chuckles.

“Looks like someone was already sitting in here before,”

“Maybe,” I shrug giggling.

Starting the engine I listen to the roar which is music to my ears. Putting the car into gear I carefully drive the car out of the garage. It was already starting to get dark. Making my way to a quiet straight street I stop at the start. Looking over at Trevor for his approval he gives me a nod and I start to rip it down the straight. My smile grows as I feel the adrenaline rush through me. Trevor chuckles at my amusement and we quickly make it to the end of the strip. Not slowing down I drift round so we are facing where we started.

“You sure are something else,” he laughs.

Smiling I start the car back up and slowly drive us to a peaceful spot overlooking the beach. Parking up on the grass I look over at Trevor signalling we’re getting out. I open the door and slide out shutting it behind me. Climbing up on the bonnet of the car I sit with my knees to my chest and Trevor joins me doing the same. Placing an arm around my shoulder he brings me closer to him as I rest my head on his chest. The wind lightly blowing our hair around as we watch the tide come in.

“Never leave me without a message again,” I sigh, “I was worried sick, I thought you had a race and died without my knowledge,”

“A race without you with me, never, your my lucky charm,” he says kissing my head, “I’m sorry but I promise this is the last time I’ll be leaving you,”

“Good,”

Both of us lay back looking at the sky holding each other’s hand.

“What have you been doing while I was gone?” He asks intrigued.

“Well working on your car for starters, going to races, knocking on your door hoping you’d answer the door at some point, writing music like always and driving around searching for you,”

He sighs feeling awful for what he had done, “I’m sorry baby, you wanna stay the night at mine?”

Letting out a large yawn I nod.

“I’ll drive,” he says.

Both of us get up and I get into the passengers seat reclining it so I can sleep. He starts the car up and I shut my eyes slowly falling asleep. A hand rest on my thigh coming off and on as we slowly make our way to his place. A whisper of my name and I am shaken awake. Rubbing my eyes I see a familiar bungalow and Trevor leaning in the door. Sliding out of the car he shuts the door behind me and holds the backs of my shoulders guiding me to the front door. Unlocking it he opens the door and walk in. As he shuts the door he wraps his arms around my waist from behind resting his head on my shoulder.

“So are you hungry or should we just go straight to bed?”

“Sleep,” I chuckle.

“Alright then sleep it is,”

We walk through the lounge to his room and I take a seat on the edge of his bed. Watching him rummage through his drawers he throws a grey huffer shirt at me. Sliding my own white shirt cover in dirt over my head I expose my choice of bra. Feeling Trevor’s eyes burn into my skin as I slide of my bike shorts leaving me in just undergarments. He himself takes his shorts off leaving him in his shirt and boxers as he climbs into his bed. Following him I crawl towards him situating myself on top of him. Straddling him I see him smirk up at me with his arms behind his head.

“We’re sleeping you perv,” I chuckle.

“Yeah ok,” he smiles.

Leaning down I place a small peck on his lips before flopping down completely. Wrapping my arms around his torso I rest my head on his chest.

“Good night Trev,”

“Good night Y/N,”

Letting out a large yawn I talk, “I love you,”

I hear Trevor’s heart speed up, “what was that?” He asks trying to clarify why I said.

“I love you Trevor,” I repeat.

There’s a large pause as Trevor takes it all in.

“I love you too Y/N,” he says kissing the top of my head and wrapping hair arms around me to bring me closer.

#trevor zegras #nhl #nhl fic #fast and furious #trevor zegras fic #trevor zegras x reader #nhl x reader

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danceswithsporks · 7 months

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Hiiii, I'm dipping my toes nervously in the world of asks 🫣😂

I'd like to request "did you just kiss me to shut me up?" With Howzer (or Rex, if you have a preference)

Maybe Reader is rambling about something, getting lost in their thoughts. Maybe even building up some anxiety from overthinking? Or just sort of a special interest rant what ever tickles your fancy more. (Reader thinks they're annoying him)

GN reader if possible :)

Feel free to ignore if it's not up your alley and have a great day 🫶🏼

Motte! Thank you for dropping a request!! It always makes me so happy to se you pop up in my notifications!!

I hope I did your request justice with this! While it’s currently just Rex, I do have plans to add Baja Blast daddy Howzer in later! (I’ll tag ya when that happens)

Took so much for me not to go full fic length with this! It was such a cute idea!

“Did you just kiss me to shut me up?”

You stared at the smoking remains of your crashed starship. Debris had hit the thrusters and knocked you out of the sky. if not for Rex’s expert piloting skills, you’d be dead.

“Fuck, no one knows where we are and the comms are fried.” You chewed your lip nervously. A covert mission with very few knowing your destination and even fewer knowing the exact route you were taking. Those few being you and your captain.

Rex could see the panic beginning to settle into you. “Don't panic. I’m sure we can figure something out. Besides, General Skywalker was supposed to be following a day behind us.”

You quickly turned from the sizzling console in front of you, shock in your eyes. “You told him our route?” Only you two were supposed to know! When Rex shrugged and nodded you felt an anger boil within you. “How could you tell him without telling me? I know you don’t trust me as far as you can throw me but this was my mission. I was in charge! This was my chance to prove myself.”

“I was doing my job as a soldier. Making sure our commanding officer knew our route in case something like this happened.” His arms crossed with a humph before wincing slightly. It seemed he’d injured himself in the crash after all. Golden eyes checked to see if you’d noticed the way he’d grabbed at his shoulder and when he found a worried look on your face l, he knew you had.

“You're injured.” Rushing to the back of the ship, you managed to find and pull out the med pack that Kix had packed for you both. On top of medical supplies, there were also three days of rations within for emergencies.

“I’m fine, Commander.” He watched you carefully as you flitted around the ship looking for emergency supplies. Every time you found something you’d run it over to his feet and drop it before running back to the ship. Each time he tried to offer to help and you’d simply push him back into place. After a few minutes, you finally slowed and dropped the small crate that would house your emergency tent. “Commander, I’m fine.”

“Still, I’d rather take a look at it to be sure. Last thing we need is you being injured.” Until you were back on the Resolute and near a bacta tank all you had were some patches and spray. If a bone was broken or dislocated he’d be screwed. It took you a moment to configure everything so you could successfully carry the two bags and the tent crate. As well as having a free hand to grab firewood as you moved away from the crash site. “Let’s get someplace more secure then I’ll take a look.”

“Commander” his words were stopped as you shot him a glance that said ‘end of questions’ he decided to ask just one more. “At least let me carry something?” Rex held his hand out to you waiting for you to pass something over. When you shook your head and began to walk into the woods around you, he sighed and followed close behind. He tried his best to keep a close eye on the area around the both of you as you trekked through the woods, but your ass in your Jedi armor was just too damn sexy to ignore.

Months, it had been literal months since you joined the Resolute and he’d gotten his first look at you. You were everything he’d dreamed of. Kind, sweet, and caring with a heart far too pure for a war-torn galaxy like yours. You cared for his brothers and himself more than even General Skywalker and Ahsoka did and you always found time to relax in the barracks with all of them and chat or listen to their woes. You’d even given him advice on how to ask out the person he'd been crushing on without even realizing it was you. Rex chewed his lip as you stopped and bent over to pick up some wood. The way your ass looked in those pants was absolutely mesmerizing and he felt filthy just imagining you bent over in front of him naked.

He was such a confusing man. You constantly got feelings of adoration and desire from him whenever you were near one another and while you had been crushing on him since your first day with the 501st, it was hard to gauge where you stood with him. You’d helped him out when he’d asked for dating advice, even if it did kill you inside to know he was crushing on someone else, and you found him always joining you and the others in the barracks when you’d all relax with one another. But he’d never made a move or even a flirting comment to let you know his feelings. For all you knew he simply saw you as a friend or worse, a sibling. It was that thought rushing through your stressed-out mind as you stopped to pick up a few dry twigs for the fire that was suddenly interrupted by the intense feeling of desire coming from the clone. It had to be a mistake, perhaps you were simply reading the emotion wrong? A shudder ran through your body at the thought of you two naked and him holding you ran wild through your mind. How many dreams have you had in the last few months of that very scenario? Rex cleared his throat from behind you, pulling you from your dirty thoughts. “Everything ok?” You turned and stepped back over to him, looking him over for discomfort.

Stars, those eyes of yours were always so warm and welcoming to him. No matter the situation, he knew he could rely on them for comfort and understanding. “Y-yeah. Spotted a mountain peeking through those bushes, figured we might be able to find a cave or use it as a partial wall for protection.” He motioned in the direction he’d just mentioned, sure enough, the gray of a mountain could be seen through the lush greens and browns of the woods around you.

You balanced everything in your arms into one hand and used the force to move some of the debris and earth out of the way, revealing a small overhang at the base of the mountain. It wasn’t a cave, but it would be enough to build a barrier around and store the heat from your fire. “Nice eyes, Captain.” In both catching the mountain before you passed it and in color. Maker, how you adored the golden color of his eyes. How they reminded you of the warm sun in the early hours of the morning and the comfort of a hot cup of caf with cream. If you weren’t such a tip-yip when it came to flirting with him then you would have told him as much. But you were, so instead you just led the way towards the overhang.

It seemed secure enough and once the two of you set up the tent and a barrier generator, it was perfectly safe. It took you moments to get a fire started and with that settled you turned your attention to Rex. “Alright, armor off.” You’d already shed your robes and sat in your base layers next to the fire. Beside you, the med kit sat open and ready for use and the warmth of the fire beckoned him to join you. “Promise I’ll be gentle.”

Rex swallowed the lump that had been forming in his throat as he carefully reached up to unlatch the pauldron on his left arm, the armor clattered to the dirt ground with a thud before he attempted to unlatch the right side. But the pain in his shoulder was too much and he winced in pain. It was definitely sprained if not dislocated.

“Here, let me help.”

He froze at the gentle sound of your voice as you carefully stepped around the fallen armor. You stared at him with those caring eyes, asking for permission to touch his armor and him. Rex nodded slowly and inhaled as your fingers carefully ran over the pauldron looking for the latch.

You thankfully knew what you were doing thanks to Fives and Echo showing you how the armor worked. It took only a moment for you to find the latch and once you did the armor clattered to the ground at your feet. A few more latches and the chest plate followed suit. Soon he was standing before you with just his lower armor on and his black top. “I’ll need to remove this.” You tugged at his shirt to make it clear what you meant. Rex stared at you for a moment as if lost in his thoughts before nodding and moving his good arm to pull the shirt off. You had every intention of helping him but between the sight of him easily reaching behind his neck with one hand and pulling off the shirt, and the thickness of the air that hung between the two of you, it was impossible to move.

Fuck, he was so much more handsome than you could have ever expected. Sure, you’d seen Fives and the others topless at the swimming arena in the Coruscant barracks, but never Rex. He’d always made himself sparse when it came time to swim. You had no clue why he would be so shy when he was stunning to look at. The muscles that rippled and covered his body were almost intoxicating and the many scars that covered it just made him even more beautiful. It was him clearing his throat that made you realize you were staring. You quickly shifted your eyes to his shoulder in hopes of playing off what had just happened as just general concern, you truly hoped it worked.

Your eyes fell on the already bruising shoulder and you made a worried face. “That doesn’t look good.” You reached down quickly and took his hand, leading him to the fire.

Rex nearly collapsed at the feeling of you touching him and helping with his armor, as soon as you’d tugged on his shirt his knees had felt like jelly. He’d done so well avoiding you seeing the scars that littered his body, worried that you’d find them repulsive. You weren’t like that though and he knew you weren’t like that, but even still he worried. So he’d always find an excuse to avoid swimming with you and the boys, something he regretted every time because Kriff, he really wanted to be as near to you as possible. Rex didn’t hear a single word you said as you pulled him towards the fire, worry taking over your inquisitive features.

A hiss came from the clone captain as you carefully ran your fingers over the injured shoulder. “I’m sorry.” You chewed your lip in worry as you pulled out a portable scanner and ran it over his shoulder slowly. A long sigh left you as you took in the results. “Your shoulder is dislocated.” Turning the device so he could see, you began to think about how to fix this.

“You’ll have to set it then.” He’d tried to say it with as calm a face as possible but he knew the pain could be immense. Looking at you, he found your face filled with shock and worry. “Hey, I know you can do this.”

“It’s going to hurt like hell and Kix didn’t pack any pain reliever of that level.” He’d only packed the basics. “You could potentially black out from the pain alone.” And for you to be the cause of that pain? You hated to even think about it.

“Rather be in pain for a moment than the three-day minimum it’ll take for them to track us.” That’s if the mayday transponder was broadcasting. If they missed you two then it could be even longer. “I trust ya, Commander.” He reached over and squeezed your hand gently while nodding reassuringly to you.

Oh, he was dead serious about you doing this! A lump you hadn’t even realized was in your throat was swallowed as you nodded back. “O-ok.” Kriff you were gonna do this. “I-if you pass out. I’ll never forgive you for leaving me alone here for even a moment.” You stood and repositioned yourself behind him. “Here, lay back.” Grabbing one of your robes, you threw it down so his head wouldn’t be in the dirt. “I need you to lay flat.”

“I won’t leave ya alone. I swear.” He swallowed at the feeling of your hands on his bare shoulder while you guided him down to the ground. “Sounds like ya know what your doin'.” Man, he really hoped you knew what you were doing.

“I’ve read about doing this, but never attempted it myself.” Your eyes slid away from his and looked around for something to bite down on. “Here” you pulled your holster over and discarded the contents unceremoniously before passing it to Rex. “But down on this.” The last thing you needed was his screams of pain drawing any unneeded attention.

“I can’t, not on that. You said your master gave that to you before she died.” He’d very clearly remember that story, like he did with every tale you told them.

He’d remembered that? Oh, your heart fluttered so much. “Yeah. But I can always get a new one. Can’t get a new you.” Before he could remark, you slid the leather into his mouth. “Tell me to stop if it becomes too much.”

The redness creeping across your cheeks was downright heart-stopping. You were flirting with him, weren’t you? Did that mean… his thoughts were ripped from him as you carefully moved his injured arm in small circular motions while keeping his arm leveled with his body, Rex fought the urge to scream as best as he could but it truly felt like you were ripping his arm off.

Tears burned your eyes as you continued to move his arm 90 degrees with his body. The little two-inch circles you were making worked to wiggle the joint back into its socket. You held your breath, waiting for him to tell you to stop but he continued to groan and scream through the pain. No longer were his warm and comforting golden eyes watching you, instead they were squeezed shut as he tried to stay conscious. “A-almost there.” If you did it right then as you lived his arm towards a 120-degree position you’d hear a…

*pop*

“That’s it!” You carefully returned his arm to resting over his stomach as you dove for the medic pack. You could have sworn there was a sling in there.

Rex felt like he was going to pass out and vomit at the same time from the pain. The excitement in your voice as you declared it in place was wonderful to hear down the long tunnel you seemed to suddenly be in. “G-great job, Mesh’la.” Rex groaned slightly as his good arm covered his eyes, the darkness pulling at the corners. “Ya…did..it.”

“Mesh’la?” Echo had told you about these terms of endearment after Jesse had called you cyare. But to hear Rex actually call you that had nearly knocked you out! That had to mean he liked you like you liked him! Turning back to him with the sling in hand, you let out a shriek as you realized he’d passed out. “Rex? Rex!”

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It was dark by the time Rex had come to, his arm now secured in a sling and his head propped on a bundle of your robes. “Commander?” He sat up quickly and looked around for you, finding you close to the fire with your knees pulled up to your chin. When you didn’t look at him he worried that he’d upset you by passing out after saying he wouldn’t. He hadn’t meant to, it seemed with everything that had happened that day his body was just done.

Hearing his voice after you’d finally calmed yourself down was like the sweetest thing ever. But at the same time, it wasn’t, for it meant facing the anger that was inside you at him. He’d assured you he wouldn’t leave you alone and yet he’d passed out for four hours! How could you not be mad? “How are you feeling?” Your voice was void of any emotion as you walked over to him and checked the sling. “Any more pain?”

“No. Just dull.” The way you avoided making eye contact with him stung. He’d essentially promised you he wouldn’t and yet he had, you had every right to be upset with him. Reaching up, he took your hand in his and tried his best to meet your eyes. “I’m sorry.”

“Does it feel cold? Hot?” You slid your hand from his and tapped at the hand in the sling. “What about this?” You fought the urge to cry and yell at him bubbling within you.

“Commander.” Rex tried to get your attention once more.

“If it’s cold then you’re losing circulation and I may have pinched something.”

“Commander, please.”

“But if it’s getting hot then there may be an infection starting. But I did give you an antibiotic stem so that shouldn’t be the case.”

Rex sighed as you continued to ramble on, ignoring him. He’d seen you like this one other time when Hardcase had injured himself trying to play a prank on Jesse. You’d become so focused on taking care of him that it had taken them nearly an hour to focus once more. “It feels fine.”

“The bruising has started to diminish a bit and I’m not seeing any swelling so that’s a good sign.” You tried to ignore the way his fingers on his injured hand wrapped around yours. “Oh good, you have movement there,”

“Please, look at me.”

“I went through our rations while you were out. Seems if we take our time we should have enough to last a week.” You motioned across your little campsite to the tent crate that now held those rations. “Tomorrow I can go look for a freshwater source and then maybe we could f-“

Your words were cut off by his lips against yours. Everything seemed to spin and explode at the same time as his lips continued to press and rub against yours. You melted into the kiss while your hand found his cheek and you held him close. This was happening! He was kissing you! Your Captain Rex was kissing you right here and now. It lasted for a mere minute but it felt as though it had been an hour. A whine left you as he pulled away to check on you.

“I’m sorry. But you wouldn’t stop…” Rex was cut off by your hand going up to stop him while your other one hovered by your lips in surprise.

“D-did you kiss me to shut me up?” Was that all it had been? A way to shut you up? Honestly, you’d do it again just for the same outcome. But you’d never tell him that.

“You were spiraling like that time with Hardcase.” His good hand held your cheek gently while his thumb ran across your smooth skin. “I’m sorry for passing out.”

So he’s done it to get you quiet so he could apologize. “Oh. It’s…it’s ok.” It seemed so meaningless to be upset by something he clearly couldn’t control. “I’m just…glad your o…”

“Can I kiss you again?” The words left Rex before he could even think about them.

“Please.” Came out like a needy little whine that made your cheeks flare. “I mean, yes. I-I’d like that.”

“Really?” Rex felt like his heart was going to burst out of his chest. You wanted him to kiss you again.

“Oh, Rex. Of course, I do. I’ve wanted you to kiss me for months.” Might as well let the loth cat out of the bag fully. “I've just…never been brave enough to say something.”

“That’s the first time I’ve heard you just call me Rex and not Captain.” And oh how he loved the sound of his name on your lips. You admitted how long you’d wanted him to kiss you and with a chuckle, he shook his head. “I’ve been wanting to for months. But I didn’t know how to even begin. That’s…why I asked for your advice.”

Now it all made sense. He’d been talking about you when he mentioned liking someone who lit up his world. “I…light up your world?”

“Stars, Yes. Whenever you smile, or laugh or hells just look at me!” Rex leaned forward and pressed his lips against yours once more, excited to feel you part your lips and allow him in.

His tongue danced with yours and you saw actual stars. He tasted like everything you’d hoped for. So sweet and filled with eager affection. You hummed happily and wrapped your arm around his neck carefully, pulling him close. You chuckled into his lips as so many things became clear now that you knew he had crushed on you.

Were you really laughing right now? Rex pulled away and smiled at you sweetly as he brushed his finger across your cheek.”What's so funny?”

“When I found that pack of Chandriian butter cookies on my bed, that was you, wasn’t it?” He smirked at you and your heart fluttered. “I had a feeling.”

Rex shrugged as he thought back to that day. “You said to give them something they enjoyed. You’ve constantly talked up those cookies. I knew I couldn’t go wrong with them.” He reached over and tilted your chin up toward him. “I hope you enjoyed them.”

“I did. Now that I know who gave them to me, I can thank you properly.” Moving for him, you pressed your lips against his once more and savored the way he smiled into you. His good arm wrapped around your back and held you close. Your head swam with feelings of delight and desire as he rubbed your side gently. “So much I’ll be thanking you for.”

“Then let me thank you first.” When you raised an eyebrow at him, he chuckled. “For saving my arm, my men and myself. Before you joined us, life was surprisingly dull. Even with Skywalker as our General. But you gave us something to look forward to. You always tell the men the sweetest stories and listen to all of their woes. Thank you, Mesh’la, for being so wonderful.” He peppered a few kisses against your lips as he spoke and thanked you.

“Perhaps we’ll be saying thank you to one another until they rescue us.” For you too had so much to thank him for.

Rex smirked at the idea. “Then let’s get started now”. Leaning down he pulled you carefully into another kiss. He’d kiss you every moment of every hour, of every minute until you were saved and so much longer after

#clone wars fic #captain rex #captain rex x reader #captain rex x you #fic request #mina writes things

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cjoatprehn · 1 year

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Survival Financial Request!

My mom’s been filing for bankruptcy, has been extremely financially stressed lately, and trying to get me over to her has been really stressful. She’s a burn victim from a Yankee Candle catching on fire on Halloween, she received 3rd degree burns on most of her body for trying to save her support dog. Between support animal costs, food, rent, and hospital recovery, she’s in dire need of aid. If y’all could and are in a position to help, could you send some money over, please, to help ensure she will be able to at the very least have some pressure off her shoulders? And a sweet note, if you want to—? Thank you…

Adding to this post-

I want to make clear I’ve been struggling to keep us and others afloat, and now I’m at a point in my life and health where I am no longer able to do so. They’re cutting away more food stamp money from many households in the legislature not just ours, and I’m in the process of moving to my mom’s to help out. And also—

I’m kinda Flipping out right now. I don’t want to lie, with the US being a 3rd world country now. I’m flipping out because last month…was the last month they would be giving food money in the 100s. With food so high and Rent higher. SSI—I don’t even know. …I’m smiling but I don’t know what else to do. My moms still recovering from 3rd degree burns, surgery, and trying to get me there, and I’ve learned that the Aunt that had control of late great grandma’s reservoir for funds…Help won’t last long.

I’m scared, and I’m losing hope. I don’t want to go out as the person who Fucking struggled and suffered their entire life, never got to flourish. …I’ve never thought of making a gofundme again. Every time I’ve made one it never reached anything. And…I-can’t even maintain a savings for long. If we run out of money or assistance, then my mom stops getting treatment. Her dog doesn’t get food or treatment…and we’ll lose the little we have left.

She doesn’t have any friends or many connections outside of herself or her former government job. So—I’m just—like—trying to convince her to.. at least accept my help. I know everyone’s not in the best financial situation to help but—I can’t continue giving good energy to the universe from an empty cup…so I really appreciate the support..!

For record only, no longer helping someone who wants to gaslight and abuse me. I’ve been evicted as of May 9th, 2023. I found a place to stay for last night and possibly tonight. After that I’m on the streets. I’ve accepted I might not make it. I’m bedbound forced to rest by my body and disabilities. My phone has been deactivated by my mom only to discover she can’t reactivate it due to my phone being 6-7 years old. It’s too old to be reactivated with its old line.

But…hey…I’m no longer at my abusive home situation. I don’t wish to tell my dad’s side of the family. My mom prolly let them know anyway. I don’t know for sure though.

…I’m so flipping screwed. Had to deactivate my throne, due to no longer having that address. So…I’m just.. Here. Waiting. Watching my time come closer.

Thread of some of the abuse from my mom. I don’t feel like typing it all here..

https://cjoatbysamwise.com/donate-to-cjoat

…I’m scared. But I don’t know what else to do so I’m accepting my fate and situation for now at least. So.

Here’s to updates..

Late Update:

Got yelled at, insulted, and screamed at by my mom through text. She’s called AT&T to lock everything down; I asked her for my account information. When she didn’t answer for the next 5-6 hours. I had AT&T send an email and a text to her & asked her for what they sent her. I got accused of hacking. I’m Not getting my phone line back.

Oh and to top it off, she sent me a picture of Storme laying outside of where I used to sleep. With Storme saying hi. I relayed a message to Storme. It would be a goodbye unless we meet again.

…So I’m unable to exactly…Do anything so. Just…Trying to calm my heart rate down…It’s been elevated all damn day…and increasing..

Good News: The Situation has Partly Cleared!

I cued a erasure on the iPhone 14 Pro Max, which my mom gave me and then took away from me after snooping through my iPhone 8+ and kicking me out, as soon as it connects to the internet; that way, my mom gets to return the phone, she gets her $1K+ back, problem solved. However, twice my mom sent 2 “Reset Apple ID Password” pop-ups on my devices, which…fuck off, mom, tf?

In response, after checking with the select few, I have changed my Apple ID email, because she doesn’t know my Apple ID password. I will be working with Apple Customer Servicee to ensure she can not steal my Apple account through Screen Time (which is possible). Conclusively:

I have a bed and address, temporarily but for awhile, unsure of how long, definitely more than a few days. Right now, until things stabilize with assistance, I don’t have to pay yet, despite being willing to. Currently slowly getting out of survival mode. Many of my stuff remain at my mom’s. I am able to get another physical SIM for my phone. Throne should be showing and working now, because I now have a new address, temporary while I figure what to do from here. I am no longer am able to draw due to my stylus breaking and my disc tips running out. Still got to get back. Laptop is out of commission until I get a new laptop charger, or until I get my old one back. That’s the update for now.

…I’m…finally going to heal, now that I’m safe and in a warm & accepting, and lax environment.

Still going to need assistance, thank y’all so much for supporting me so far.

#mutual aid #time sensitive #disabled #homeless #abuse victim #black sheep

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carrickbender · 8 months

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Saturday 6-

- I started my bridge job this week, and am using it to get over my slight reluctance of being up at about 40 feet in the air in a harness. So far, so good, and only for another week.

- started the second batch of polishing rocks on Monday, and this group is gonna be cool. I threw in stones that I picked on one of the local beaches w/my grandfather when I was 14 or 15, so it's a sentimental journey for sure. We are gonna go searching for carnelian soon too, so fingers crossed.

- more health stuff... I'm just tired of it all. This time it's in my (redacted). Yeah, it's not like I'm using them, so why not have fluid build up and pain for no reason. I mean- talk about insult to injury. My calcium was off the charts low, and other stuff was also low. The good news was that my blood sugar was also borderline low, which oddly enough made me happy. I'd rather be there than elsewhere.

- I'm having a hard time penciling out the salary for the new job, so I'm looking at doing Remote Online Notary stuff on top of everything else as an income supplement. I mean its money, it's pretty immediate, and even if I make 1k per month extra, but it's a pain in the ass to set up. More to come, I reckon...

- It appears that once again our local school district has screwed up Buggy's school registration, and I'm gonna come unglued. And worse yet(for them)- I'm gonna run for school board in 2024, because I get the impression that Moms for Liberty are on the march in the area and it's time to get involved. Fighting fascism and religious extremism starts at home!

- it's been a week yall. I'm so far in this stupid head of mine that I'm lost. Sleep has been brief and fitful, and while it's not an option, giving up and getting blind drunk would have been sweet relief this week. I was thinking about it- I have no vices left, unless you consider coffee a vice, and I have no way to sublimate, no outlet for frustration. I guess I just feel like... you know?

Much love to yall- I know we are all in this together, but this house near the big woods is awfully lonely.

#me #this is my life #dadlife #exhausted #in repair #washington state #time for blackberries #yummy

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britts-galaxy-brain · 11 months

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Hang on. Are you the "abusive friend" Lily is vaguing about? Cause I remember one of the logs had you saying near the same quote as the post. How is calling out someone on shitty behaviour abusive??

I had to go find what you were talking about and...

Alright let's break this down again since this is the second or third time she's brought this exact story up.

Sparing the details, the woman I ended up dating while Lily and I were friends was completely unhinged. She was mentally and financially abusive, she would scream at me unprovoked at every job I had (JUST the places I was actively employed at, if I wasn't working there, she wouldn't do it) to try to get me fired, refused to get any sort of income despite that being part of our agreement for me moving in with her, constantly put me down, controlled just about everything I did, etc. She ended up kicking me out on the street after she got me fired for the first time in my life, because I refused to try to go back to that job and wanted to find a better one elsewhere.

So first thing Lily gets wrong, my ex broke up with me, since by that point I was only staying because I was stuck and had nowhere else to go.

Second thing Lily gets wrong is the car situation. It wasn't me my ex nearly ran over. It was my mother. We had a shared storage unit that we got before she kicked me out. When we started living separately, I told her I'd pay for half of it and she'd be responsible for the other half. I paid her my half the first two months, and she'd steal it and not pay anything, and I'd find out via the lady that owned the storage facility calling me and telling me there was a late fee. So after two months of that, I told her if she did it again, I'd take my stuff out and my name off and she'd be solely responsible for it.

Third month, she does it again.

For a bit of context, since Lily seems to enjoy goading me into bringing up embarrassing situations from my past, my ex had me half-believing we were common-law married, and she could sue me for alimony. So I'd been paying her part of my checks until I could find out for sure whether she was full of shit. Because I was a sheltered, stupid 20 year old that didn't know how laws like that worked in my state. By the time this storage situation happened, I'd figured out she was full of shit. Which lead to the following altercation.

My mother and I went to the storage unit to get my things, and my ex was supposed to meet us there. Ex shows up, and I tell her that since she'd screwed me over for three months in a row and I'd just had to pay an extra $100 on top of the storage fee to get in, I wasn't giving her any money. She immediately flew into a rage in front of my mother and refused to give me the storage key. My mother kept her cool as long as she could, and ended up going off verbally on my ex. Ex listened to her yell for a minute, called my mother crazy, and threw her car in reverse while my mother was right next to it. The rear view mirror bruised her arm and she's lucky her foot didn't get run over.

I took pictures of the bruise and told my ex that if she ever harassed me for money again, or contacted me at all, I'd press charges.

Now about the "putting her on blast" part; I THOUGHT ABOUT doing that. The sheer amount of unhinged, controlling, abusive, dangerous behavior this woman put me through had me wondering if I should warn others about her. I ASKED LILY FOR ADVICE, and ended up NOT DOING IT and letting it all go. I never once said what she's claiming I said. It's in the chat logs if anyone wants to go look.

The epilogue to this is one of my ex's more recent exes ended up reaching out to me. This person told me that my ex had essentially trafficked her by forcing her into online sex work against her will, among other things.

Lily has brought this shit up multiple times over the years. She knows what this woman did to me. She knows how badly it fucked with my psyche. She knows about the financial abuse, my mother almost getting run over, the fact that I was homeless for two weeks because of her, she knows about all of it. Yet in her eyes, I'M the abuser.

Lily, you are utterly, shamelessly, disgustingly monstrous. You are fucking evil.

#lily orchard

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Okay, I wanna talk about the giant work project I just did because I’m proud of it, even if it was a bit of a nightmare. Can’t give specifics because of an NDA, but I can talk general stuff.

About three months ago we got offered a REALLY big deal. Ridiculously big. Possibly our biggest ever, at least in recent memory. But to make this deal we had to provide a lot of documentation. Like a lot a lot.

Wanna guess what my company does NOT have? Documentation. Are we a museum? Yes! Do we have scientifically significant specimens everywhere? Yes! Is any of it accurately or effectively documented? No. Hell, we couldn’t even GET to half our stuff without going up on a catwalk and ducking under the air vents until a few months ago when the vents got redone. And don’t even get me started on our servers. The top level organization is...decentish, but the second you start opening folders it is all just. A nightmare. Tons of duplicates, so many IMG______s, folders within folders within folders within folders. Terrible.

So I get brought onto this project after all the initial negotiating is pretty much done. On the face of it, my job in this project was SUPPOSED to just be taking the documentation and making it look pretty. The owner of the company and our head curator were supposed to be the ones getting all that documentation.

Wanna guess what they, by and large, did NOT do? Get me documentation. We had three months to do this and it only got done at the literal last minute because I went into work (despite being mostly remote) and sat down with both of them and just went through each form with them one by one. And when I say literal last minute, I mean literal last minute. The project was due at noon yesterday and I finished at 11:59.

At the end of it, here’s everything I did for the project:

Chased down so much documentation. Either by digging through the server, or just repeatedly e-mailing people until they finally handed stuff over.

Photographed a ton of specimens. We had some photos of some of them, but a lot of the older stuff was from really crappy old cameras so the photos needed redone.

Deciphered a lot of hand-signed/hand-amended contracts that needed included, so I could figure out who the hell signed what because cursive and crappy scans are not good bedfellows. I also had to figure out what contracts went with what specimens which was quite the puzzle.

Deciphered the forms we had to fill out. They’re from a non-English speaking country and there were some translations that got a little wonky.

Edited the introduction for each section of the project, because the owner of the company is very fond of idioms and run-on sentences. Had to put everything in plainer English so it could be more easily translated.

Edited all the photo captions for the same reason.

Dealt with the fact that no one at this job calls any animal what they are, they just give them a nickname which is not helpful. I don’t know what “Doug” is, guys. I can tell Doug was a turtle, but what kind of turtle? Who knows! Not me, because YOU DON’T FUCKING LABEL ANYTHING. The bus factor at this company is terrible. If somebody dies tomorrow we’re all screwed.

Fixed a bunch of little issues in the contracts to prevent us giving away some very important rights that we should not have been giving away.

Reworked the prices on some things to be more understandable and offer different options.

Researched the locations of specimens and provided detailed maps of the locations in relation to the U.S. as a whole and the specific areas. Didn’t want to do the thing where we just said “yeah, we found it in Kansas” assuming everyone outside the U.S. would actually know where the hell Kansas is.

Formatted it all into nicely laid out PDFS with good formatting. This involved 22 separate documents, then one version that brought all those together into one big document that was formatted for double-sided printing.

And, despite having 3 months to do it, 50% was done in the last two days, and another 40% done in the 8ish days before that. I worked 55 hours this week and 53 last week. Instead of just being a designer I ended up being a photographer, an archivist, a researcher, a contracts person, an editor, AND a designer.

Ended up with a 400 page document that looks fantastic (and more professional than anything the company has ever put out). I’m damn proud of it, and I’m really excited to know how effective it ends up being, which I should hopefully know in the next couple weeks.

And I still don’t know hardly anything about paleontology beyond surface knowledge, lol. Fake it ‘til you make it.

#Makin' Bones

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kikikyrie · 6 months

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Paracosm #5.2

It's my friend's birthday in a week! So, I started the gift I planned for him. I picked up a glass bottle, wrapped it with little ornaments. I filled it up with sand and tiny little seashells that we collected when we first went to the beach together. I wrote him letters every day for a month, and I plan to collect all the letters in the glass bottle and give it to him!

I really can't believe how our friendship started. We were the university's top rivals, and at some point in our lives, we reconciled. I couldn't even remember how it happened, but I'm so glad it did. I started rolling up my letters into tiny rolls before placing them all in the glass bottle I had designed, sealing it with a cork screw. I smiled at myself, excited to give it to him on his birthday.

Weeks had passed, and it was his birthday. It was already night, and we met up in an empty park. We both giggled as soon as we saw each other. He joined me as I glanced up at the moonlight in the sky, leaning slowly to rest my head on his shoulder, which he let me do. I bashfully handed over my git to him, which he accepted with a loving gaze. We are friends—yes, just friends.

TW: Blood, Death

Surely, no one cuddles their friend in a warm embrace. Surely, no one looks at their friend with a longing gaze. He wrapped his arms around me, lifting me up from the floor and holding me close to his chest, his hands stained with blood. He called out my name, his tone filled with guilt and desperation. In one hand, he held a broken glass bottle that was stained with my blood. Sand mixed with my blood pooling on the floor beneath me, and ornaments clinked on the gravel floor.

OKAY, I'M GONNA EXPLAIN MY VISION IN THIS. So first of all, this exists in the same world as my 5th Paracosm, just in a timeskip where the characters are adults. As for the ending, guess who the character is? YES, IT'S AJAX, and what did I say about Ajax? YES, HE IS HIDING SOMETHING. This is that something that he is hiding LMAO I would love to explain more about his past once I get the inspiration for it, but the general idea is that Ajax is not allowed to have friends because of his family's 'job'. I'm sure you can connect the dots LKAJSLKJD

Oh, also.... I just love the drama of k-wording your friend with something that they gifted to you

#maladaptive daydreaming #fake scenarios #fake scenes #actually madd #daydreaming #madd paras #just daydreaming #paras #paracosm #paras5

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lost-jams · 10 months

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Brushes And Beats chapter: 02

pairing: JiminxReader

genre: fluff with a pinch of angst

trope: enemies to lovers

:That one moment when you realize that...You are screwed:

I'm lying on my stomach and I press my cheek into my pillow. My body had grown restless and hungry, I felt as if I'm floating and yet I felt everything...There was someone else there with me, his body naked... He's braced over me, pressed against my back,

he twists his hips to grind himself against my butt, His fingertips smooth along the sides of my breasts. His exhale steams against my neck. He's heavy. Sensitive parts of me burn to live. I scratch my fingertips against the sheets until they burn with friction. Then he shifted just a bit perhaps it was to kiss me, as I moved to the side the man was no longer faceless, first came the sharp jawline, moving up I saw his defined cheekbones, he was so close that all I could see was his perfectly sculpted lips parted in a gentle sigh and then he moved farther away and I saw him...Jimin

I jolted up from my bed with a racing heart and beads of sweat glistening on my forehead, I just had a wet dream about Jimin. I couldn't decide what to do. Finish the job, or take a cold shower? In the end, all I do is lie there. RING RING I hear my phone buzz, its Fumi

"I had a dream...uhh a wet dream...about Jimin"

"Good morning to you too?" Fumi replies and then continues with "You've been at each others' butt for the past 6 years this had to happen" I let out a sigh as I'm still processing what had happened "Y/n, let go get Starbucks and you can rant while I nod ok?"

"yeah," I replied as I remembered the time I first met Jimin.

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It was a sunny afternoon in the bustling city of Seoul, I just graduated from beauty school, Being one of the top students, I was given job offers from several makeup studios, But I had a target, I wanted to work under Jung Saem Mool, she is one of the most talented and renowned artists out there, she usually works with celebrities however with luck in my favor I actually had an offer from her studio. My life has finally taken the turn I had always dreamed.

Months passed and as time flew Jung Saem Mool's reputation also grew, she announced that we will be working under a label from now on, which happened to be HYBE. I was thrilled about the opportunity to work with such a prestigious label and potentially get the chance to work with some big names in the industry.

As fate would have it, one of those big names turned out to be none other than Jimin's. I couldn't believe my luck when my name got announced while they were forming teams.

"He is so well-behaved, we will have a good time working together", Fumi whispered, I met her in the studio, well you could say we bonded over our shared obsession with K-drama and K-pop.

The first time I laid eyes on Jimin, my heart skipped a beat as he walked into the green room to get ready for a shoot, his presence radiated charisma no wonder he is the It-boy of Korea. I glanced at him, as he shot his killer smile to everyone, "Hello everyone!" he greeted " Thank you for having me here, I hope to have a successful shoot with you all, FIGHTING" he put his fists up making us all mimic his gesture, He is so dreamy.

As I'm still a newcomer...kinda, I was a backup for the lead makeup artists, they were way more experienced than me so it did make sense, I would sometimes help with the brushes, go get water for everyone, and sit around doing nothing

Brushes-water-chair

BRUSHES-WATER-CHAIR

If you haven't noticed, my excitement level dropped, I get it that I'm inexperienced WELL HOW CAN I LEARN IF IM NOT DOING ANYTHING? I looked over to Fumi across the room, we shared the same state. All that excitement for nothing

"Well, it didn't go as we expected it to go," I said with a scowl on my face. "I was ranting to Lucy, a while ago, apparently it took her two years to actually start working. TWO YEARS Y/N TWO YEARS!" Fumi exclaimed, clearly frustrated with our current situation, I fake cried at her outburst, dramatically wiping away my nonexistent tears. "I mean it's like getting paid for sitting around...it's not so bad" Fumi chuckled at my comment "Hey at least our assigned client turned out to be a good one...he is so, picture perfect" I can't help but think of the pressure that must be on him to maintain his picture-perfect status, Thats pitiful at the same time it's impressive.

Days passed, and my interactions with Jimin were limited to brief greetings or when I was fetching water from the team. "Y/n, can you grab me a water bottle?" Jimin asked with a smile as he pointed to the table of stacked drinks, I nodded grabbing the water bottle and handing it to him returning the smile.

"Gather round, everyone!" the manager called out, holding everyone in a circle as we gathered, eagerly anticipating what the manager had to say. "I hope everyone is here, anyways...Jimin will be shooting live today, so I want no mess-ups or delays, got it?" The manager's words hung in the air as we all nodded in agreement. As time progressed the day became hectic with the crew rushing around to ensure everything was in place. I found myself caught up in the whirlwind of activity, trying my best to assist wherever I could.

At one point, I got tasked with touching up Jimin's make-up FINALLY SOME WORK "Just put a little mascara, it will lift his eyes"

I carefully applied the mascara to Jimin's lashes, trying my best to be precise and not let my nervousness show. As I focused on my task, Jimin glanced at me through the mirror and smiled. And that smile, oh that smile. That smile sent my heart racing and my palms sweating. My fingers trembled slightly as I continued to apply the mascara, trying to keep my composure despite the growing butterflies in my stomach. "You're doing great," Jimin said, his voice filled with genuine appreciation. ANGEL

The shot was ready, and as Jimin stepped on stage, the crowd erupted in cheers. The energy in the room was electric, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride knowing that I had played a small part in getting him ready for this moment. As Jimin performed, his talent radiated from the stage, captivating everyone in the audience. It was at that moment that I truly understood why Jimin had such a dedicated fanbase.

The stage was interesting, filled with vibrant lights, smoke machines and sprinkle heads

hey they use it to make rain in the movies, rain,

RAIN AS IN WATER.

The realization hit me the mascara I used was not waterproof, by the time I could tell my supervisor about my mistake, It was too late and Jimin's face was already covered in the streaks of black liquid running down his cheeks, I saw the panic in my supervisor's eyes as she rushed to me

"DID YOU NOT USE WATERPROOF MASCARA" I froze at the moment, a feeling of fear and guilt washed over me as I stammered out an apology.

Chapter 03 will soon be posted today, after you know the editing. I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS CHAPTER

Chapter 01 || Chapter 03

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catladyoftheyr · 3 months

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Summer Vacation chapter 1/??

You kissed me in a way that’s gonna screw me up forever

Characters: Bella x Edward

Summary: Bella’s grounded after the events of the first book so Edward’s been sneaking into her room at night to spend time together. They end up kissing and things get a little steamy.

Word count: 839

A/N: my favorite parts of twilight are just Bella and Edward being cute together. I love them doing regular teenage things and I wish Stephanie Myer had given us content of them just being teenagers over the summer. This series is just me writing my ideal summer romance bc I have twilight brainrot. Edward might be slightly out of character idk and idc. This is my MY version of him 🫡

Edward and I had only been dating for a couple months officially. So much has happened since I moved to Forks in January that it’s felt like ages. It hasn’t even been a month since what Charlie had started calling The Incident when I stormed out of the house and told Charlie I couldn’t be trapped here like my mom. I still felt guilty for intentionally hurting his feelings, especially since I couldn’t tell him the truth. “Hey dad, my boyfriend and his entire family are vampires and another vampire tried to kill me in the ballet studio I went to as a kid.” Would probably make Charlie institutionalize me.

I heard my window softly slide open and Edward materialized in my bedroom. This had become a habit since I was still technically grounded. Charlie had tried to convince me to stop seeing Edward, and when that failed he’d declared that I was grounded until further notice. “Hi,” I whispered, unsure if Charlie was asleep yet. “You can pick the movie tonight.” I’d been saving my wages from my part-time job and managed to buy a small TV and DVD player from a local thrift shop. Edward rummaged carefully through the small stack of DVDs and held up a copy of Pride and Prejudice before sliding the disc in. We sat next to each other in my bed and Edward planted a light kiss on the top of my head.

“You smell like coconut,” he murmured.

“New shampoo”

“How long does Charlie plan on keeping you locked up in the house for?”

“Probably forever at this rate. I keep trying to convince him that I've learned my lesson but I feel like he’s not budging. He thinks you’re a bad influence.” I can't say I entirely blamed Charlie. He was doing his best to parent me on his own and I wasn’t making it very easy lately. Still, I wish he’d ease up a little. I leaned my head against Edward’s shoulder, wanting to feel the coolness of his skin. His eyes were focused on the screen but my gut told me he wasn’t paying attention. I wished I could know what he was thinking about, and I know he wished the same of me.

I traced the veins in his hands with my fingers. Edward stiffed and I looked up at him for the signal to continue. He nodded and my fingers continued to tread lightly up his arms. Physical intimacy was still largely uncharted territory in our relationship. I wanted so desperately to allow us to be less restrained with how we touched each other but we both knew the risks. I knelt and turned to face him on the bed and cupped his jaw gently in my hands. Edward was if a marble statue of a Greek God had come to life. He was classically beautiful and his features were stern but gentle underneath. I closed the gap between us and let our lips connect.

His lips were cold at first but quickly warmed with mine on them. Edward didn’t technically need to breathe but I felt cool air hit my face as we kissed. I felt Edward’s hands grip my hair and pull me closer. We broke apart so I could breathe and I locked my eyes in his. His eyes darkened with passion and he let his hands fall from my hair. “Do you want to keep going?” He asked. I nodded fervently and slid his hands down to my hips. Edward lifted me onto his lap and I locked my legs behind him. I was tired of being careful and controlled. I needed to touch him. Our lips met again and I moaned softly. I gripped my hands into his hair and tried to leverage myself even closer. His hands dug into my hips firmly. Even in passion he was in control of himself; he could snap me in half if he wasn’t cautious but I didn’t care anymore.

Edward pulled back to look at me. “You’re so beautiful, Bella” he whispered in the dark before his lips moved to my neck. I gasped and wrapped my arms around him tighter, digging my nails into his shoulders. He sucked lightly, surely intending to leave a mark. He’d told me that vampires marked their mates but this was new behavior for Edward. I whispered as he made his way to my collarbones, planting light kisses all the way down. “I love you” he said softly.

“I love you too. Keep going please” I said breathlessly. Just as Edward was about to oblige my request there were footsteps in the hallway. We both froze and I silently prayed for Charlie to go back to bed. The only sound in the dark room was my breathing and the television. Charlie knocked lightly on my door and I swore under my breath. “Yeah?” I called out.

“Can you turn the volume down please? I have to be up early tomorrow. Goodnight, Bells.”

“Okay I will. Goodnight, Dad.”

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You have no reading comprehension and no understanding of tax brackets. The article does NOT say that when you hit 1 billion buckaroos in net worth you get fined 99%. It says that once you're at 1 billion net worth you're going to be taxed for anything more than that, and that only, so if you have a company at 999 million net worth you better start splitting it up and money laundering if you want to keep profiting. A wealth cap of 999 million is not a big imposition by any standards.

You don't seem to understand the context of the article and what Sanders is saying. So it seems the person lacking reading comprehension is you.

Fact of the matter is I fully explained why almost no "Billionaire" on the planet has access to a billion dollars. At all. And the fact is that even looking at modern taxes, the Top 5% pay almost 80% + of the taxes in this country. Likely the percentage is higher. And they end up paying it, "Depending on where they live" on money they don't have.

THAT "MONEY" doesn't exist. It's called unrealized gains. Meaning you are actually "fined" on my that potentially exists at any point in time.

And to your last point, it's not a wealth cap. It's a "You are not allowed to grow past this point" imposed by the government. Which last time I checked isn't a good thing. Maybe you need to do a little more reading yourself. Bernie is a moron who's complimented regimes that have committed mass murder of their populaces. Including the USSR. He's even praised bread lines. It would not shock me at all if he said what he said as stupid as it was.

And the reason why it was stupid is because the people making that money are not "living off 999,000,000 dollars". 80% of that money is speculative at best. Which if you had read what I wrote rather than skipping 80% of it after I criticized your lord and savior Millionaire Sanders, You'd have retorted with something other than what you did. My entire point to the post was that what he said was not only stupid but made no sense at all. More so given the difference between liquid assets and solid assets. And given inflation, those things don't have absolute values. A Dollar is always worth a dollar but the buying power behind it isn't always the same. Unrealized gains is actually worse because your company could be worth $500B one day and then $2B a month from now. And you get charged PERSONAL taxes based on the 500? That's F*cked.

And again. Where does that money go? The government. The people who continue to enrich themselves off of our division, and people like you's stupidity.

And here's the thing. ASSUME for a second that I agreed with the idea of eat the rich, (A talking point made by morons that don't understand economics at all), Who get's that money exactly?

Ukraine? Pakistan? Brazil? China? Joe and Hunter Biden? Mitch McConnel? Faucci? Organizations giving monkeys hard drugs? Banks that keep screwing up their own finances? The CIA so they can lose Billions more through "Accounting errors"? Charities that don't do anything other than enrich themselves?

If I had to pick, I'd say let the rich guy keep his money because he's likely to either spend it, or reinvest it in other places, or start new businesses that will give people jobs that NEED jobs. I'd love that over Nancy Pelosi's husband and her profiting more off insider trading frankly.

You need to do that math and look into all of this logically. Because fact is one of the last things I mentioned is that Tax laws here could well make it so those people want to leave the US. Meaning that a lot of the money they spend here goes with them. And other countries that have lax tax laws WILL not change those laws because they want the rich living there. Because it brings more money into their countries. Why do you think states give some businesses tax breaks to set up shop? That exact reason. It bring money into the state.

Besides. It's always super well off people that scream eat the rich and a lot of the time they are the rich. The only difference? They only say it. And ONLY mean people more well off than them. 30K a year is rich to a person who lives in some places in Africa and South America. Should we eat those "rich". What about movie stars? Athletes? Doctors? Lawyers? Politicians? Business owners? And why do we cut off where we do? Or are most of these ok because they are attainable and like Hasan Piker it's not about eating the rich. It's about becoming rich, and then pretending anyone that makes more than you are able to should be eaten?

What you suffer from is jealousy. And lack of understanding. And it is plain as day.

@capitalism-and-analytics can you please weigh in on this.

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Allow me to introduce myself!

My name is Ian, and I've been here a couple months now, so I probably should have done this sooner, but here's my intro post!

About Me

My name is Ian (what a shocker, I know)

I am 20 years old

I use any pronouns (though I am partial to non-masc ones despite my tragically AMAB nature)

I am a disaster bisexual

I am a dumbass

Some of my favorite things :)

Books

Riordanverse 🔱

The Harry Potter Series (if JKR didn't screw it up so badly with insensitive tropes and being a transphobe) 🪄

The Menagerie Series 🦄

DC Comics (especially Nightwing and Wayne Family Adventures) 🦸🏻‍♂️

Heartstopper 🏳️‍🌈

Wikipedia™ rabbit trails 💻

This one specific TLoZ fanfic called Skyward Sword: Saxophone AU 🎷

Music

AJR 🎹

Paramore 🦋

My Chemical Romance 💀

Taylor Swift 🎸

Fall Out Boy 🐑

Daisy The Great 🪞

Sasha Alex Sloan 🥲

Garfunkel and Oates 👩🏼‍🤝‍👩🏻

Twenty One Pilots 👨🏻‍✈️

Hamilton ⭐

Dear Evan Hansen (questionable handling of mental health issues but goddamn it has a ton of bops) 🪟

Ben Platt 🤵

Lady Gaga 💃🏻

Imagine Dragons 🐉

Dodie Clark 🌻

A lot of TV show theme songs apparently 📽️

Games

DUNGEONS AND DRAGONS FIRST AND FOREMOST 🎲

Minecraft ⛏️

The Legend of Zelda (especially Twilight Princess, Majora's Mask, Skyward Sword, and Breath of the Wild, the only ones I've committed a genuine amount of time to) 🧝🏼‍♂️

Dust: An Elysian Tail (this game never got enough attention) 🗡️

Pokémon 🐀

Mario Kart 🏎️

Kirby's Epic Yarn 🧶

Movies

Wonder Woman ⚔️

Spider-Man: Into The Spider-Verse 🕸️

The Lego Batman Movie 🦇

The Fault In Our Stars 💔

tick, tick...boom! 🎹

Ponyo 🐟

Avengers: Infinity War 🌌

Captain Marvel 🌟

Megamind 🧠

Onward 🚐

Tangled 💇🏼‍♀️

Spaceballs 🚀

Honorable mentions:

Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: The Movie 🐢

The Emperor's New Groove 🦙

The Mitchells vs. the Machines 🤖

Black Panther 🐈‍⬛

Rogue One: A Star Wars Story 🌑

Guardians of the Galaxy: Vol. 3 🦝

Moana 🌊

(Order not exactly concrete)

Shows

The Owl House 🦉

The Last Of Us 🍄

Gravity Falls 🌲

The Legend of Vox Machina 🏰

Helluva Boss 😈

Young Justice 🥷🏼

Arcane 🧁

Good Omens 😈

Inside Job 🥼

Dead End: Paranormal Park 🎢

Amphibia 🐸

Heartstopper 🌈

Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles 🐢

Parks and Recreation 🏞️

Steven Universe (Future is overhated) ⭐

Avatar: The Last Airbender 💨

Stranger Things 🚵🏻

X-Men: Evolution ❎

I have several more, these are just what my top ones are

Others

Podcasts: The Adventure Zone (favorite arc: Amnesty) 🪓🌂📕, Welcome To Night Vale 👁️🌵🐈‍⬛

Animals: Cats, bats, owls, and dogs 🐈🦇🦉🐕

Colors: Purple and sea foam green

Characters: Luz Noceda, Dick Grayson (Nightwing), Ellie Williams, Piotr Rasputin (Colossus), Hunter (TOH), Kamala Khan (Ms Marvel), Wendy Corduroy, Magnus Chase, Raphael Hamato, Link AND Zelda, and Reagan Ridley

Foods: Waffles, tacos, any pasta with alfredo, cheesecake, mint chocolate chip ice cream, and nanimo bars

Activities: Drawing, singing, ukulele/piano, sharing every single piece of my personal information online (as shown above), freaking out over common interests, being silly

Epilogue

I am steadfastly unapologetic for the too much information I have put on here (which goes against my nature as a half-Canadian)

Just kidding. I am so sorry.

Anyways, I hope you had a great time meeting me! I hope I'm cool or something like that :)

#introducing myself #how much is too much #because i am not very good at things #please don't hurt me #if you or a loved one did NOT have a good time meeting me you may be entitled to financial compensation #i am so sorry #why am i apologizing so much #i want food #pinned intro #intro post

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