#this is mostly just a note to myself to gif these occasions so people can see what i mean

[avengerscompound]

The Tower - The Science Conference

The Tower - The Science Conference

Series Masterlist

Pairing:  Avengers x OFC, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)

Word Count: 2535

Warnings:  smut (MMF bisexual threesome, triple penetration)

Synopsis:  Tony and Bruce attend a Science Conference to support Elise.  After her lecture they have their very own private conference.

Author’s Note: Requested by K-Destiiny on Wattpad. You can send in your requests too.

The Science Conference

This take place just after The Tower and before the Holiday Special.

Fear of public speaking has long been said to rate higher than any other fear.  Above spiders, incursions from outer space, even death.  As I stood at the podium in front of a crowd of mostly strangers staring up at me - I could see why.

It was stupid really.  With everything I’d been through in my life, you’d think standing up and giving a lecture on spontaneous mutation would have been a cakewalk.  I’d run away from home at seventeen and put myself through college.  I dated not one but two ex-Russian assassins.  I’d been kidnapped and held hostage - and on one occasion I’d infiltrated a HYDRA base and helped take it down.

Yet here I was, standing in front of a full room, just talking about something I had been studying for years, and my heart was hammering so hard that I think I might have been speaking a little too loud just so I could hear myself over it.

In the sea of faces in front of me, most of whom I didn’t know, there were two that I knew very well right at the front, beaming up at me like I was giving a lecture on how I’d personally hung the stars in the sky.

I’d been invited to talk at a Theoretical Evolutionary Genetics at Berkley.  Bruce was speaking soon, and Tony had tagged along out of interest's sake.  At least that’s what he’d said.  I felt like there was some pride in the fact that this was my first big conference lecture, and he wanted to be there for it.

I was glad they were there.  For starters, looking down and seeing them both beaming up at me, had a calming effect.  It wasn’t just that though.  I didn’t get to go out with them very often.  We didn’t date the way most people did and this was an actual trip together to San Francisco.  We were staying in a hotel and going out to dinner together.  We were even going to take a couple of days to do touristy things, despite Tony’s objections.  It was nice seeing them getting recognition for things outside of Avengers stuff too.  Tony did draw attention even here, but it was Bruce who was the star of the show.  Everyone wanted to talk to him, and I loved getting to see that.

Most of all, it felt so fucking good to have two people there to support me like this.  I’d never had that before, and now we were out as being in a relationship, I got to experience something so many people just took for granted.

I finished my lecture to a round of applause and after answering some questions, the room started to empty.  I collected my things and came down to where Tony and Bruce were waiting for me.  They each kissed me and Tony ran his hands down my arms. “That was so great.  I’m dating a genius here,” Tony said.

“Tony, you’ve already heard my lecture.  Every version of it.  Multiple times,” I said, as I took his hand.

“I know,” he said.  “But it’s like I learn something new every time.”

I couldn’t help but laugh.  “Liar.”

“Alright, come on.  Let’s go back to the hotel and change and I’ll take you both out to celebrate a successful presentation,” Tony said.

“I hope you do the same for Bruce tomorrow.  He is the keynote speaker,” I said.

“Oh definitely,” he agreed.  “I have reservations for the best restaurant in the city.”

Bruce blushed softly and shook his head. “You say things like that and I don’t know if you’re joking or not.”

Tony clapped him on the shoulder and wrapped his arm around him. “I wouldn’t joke about that!  Atelier Crenn.  It has three Michelin Stars.  You have to book a year in advance.  Well - if you’re not me.”

“Tony,” Bruce said.  “We don’t have to do anything fancy.”

“I know that,” he said.  “But we’re going to.  You’re worth fawning over too, Brucie Bear.”

That just made Bruce blush more.

The three of us made our way back to the hotel and I started to strip off the grey pantsuit that I'd worn for the lecture.

“What was it you wanted to do while we were here?” Tony asked as he hung up his jacket.

“I wanted to go to Alcatraz.  I wanted to see the sea lions at pier 39 and ride on that big double-decker carousel.  I want to drive past the painted ladies.  Oh - I want to go to the Winchester Mansion,” I said, listing the main things on the list.  We didn’t have a lot of time, but it was better to say what I wanted and run out of time than to risk not even attempt to do them.

Tony groaned and rolled his eyes dramatically.  “Such a tourist…”

“Oh!” I said as I wriggled out of my pants.  “If we had time I’d like to drive down to Santa Cruz.  That’s where they filmed The Lost Boys.”

“We might need to pass on that one, Santa Cruz, Alcatraz, and the Winchester Mansion are full days and we only have a couple to spare,” Bruce said.  He was already down to his boxers and seemed to be deciding what to do next.  “Besides, I’ve seen The Lost Boys and you’ll be wanting to go to the amusement park, and no offense, but I don’t think Hulk will let me ride a rollercoaster.”

“I’ll ride the rollercoaster with Hulk then,” I said and tossed my bra aside.

He looked me up and down as he walked over, wrapping his arms around my waist.  “Hulk thinks he’d rather stay here with you like this.”

“Just the Hulk?” I asked. 

“No,” he said, as he leaned in toward me.  “Not just the Hulk.”

He brought his lips to mine and I wrapped my arms around her neck and ran my hands up into his curls.

“Maybe we can drive out past the painted ladies tonight and go see the sea lions.  I’m pretty sure we can find somewhere to eat there,” Tony said as Bruce and I kissed.

I broke the kiss and Bruce’s lips trailed down to my neck.  I tilted my head back and curled my fingers into his hair.  “We can go to the Hard Rock Cafe,” I joked.

“No we can’t,” Tony countered.  “but I'm sure there will be somewhere we can eat that isn't tacky.”

I started giggling and Bruce guided me back onto the bed.  He looked over at Tony as I crawled into the middle of the king-sized mattress.  “Are you just going to stand there making dinner plans or do you want to join us?”

Tony froze in place and stared at us for a moment.  “Oh yes.  Right.  Private Science Conference.”

He hop-stepped over to us as he shook off his pants and underwear in one go, and dove onto the mattress beside us.  “So what are we doing here?”

“Come on, Tony,” I teased.  “Do we need to have the birds and the bees talk again?”

He laughed and guided my chin back so that I was looking at him.  “Smart ass,” he teased and kissed me.  I kissed back slowly and deeply, and Bruce kissed down my neck to my breasts, pulling one of my nipples into his mouth.  I moaned into the kiss and tugged on Bruce’s hair.

When Bruce pulled back, Tony broke the kiss with me and leaned over to kiss Bruce.  For a moment I was just the filling in their sandwich.  I watched them as I began to stroke their already hardening cocks.  When they were hard in my hands, I wiggled down to the end of the bed and began to suck on both their cocks, moving from one to the other and back again.  They rutted their hips and moaned, and with each thrust, they got closer to each other.  I moved so they could press up against each other with their cocks touching, and I wrapped my hand around them both.

Both men broke the kiss and looked at me.  “Whatcha doing, honey?” Tony asked.

“Just - go back to kissing.  I like that,” I said.

“Me too,” Bruce agreed.

Tony started laughing and began kissing Bruce again.  He looked so cute kissing the other man while his eyes were closed but crinkled at the corners.  I watched them for a little as I pumped my fist up and down the length of their shafts.  When Tony lost himself fully to the moment, I dropped my head down, opened my mouth wide, and began to suck the heads of both their cocks.

I had done this before, with bigger men than Tony and Bruce, but it still wasn’t easy.  It put a strain on my jaw and was difficult to get the angle right.  I couldn’t take them far, only just a little further than just their heads, but they both reacted exactly how I wanted them to.  Each man moaned, and Tony’s hips jerked forward.  Bruce trembled and his hand went to my hair, his fingers flexing as his legs shook.  I bobbed my head up and down as best I could, moaning and drooling down their shafts.  Precome began to leak from the tips and mixed with my saliva so it fell from my lips.  I moaned around them and dug my fingers into their thighs.

“El… El, honey,” Bruce moaned, breaking the kiss with Tony.  “I can’t… please.”

I pulled back and crawled back up, so I was straddling his hips and looking down at him.  He was taking slow, uneven breaths, and his pupils were blown out, with a slightly wild panicked look.  I pushed my fingers into his hair and massaged his scalp.

“Is he right there?” I asked.

He nodded.  “Just - that was a lot.”

“I trust you both, B,” I said.  “I know he won’t take over because I know he loves me and doesn’t want to hurt me.  But what can I do for you?”

“I just want to …” he rolled his hips and his cock rubbed against my soaking cunt.  He moaned and bucked up under me.

I took hold of his shaft and raised myself up, hovering over it.  “This?” I asked

He pushed up, the head of his cock penetrating me and he grabbed my hips and pulled me down on it.  I gasped and squeezed around him.

Tony moved behind us.  “What if I fuck you, while Elly rides you?” Tony asked.

Bruce shook his head and groaned.  The sound came out in stereo, both him and Hulk at the same time. “That’s too much.  Still getting used to more than one of you at a time.”

“That's okay, Bear,” Tony said.  “What about we both fuck her at the same time. You'd love that, wouldn't you, Elly?”

“Mm-hmm,” I hummed, sitting back against Tony and swirling my hips.  Tony ran his arms around my rib cage and cupped my breasts, and for a moment, Bruce didn't say anything.  He just lay there staring up at me through lust-blown eyes.  A ring of iridescent green had started to glow around the small line of brown visible in his irises.  Hulk was well and truly part of this too, and we needed to carefully balance things.  I trusted Hulk to not want to hurt me, but if Bruce got too excited, he could slip by accident.

Bruce squeezed his eyes closed and took three deep breaths.  When he opened them again he looked calmer.  He nodded. “Yeah.  Both of us.”

I rolled my hips on his lap, and took his hands, putting them on my breasts with Tony’s.  He gazed up at me as I moved in a slow figure of eight and Tony kissed my neck.  His chest was slowly rising and falling but he looked a lot calmer than he had a moment ago.

Tony pulled away and went to the side table and fished out the lube we’d hidden there.  When he returned, I pushed myself down flush with Bruce and nuzzled into his neck.  Bruce wrapped his arms around me and slowly smoothed his palms up and down my back.  Tony squeezed lube onto my ass and generously slicked his cock.  He pressed the head against my asshole and pushed in slowly.

I moaned and pressed my face into Bruce’s neck.  I breathed deep, willing myself to relax through the burn in my ass and the overly full feeling.  This wasn’t new to me, but it still took a moment to adjust.

I started to move between them, shifting up and down on their cocks.  They took the lead, each thrusting up into me.  As the burn and the pain of them both fucking me faded back and pleasure started to take over, I pushed myself up so that I could look down at Bruce.

“Feel good, B?” I breathed.

“Mm-hmm,” he hummed.  “So good.  It always does, El.  God, I can feel Tony.”

Tony groaned behind me and braced a hand on my shoulder. “I love feeling you through her, Bear,” he groaned.  “Fuck… Love being inside you, El.”

I leaned back against Tony and tilted my head.  His hand went to my jaw and we kissed.

As we did, Bruce pushed himself up and began to suckle on my breasts.  Moving from one to the other and back again.  My nipples hardened and an ache spread through them, blending with the warm current that was flowing up from my core.  My moans easily drowned out the soft grunts and choked sounds Tony and Bruce were making.  I felt like an overwound spring, ready to snap.  I broke the kiss with Tony and began to kiss Bruce.  Tony’s hand moved into my hair, and he pulled on it.  The sharp tug on my scalp was enough to send me spiraling over.  I cried out and clenched up around them both, my whole body trembling with it.

Bruce groaned and arched his back.  He squeezed his eyes tight, and he shuddered under me.  When he opened his eyes again, they flashed green, and with a roar, he shoved up into me and came.

Tony kept thrusting.  I kept rocking my hips, squeezing around Bruce’s pulsing cock.  “Fuck, Tony, please,” I begged.  “I want to feel you.  I want your come inside me.  Please.”

Tony grunted and jerked forward as his orgasm hit and came inside me. “Fuck, El,” he moaned.  “Such a dirty mouth.”

“It’s not that dirty,” I argued. “I bet you’ve heard worse.”

He laughed as he pulled out of me.  “You’re probably right.”  He sat at the edge of the bed, breathing heavily as I lay down on Bruce.  Bruce hummed and trailed his fingers up and down my back as I slowly came down from my orgasm high.

After a little bit, Tony gave my ass a playful swat.  “Alright, come on, you two.  We need a shower after that.  We have places to be.”

I laughed and climbed off Bruce, and we followed Tony into the bathroom so we could wash up to go out.

~ END ~ 

#the avengers #steve rogers #bucky barnes #tony stark #natasha romanoff #bruce banner #clint barton #wanda maximoff #sam wilson #avengers fanfic #avengers x oc #steve rogers x oc #bucky barnes x oc #tony stark x oc #stucky #clintasha #natasha romanoff x oc #wanda maximoff x oc #clint barton x oc #bruce banner x oc #sam wilson x oc #all caps #thor x oc #thor #fanfic #fanfiction #smut #the tower

[witchthewriter]

Hello! Could I request a level 5 ship?

Fandoms:

- Peaky Blinders

- Stranger Things

- The Walking Dead

Sexuality: Demisexual (Hetero-romantic)

Pronouns: She/Her

Signs: Leo Sun, Cancer Moon, Capricorn Rising

Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw

Love Language:

- Quality Time. This is my go-to love language.

- Acts of Second. Very close second.

Traits:

- Imaginative. And can get lost in my own thoughts and imagination.

- Introspective

- Avoidant but insightful

- Fantastical. Which is a nice way of calling myself strange.

- Loyal. It may take a while to earn my trust but once you do I am a ride or die completely.

- I do have a fear of rejection

- Organised

- Passive

- Withdrawn

- Detail oriented.

- Intellectual

- Rebellious

- Can be an isolationist but mostly because I know isolating myself is safe.

- I do have a playful and sarcastic side that is reserved for the people I truly trust.

- I have, on several occasions, been called an old soul.

- I walk the line between idealistic and realistic. Sometimes it seems like I have a foot planted firmly on either side.

My Brain/Conditions:

- Autism (I don't have an official diagnosis, but I did take a screening and my results came back that if I did go in for a diagnosis I would get diagnosed as autistic)

- OCD (checking and intrusive thoughts)

- Prone to migraines

Fashion: Romantic Academia

Preferred Interior Design: Minimalist/Hygge

Hobbies:

- Writing (mostly fanfiction - most of it is on different accounts)

- Travelling

- Photography

- Nature Walks

Other:

- My favorite color is dusty blue

- I love working with animals and have 3 cats. A torbie named Mewlius Caesar, A black domestic shorthair named Bard, and a magpie/piebald shorthair named Dave. I also have a Reeves turtle named Keanu.

- I love leather-bound books

Want one? Here be the rules 🦋🌈

𝐏𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬

𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

I ship you with Arthur Shelby. You two would be a great match as he would literally beat all your problems away. If anyone had an issue with you, he would ... well, he'd completely decimate them honestly.

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

・Whenever he asks you about your day, he makes sure to note if you have any problems. Because he will always sort them out for you

・Calls you 'darling' and 'sweetheart'

・Likes when you make him a cup of tea when he comes home from a tough day

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈:

▪️ 'I'd Rather Go Blind' by Etta James

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆:

▪️ Emotionally Unstable x Also Emotionally Unstable But Tries To Hide It

𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢

Arthur likes how imaginative you are, and how kind your heart is. You always take him and his feelings into account and he's so thankful of that.

𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑

Would be Ada, and Polly. The Shelby women are very close and are practically ride or die. So when they accept you, they fully accept you.

𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

I ship you with Eddie Munson! I think he would be a great match for you because of his loud nature. Opposites would really attract in this situation. Where you're quiet, he's loud and talkative. He would love raving on about DnD to you, what's happening in Hellfire and the like.

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

・Loves your writing and has asked you if you'd like to write something for the campaign he's doing in Hellfire

・You'd be best friends at first, and then your relationship became romantic. He adores your point of view

・Calls you 'sweetheart'

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈:

▪️ The Immigrant Song by Led Zepplin

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔:

▪️ Dumbass x Oh God I Guess That’s My Dumbass

𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢

Loves your mind. He constantly asks you for your opinion, because it's so different than anyone else's.

𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑

Would DEFINITELY WITHOUT A DOUBT, be Robin. She would understand you and your feelings on a deeper level. She would be happy staying inside and watching tv, or going out and doing literally whatever you want. She's just happy to be in your company.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝

𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

I ship you with Daryl Dixon! I think this match-up would be the most natural. I think Daryl is on the spectrum as well, and that makes relationships a bit hard for him (as he doesn't know he's on the spectrum.) With you, he feels seen, he feels heard.

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

・Likes to take you on walks in the woods, always with Dog, who absolutely adores you

・He loves homecooked meals and always makes them for you

・And you ALWAYS feel safe with Daryl. He's your rock, the person you can always turn to

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈:

▪️ Sweet Carolina by Lana Del Rey

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔:

▪️ Curious and Wide-Eyed x Has Seen Everything, Thinks It’s Cute

𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢

He likes that he doesn't have to make so much conversation, that he doesn't have to force things to happen. Everything is so nature between the two of you.

𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑

Your best friend is Rosita. She practically took you under her wing and showed you how to defend yourself. She sees you as a sister and would do anything for you. Her daughter calls you "Aunty"

#match ups #ships

[thepaddedamby]

It's Been nearly Seven years now.

Holy shit do we have a fuck ton of things to talk about here.

Where the hell did you go???

So, this has a short answer, and it has a long answer. The short version is that I just migrated away from the site. I pursued other goals I had, and I migrated away from Tumblr. Simple as that. Though this isn't exactly the full story.

After the rest and I of the Tumblr group had created the Red Light Room, we have to go on a hiatus due to lack of content and the growing discourse between myself and two other members of the group. This had lead to a post that was made about what would happen to the stream moving forward. We asked for requests of games and other topics we could use for future podcasts. Well, I'm sure you can probably guess how everything went. We got absolutely nothing. After a few months of waiting for something to appear, we had gotten nothing and decided to just leave it be. Dahlia, Midnight and Lusties Pleasures had all left Tumblr. I had left shorty after I never really looked back to this site in the slightest.

So, What happened after that?

Nothing much honestly, After I had left in 2017, I had a few big changes happen in my life. Some very good and some very bad. We'll get to all those in a moment. After I had left Tumblr, I had moved over to twitter for a short time before dropping out of any public eye for a long while. And while Amber's Padded Palace had vanished, the person in control of it did not.

In late 2018, I had started to date someone that would eventually propose to me just two years ago. Oddly enough, you all called it. Midnight and I had started dating. I was invited to move from my state and live with him, Lusties Tavern, and Lusties Pleasures. I of course had agreed and moved in with them. This was in early 2019. From there I had lived with them all for about two years. More on that in a moment.

What happened with The Red Light Group?

NOT GOOD THINGS! So, this one is a bit of a long one so I'll try and put what I mostly remember so bear with me. So everything had started about six months after I had moved in with the group. Any personality that Tavern and Pleasures had shown had melted away, leaving me dealing with almost completely different people. People who were inconsiderate, lazy, gaslighting, Manipulative and all together scum of people. This is the absolute hell I had to live through for about two years.

The issues had started with Pleasures. What I thought was a general cool dude had turned into a homophobic, self-absorbed, Toxic, "Man's man" (Very Toxic Masculinity.) Every little thing that had broken down in the house, it was automatically my fault. Internet goes out? My fault. T.V. Busted? My fault. Everything was placed on me. Everything had to be controlled by him, the location of the router, who the "bread winner" was, etc. We had butt heads a good amount of times over the two years, never in a good way. He had to right on every occasion, the end.

Then there was Dahlia. If your conversation was not on her, then there was a problem. Sad scene in a movie? Loudly announce that "I'm not going to cry." Tragedy in your life? Loudly announce "Well my brother died a few years back let's all talk about this instead." and proceed to cry crocodile tears. Suggest a small change in plans then? "Oh...Okay then...Thats fine" The loudly sigh and mope. Everything as stated earlier needed to be about her. If not? There was going to be a problem.

Problems had kept going through the house for the better part of two years. Though everything had changed in august 2021. Midnight and I had arrived home from a vacation to California to see my parents. Though when we had boarded the plane to go back to Texas, we had gotten a message in the shared roommate chat on discord. They had said that we were horrible people, and they were moving out. in this note they had also accused me of being an abusive Boyfriend to Midnight and Midnight had been a pathetic shell of a man. Of course, there was a lot of anger over this but somehow, Midnight and I moved on.

What happened after they left?

Midnight and I moved on. Plain and simple. over the next few days that they had moved out, they had proceeded to turn every mutual friend against us and gloat about it. Mentally it had started to hit us but as we had found out, we didn't need them. Life had already started to get better. We had moved from the shit hole we lived in, gotten better jobs and became engaged. What happened to them? As we have heard, everyone has started to turn on them. Though do we care? Not in the slightest. Karma is a bitch.

So what now? Why this post?

Well, this post was something I had needed to get off my chest for a while now. I wanted to come back to Tumblr for promotion stuff to hopefully post new Fic's I'm working on and hopefully post new journeys I'm starting. If this post swayed some former opinions, then that's awesome! I won't be focusing what I used to do on this blog, everything will be original content along with a few posts about my padded life in general. Plain and simple. With that, I'll be posting links to my other accounts to keep anyone interested up to date. I honestly hope you enjoy what's coming up and Stay Padded my Friends!

#Thepaddedamby #where have you been #update

[plush-tigre5s]

TMNT HC: How the guys make you laugh

Inspired by this post.

❤️🐢🧡🐢💜🐢💙🐢❤️🐢🧡🐢💜🐢💙🐢❤️🐢

Michaelangelo

•Easily the most naturally entertaining of his brothers

• 🎵Girls like you, should run around with guys like me.🎶

•Probably took a stab at stand up comedy once he found out it was a solid approach to helping his future bae fall for him

•He still performs pieces for you when you ask much to his brothers dismay

•👑King of Puns👑

•Mikey:*rubbing Donnie’s magnets all over himself while making intense eye contact with you*. Y/n: What are you doing? Mikey: Making myself more attractive for you, Angel Cakes.

•So. Many. Impersonations. Which has gotten him into more than a little trouble on many occasions.

•Like that one time you talked him into impersonating Leo on the phone to April so you guys could get pizza while Leo was training… you all ended up in the hashi for that prank. #worthit tho

🐢🧡🐢🧡🐢🧡🐢🧡🐢🧡🐢🧡🐢🧡🐢🧡🐢🧡

Donatello

•Donatello is ✨The Reason TM✨ Mickey’s pun game is so strong.

•Y/N: *enters the room* Donatello: Guys, I think I just discovered the real cause of global warming.

•A lot of what makes him funny is his sarcasm.

Mikey: 🎶Dontcha wish your boyfriend was hot like me🎵

Donnie: Save your breath, Mikey. You’ll need it to blow up your date.

You have often noted that he doesn’t need to use a blade with a tongue as sharp as he possesses.

•Absolute snark master

•Hidden dark humor. You only get to see this side of him when his guard is down in his lab.

•Do NOT get into a crack match with this one… he WILL come for your neck and not in a way you like

•Case and point that one time he dragged Raph for taking so long in the bathroom when he doesn’t even have hair and you almost spewed water out of your nose.

“But seriously how long does it take to tie a bandana? I mean really…”

•👑King of Clapbacks👑

🐢💜🐢💜🐢💜🐢💜🐢💜🐢💜🐢💜🐢💜🐢💜

Leonardo

•👑King of Snark👑

•And let me tell you he EARNED that crown. With 3 brothers and a penchant for control it was the most efficient tool of the comedic arsenal for him to wield.

•Leo and Donnie share the same sense of dark humor except when Leo says it you’re not exactly sure he’s joking though it is still funny

• As a result he tends to make you crack up the most when he’s ranting to you. Sometimes he slides the most snide remarks about people that are so true you can’t help but laugh out loud.

• Leo is ✨The Reason TM ✨Donnie is so good at clapbacks. His tongue is almost as sharp as his blades. It’s hard to say he knows nothing about feelings when he can cut them to ribbons with such ease.

•For the most part though when’s he’s TRYING to get you to laugh it’s very subtle. Mostly secretly sharing “faces” across the room as the others talk.

•Mikey:🎶Look at this photograph. Every time I do it makes me laugh🎵. Y/N and Leo: >.>’ <.<‘

•Or making gestures during a movie referencing an inside joke from a conversation spoken WEEKS ago.

•He’s a load of laughs… until the subject is you…

🐢💙🐢💙🐢💙🐢💙🐢💙🐢💙🐢💙🐢💙🐢💙

Raphael

•👑King of Cornball👑

•This man is above nothing when it comes to making you laugh

•He’s done it ALL

•That spoon on the nose thing? Watching him fail at it a million times for lack of an actual nose was top tier entertainment.

•Mikey:*starts singing Fireball by Pitbull*. Y/N: *shakes head giggling at Mikey’s antics*. Raph: *Not about to be out done by his baby bro jumps in at the chorus* Y/N: *next thing they knows they’re the focal point of an impromptu musical number*

•Weird tongue tricks

•One time he walked on his sai’s imitating women in heels as you both mocked what counted as high fashion while watching some awards show.

• Booping fights. That turn into tickle matches. That resort in the loss of a lot of breath and more socks than you care to count. This is his FAVORITE way to make you laugh.

•Y/n *texting*: ok I’ll call you later. Raph*texting back*: Don’t call me later. Call me Daddy. Y/N: You’d be cute if you weren’t so corny 🤣🤣🤣 Raph: You being cute is making me 👹y. Y/N: Oh my gawd 🤣🤣🤣 Raph pls Raph: Please? Ya know I like it when ya beg. 😏

🐢❤️🐢❤️🐢❤️🐢❤️🐢❤️🐢❤️🐢❤️🐢❤️🐢❤️

Bonus Musical Number:

Mikey:🎵Callin’ out around the world. Are you ready for a brand new beat. Summers here and the time is right. For dancing in the street.🎶. Raph:🎵Their dancing in Chicago🎶. Mikey: 🎶Down in New Orleans🎵. Donnie: 🎶In New York City!!!🎵. Leo: 🎵All we need is music, sweet music. There’ll be music Everywhere 🎶

#tmnt #tmnt donatello #tmnt raphael #plush-tigre5s #tmnt imagines #tmnt leonardo #tmnt fluff #tmnt donnie #tmnt leo #tmnt raph #tmnt drabble #raphael #tmnt bayverse #fluff #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt donatello x reader #tmnt leo x reader #tmnt raph x reader #tmnt mikey x reader #tmnt mikey #tmnt x reader

[laur-rants]

seeing your markiposting for ISWM has finally given me that kick to go binge the other series as well and I'm VERY EXCITED, BUT! is there a certain order to watch them in, are there any guides for how to proceed through them (if that makes sense)?

Hi! I would love to! I'm taking a break from work to eat some dinner, so I thought I would sit down and see if I can't help you out the best I can. I took myself through all of Mark's creative ventures on my own, and successfully took a friend through too, in a way that I think makes everything best make sense. Now there's a couple of ways to go about it that I can give you: there's the chronological order of events, and also what I call the 'Lore Route' which is to say, this is the best way to watch everything and have it more easily click mentally.

NOTE: Just as an aside before we start, you CAN start with Space, right now, if you want to. It's not really directly linked to anything .... at this time. Anyone can enjoy Space, and they should! It's really great! But I think to get the full effect of not only Mark's characters, but how far he has come as a creator in his own right, the other endeavors should be appreciated first.

And if you do choose to watch all the stuff below first, TAKE YOUR TIME. You have plenty of time. Space part 2 doesn't release until May 2nd. So if anything is long, take a break! come back to it. No need to consume it in a day, you got time, baby.

ANYWAY!

Here's my preferred method of watching (pertinent to Space) Markiplier's Cinematic Universe:

-A Date with Markiplier (12 endings) -- I have people start with this because it gives you a taste of what Mark... does. This was his first foray into the first person interactive experience, where the Viewer is, actually, a character and a starring role in his stories. It shows where he's been, and how far he's come since then. It's also just, silly and fun and a little spooky. It's very Mark. It's a good thing to dip the toes into.

OR

-A Heist with Markiplier (31 endings, not all are important, but they are fun and there are plenty of guides out there) -- Heist is a LOT of fun. It's what I watched first and it actually plummetted me down the pipeline because I was like 'WOW! Mark has all this thought out really well! And what is that referencing? And this? I want to know' and wow I really learned! Heist was, at the time, Mark's Magnum Opus (I think Space is actually that now). It's really well made, he's very proud of it, and through dedicated tracking of routes, I finished it in about a day. I would tell someone to take their time, and back track slowly, and you'll find the endings that are important. Also a tried true clue in any of his interactives is to look at the video length. and choose that way haha. But yeah! Good luck~

-Who Killed Markiplier 1-4 -- THIS IS WHERE IT ALL ACTUALLY BEGINS. All the story, all the characters... even yours! Who Killed Markiplier is older, and I dont think Mark had perfected his story-telling skills at the time, so things at the end may be a bit jumbled. It's okay. Typically look no further than the youtube comments on the 4th vid. Or ask me! I know it pretty well whats going on by this point, I can steer folks in the right direction. The point is, the community has had years to piece it together, so its mostly all sorted out.

-Wilford 'MotherLoving' Warfstache -- Direct follow-up to Who Killed Markiplier, and is conveniently in the WKM playlist. This is personally one of my favorite things Mark has ever done; I rewatch it on occasion for inspiration. Also the acting is just... chef's kiss. Phenomenal. Definitely worth it, if only for Mick Lauer and feels.

-Damien -- This is an animated piece that Mark got a game studio to help him with! It also takes place right after WKM, and around the same 'time' as Wilford Motherloving Warfstache. It covers his character Damien, who I personally have a very very large soft spot for. You could even say he's my favorite. uwu

-The Warfstache Automated Interview Automaton -- This is a very short interactive dealing with Warfstache creating an automaton to conduct his interviews with, because he cant' be everywhere at once. My biggest advice; just pick the longer videos until you get to the end, otherwise the only other option is death. At the end, choose either ending you prefer. It's here because it's feelsy.

[Some fun extras that arent required also include]

-Warfstache Interviews Markiplier

-Markiplier TV

-Wilford 'MOTHERLOVING' Warfstache FULL BREAKDOWN

-WHY KILLED MARKIPLIER? (Damien animated short explained)

And I think that's everything.

NOW. IF YOU WANNA DO IT CHRONOLOGICALLY...

That's a little more convoluted because in Mark's universe time is.... weird? And things sometimes happen simultaneously, or in the future, or in the past, or the past is happening during the future... basically time is meaningless.... sometimes. Here is what I think is the best guesstimation of the chronological order of things.

1. Who Killed Markiplier

2. Wilford 'Motherloving' Warfstache

3. Damien

4. Markiplier TV (yes this is real i swear)

5. The WAIA

6. A Heist with Markiplier

7. A Date with Markiplier

AND THAT'S IT!!!

I personally don't recommend the 'chronological' route because everything is kind of confusing that way, but it's there if you wanna do it! I just think Mark's work is best enjoyed from both a story perspective and a creative one, so my route seems to be the best for both worlds. Sometimes, things are not meant to be seen chronologically (and i dont think Mark's stuff is), but people like being chronological so for you guys out there, THERE YOU GO.

I personally, as a creator the same age as Mark, I have a lot of respect for the work he does, and what he chooses to do with his time, his money, and has surrounded himself with a solid team who goes along with his crazy ideas and in doing so, they are making something insanely great. Obviously feel free to enjoy his silly gaming or review videos or whatever else he puts out, but his creative projects should 100% in my opinion not be overlooked, because it's him bringing his stories to life and doing what he actually is passionate about and cares about, and he then offers these ambitious creations to everyone ~*~FOR FREEEE~*~. Which is more than a lot of people can say these days and more than we deserve.

Anyway that's enough of that. Enjoy the videos, have fun, and if you have any questions let me knoooow~! I'll..... do my best to answer, haha, but honestly there are fans out there way more well-read than I am. I think.

#markiplier #iswm #in space with markiplier #a heist with markiplier #who killed markiplier #damien #wilford motherloving warfstache #and everything in between #asks #bluebayard #i hope this wasn't overwhelming. #i sometimes get comprehensive with this stuff #and it turns long winded #oops #slurps noodles

[blackbat05]

Domesticity

A/N: Well, the title says it all I think! This idea randomly came out from me thinking, what would it be like if Rick and reader have dogs? Because I absolutely adore dogs but because my parents aren’t huge fans of having pets at home - because of the responsibilities and mostly having to clean (my parents are really clean people), we don’t have any🥲 And somehow this headcanon spiraled into a domestic one!☺️ Just had to write it down before I forget. Well, enjoy as always! Ya know the drill😄

Genre: PG-13

Warnings: Topics of Rick possibly experiencing PTSD and on a lighter side, tooth rotting fluff. Hints of spicy at the end. 

Note: Remember people! If you want to have a dog, always think about the responsibility first because ultimately dogs deserve a caring and loving home for life! Also I did not explicitly state about Rick’s potential PTSD because I do not want to trivialize it in anyway. Mental health is of utmost importance so if you know anyone who is struggling, please give them support! It’s ok even if your support is just being there for them, they’ll appreciate it❤️

Soft Rick is also a superior Rick.

I think Rick would either have a therapy dog or former army/police dog that were discharged and were looking for new homes.

If it was the latter, I can see him with a German Shepard with thick and glorious golden brown fur which he names Max. Max is a dignified dog at work and with his handler (in this case, it is now Rick) but when at home, all hell breaks loose (in a good way)

You would come back home one day to find prints of mud trailing back to the kitchen. It didn’t take a genius to add two and two together. You walked towards the crime scene, only to find Rick trying to wash Max who was being very playful.

‘Stand down boy! Max- come on be a good boy for daddy - blergh! Max, mommy’s going to kill me if she sees this mess.’

‘Well I would have, but I think I may change my mind.’

Rick and Max turns at the same time towards you, Max barking happily. If it wasn’t for Rick’s strength, you would have been tackled by a soapy dog just wanting to lick his owner.

‘I swear to god… sometimes I ask myself whether if he’s your dog or mine.’ Rick jokes as you decide to help him with the mess.

You see, when you first got to know Rick, you had a dog of your own too - a welsh corgi named Sausage. She looks absolutely adorable, scampering around the house with her little legs. Every time you call for her name, you could hear the quick flurry of steps as her paws come into contact with the floor.

Did I forget to mention that Sausage looks like a toasted bread? Yes, ‘toasted bread’ is a nickname that Rick has affectionately given her. One that Sausage has come to love. No matter what you were doing with Sausage, the moment her daddy calls her, she’s off to him for some belly rubs.

‘What is this Sausage? Why are you stealing my man?’

‘I could say the same thing for Max ya know,’ Rick serenely scratches an upside down Sausage’s belly. ‘I say we’re even.’

Okay moving a bit to more serious occasions. Rick is a former SEAL and the leader of Task Force X. He’s bound to see a lot of things that not even humanity could imagine. Tears, blood, death. There’s only so much a man can take.

You were already asleep with Sausage snoozing at the foot of the bed. Max is still awake, keeping a steely eye on the two of you. It seems that old habits never die.

Rick comes back from another mission and all he wants to do is to slide into bed and keep you close. He just saw a child die today. Max sees his figure enter the room and stands to greet him with soft whines.

‘Hey buddy,’ Rick bends down to give Max a hug. He stays like this for a while, tears streaming down his face. Max is a very perceptive dog given his expertise and years in the field. He comes closer, snout buried in the crook of Rick’s neck.

It was times like these where Rick found the encouragement just to move one more step, to do one more thing no matter how mundane it was. Rick knew he could do it because Max was by his side.

Upon washing up, Max dutifully follows him around before preparing to lie down on his own at Rick’s side of the bed. Rick is back home, he’s with you, that’s all that matters.

Rick wakes up in the morning to find the two dogs pouncing onto him. ‘Alright you two! Leave daddy to be!’ And they scrambled off the bed to who knows where. He sees you walking into the room, carrying a tray with toast and orange juice.

How did he get so lucky? It’s probably something that only god would know.

I always dreamed of running with my dog if I had one so I would think that without fail, Rick would take Max out for runs in the morning. No matter what happened the previous day, runs always made Rick focused for the day ahead.

You on the other hand would take Sausage for casual walks so that she doesn’t get too heavy. Her cute appearance causes people, especially little kids to approach her, asking if they could pet her. At this point, people in the neighborhood knows Sausage more than you.

Jumping topic here but if you and Rick are married and trying for kids - I think the dogs would be extremely protective of you (Rick may have a part in this).

As your stomach grows bigger, Sausage and Max take turns plopping their noses on your stomach, with Sausage taking occasional sniffs when your baby kicks.

Fast forward a little, when your baby girl is born, you are put to rest in the beginning while Rick takes care of things. Rick loves this domesticity and he’s not complaining one bit. He never thought he would leave the battlefield but then he met you who had gave him this life.

While he’s making baby Elena’s milk, he appoints Max to look after her, to alert him if Elena is in any trouble while Sausage helps him to take out the trash that involves Elena’s diapers.

When you are physically better, Saturdays are family days. It usually consists of walking in the park and then dinner at whatever place the two of you fancy. It would have to be dog friendly though.

As you guys enter the restaurant, you can’t help but notice some eyes on you all. Mainly it was the wives or girlfriends who were staring at you with envy as Rick had Elena on one arm while looping Max’s leash in the other. And how could they not be envious when Rick was so attentive towards Elena? Elena was truly a daddy’s girl.

When Elena was a little older, she would have this tendency to flop her tiny body on Max and chase Sausage around the entire house. Of course, Rick would be watching with amusement.

‘Elena baby come on, Max is tired.’ He lifts his daughter with one arm, bounding up the stairs to put Elena in for the night.

As you heard Elena’s giggles and his chuckles from the kitchen, once again, you reminded yourself how blessed you were. 

Once the dogs were out of energy and Elena was fast asleep, you retreated back to you room, only to be intercepted by Rick who lifted you up and threw you on the bed gently. 

‘Well someone’s handsy,’ you laughed as he locked the door. 

‘Baby monitor’s fine for now and we don’t want the dogs coming in do we?’ 

You glanced at the wall clock - 1am on a Saturday. A perfect way to start the weekend. 

***

A/N: Ahhhhhhh~ Hope it was ok and thanks for reading! Rick’s fic will based on flufftober will be coming soon! :) 

Tag list: @lacontroller1991 @loverhymeswith @torchbearerkyle

#rick flag x reader fluff #rick flag fluff #rick flag x reader headcanon #rick flag headcanon #the suicide squad #rick flag x reader #rick flag imagine #rick flag

[garbagevanfleet]

Brightest Blue (series)

PART FOURTEEN

Pairing: Josh x reader Warnings: mentions of sexual content, feelings, cigarettes Summary:  Things are changing. New state. New school. New roommate. You just pray things are going to click into place.

Notes: HI EVERYONE! I’m sorry I’m so inconsistent lately. I promise that the next chaptered fic I write, I’ll only start posting it when I’m done writing it. I hope you like this chapter - its incredibly sappy because I’m on my period lol

As always, big thanks to my beta, @lantern-inthenight​ <3

taglist: @valleyd0ll @satingrass-maidensfair @guitarfingers @thebohemianpenguin @peaceisouranthem @oblvions @hansonobsessed @myownparadise96 @anditsmywholeheart @kill-fear-the-power-of-lies @bigblack-catattack​  @dharma-divine​

MASTERPOST

“Remind me again why you want to ride separately from your brother?” You looked pointedly over at Josh, who was smiling as he ran a soapy rag over the plate you’d just finished eating off of. 

“I already have to spend my whole winter break with my family, no need to rob myself of alone time with you,” he explained like it was obvious. 

A huff escaped your lips. You pushed away from where you had been leaning against the counter and wrapped your arms around his neck from behind. You laid your head in between his shoulder blades, feeling him turn to nuzzle his nose against your arm as it laid on his shoulder.  

“We spend so much time together - like every day - which I’m obviously grateful for,” you said, half-muffled by the material of his sweater. “But don’t you think it just makes more sense to carpool?” 

You couldn’t see his hands, but the movements you could feel told you he was wiping the extra water off of them before turning around and pressing your chests together. His lips lightly brushed your temple as he spoke. 

“You’re right,” he agreed, though you knew him well enough to know he wasn’t about to just relent. “It does make more sense - I just don’t want to.”

You let out a breath, frowning as you tried to figure out if you should say what you were thinking. After a moment of working up the courage, you cupped his jaw with your right hand, knowing full well that the sweet gesture would help him swallow the discomfort your words would cause. 

“Josh,” Your voice was low and quiet, but as you met his eyes, you chickened out. They were so honest, looking at you like your presence was the only thing keeping him grounded - like if you left, he’d just cease to exist. You made a mental note to have a talk with him about that at some point, but you decided it would have to be after you’d returned from Christmas break. 

“Hm?” You must have been contemplating too long, prompting his features into a look of concern. You couldn’t bear it. 

“Jake is going to ride with us,” you said decidedly. “I already told him he could.”

That was a bit of a lie - he had mentioned it a few days ago and you had said you’d run it by Josh, but you had just made up his mind for him.

He huffed a laugh as he rolled his eyes playfully at you. “Sounds like you’re already communicating better with my family than I have in months.”

“Well,” you started, giving him a pointed look - the kind you only give when you feel confident that you’re right. “I think that would mean communicating with them at all. Honestly, Josh, I know you-”

You were abruptly silenced as he placed his forefinger across your open lips, a half-smirk on his face. 

“It’s okay,” he assured simply. “He can ride with us.”

A smile spread across your face underneath his finger. “Good. Have you started packing?” Your words were muffled under his touch.

“Eh,” he replied with a noncommittal shrug, lowering his hand to brush his thumb across your chin. 

“Do you want help with that?” you inquired cheekily. “Because, you know, we leave in two days.” 

He appeared to consider it for a moment before nodding. “Actually, yeah, that sounds nice. You can sit on my bed and watch while I pack really inappropriate clothes for the occasion.”

You half-snorted out a laugh, rolling your eyes because you knew that’s the reaction he was aiming for. “How about I just pack for you?”

+++

For the first time since knowing him, you saw Jake Kiszka wearing a jacket. It was long and dramatic and nearly brushed the top of the snow as he made his way out to your car with a leather duffle bag in his left hand.

He opened the rear, passenger-side door and tossed his bag in next to yours and Josh’s before sliding in next to it. 

You greeted him cheerily, to which he shot you back a smile as a reply.

“You’re actually wearing a coat,” you noted as he pulled the seatbelt over his form and buckled in.

He hummed amusedly, reaching into his pocket and popping a stick of gum in his mouth. 

“I’ve found that he doesn’t usually dress like a slut to go home,” Josh replied instead as he turned a lighter around in his palm, absent of the task. 

“And if I didn’t wear a coat home, I’d never hear the end of it.” 

Josh nodded in agreement, and then you watched a shit-eating grin spread across his lips. “I’m kinda surprised Kate isn’t coming with us today, to be honest. Are you waiting until Easter just to make sure?”

You were busy pulling out onto the road, so you didn’t see it, but you could imagine Jake deeply rolling his eyes at the question. 

“I would bring Kate home - it would make me truly happy to physically see Mom die a little inside when she starts trying to talk about amphibious breeding cycles at length during dinner,” he mused, voice clear of any kind of sorrow. He finished simply and with a smile, “But she isn’t my girlfriend.”

“I don’t know, it seemed a little sus when I showed up at her house in the morning and you were already there, chillin’ with her dog,” you replied in a sing-song voice. 

“I wasn’t already there, I was still there.” You felt him place a hand on your shoulder, and slap his other one against Josh’s. “Not all of us have the luxury of just being able to pop down the hall.”

“Fair enough,” you relented, feeling your face flush warm. 

“Or the shower. Or the kitchen that one time,” Josh added unhelpfully, making your eyes immediately pop open. 

“Josh,” you scolded and quickly considered reaching over and slapping him, but decided it was unsafe to drive and strike a passenger at the same time. 

“No, this is good,” Jake assured through a smirk you could hear. “Let him get it all out before we get there.”

Josh snickered back, “You’re such a prick.”

+++

The Kiszka homestead was almost impossibly cozy. There was a basket of blankets by the big sofa (much nicer and fluffier than the blankets at your apartment, which had been flattened and matted to the point of complete defeat) and the furniture was centered around a glowing, stone fireplace. Josh’s mom had hugged him for a long moment upon your arrival - a gesture that made your throat feel tight as you watched her fingers flex in the material at the back of his shirt. 

She was sunny and kind to the point that you could clearly see Josh’s mannerisms reflected in hers, and the dinner she laid out on the dining room table seemed impossibly large to you, having come from a home with just three people in it. 

When she asked you how you liked Midwestern cooking, you gushed about it for - what was undeniably - too long. You’d never say, but you weren’t positive that part of it wasn’t just not having had a real home-cooked meal in months. 

You had come to decipher that Josh had told his family that you were just a roommate that didn’t have a place to go for winter break, but you were pretty sure you’d be able to tell the nature of your relationship if you were on the outside looking in - you seemed to be magnetically drawn to wherever Josh was these days. 

Everyone cleared out of the living room pretty quickly after dinner and conversation, and you finally got the chance to ask the question that had been on your mind all day. 

“Do I sleep out here?” 

You were posted up on the couch, your legs crossed one over the other with Josh staying a few inches farther away from you than you were used to.

“No,” he replied. “You can take my room and I’ll sleep out here.”

You had asked mostly as a formality - you hadn’t figured that you’d actually have to sleep separately. Through a slight frown, you said, “Oh, man. It’s been a while since I’ve had to sleep alone. What if I freeze to death?” 

He flashed you a smile. “I thought ahead and laid a heated blanket out on the bed for you.”

“Heated blanket? This whole time heated blankets were an option?” you whispered harshly.

“Okay, in my defense, by the time I remembered that they existed, we were already sleeping in the same bed every night.”

The suspicious way you stared at him for a few moments had him biting back a laugh - one of those unguarded ones that seemed to be reserved for people he was really comfortable around. Which seemed to just be you most of the time. 

“Will you at least come get ready for bed with me?” you asked, subtly looking up at him through your lashes. 

“Of course - no puppy eyes necessary,” he assured with a snicker.

This room was decidedly different than the one back in Ann Arbor. Josh’s space back in the apartment was mostly made up of Earth tones - either picked by choice or having just dulled over time. There were little pops of color scattered around the room, like the golden yellow rug that spread across almost all of the wooden floor, or the string of flags that spanned the entire wall above his bed. 

This room was different. You could tell that his parents had tried to clean it up since Josh had moved out, but there was still evidence of spots where posters were hung on the maroon red walls. A stack of comics laid on the dresser - the surface of which was covered in residue and paper where he had placed stickers and then tried to peel them off. 

You eyed a well-used keyboard placed along the far wall, and what appeared to be milk crates full of sheet music and the idea of him sitting in front of it and practicing for hours brought a smile to your lips. 

He hauled both of your bags up onto the bed and you both picked through them for the sleep apparel you’d packed. You watched him change into a short-sleeved tee and a pair of loose flannel pants through the bathroom mirror as you brushed your teeth across the hall, and when he caught your eyes, he gave you a smirk. 

You’d been half expecting him to change his mind and just crawl into bed with you, but instead, he helped you clamber under the covers and pulled the comforter up to your chest. 

“Wow, full service tuck-in and everything,” you teased, but quickly shut up when his thumb brushed over your lips. 

“Well,” he mused, voice low. “Not the full service.”

You gave him a sour grin as he backed up to the door and flicked the light off. 

“Good night, Joshua.”

+++

The next couple of days came and went easily. You were starting to get actually acquainted with his family - chatting with his mother and sister over morning coffee, and getting pinned between his brothers on the sofa while Christmas movies played in the background.

You really hadn’t realized how much you missed being around family until it hit you at dinner one night. You watched out of the corner of your eye as Josh unscrewed the lid on the salt under the lip of the table and then asked Sam if he wanted any. 

Josh was just about to slide it across the beat-up wooden surface when you snatched it out of his hand, pointedly tightened the lid, and then slid it over. 

When you peeked over at him, Josh was glaring at you, but he wasn’t able to stop the mischievous smirk that his mouth took the shape of. 

Sam huffed a laugh that sounded more like a scoff, having figured out the plot quickly after seeing the look on Josh’s face.  

“Samuel, do me a favor and dump the whole shaker of salt on your potatoes,” Josh requested in a faux-sweet voice. “Please and thank you.” 

“Piss off.” Sam’s reply came through a mouth-full of food, but somehow, he still managed to look lovely while saying it. However, that didn’t save him from his mom’s scolding look - though whether that was in response to the harsh language or speaking with a full mouth was anyone’s guess. You guessed that a person never got to grow out of being “the baby”. 

It was then - that simple moment - that you realized how oddly welcomed you felt in this setting. It hadn’t been awkward or uncomfortable even once. You’d never felt out of place despite how different it was from your own home experience. 

After you were settled into bed that night, you laid awake thinking about nothing and everything. You didn’t feel particularly tired, but you had decided to turn in when Josh started dozing off on the couch while you were watching the tv on low volume. 

You had no clue what time it was, as your phone was charging across the room, but at some point you heard the distinct sound of a door creaking open. It was just down the hall - that you could distinguish -  but you weren’t positive which room specifically. The person made their way down the hall, and then up a creaky set of steps, though you could tell that they were trying to move quietly when they got to the next floor and the cadence of their steps changed to something lighter. 

You thought about it for a moment before pushing the covers off of you, crawling out of the warmth of the nest you’d made, and slipping your feet into a pair of Josh’s fuzzy slippers that were just barely peeking out under the bed frame. Trying to be as quiet as the last person had been, you crept up the stairs in the low light, having to strain to see the steps in the unfamiliar space, lest you lose your footing. 

The room at the top of the steps was a study, and on the other side of it was a large, sliding glass door. And on the other side of that, was Jake, sat out on a covered patio with a cigarette in his hand. 

You crossed the room, grabbing a blanket off of the worn leather sofa and wrapping it around yourself as you moved. 

He barely turned his head to look at you as you slid the glass open and stepped out onto the porch. The brisk air hit you hard enough to nearly knock the breath from your lungs, so you pulled the blanket up your body until only your head was showing. 

“Sorry if I scared you.” The volume of your words were just above a whisper as you bent to sit next to him on the cold wood. “Or if I’m intruding.”

He hummed around his cigarette before ashing it into a Coke can. “You didn’t, and you aren’t.” He looked you over for the first time then and frowned deeply at you. “You are going to freeze to death though. Where the hell is your coat?”

“I’m fine, I’ve got the blanket, see?” you assured, though you had to admit that the cold cut right through the thick material. 

He ran his eyes up and down it, rolling them affectionately at you. “Okay,” he replied, though it sounded nothing like he believed you. After a few silent moments, he spoke again. 

“How are you liking it here?”

A genuine smile spread out over your lips. “Michigan is lovely, if that’s what you mean. Cold to the point where I’m not sure why anyone would want to live here, but. Lovely, all the same.” 

He smiled back at you, oddly warm in nature for him. “And what about the family? Do you find all of us lovely too?” 

“Absolutely,” you agreed, pulling your knees up to your chest like you were in a cocoon. Another few long moments ticked by as you watched the snow fall. The night was so still that you swore you could hear the flakes as they settled on whatever surface they happened to land on. 

“Can I ask you something?” You flicked your eyes over at him to assess his expression. You knew your brows were threaded close together in worry, which he seemed to take into account before he answered.

He nodded as he took another drag. “Sure,” he replied, smoke and steam glowing with the light of the cherry on the end of his cigarette as he exhaled. 

You were silently trying to figure out how to word it for long enough that he looked over at you expectantly. 

“Do you think Josh would have come home for Christmas if I...weren’t around?” 

He met your eyes and huffed a humorless laugh. “I think that he would have spent a week or two anxiously deciding whether he could handle it and then, ultimately, he would feel too guilty to say no. And from there, I think it would have been a repeat of last year - he would have come home here, found it exhausting, and then screened everyone's’ calls for a couple of months again.”

You weren’t sure what to say, so you just stared at his face, your teeth pressed into your bottom lip until you could feel they’d left an indent as you ran your tongue over it. 

“But it’s weird, right?” he continued, biting back a smirk that made you a little uneasy about what he was going to say next. “He seems to be almost blissfully happy this year.”

You held your breath for a moment as you tried to organize your emotions, and then exhaled in a rush once it became uncomfortable. “Look, I. He’s obviously a lot of things to me. A best friend, a room mate, a...romantic partner?”

Jake shot you a disbelieving but highly amused look at your wording.

“But I’m worried that he’s tying himself to me too tightly.” With your eyes, you tried to portray the emotions that that thought evoked in you - how compressed it made you feel. 

He seemed to chew it over as he stubbed out his cigarette on the damp wood and then - near instantly - materialized another from behind his ear like a magic trick.  

“I love seeing him happy, but I’m scared that I’m the only thing making him happy,” you finished, voice admittedly a little shaky. You didn’t ask first - though you should have - but you slid closer to him until your shoulders were touching, and despite not knowing him all that well yet, it still managed to make you feel more grounded. “It’s not that I expect this to end - whatever we have - but what if it does?”

Jake’s eyes flitted around your features like he was trying to map your face as you anxiously waited for him to tell you everything would be alright. 

“You know,” he started, voice low. “When we moved away for school, he was the one that decided we wouldn’t room together. I mean, I didn’t blame him or anything, but I always just assumed we would. He used to be so outgoing. I mean, he never missed a party. People would trip over themselves to be next to him. He used to take his ex out any time he could - it didn’t really matter where, because he’s always had a way of making even the most monotonous task seem fun.”

You didn’t try to suppress a smile as it found your lips. 

“So, his ex broke it off with him. I don’t know what happened really - only what I’ve been able to pry out of him - but it fucked him up pretty good. And then as he was just starting to get over it, his roommate had some kind of mental break and just moved out one weekend while Josh was gone. It’s not like they were best friends or anything, but they got along.”

“Fuck,” you whispered, resting your head on Jake’s shoulder and not caring whether or not it was polite to do so anymore. 

“Yeah,” he agreed, simply. The tone of his voice was something very somber - the kind you’d use if you were giving a eulogy. “I tried to help. I offered to move in with him. I showed up at his apartment all the time, but he got pretty effective at dodging me. Not just me, actually, but everyone. Worried the fuck out of our mom.” 

“What then?” You were not-so-secretly hoping that Jake was going to find a way to make you feel better, and the pitch of your voice reflected it. The core of your body felt like it was stuffed full of stones, weighted and heavy. “What happened?”

Jake hummed. “Well, he started to level out a bit. After a good couple months he started at least answering the door when I came to see him. Sometimes he’d text me back after a day or two. That went on like that for a while.”

He titled his head to look over at you then for the first time in a while. You felt oddly vulnerable after hearing all of that, but you tried not to duck away from his eyes. 

“But then, suddenly, you were there. He didn’t tell me a thing about you, or even that he was getting a new roommate until well after you were already moved in.”

You huffed a laugh. “If it makes you feel better, he didn’t tell me anything about you either really. Imagine my surprise when I open the door and you were a twin. Uncanny valley territory.” 

“I think he learned how to compartmentalize the people in his life. Seems like it’s easier to manage relationships that way when you’re an extremely guarded person like he had suddenly become.”

He took a pause to take a long drag, simultaneously running a hand through his silky hair. 

“But to answer your question - I don’t think you’re the only thing making him happy,” he continued, meeting your eyes with an intensity that you understood to your core. “I think you’re just reminding him that there are things to be happy about.” 

You weren’t sure what you were expecting him to say, but you were suddenly choking back tears and a tight, hot feeling in your throat.  

“You’ve just got to give him time to remember what it’s like.”

When you opened your mouth to reply, you realized you’d been holding your breath for a moment too long, causing you to suck in a shaky breath. “I intend to give him all the time he needs,” you promised. 

Jake offered you back a smile as he moved to stand, stretching out his muscles and then extending a hand for you to take. He helped you clamber up off the floor before tucking his lighter back into the pocket of his fleece sleep-pants. 

“Good to hear.” 

#brightest blue fic #Greta Van Fleet #greta van fleet fan fiction #greta van fleet fic #josh kiszka #josh fic #josh kiszka fic #josh x reader #writing

[lucycola]

Hey could you do a Spock X reader where she knows nothing about Vulcans and like keeps accidentally doing taboo things e.g touching hands or touching his ears

I thoroughly enjoyed writing this! I accidentally made it gender neutral, because I forgot what pronouns, you used. I’m sorry! I hope you like it.

WARNINGS: Fluff, affection, ignorance of affection in Vulcan culture idk. Maybe Spock is slightly OOC but who cares. I took a little liberty of giving the reader a pinch of background.

To say you were oblivious was an understatement. You weren’t a complete idiot, or anything, just innocently scatterbrained. Perhaps that was the explanation why you didn’t flinch when every you were chastised for a mistake or given a strict order by your commanding officer. As a blue shirt, you fell under the command of the Enterprise’s first officer, and his reputation as a stony, unfeeling, authoritarian preceded him. You were never bothered by this. He was most terrifying, others noted, when Captain Kirk left him in charge when unable to take the chair. You were warned about him-to never cross him and always do exactly as he said. Spock was a hard-ass. He was handsome and perhaps at first you wondered, but it had been made clear to by others he wasn’t interested in anyone.

You had met more terrifying people. You had nine brothers and a strict, often unfair and bully of a father. Commander Spock was a piece of cake. It was in your nature to be gentle, welcoming, and comforting despite the constitution of your upbringing. It was your personality. You didn’t like to let people bring you down.

You were elated alone to be living your dream, anyway. You weren’t going to let the attitude of anyone around you affect your nature or happiness.

You obviously didn’t know anything about Vulcans either.

The first touch was accidental. It always is.

You never took the Vulcan to be clumsy, but on one occasion while discussing your current assignment in passing he dropped his holotape. You both reached  for it, and in a cliché manner brushed hands. While your boss pulled away, you did not and picked up the tape.

“Here ya go!” You cheerily patted the tape in his hand for good measure, “I’ll have that report in the morning like you’ve requested, sir.”

Bypassers gawked as you cheerily skipped away. Your commanding officer only quirked a brow and went on his way.

The next time was less on purpose and more out of your kindness as your commander internally lamented about his captain’s safety during an emergency situation. He had donned the chair and even while appearing composed and direct you had an eye for spotting worry in well kept men. In an brief moment you pressed your hand to his wrist and said softly, “He will be okay. You’ll make sure of it.”

He tensed under your touch and you removed your hand a smiled.

“Report to your station, Ensign,” he said in his usual tone, no hint of distaste or approval in his voice.

“Yes sir.”

The third time was even worse. Somehow you had been suckered to prompting Spock by Doctor McCoy into reporting to an impromptu physical. Confidentiality be damned, the Vulcan’s stress levels were unusually high and it was affecting his demeanor. You accidentally overheard the nurse and the doctor whispering something perhaps about pon farr happening again, but no it hadn’t been seven years yet. Whatever that was.

“I don’t think he’ll listen to me, but if you say it’s important, I’ll try.”

“You’re his favorite, so you’re my best bet.”

“Mister Spock doesn’t have favorites,” you laughed, “But I’ll do it anyway. Someone has to draw the shortest straw. I never mind it being me.”

“Thankyou, Ensign. And good luck.”

You skipped along to the your commander’s quarters. You had never been inside and only rarely had delivered your reports to him in person when requested. He couldn’t always come to you and that was understandable.

At the chime the door slid open and though it was subtle, your boss clearly wasn’t expecting you.

“Hello, Mister Spock,” you greeted, “Doctor McCoy-”

“I am aware of the doctor’s request. As it is not mandatory  I do not find it necessary to attend.”

It wasn’t like him to interrupt you. He was tense and though he stood perfectly erect like a statue there was a little shake in his right hand. Without thinking, you grasped it to still the quiver.

“Are you alright?”

Many would expect his to snatch it away, but he didn’t and stood there. If he was caught off guard, it wasn’t apparent. His expression was unmoving and his eye contact never wavered.

“I am fine, Ensign. Report back to your duties.”

“Doctor McCoy said it was important.”

“I am not here to entertain the doctor’s every illogical human whim.” He pulled his hand away, “There is no empirical evidence to suggest I am ill.”

“You’re shivering.” You put your hands on your hip and gave him the most mothering look you could muster.

“Multiple factors such as the natural low temperature of deep space can illicit such a reaction,” he retorted.

“It’s broiling in your cabin, Mister Spock. Only people with fevers do things like that.”

“Humans, Ensign. Humans,” he corrected, “I deduce you are not aware of Vulcan biology or customs.”

“Please don’t lie to me,” you requested softly, “How am I supposed to work efficiently under an ill commanding officer?”

The way you spoke nearly convinced him to do your bidding, but still he remained stubborn.

“I do not comprehend how that would deter your work efficiency.”

You grabbed his hand again, “I am going to worry myself to death if you really are ill and you’re just trying to act like you’re alright. That will keep me from working like I’m supposed to. Efficient crew needs an efficient captain.” You winked at him.

“But Captain Kirk-”

“It’s a metaphor, Mister Spock. Now please come so the doctor can stop paging me and I can work on my report concerning the Althenian plant’s healing properties and various uses from its sap.”

“I yield,” he said after a small beat and without releasing your hand, followed you to the medbay. More people inwardly gawked watching to drag him down the hall. His face was tense, albeit slightly amused.

After reaching your destination you waved him and the doctor off sweetly and made your way back to the lab. You heart wrapped around the thought of him being ill and you hid that worry ill. A little heat bloomed in your chest at his previous touch. You brushed it away. No, you told yourself.

The doctor was only a little surprised. His suspicions were confirmed.

“I had my doubts at first, Spock, but now I see it’s true.”

“Despite Vulcan’s telepathic abilities, I cannot automatically read your mind. Elaborate, Doctor.”

The doctor chucked, “That ensign is your favorite.”

“I do not understand.”

“Who else could have convinced you to come here to let me scan you? Probably not even Jim-”

“I am inclined to follow the captain’s every order.”

“You don’t let anyone touch you like that. Especially not for a long time. If I’m not mistaken you two were practically kiss-”

“That will be enough elaboration, doctor. Please proceed with your medical assessment, as I have much work to attend to.”

The doctor chuckled again. “It’s too bad I can’t tell with that one. They act like that towards everyone.”

“Everyone,” Spock repeated flatly although it was intended to be a question.

“Sweetest soul I’ve ever met. Lights up a room as soon as they enter it.”

“Indeed,” Spock nodded, familiar with the colloquialism.

The doctor’s eyebrows raised and he grinned, “I knew it.”

You of course were oblivious to all of this as you continued through your work, happy as a clam.

After some deliberation one of your coworkers decided to explain the delicacies of Vulcan culture after viewing a friendly hand grasp as a greeting between you and your commanding officer. You were elated to see his shivering had stopped and once again he tensed under the touch, but nodded his head at your greeting. You had blushed while doing so. It was sweet, but your coworker had to break it to you as they had before when warning you last time about him not being interested in anyone.

“Vulcans don’t like to be touched, you know,” they said to you, taking you aside.

“What do you mean?”

“They’re very sensitive to skin to skin contact. They guard themselves mostly, but hand touching is extremely taboo the way kissing in public or other sexual acts are.”

“You mean...” you blushed, “I’ve been--! I hope he’s not offended.”

“Normally he’s not afraid to explain things or clear up-“ you coworker coughed,”-unwanted affection. I’ve seen plenty girls get a talking down to.”

“What are you saying?”

“Perhaps he’s forcing himself to be polite.”

“Oh, I’ve got to apologize right away!”

You felt so stupid! How could you be so offensive to him or his culture? You should have read up on his customs before truly interacting with him. It would seem like a smart thing to do-but you were so lost to the world it was embarrassing.

You paused in front of his door for the first time in your life, afraid to speak to him.

The door open quickly and you stepped back, surprised. He had looked like he had been going to leave and you sheepishly smiled, “I’m sorry for interrupting you, sir. I need to speak to you.”

“Come inside.”

You blushed at the request, wringing your hands as you entered.

You turned to him and blurted, “I had no idea what I was doing, sir, I swear. Had I known that touching you was wrong I would stop. I’m so used to being touchy-feely on Earth I forgot that not everyone-”

“Ensign,” he said firmly.

“Yes?” you squeaked.

“Had those interactions provoked me I would have made it known. I should be the one offering an apology. I should have explained what such interactions mean on Vulcan before anyone else claimed the opportunity. I assume someone took the liberty of doing so.”

“Yessir. I’m sorry.”

“Do not apologize.”

“Why not?’

“Because your actions did not provoke me, but precisely did the opposite.”

“What-what do you mean?” Your face was fully red and you obscured it with your hands. He let out a sound that was the closest Vulcan thing as a sigh and stepped closed to you.

He grasped your hands and lowered them from your face. His eyes were soft and the most vulnerable as you had every seen them.

He pressed his right hand that was shivering terribly to the side of your face. It stilled instantly.

“I am aware of your affection for me and I return the sentiment.”

You couldn’t find your voice and after a long moment of studying your features he leaned down to give you a kiss, warm and firm.

You gasped into his lips and pressed back.

He released you and you looked at him starry eyed.

“So it was true, what the doctor said, you said in a hushed tone.

Spock’s arms were around you gently, “Elaborate.”

“I am your favorite.”

“Affirmative.”

FIN

#spock #spock x reader #spock x gender neutral #startrek #star trek #tos #ask #request #mister spock #mr spock #s'chn t'gai spock #doctor mccoy #bones #leonard mccoy

[xclusivrat]

DOCTOR

yeah i wish

This is a recap of the night I lost my virginity, to the sexiest man alive.

His name was Leo, well at least I remember that far? He was super tall, taller than six foot by just a bit. His voice was raspy and cool, you kind of wanted to eat it; his moans and grunts were even better ⸺ enough to make you cum alone. His demeanour remained the same the whole night, laid back but temptive and flirty. He was also a smart dresser, I didn't  know if that was because of the event we were attending but it was still good. I wonder if he has clothing tailor made, he seemed wealthy.

$$$

I was attending a function for my company (along with a few others) and his hospital. I am a secretary so I was quite busy that whole evening, running around to make sure everything is in order and that my boss met the people he needed to meet. The function was to bring forth "a bright future"

I don't know I found it all to be a bit dumb to hold a whole function.

At some point people were proposing already reviewed plans and introducing some commendable people. From the hospital's side, the most commendable was "Dr Paladiknight" (I'm glad I at least remember his last name). He stood upfront on that huge stage, next to their representative.

The representative spoke about his journey on becoming a doctor and what he does for them now. Super kind-hearted man ⸺ free medical service for any patient to come through, he pays for the equipment and such from his payment as a hunter.

He was standing up there all proud and mighty. My heart had begun to beat faster than before the more I stared at him.

Then his eyes met mine, I swear I nearly died right then and there! He wouldn't break eye contact with me and people were starring to notice. My boss next to me even nudged my shoulder, when I turned to him he had a smug look on his face like, "He definitely likes you. Take your chances."

Eventually the propositions were over and people went on to eat, drink and party. I particularly didn't want to drink since I had told myself I was "at work"

My boss told me to lay off but I refused.

I just sat at a lonely high table and stool with a thin champagne glass of water.

Then he came up to me.

That smoking hot doctor came up to me and I nearly choked on my water. He took note of my aspiration and held his arms over his head. I did the same and felt better after a few deep breaths.

"Thank you," I heaved.

"Haha, no problem."

Ohhh, sweet heaven that voice! He'd been silent all night long but in that moment, I actually got to listen to something that'd interest me.

"I am-"

"Yes, Doctor Paladiknight? I know who you are. You were just on stage," he pulled back his lips and nodded.

"Yes, Doctor Paladiknight," his hand was out.

I didn't want to shake it, so I hesitated. But I eventually gave in and touched his lovely skin. It was warm and soft, a bit skinny for somebody quite muscular.

"What's your name?"

I coughed at his interest in me. The nervosity was very annoying at the time cause I behaving like an idiot. I was worried he'd want to leave since I was being so weird but he stayed. He smiled and sat down opposite me.

Damnit

"I hope you don't mind me sitting here."

As if I can tell you to go now.

"My name is y/n. I'm CEO Dwaythar's executive assistant," I pointed to my boss hand-feeding a waiter a strawberry in his drunken state.

"Mm, how is it like being his assistant?"

"It's alright. At events like this though, he's too laid back and foolish. I'm mostly on edge if he's jugging down alcohol like there's no tomorrow!" I muttered.

"Well have you tried to not worry about your boss?"

"I can't ~" I dropped my head, "He could mess up everything we've all worked hard for!"

"Has that ever happened?"

"With my previous boss on multiple occasions, but not Dwaythar," he did a breathy laugh.

"Has it been close to happening with Dwaythasar?" I lightly shook my head.

"Then you don't have anything to worry about. Everyone is done with work. All that's happening now is partying. Just relax," he started slouching and cruised his hands.

"Mm, but-"

"Whether you drink or not, I'm gonna get you a drink to help you wind down," he held his arm out for me to hook on.

I gave my boss one last look and hooked onto the doctor's arm.

He led me to a bar and asked if I drink alcohol or not.

"I do, but only the most basic beer. I haven't tried others," that sentence was just a disaster waiting to happen.

"Okay, then we'll try others together. Let's start off lightly," I wanted to tell him that I didn't plan on trying any others but it couldn't be helped. He'd already ordered a Hachineken and some other whiskey brand.

I instantly grabbed the Hachineken as soon as it was set in front of me. Then he stopped me.

"We start off with whiskey first," then I was handed a shot glass by the bartender.

I gulped down hard and waited for him to pour me the whiskey. I just wanted to leave at that point. Firstly I was too overwhelmed by hotness and charm, then I might've gotten drunk by the time I left and have a hangover the next day.

He poured both our glasses and counted to three. On three we drank and it felt like a stream of radioactive liquid burnt my oesophagus.

We both let out the typical sighs people do after having refreshing drink. To be honest it felt kind of good.

"How was that?" his face already looked dazed.

"It burnt my throat but it felt like being splashed in the face with water. Which was exactly, what I needed."

☠♡☠

Soon the shots got more deadlier and the doses were increasing by the minute. We weren't so dazed as to not be able to walk properly, we were just a bit more open with each other...maybe very more open.

"Wagamama na High Heels"  by Kaoru Akimoto began playing and Leorio immediately grabbed me by my arms and led me to the dance floor.

I got a bit self-conscious since this notable doctor was dancing with this dingy secretary.

He noticed me looking around nervously, and slithered his hands around my waist.

I rapidly turned my head to face him and he was smirking so seductively, I felt a bit tingly in my pussy. I had no idea where to put my hands after he did that and he noticed, so he put them over his damned tall shoulders and moved his back to my waist.

We danced a bit slower than the song goes but I didn't worry about that. I was so in the moment with this man, that I forgot everything and everyone else.

I don't know why, but something in that moment made it seem right to kiss him. I wondered if this was how people felt in movies and TV shows ⸺ you just do it. He wanted to go in for it too, I could tell. From the way he was gradually leaning in closer and teasing me with his hungry looking eyes.

"You want to kiss me don't you, secretary?" I scoffed. He's the one who wanted to kiss me!

"I think it's sort of the opposite."

"Alright fine. You're just so beautiful and-" he sighed and met my lips.

So enchanting. That kiss was amazing! We tongue-fought and he bit my lower lip. I was getting hornier and hornier, then he started smooching my neck. I nearly came right then and there. I pushed him off a bit and checked if people were looking. Oh they were looking, all right!

"Wouldn't you prefer to do this elsewhere?" I asked him quietly.

Then he held my ass, "I think doing this publicly would be a bit more fun~" then he squeezed it.

"Oh my word," I scoffed again, "How lewd."

He shrugged and pulled me to the other side of the floor. It was a two storey building and he decided to take me up into some other room that coincidentally had a bed.

He pushed me down and lurked over me. I felt my breathing getting heavier. Then he spoke, "You a virgin?"

I wanted to lie, "Ye- N-no!"

"Body count?"

"Body count? W-what is that?"

"So you are a virgin?" I gave up at that point. "You wouldn't mind if I check you're endurance down there?"

I didn't want to believe what I was hearing. Was this going to happen so soon?

It was hard to answer since my mind was racing.

"Just do what you want."

He raised a brow then French-kissed me some more. But his hands were doing something else, which was sliding down my body to my leaking vagina.

Damnit

Then he crept into my underwear and continously agitated my clit. It'd been years since I last touched myself, all this work left me so fucking tired for life.

There was so much going on in that moment, that I thought I would die. I was just anticipating the moment he'd finally fuck me, the foreplay would make me cum and I wouldn't be able to continue. Just one orgasm was all I was able take.

He separated the kiss and bit my lower lip again, before taking off my palazzo pants and lifting up my legs to spread them wide open.

"How are you feeling, y/n?" something about him saying my name during that moment made me more excited.

"Pl- please say my name again," he said nothing and I felt something wet touch me down there.

"Ahhh-ha!"

I moaned louder than I had wished. He ran his big warm hands up and down my thighs, which would soon be trembling.

Him licking my clit like some lollipop felt just so wildly satisfying that I can't put it in words. It was like: a hot ass doctor you just met at a function is licking your pussy damn clean.

I continued moaning out of pleasure until he could hear I was coming close, then he stopped.

Is he edging me?

Then as if on cue, "Remember the Time" by Michael Jackson began playing as the Doctor began stripping his suit off. He danced with the song by swaying his body. I unconsciously bit my lip at how sexy he looked.

Once he was done I admired his beautiful physique. Impeccable rock-hard abs, toned arms just an overall fit build.

Then he came forward to my ear and asked, "Are you ready, y/n?" he was going to stick his member inside of me.

"If you say my name again," he moved in front of my face.

"Y/n~"

I propped my arms on his shoulder and he got the message. He went in slow and each gradual feel for his length was a slippery, perfect fit. This was when I realised how long he actually was. I hadn't looked at it as he was stripping since his abs just pulled me in.

He'd gone in completely and pulled out slowly then went in again, increasing the pace with each thrust.

I found myself rolling my eyes back once he had me bouncing like a basketball. He'd unbuttoned my shirt and took off my bra. He was clearly having fun watching my boobs bounce.

Pervert

The sex went on and we were coming close. He showered me with pretty kisses all across my upper body.

I was in utopia I swear, the rest of the world didn't exist in that moment. I didn't want it to end but satisfaction hit us like a flood and we were forced to discontinue.

"Sex on the job," I said as I looked for my shirt.

"It's not in the job, love. It's a party right now, take it as that," he was also dressing himself.

We finally got dressed and we made our way back downstairs.

"The sex was great...I'm glad you were my first, doctor."

He grabbed my ass, "Glad I could be your first. You were great for you first time. You're adorable~"

That made me blush so I turned the other way. He snaked his hand around my waist once he met with a colleague of his.

"Where were you?" they asked.

"Went to the balcony."

"Was that all? Isn't this that fatso's secretary?"

"Yeah, we just talked about the work plans."

"Yeah," the colleague seemed skeptical and they went to get a drink.

+++

The next day I was flooded with questions by my colleagues, not to mention the interrogation my boss gave me on our way to his house. I ended up telling him what happened and like a little fangirl he freaked out and asked about the experience and started mentioning various scenarios of "The secretary's secret life." I was so embarrassed, my boss is pretty cheerful but not like this, it's like we're best friends and not one working for the other.

Anyway I never got the doctor's number since I left in a hurry that night. I do occasionally call him for work and we've met at least three times since then. We exchange suggestive looks but don't take it further than taking a walk in the building and talking about flora ☻

#leorio #hunter x reader #leorio paladiknight #leorio x reader #hunter x hunter leorio #hxh #hunter x hunter #SoundCloud #Spotify

[365days365movies]

May 9, 2021: A.I. Artificial Intelligence (2001) (Recap: Part One)

Welcome to the future.

At this point, we’ve mostly looked at the past, present, or the near-future (as in, the next ten years, if that). Additionally, we’ve looked either at nonexistent technology in a contemporary setting, or an extension of existing technology taken to a logical next step. But no more. No more realism, no more real-world rules, and nothing that we’re even close to in this reality.

Well...mostly.

That’s genuinely impressive, not gonna lie. Anyway, yeah, from here forwards (for a bit), we’ll be looking at the future and futuristic technology. Now, there are a couple of ways in which these films tend to go. The first big way that we tend to represent the future in film is the same way we always have: flying cars, futuristic technology, smart houses, and robots.

Now, there are countless examples of this future, and it always changes a bit depending on the present. Which, yeah, makes sense. After all, what I’m doing right now, at this moment, would’ve been seen by many people as a massive technological achievement, even around the time that I was born. Which, yes, I’m old, deal with it (because I can’t). Anyway, the way that this begins is with the first major filmed view of a seemingly idyllic future: Fritz Lang’s 1927 film Metropolis.

The overly mechanized (and politically dystopic) society seen in this film, as well as the visuals and technology, would inform our ideas of the future throughout the next century. Multiple themes and common objects reoccur throughout futuristic fiction. You know the stuff I’m talking about. Flying cars, automatic food machines, robotic assistants, video watches, holograms, jetpacks, so on and so forth.

But here’s the thing about the future. It’s always ahead of us, and eventually...well, we’ve gotten to most of those things to some degree. Either they already exist...

...or is currently being developed.

Well, one of them we’re still working on. And the development of more advanced AI is something we have yet to perfect, or even fully develop. However, the development of A.I. (and the consequences of that technology) are ALL OVER science fiction. Sometimes, they’re merely used for flavor to help establish the futuristic setting.

Sometimes, they’re characters with their own agency and conflicts, which may or may not define the plot. In these cases, they’re often simply there to back up the main human characters, and help with their development, and sometimes their own. You know, manic pixie dream robots.

And then, possibly most often, they’re the abject villains of the piece. they can be mysterious alien technology, like in The Day the Earth Stood Still, or a man-made danger that turns on the race that created and/or abused it.

But then, on occasion, an A.I. is given the chance to develop as a character, without being used to define the development of a human character. Sometimes, the question of what life truly means is raised through these characters, and we become attached to them outside of any other character. This isn’t nearly as common as the others, but it’s definitely not unheard of.

And for the record...things don’t often go well for those AIs. But still, some of those characters have quite a lasting impact. So, there’s quite a lot of potential for this type of character, from a dramatic standpoint. And that potential leads us to the guy who made this.

I WILL MAKE A JURASSIC PARK REFERENCE AS OFTEN AS POSSIBLE

Steven Spielberg gives us today’s entry, and this director of a classic science fiction story about science gone awry teamed up with the director of a science fiction film where an artificial intelligence went awry. You know, this thing.

I didn’t forget about HAL. And I won’t forget about him later, either.

Director Stanley Kubrick is pretty well-know for his mind-bending films, especially The Shining and 2001: A Space Odyssey. But he also worked with Spielberg on this film before his death in 1999, as this was one of his dream projects for many years, and the two directors were well-known friends.

And so, eventually, Spielberg was given the reins from Kubrick, and results were...mixed. It’s funny, because I’ve never actually seen this movie, but I remember it through its surprisingly widespread ad campaign. I used to go to NYC as a kid a lot, and there was a massive building-side plastered with the iconic logo of this movie. So, I’ve been hovering around this movie for a long time. Enough navel-gazing!

SPOILERS AHEAD!!!

Recap (Part One)

It is, unsurprisingly, the future. A marrator informs us that climate change has caused the ice caps to melt, and global flooding drowns several countries. You could say that it’s a...Waterworld.

I genuinely considered watching that movie at some point, and then I decided I liked myself to much to watch 2 hours of Kevin Costner’s emotionless acting. Granted, it’s not much better now, listening to the emotionless acting of...

Professor Allen Hobby (William Hurt) is a straight-up sociopath. OK, technically, he’s a robotics engineer, but dude’s making a speech, right? He talks about how far robots have come, dissing my boi Deep Blue in the process, and notes that pain-memory response can also be demonstrated by robots. He proves this by stabbing a woman in his audience, like RIGHT through the hand. Jesus, man! Why the hell would you do that?

Oh. Holy shit, I got fooled. Advanced technology indeed. But OK, so Sheila’s a robot, and a very advanced one...to us. But Hobby wants more, and proposes to his workers to make a robot that can really TRULY love. And through love may come a true subconscious, which means making a robot that can dream. And what better robot to make than a robot child? After all, all child conception requires a license in this futuristic world, so many childless couples are yearning for a child.

Which is why, twenty months later, the first robot child is offered to Henry and Monica Swinton (Sam Robards and Frances O’Connor), a couple...with a child. Um. Guys. You JUST SAID that there are legit childless couples who need a child, and those people would be best suited to love that robot child back (a VERY GOOD question raised by one of Hobby’s subordinates). So why give it to a couple whose son is still alive? Yeah, he’s got a rare disease that they don’t have a cure for yet, and is currently in cryostasis, BUT THEY HAVE A KID! Surely, that’s going to be a potential emotional conflict! And what if the kid wakes up or some shit? This is a TERRIBLE goddamn idea. Think this shit through, guys.

And yet...

This is David (Haley Joel Osment), Cybertronics’ first child robot, brought home by Henry to essentially replace their son. Which is AMAZINGLY FUCKING TONE-DEAF AND INSANE, GODDAMN. That’s extraordinarily messed up. And, for the record, I totally get what Spielberg’s going for, but Jesus Christ, man. This was a terrible way to go about this. And it gets fucking WORSE.

See, Henry (who actually works for Cybertronics) tells Monica that, once they sign the papers and complete the updates, David will imprint on them and see him as their true parents, loving them unconditionally. Which...yeah, fuck, that’s an entire DUMP TRUCK of ethics issues right there. And, while we’re at it, David is...creepy as shit. I mean it, dude, Haley Joel Osment is a VERY good child actor, but he’s laying on the creepy robot child thing THICK. And yeah, this is BEFORE he imprints on them. Jesus fuck, man, there’s a scene where the still uncomfortable Monica is outside of a glass door, and he looks back at her THROUGH THE DOOR like a goddamn SERIAL KILLER.

And I gotta tell ya, dude does not lay off that creepy-ass dial one iota. And for that matter, the music by John Williams ISN’T FUCKING HELPING. LISTEN to this shit, and imagine a robot child that you don’t know wandering around your house. It’s amazingly fucking creepy.

AND IT JUST. KEEPS. GETTING. WORSE. There’s a scene where they’re all at dinner, right, and David’s just staring at them as they eat, mimicking their actions. After all, he’s a robot, he can’t actually eat or drink anything because of his internal working. And then, out of FUCKING NOWHERE, he starts laughing like the FUCKING JOKER, and it scares the EVER-LOVING SHIT OUT OF ME. And somehow, they laugh alongside him, in the never-ending Stockholm syndrome that is this movie! And as soon as its over, he just STOPS laughing, spontaneously. Fuck me, man, I’m tempted to stop watching here and now, and I’m only TWENTY MINUTES IN! I need a fucking break.

And after that...OF COURSE she decides to activate his imprinting protocols to make him, let me remind you, LOVE HIM FOREVER! She reads out a series of words, and after “FREIGHT CAR”, he knows his mission is to kill the Prime Minister of Sokovia. But first, he’ll settle down and love Monica unconditionally (again, FOREVER), calling her Mommy and making me shit my pants in fear. IT WASN’T ME, IT WAS FUCKING DAVID

Oh, and by the way, isn’t it kinda shitty to do that without Henry being involved AT ALL? Like, cool, he has unconditional maternal love, but Henry wasn’t a part of that conditioning at all! And he still refers to him as “Henry” instead of Dad! However, Henry definitely doesn’t care about that, because he still sees David as only a robot. Hey, guys, maybe using these two as your first experiment with a robot child WAS A TERRIBLE FUCKING IDEA, YOU IDIOTS! No wonder William Hurt was cast as Thunderbolt Ross in the MCU. Already shown he can play a character with shitty ideas before.

Anyway, after this terrible series of events, David prevents the parents from leaving one night due to his childlike antics. When Monica goes to comfort him, he asks how long she’ll live, and tells her that he hope she never dies, a COMPLETELY NORMAL THING TO SAY. Look, I get that he’s a robot, but only a goddamn emotionless sociopath would program emotional responses like this into a robot. Which, given what we’ve seen of Hobby, makes sense.

In response, she gives him Teddy (Jack Angel), a technologically advanced teddy bear with sentience, a personality, and the voice of Astrotrain from The Transformers TV series. Because, yes, I am THAT MUCH of a goddamn nerd.

Soon after, the house gets a phone call, which David receives...literally. He takes the phone and allows it to speak through him. It turns out that, shock beyond shocks, THEIR SON IS CURED! Yeah, fuck. Maybe giving David to a family with a STILL LIVING SON is a fucking ABSOLUTELY TERRIBLE IDEA, for about a thousand reasons.

And, fucking understandably, Martin Swinton (Jake Thomas) is a little upset to find out that he’s essentially been replaced by a robot kid. Although, to be fair, he’s also kind of a dick to David, holding his humanity over him and treating him as a toy that he attempts to manipulate and bully. My Lord, this is a massively stupid idea. And Martin immediately shows his dickishness by asking his mother to read Carlo Collodi’s The Adventures of Pinocchio to them. Which is meant to be a punishment for Pinocchio. However, of course, David loves it.

Still, however, there’s trouble in paradise for David, as he tries to compete with Martin for being a real boy, and eats spinach at dinner one evening. Despite Teddy’s mildly ominous warning to him (”YOU WILL BREAK”), he keeps eating until he basically has a stroke and breaks, forcing him to be repaired by some of Cybertronics’ technicians. Monica has a bit of a break down as a result, which Martin notices. This causes Martin to go pure supervillain, manipulating David to do creepy things in order to insert doubt into Monica about David. Jesus, Martin’s a creepy kid, too. No wonder Monica grew to be cool with David, her actual son is a FUCKING SOCIOPATHIC MONSTER! Are there ANY truly normal people in this world? IS THIS WHAT THE FUTURE IS?

Martin convinces David to cut a lock of Monica’s hair while she’s sleeping. And lemme tell ya, a little boy holding scissors over someone while they sleep is not exactly comforting. Henry agrees, and after stopping him, believes that they need to return him. Monica disagrees, knowing that they’ll destroy him if brought back. But David, ever the semi-sociopath himself, ignores any signs of humanity in David and dismisses Monica's feelings for him entirely. He also says this thing about “IF HE CAN BE PROGRAMMED TO LOVE, CAN NOT HE BE PROGRAMM-ED TO HATE?”, which...no. No, he cannot. He didn’t learn to love, he was programmed to. And, again, that’s ethically FUCKED, but taking that into account...no. HE WASN’T PROGRAMMED TO HATE, HENRY. Goddamn, buddy, use your head here.

It’s Martin’s birthday, and his friends at the pool party expose David to the fun world of anti-robot (or Mecha) racism, and test to see if he has Damage Avoidance Systems by threatening him with a knife. And he does. Buuut, when those systems kick in, he goes to the nearest point of safety to keep himself safe. That point is, unfortunately, Martin, whom he gets behind...and accidentally drags into the pool.

Thing is, because of Martin’s recent illness, he can’t exactly swim, meaning that David almost drowns him. When Henry and other partygoers go to save him, they abandon David in the pool completely. And now, David’s fucked. Because although this situation isn’t even a little bit his fault, he also just nearly killed Martin. And so, after seeing notes that he’s been writing to her, Monica offers to take for a “ride in the country”. Which definitely means something good. In reality, she’s planning on taking him back to Cybertronics. But once in the car, there’s a change in plans. And hear me out...it’s arguably far more horrifying.

She decides to abandon him in the woods completely, despite how hard it is for her to leave him. She’s sparing him from death, sure, but also throwing him into a world he doesn’t understand, and for reasons that he doesn’t understand. It’s genuinely terrible. And then...yeah, she leaves him forever, to an uncertain future.

End Act One.

I think this is a good place to stop. It’s early, and I need more coffee to handle this shit. See you in Part Two. Of Three. Yup. It’s a long one.

#a.i. artificial intelligence #ai artificial intelligence #steven spielberg #stanley kubrick #haley joel osment #jude law #frances o'connor #brendan gleeson #william hurt #science fiction may #sci-fi may #user365 #365 movie challenge #365 movies 365 days #365 Days 365 Movies #365 movies a year #movieedit #filmedit

[murderingpieceofshit]

The Wrath of God, Ch. 1: Roadtrip

by @finney13s

Rating: Mature Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: General, M/M Fandoms: Preacher (TV) Relationships: Proinsias Cassidy/Eccarius Characters: Proinsias Cassidy, Eccarius, Jesse Custer Additional Tags: Domestic fluff Author's notes: This story is still evolving. Rating, warnings, characters, relationships and tags are due to change as the story continues so check them before reading.

"The Wrath of God" is the 2nd part of "The Chronicles of Cassidy and Eccarius"

[Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] [Chapter 5] [Chapter 6] [Chapter 7]

Summary: Even though Eccarius had solemnly swore that he wouldn't try to pursue Les Enfants or killing people (or other vampires for that matter) Cassidy wasn't still fully convinced. It wasn't guaranteed that Eccarius wouldn't get tempted to fall to his old ways. Cassidy had to come up with something to get Eccarius distracted of his temptations and concentrate on something else.

[A short clip below the cut as the whole chapter won't fit into one post here, read the full story on AO3]

Raindrops drummed the roof in the hot New Orleans night. Cassidy and Eccarius were laying in their extra large coffin after having sex, spent and sweaty listening to the rainfall. Cassidy was resting his head on Eccarius' chest and playing with Eccarius' black hair.

”Ay, what do you think if we took off for a while?” Cassidy asked. ”Where would we go?” Eccarius replied sleepily. ”New Orleans has everything we could ever need. Why would we want to leave anywhere? Not to mention it is a nuisance to travel like normal people when you could travel among the stars...” ”Why don't ya first listen to what I have to say and then make up yer mind!” Cassidy interrupted annoyed. Eccarius turned his gaze to Cassidy and his face softened. “I apologize, my love. Please, go on.” ”I was thinking that we could take a road trip. You know, you and me” Cassidy said and paused. Then he continued: ”And Jesse and Tulip.” Eccarius frowned. ” With Jesse and Tulip? I thought they both hated me for stealing you from them?” ”No they don't hate you for that. They never did. And besides, you didn't steal me from anyone” Cassidy said and got up to sit and turned to look at Eccarius. ”But they're... vary of you. You have killed a lot of people and you haven't been the most reliable person in the history of mankind, you know. They do have a good reason for not trusting you." Eccarius turned his head to look out the window and sighed. After a while he said: "I suppose I deserve that.” They stayed in silence for a moment, then Eccarius continued turning his head back to Cassidy: “Maybe they could change their mind if they spent some time with me? Got to know the new me?" ”That's more like it”, Cassidy said and smiled. ”We could leave tomorrow morning.” Eccarius' eyes grew wide. "Tomorrow morning? Are you mad?" he asked astonished. Then he narrowed his eyes and continued with a smirk: "You cheeky man. Tell me you haven't planned all this without consulting me first?” ”Erm... I kinda thought this would be a nice surprise, ay?” Cassidy said sheepishly. ”Oh well, I guess we don't have anything better to do” Eccarius sighed. “Come here, my love” he said and pulled Cassidy back into his arms. They laid there for a moment snuggling. Suddenly Eccarius froze. ”What am I going to wear? What are WE going to wear? We can't get any new clothes by tomorrow morning. I have to find something to wear for the trip!” he moaned and got up shuffling to his wardrobe naked and opened the massive doors fully open. Cassidy sat back up. “Well, at least the scenery is nice” he chuckled admiring Eccarius' buttocks. “Cassidy, this is serious” Eccarius shot back rummaging around his closet “I have an image to maintain. I can't just go out there, I need to plan these things!” Cassidy dropped himself back down and laughed: "You're insufferable!” “Well, you do like my sexy pirate look, don't you, hmm?” Eccarius replied and looked at his image in the mirror holding hangers with two coats in front of him and trying to decide which one he would choose.

Cassidy had fell asleep at some point and woke up to the smell of fresh coffee. Which was odd as Eccarius didn't usually make coffee. His go-to breakfast was a chalice of blood, first warmed to human body temperature in bain-marie. He was very specific about it so coffee made Cass curious. He got up, put on Eccarius' frilled black morning gown which was too short for him - but he didn't care as it smelled like Eccarius - and went downstairs.

Eccarius was sitting by the kitchen table dressed on point and making notes and taking sips from a steaming mug of coffee. ”Well, good morning sunshine” he said cheerily and toasted his coffee. ”I have packed our luggage and we are ready to go.” ”What the hell do you mean?” Cassidy muttered trying to wipe the remains of deep sleep from his eyes. ”We are fully equipped for all occasions and any weather” Eccarius said and got up. ”I just made final checks and we are ready to go.” ”Christ. Did you sleep at all last night?" Cassidy said and poured himself a large mug of coffee. "You know you get a tad hyper when you don't get yer full night sleep" he continued and turned to lean on the counter. Eccarius got up and spoke as he walked to the hall. ”I was up all night making sure you and I have outfits for all possible situations. We do have to reuse some costumes in some occasions but I'm willing to do that this time as we probably won't stay in the same location for long. Am I right?” Then from the hall he yelled: ”Besides, I am not hyper. I am, and I am using your own words here, a highly functioning maniac." ”Yes that's exactly what I'm worried about” Cassidy sighed to himself closing his eyes and took a sip of his coffee. Then he shook his head and thought as if to remind himself, once again, why he was there in the first place “I have chosen this man myself and he comes with flaws 'n frills 'n all. At this time of day it is mostly flaws, but I have chosen that myself, too.” Eccarius came back to the kitchen and stood at the doorway. "So when do the chariots arrive?" he asked excitedly. Cassidy took a good look at him and frowned. ”Hold on. Yer seriously wearing that for a road trip?” he asked when he saw Eccarius wearing his best golden embroidered silk suit. ”Yes, why should I not?” Eccarius asked baffled and looked at himself. ”It's kinda in the name of the thing, you know – road trip. You drive a car on a road. Yer going to sit in the hot backseat for a long time. Are ya sure you can manage it in that? Not getting too hot and bothered?” Cassidy winked and smirked. "Well, if I remember last night correctly you did state that you enjoy my scenery without any clothes." Eccarius smiled. "And I can take my top coat off if it makes you feel any better. But if I got to worry about you getting all excited over it I might then just have to keep it on" he smirked and shook his finger at Cassidy. ”Ay, come 'ere my pirate man” Cassidy said softly, put down his mug and spread his hands. Eccarius walked to Cass and they hugged tightly. "You know, I had never a proper wardrobe before. Now I have more than ten sets of every possible rag there is and I don't even know if I'll ever have the possibility to wear 'em all." Cassidy laughed. "Well, sir, I must show my love somehow and let the world know that you are all mine" Eccarius replied and kissed Cass.

[Read the the rest on AO3]

#preacher amc #preacher fan fiction #preacher fanfic #cassidy #proinsias cassidy #Eccarius #Cassidy x Eccarius #fan fiction #joe gilgun #adam croasdell #the chronicles of cassidy and eccarius #preacher

[casseythebee]

Passing Notes

Bingo Spot: Passing notes 

Summary: The Avengers are in a meeting and Shuri and Peter decide to have some fun but eventually, everyone starts to join in

Words: 1.1k

Warning: none 

A/N: I was not sure how to end this at all, so it’s got a shitty and quite anticlimactic ending. My b

[Peter’s POV]  

“I don’t want to.” 

“Peter, son, you are an Avenger now. Everyone has too,” Steve reassures. 

I ignore him and walk into the conference room. “This is stupid,” I complain slumping into a chair. 

When Nat walks by me she ruffles my hair. “Chin up, kiddo. They can be fun sometimes. Shuri and T'Challa should be here in any minute, and when the meeting’s over maybe Stark will let you guys use his lab.” 

That perks me up a bit. I’m allowed to use the communal lab, but Mr. Starks is mostly off limits. His lab has a lot more complex and futuristicy equipment, I’m only allowed to even go into his lab on special occasions, and maybe Shuri being here will count. “How long will the meeting last?”

“That depends.” Scott walks in and plops down a few seats down from me. He doesn’t have his suit on and looks much younger in civilian clothes, ratty jeans and a t-shirt that has one too many holes in it. Hope on the other hand looks almost too formal with her neatly combed black hair and loose blouse tucked into a pencil skirt. She dresses a lot like Mrs. Stark. 

Finally Shuri and T'Challa make an entrance but it is a lot more subdued than expected, they just walk in and take a seat like anyone else, like they aren’t ruling monarchs of an advanced African country. T'Challa chooses a seat at the head of the table in between Dr. Strange and Steve, while Shuri prefers to sit next to me. A few more people trickle in, Wanda settling next to Shuri and Vision materializes into the room only to lean against the wall. 

Here comes the boring part, debriefing. Mostly just going over different accounts of what happened from different angles, asking clarifying questions, and discussing how we can do better next time. Like I said, boring. 

“Alright no more talking, come on.” Steve mostly runs the meetings, he has a lot of military experience and is good at commanding crowds, which apparently makes him good at running meetings. I guess? “Now Wanda we definitely need to work on slipping you into the building easier. This time Buck had to take out a few guards who started getting suspicious.”

“I know, I know. I could have dealt with them myself if you’d let me.” Her accent is growing fainter the more time she spends with us, it’s almost non existent at this point, other than just a few select words. 

“I think Mrs. Maximoff’s telepathic abilities should be better utilized not only when we need to capture the men but also getting us inside…” Whenever Vision talks, that is when I start to zone out, it gets really boring. He uses a lot of big words and sometimes it seems like he talks like Yoda. 

I feel a tap against my thigh and look over to Shuri flashing me a smile and holding something out to me under the table. It is a very crude drawing of Bucky smashing Mr. Stark over the head with a glass of water. I look back up at her with questions in my eyes, she just gives me a minuscule shrug and looks back forward. Without shifting too much, I snatch the pen from in front of me and scratch out a message for Shuri under the drawing. 

I wish he would do that to Steve so we don’t have to listen to him lecture us on how to best utilize our strength. 

Our elbows bump and I pass the note along to Shuri under the table. While she is reading and responding I look around the table at the differing states of attention. A lot of the adults are nodding along with what Steve is saying, like T'Challa and Tony. While Wanda is swirling her fingers around as little red flashes jump between her fingers. 

I rip off a piece of the paper on the table and draw a quick stick figure drawing of Wanda using her powers to make Shuri’s braids float in the hair. Trading papers with Shuri, I ask her quietly to pass it to Wanda. She opens it and gives a light chuckle before giving it to Scott, who is sitting next to her. We all know Hope will not be caught passing notes so Scott reaches behind her seat to hand it to Wanda. Before Scott can finish retracting his hand Hope gives his arm a light slap, as a warning. 

The whole encounter seemed to go unnoticed by the other people in the room, so we proceeded to pass notes. Some little drawings of the other Avengers, ranging from Tony and an anteater slow dancing to tinny Scott and I in a Lego castle. We also pass written notes talking about how boring the meeting is and our plans for when it is over. The entire time Hope seems very exasperated, but she finally gives in and adds lyrics to the drawing of Mr. Stark and the anteater. 

I’m in the middle of drawing Wanda making a tornado with the papers in the room when I feel something tickling my face. I look over to see one of Shuri’s floating in the air and slapping me on the nose. I make a face and stick my tongue out to Wanda and make a new note. 

You are poop. Love, Spider Man. 

“Have Wanda pass this to Vision,” I whisper to Shuri. 

After a second of passing and giggling, the note starts floating towards Vision, Wanda does this while not taking her eyes off of Steve and Mr. Stark. 

When Vison reads the note he looks over to me without talking and gives me a quizzical look. 

Next Wanda draws a note to Bucky and Scott uses his ants to send it to him. Bucky’s face gets bright red when he sees the drawing of him and Steve kissing under the stars. When Shuri draws a picture of one big spider and one small one naming them Mama Spider (aka Black Widow [aka Natasha Romanoff {aka you}]) and Baby Spider (aka Spider Man [aka Peter Parker]), I use my webs to shoot it under the table and attach it to he left leg. 

She reads it, gives a light chuckle and says, “You are all idiots.” 

“What was that, Nat?” Steve asks, finally not talking about the mission. 

“Oh nothing,” she says coolly, not even glancing at us. 

“No, not ‘nothing’. What is it?” He snatches the note of the table. “‘Mama Spider’?”

We all burst out laughing Natasha included, everyone else stares at us. 

“You guys are all weirdos, but it’s clear that you are not enjoying or gaining any knowledge from this. So you guys can go hang out in my lab now,” Mr. Stark says. “But you stay, Lang. You’re still technically an adult.” 

“Thanks Mr. Stark!” 

#peter parker #natasha romanoff #Bucky Barnes #Steve Rogers #scott lang #Shuri #T'Challa #tony stark #Vision #wanda maximoff #Stephen Strange #hope van dyne #Avengers #marvel #marvel fanfiction #marvel fic #fluff #fluff bingo #marvel fluff

[puckdaniels]

Knew You’d Show Up

Tagging → Quinn Fabray, Noah Puckerman, Kiran Basanti, Sara Puckerman, Abril Briscoe

Time Frame → Late Saturday Night; September 5, 2020

Location → Miami, FL; Uncle Jami’s restaurant

General Notes → At Uncle Jami’s wedding reception, Puck and Quinn see each other for the first time in years… Things are different. [Pinterest ScMoodboard] [Song: Hate the Club by Kehlani]

Tired of going out, scared I’ll run into you

Damn, you know I hate the club But I came 'cause I knew you'd show up Maybe if I drank enough I'll make my way over to ya

Miami wasn't too bad of a place to get married, she supposed.

With the sun setting and the windows on the wall of the restaurant that faced the ocean all retracted to let in the warm, beachy breeze, Sara Puckerman would even say that it was nice. She still preferred Cabo, though. However, she’d never let herself say it out loud tonight because this wasn’t her wedding. It was her Uncle Jami’s.

So she put up with Miami traffic and the rest of Miami for him and his new bride, Evangeline.

“They look good,” her brother said unnecessarily because duh. Noah could be annoying at best, but redundantly annoying at his worst, so she just rolled her eyes and nodded all the same. “Can’t believe it took them ten years.”

“Hashtag: relationship goals.”

“Hashtag: follow me around for a decade so I know it’s real.”

“Hashtag: might as well make it official before we die,” Sara managed to snort out before they both devolved into giggles and got shushed (and poked) by their teïta. Oh yeah, Evangeline’s daughter was giving her little speech about her mother or whatever. But the couple really did look good; her uncle smiling his mischievous grin, looking every bit a famous music mogul in his expensive silk and gold chains in the setting Miami sun, his pretty wife on his arm in a flowing seafoam green gown and her hair draped with pearls like a mermaid who’d caught him with her song. They were made for this place - the city, the newly acquired restaurant that Sara surely would be contracted in filling with the most exquisite artwork from the galleries she worked with.

Her brother might complain that there were too many people at the wedding, but Sara and Evangeline had worked tirelessly to get it down to 300 guests, what with all of Jami’s contacts and celebrity friends made over the years. Of course, only 100 or so guests were invited to stay for the reception; company bigwigs and blood relatives. The most important concern Sara had about the guest list was whether or not they dressed in theme and when exactly Jami and Evangeline would realize that their niece made the theme Miami in the 80s without consulting them. Still, Chris Evans looked great in a vice jacket.

“Speech time,” Noah said and Sara sighed, but straightened so her shoulder pads wouldn’t droop as she made her way to the band stage and took the mic from Evangeline’s daughter with a hug.

“Hi everyone! I’m Sara, Jami’s favorite niece.” Sara smiled, a small thrill going through her like it always did when she spoke in public nowadays, not because she loved the spotlight, but because she overcame the shyness of it she had so long ago. “What can I say about Jamil Levi that hasn’t already been said - or isn’t being currently said?” She chuckled when she noticed the laugh she got out of her uncle. “Honestly, this wedding was such a long time coming, I thought this speech about my uncle would be delivered at his funeral, but here we are. Turns out he did right by my Auntie ‘Vangeline. Finally.” She had to take the mic away from her mouth to avoid cackling into it as the rest of the room echoed her “Finally!” The rest of the speech wasn’t too fancy, just a few stories about her and her brother being around her uncle and her finally aunt and seeing their romance and experiencing the fun of it with them.

“Honestly, you guys are legendary and I love you. And I’m very proud of myself for making it through this speech without crying… So anyway, here’s ‘Wonderwall,’” Sara said, signalling for Noel Gallagher to start his little song where he was waiting behind her on the stage with his guitar and walking off to hug her still laughing uncle. Then she pushed him towards his Evangeline so they could get their first dance on.

After a few minutes of feeling emotional, she decided to intercept a waiter with a tray of champagne and serve a few of the guests herself, thanking them for coming with a wide grin. She carried the mostly empty tray to her table and set it down to kiss Solo’s cheek before turning to beam at Quinn Fabray and her date. “Hey lovely! I’m so glad to see you!” She rushed in for a hug and cheek pecks giddily. “I missed you!”

There were very few people Quinn that would brave the sweltering Florida humidity for. Jami, luckily, was one of them. It was worth the trip, if only to see her mentor actually follow through with the nuptials with his frankly, fantastic intended. It'd been long enough, so long that at times if it hadn't been for the occasional piece in a magazine or celeb gossip site referring to Evangeline as Jami's 'longtime companion', Quinn would've figured they'd already tied the knot. It was sweet, having that kind of connection and Quinn was happy to be part of the day, watching them exchange vows with the rest of Jami and Evangeline's family, friends, and some famous faces because of course.

So she smiled along at Sara's speech, funny and heartfelt as it was. Her smile grew fonder when Kiran's arm curled around the back of her chair, his fingers brushing her shoulder in one of his sweet and subtle gestures. They watched as Noel took to the stage for the happy couple's first dance and Quinn chuckled at Kiran's nod of approval.

"Takes a hell of a guy to get Noel Gallagher's head outta his ass to play a gig," he mused and Quinn agreed with a hum. She'd only reached for her glass of champagne when Sara appeared, bringing her special brand of bubbly and a tight hug that Quinn returned. "Missed you too," she told her. "Feels like it's been forever. You look amazing."

With a giggle, Sara pulled back and shimmied her shoulder pads.

"And you - you look so good and, most importantly, on theme," she returned, a satisfied catlike grin on her face. With a tilt of her head that sent the waves of her bob swinging, she gave a wink to Quinn's date. "It's always so great to see you, too, Kiran. Thank you for coming to the last gallery showing! At least half of the dynamic could be there," she added, blinking innocently but deliberately to Quinn. "Not that I'm bitter that this is my first time seeing you in over a month or anything. In Florida of all places."

"Yeah, I have no idea how the hell you managed to get Jami to greenlight such a theme but I'll chalk it up to the power of Puckerman persuasion." Quinn definitely wasn't complaining, loving any chance to toss on something fun for such a happy occasion, and she knew as soon as she saw the colors and vibe it had Sara's artistic flair all over it. She didn't miss the dig about the long gap since their last meeting (it was hard not to, Sara's hint was as unsubtle as her shoulder pads), and Quinn shook her head while Kiran laughed.

"I'm just here as a designated purse holder," he quipped, lifting the clutch that'd been sitting in his lap since the pair had sat down. "But it's good to see you again. "

Quinn rolled her eyes good-naturedly. "Please. I got the rundown since he wouldn't stop talking about your pieces. Feels like I was there too instead of being stuck in Atlanta." The Florida of it all made her smile, because despite the state, it was still a lovely setting. "Florida might not be so bad today, at least. I see that's your handiwork. But I should be around the city more in the next few weeks, so we'll make a plan."

"Well, you know I'm always all about the aesthetic no matter where we go, so I figured palms and neon will at least look good on the blogs." Sara started to tip back her glass of champagne, but paused when she caught a glimpse of someone over Quinn's shoulder. "And where are you two going?"

What answered her was a roll of eyes and the sound of flip-flops that had long ago been switched from her own borrowed pumps as her roommate flip-flopped around the couple Sara was speaking to and took a seat in the unoccupied chair beside them. Abril Briscoe didn't look too happy and neither did the almost 15-month old in her arms. "I'm sitting in my seat."

That made Sara's frown almost comical at that point as she looked between Abril, the empty seat next to her still and then Quinn and Kiran.

"Auntie Vange's seating chart sucks," she mumbled to herself before straightening and having a seat herself. "Quinn, Kiran, this is my roommate, Abril, and her little one, Ezekiel. Abril, this is Quinn and Kiran. Kiran owns that restaurant we went to for Amir's birthday and Quinn works on music stuff with Uncle Jami. It's more important than that, but I wouldn't be able to tell you."

Sara watched as her roommate's eyes went wide with recognition almost immediately, her back straightening as her face went suspiciously blank. "Quinn Fabray? Oh."

The pause in their conversation and the arrival of a new someone, toting another allowed Quinn to reach for her glass, taking a minute sip of the champagne as Sara made the introductions. Kiran offered a smile to Sara's roommate and a wave to the toddler in her arms while Quinn laughed at the broad overview of intros.

"That's the general gist, I guess." She nodded in greeting at the other woman, her smile turning curious at the reaction that followed, the shift in posture and expression. "Quinn Fabray, yes. I'm sorry, do we know each other?"

Quinn's gaze briefly shifted to Sara, but returned, polite but searching. Vaguely she wondered if Sara had ever mentioned having a roommate, and couldn't recall an earlier reference though the woman seemed to know who she was, and that was interesting.

Sara watched as more realization crossed Abril's face with a wince. "Oh, well, I guess you don't know who I am. That's fine. Okay." Then Abril turned to her expectantly.

"Oh, so I guess I don't really talk about my roomie that much," Sara said, mostly just so that there were words in the air taking up space and time until she could figure out how to spin this in the most gentle way. "It hasn't been that long; maybe 5 or so months, but I love being an auntie!"

Abril didn't look entertained as she shifted her baby in her lap and Sara didn't even glance at Quinn to see what she looked like. "Where's your brother, Sara?"

Quinn considered her reaction, further puzzled by the woman and her tone that edged on bothered. She looked at Sara just as Abril did, her confusion evident at the words offered that were in no way an explanation. In fact, it only seemed to add to the vibe, confusing and slightly awkward and Quinn felt Kiran shift beside her, his hand absently rubbing her shoulder while he reached for his drink and her gaze narrowed slightly at Sara's words. "I'm sorry, what? Auntie?"

Kiran had only lifted the glass to his lips when he glanced over, noting Quinn's question and the way Sara hadn't bothered to acknowledge Quinn after her comment. "Oh is this your son?" Kiran asked politely, smiling at Abril and the baby in her arms. "He's adorable."

When Abril turned back to Kiran to introduce Ezekiel properly, Sara felt a bit of relief from the heavy gazes, but she still knew better than to look at Quinn. Beautiful Quinn. Smart Quinn. Soon to shish-kabob her Quinn. Instead, she turned in her seat and stretched up to see if she could catch Noah. And there he was, her brother in his stupid Miami print shirt and gold chain dancing with their mother. She tried to set him on fire with her eyes as best as she could until he finally met her gaze and made his way over, confusion on his face as he pushed through the crowd. Abril was explaining that Easy was 15 months when Puck finally reached the table and frowned at the strained atmosphere. "Sara, what did you do?"

"Nothing! Why is - Why would I have done something? I'm just... sitting. Not drinking enough."

Rolling his eyes, he turned to nod at Quinn, then the man he recognized as Quinn's boyfriend Kiran, then finally smiled at Abril and the little boy in her lap who lit up at the sight of him and called out, "Honey!" Puck maneuvered around the table until he could pull his son out of Abril's lap and kiss his face all over. "Habibi! You having fun with Mommy and Auntie? Making new friends?" He turned back just in time to catch Sara dropping her face into her hand. "What am I missing?"

There were a few reactions she could sift through but so far, annoyed was winning out. It grew the longer Sara pointedly avoided her, and she grit her teeth. Watching Kiran make polite talk eased it a little, appreciative of his cool head in most situations which she supposed must come in handy working in a high stress environment like a kitchen. This felt like a damn setup. Her face was neutral, with a decidedly frosty expression in hazel eyes. The woman she now knew as Sara's roommate was clearly more. To Sara and apparently Puck. Who managed to breeze through, festive for the occasion, and she barely acknowledged his greeting though Kiran managed a hello. Her focus was on the child, who looked very much like his father. He was indeed adorable, and she could admit that despite her irritation.

"It would seem that I'm the one who missed something," Quinn replied, her tone even and deceptively light. "Guess I'm further out the loop than I'd realized. You have a son."

Despite Quinn's possession of the notion, Puck still found himself really confused at the way she spoke. "Yeah, well... we haven't spoken in a minute, so..."

He noticed Abril shifting awkwardly in her seat and sat down next to her, letting Easy stand on his lap and press moist (always moist) hands against his cheeks while humming, "Hnn-nee, hnn-nee." The mother of his child had a tight expression on her face, one he knew they would be addressing as soon as they got away from this table. "Weird seating arrangement, huh? Hey Solo."

"That's what I'm saying!" Sara burst out, ignoring how their step-uncle-slash-Noah's fucking ex boyfriend quickly looked away as if her wasn't paying attention and turning instead to Quinn, wonderful, beautiful, sizzling under the surface Quinn. "I really wanted to avoid all this awkwardness. This just sort of happened. I should've looked at the seating chart."

Puck didn't quite understand Sara's apologetic tone towards Quinn; despite them being broken up for longer than they'd been together, his sister had maintained a friendship with the woman and was careful not to flaunt it in his face. Unlike the rest of his family - oh, maybe that's why Abril was upset. He stood suddenly and tightened his grip on the boy. "Hey, Briscoe, let's talk a little. Excuse us, please."

Quinn wasn't entirely certain Sara hadn't been responsible for the seating arrangements, considering how involved she'd been with planning. And now she was saddled with surprises and forced small talk. She conceded Puck's point with a small tilt of her head, and fully ignored Sara's thin explanation about awkwardness. Awkward, she expected. There would always be a little bit in interactions with Puck's family. She could manage that, considering she was hardly around them much, at least in such great numbers. She hadn't even noticed Solo had also been seated there. Ambushed, however, was a different matter. A surprise in toddler form, looking like a perfect mix of her ex and the woman who apparently knew enough about her to be bothered. Quinn watched as Puck stood and excused himself, and turned to Kiran.

"Think we could both use a refill. Do you mind?" He nodded, and she knew he was grateful for an escape, giving her shoulder a squeeze before getting up and heading to the bar. With the table a little less crowded, Quinn turned her focus to Sara, irritation evident in her eyes. "Seriously?"

"Oh, don't look at me like that." Sara could understand that this was a lot of information to process for Quinn, but she was sure there was a way she could leave this conversation without blame. "How was I supposed to know my aunt was going to put every person Noah ever fucked at the same table as the cousins?"

"The fact that you think the seating arrangement is the problem let's me know you're full of it," Quinn replied tersely. She shook her head. "You seem to have left out a ton of important information in those sporadic phone calls."

"Well, ehh." Maybe now was not the time or place to argue about the seating arrangement, Sara conceded. She tapped acrylics together to give her fingers something to do and then looked imploringly to Quinn. "Okay, you have to understand how not fair this is for me, right? My brother hasn't spoken to you in years - you haven't spoken to me about my brother in years - so by the time I realized you didn't know he had a baby, it was kinda weird to bring the baby up. Right?" Suddenly, she snapped her fingers. "But you didn't even recognize Abril - did you unfollow me on Instagram?"

Quinn cut her a sharp look, but it was a fair point; the subject of Puck hadn't been brought up for a long time. That particular chapter of her life had closed and her relationship with Sara had operated independent of what no longer existed between Quinn and the elder Puckerman.

"Right, so the choices were say nothing or wedding ambush? Makes sense." She scoffed and wished Kiran would return with her drink. She was in dire need of something heavy on the whiskey or gin. Sara's question made her brow furrow; She'd unfollowed Puck a long time ago, feeling as if a clean slate would be better in the long run, but not Sara.

"No," she replied with a shake of her head. "But I turned off notifs ages ago and haven't really kept up with social media in some time." Saying it aloud made her sound like just the type of 'too busy for you' celebs she hated, but she had been preoccupied with a seemingly non-stop schedule, it was possible that the error was also on her, as well. Quinn sighed. Still annoyed, but slightly less, she turned to Sara. "How long has she been living with you?"

"Just since the beginning of the year when Abril's lease was up. It was Puck's idea. We collectively decided to buy a brownstone." She gave a dismissive wave of her hand at that and got back to what she wanted to talk about: her. "No ambush, sis. At the most, I thought you'd see them across the room and just come to the natural conclusion." With an impressive shrug of her big shoulders, Sara tipped the rest of her champagne back. "But you forgive me for this and I'll forgive you for being too famous for me, yeah?"

"I see." Quinn gave a short nod. The 'natural conclusion' seemed like a shitty way to avoid responsibility, but pointing that out felt like an argument she wasn't trying to have on someone else's wedding day, when there was alcohol to drink and exes to pointedly avoid. "You're not off the hook, not by a mile," Quinn warned, though there was no real bite behind it. That would come later when they weren't caught up in the atmosphere of love, and at least not in the presence of a handful of Grammy award winners. "But I'll consider this a truce."

"We'll chat in New York," Sara promised, more relieved than anything that nothing got loud. Though she was sure any incident would soon be overshadowed by the inevitable celebrity nonsense, but still she hated when Quinn was annoyed with her. She opened her mouth to say as much, but then was stopped at the return of Abril and her little boy to their seat. "Hi, Easy! Auntie missed you."

"I'm sure Auntie did," Abril said, shaking her head at Sara and turning to Quinn. "I'm so sorry about... that. There was some confusion, but I think Puck cleared it up for me pretty good. It's nice to meet you, Quinn, especially since you understand what it's like to be around these people."

Sara rolled her eyes and glanced behind herself to see where Puck had gone off too. Surprisingly, he and Kiran were standing at the bar, talking over glasses of something amber. She narrowed her eyes at that - typical men.

"I'm sure," was all she managed to get out before Abril returned, son in tow. Quinn offered a polite smile to the woman and her apologetic words. It seemed she'd been a victim of the weird circumstances as well and Quinn wasn't about to hold that against her. Her smile shifted to genuine laughter at 'these people', knowing exactly how Puck's family could be in any given situation. "No need to apologize, it's totally fine. They're practically a twenty-four hour telenovela." Her gaze fell briefly to the little boy. "You have a beautiful son. I'm sure Teïta has been very busy spoiling the hell out of him."

She'd only seen the older woman briefly but was sure there'd be an ambush in her future later on, especially with Kiran in tow. Kiran, who, as she followed Sara's gaze was apparently chatting up Puck at the bar. Quinn could only imagine that conversation but opted against it.

"Oh, thank you." Abril pressed a kiss to her baby's sugar brown curls, obviously grateful that the earlier tension was gone. She smiled a bit at the mention of Teïta. "I mean, yala, like, I'm surprised she isn't already over here scooping him up. She was in the hotel room last night with just snacks on snacks on snacks. He thought it was Christmas and tried to leave with her when she left to go back to her room. Noah had to bring him to her room this morning, too."

Quinn laughed, knowing few kids could resist a food haul and tempting grandparents. "That's adorable. And pretty relatable. That snack rush is a good one." Her gaze drifted back to the bar, noting the drink beside Kiran's hand that was clearly meant for her she shook her head. "I know he's forgotten all about my cocktail," she muttered, shaking her head as Kiran and Puck continued their conversation. She turned back to Sara and Abril and flashed them a quick smile. "If you ladies will excuse me, I need to go rescue my damn drink from that social butterfly."

Quinn got up and made her way to the bar, catching the tail end of conversation about...movies. Which seemed anticlimactic and no real excuse for why her drink wasn't in hand. "Almost thought you were behind the bar making it yourself," she told her boyfriend. She smiled when he did and accepted the highball glass he passed to her, taking a long sip and savoring the smooth bite of the whiskey sour.

"Sorry, we kinda ran into Chris Evans and that sparked a whole action movie debate." Kiran shook his head. "Plus some prime people-watching happening at the bar. Puck's good for the running commentary."

Quinn regarded Puck, and gave a brief nod. "I'm sure."

"Well, you know most of these people, right? I'm sure you already know what we're saying, Fabray," Puck said, nodding back to his ex. He took a sip of his drink and regarded the pair over it, hazel eyes deliberate in the way they swept over Quinn and her dress before dragging up the long form of Kiran in his suit. They looked good together. "Kiran, I know my uncle was interested in your opinion on the venue since he bought it. I don't think he even named it yet, but he wouldn't shut up about the kitchen when he gave us the tour yesterday."

She could, considering it was a weird mix of faces in the crowd. Quinn hadn't done much mingling since small talk with celeb types felt like work and this was strictly a non-work trip, so she could settle for petty snipes. "I've probably said worse, so yes."

Mentions of a kitchen and Quinn knew Kiran would be interested, face brightening and he glanced around.

"It's a beautiful place. If the kitchen's anything like the view, I'm sure he won't have a hard time finding a head chef to run the place. I know plenty of people looking to be poached if he's interested." Quinn shook her head. "Ruthless. Jami likes hijacking talented people, so he'll probably consider it."

She fished out the cherry in her drink, chewing on the sweet maraschino before speaking again.

"How's work?" she asked Puck, figuring his job was a safe topic and also, she was curious about where it had taken him.

Tucking away the idea of chef poaching to present to his uncle later, Puck gestured for the bartender to bring them all a new round of drinks. He arched a brow at Quinn's rather diplomatic question, but answered, "I'm with the New York Aquarium now. The team there is amazing - Abril's actually our director - and we're pretty excited about this year's exhibits. You should tell Frannie about it. I bet her kids would love it. I remember Vinni freaking out about the octopuses, but I'm sure she's over it by now."

That was surprising, learning he worked with Abril, though Quinn's expression remained unchanged. "That's great for you," she offered, the compliment simple but sincere, lips eventually lifting in a brief smile at the mention of her sister and niece. "Octopuses had a good run, but she's pretty deep into a mermaid obsession. I'm sure it won't take much convincing that the aquarium's got a few merfolk to get her excited about it. I'll let Fran know." Frannie would surely appreciate the gesture, getting the kids out and also seeing Puck. Though Quinn wondered how she'd take the news of Puck's baby-shaped surprise. "The twins have never been to an aquarium, far as I know. It'll be a good first experience for them."

"Oh God, mermaids," Puck snorted, remembering a whole debacle about the same subject when Abril first got the director position. "You guys might need to bring Vinni to Coney Island for that one, but I'm sure the twins will have a blast. Ever since Easy started walking, he acts like every visit is the first time. It's cute." He accepted his new drink with a brief quirk of lips to the bartender. "So what's new with you guys? Another restaurant? Another Grammy? Or is that just same shit, different day, hmm?"

Perhaps it was the newness of it all (and of course the surprise pelting of information), but hearing Puck mention his son (his son) was so surreal. Quinn knew a wedding definitely wasn't the time to process all of that, but the ease in which he casually referenced a moment with his son (his son, Jesus would that ever stop sounding so...next dimension), it was intriguing. And a little endearing. There was a flavor of the Puck she'd known, tucked beneath the palm-printed dress shirt. Something in the way he sipped his drink, what he ordered, and the way he could casually keep up a conversation without really revealing much at all. That, she could recall, despite the passage of time and the wildly different places they found themselves in. Quinn smiled at Kiran when he plucked her empty glass from her hands and replaced it with the new round that Puck had ordered, letting the small lift of lips linger when she turned to Puck.

"They're great at that age," she replied politely. "Everything's just fun and new and you're a bit jealous of their energy level. Vinni still kicks my ass with every auntie outing." She sipped her whiskey. "No more awards just yet but I'm good and busy. Can't complain at all."

Kiran nodded. "'Bout the same. New restaurant's opening in Atlanta in a few months. I'll be glad when it is, my hair can't take this stress." He patted the side of his stylish cut and Quinn smiled, gently rapping her knuckles upside his head.

"You're fine, stop fishing for compliments." She glanced at Puck. "Sara mentioned you bought a brownstone? Major level adulting happening."

At the mention of energy levels, Puck looked beyond the couple just in time to catch the sight of Ezekiel spilling something across the table causing Abril's face to twist in the way it did before curses in multiple languages started to fly. Snorting softly through his nose at both his son's antics and the humbleness of the pair beside him, he couldn't help but watch and admire their dynamic. Quinn gave nothing away as always, but he knew her enough still to see that she and this guy... Kiran - they were happy. One of those couples that made you imagine the intimacy between them, maybe not the kind Puck's mind automatically jumped to, but he could picture them laughing together on the cab ride back to their hotel, Quinn resting her head on his shoulder, Kiran knowing to twine their fingers together without asking. It was nice and it didn't hurt to see as much as Puck always thought it would.

"God, that fucking brownstone," Puck said when his mind finally caught up with the conversation. "For whatever reason, it's in my name, but that's all Sara and Abril." He took a sip of his drink, rolling the bourbon on his tongue at the thought of the check Sara had tried to give him then decided to give to Abril as 'our dad's gift to his grandson' when Puck rejected it. Sure enough, the Brooklyn brownstone they put a down payment on was in the seven-figure range, but there were enough people paying on the mortgage that by the time Easy was old enough to own property, it would be paid off.

"I got this deal, right? With the housing association? I'm the super for the block. So basically I haven't known peace for the last six months." As if he summoned it, he had to move to the side a bit so that someone long and dressed in something slinky could rub a hand against his bicep on her way to calling down the bartender, but he just rolled his eyes. "Just had a flashback; you wouldn't believe how many times this one mother of four 'loses' the battery to her fire alarm."

Quinn had noticed the subtle shift in Puck's gaze, and figured he was no doubt keeping watch of the happenings at the table. Which was interesting, seeing him in parent mode. Interesting, and still pretty damn surreal. She chalked it up to time, passing as it did. The only explanation she could think of that would've brought them to this point, Puck with a kid and a brownstone in tow...and apparently the complaints of a few floors worth of whiny tenants. The idea of Puck--he of the short patience--being anyone's super only added to the familiarity of that general chaotic weirdness of his life that Quinn was glad to see he maintained. She'd called them 'Wandering Jew' tales back in the day, and remembering that little tidbit was enough to make her smile, grin growing when Kiran laughed at Puck talking about the attention his position in the building afforded him.

"That's not surprising at all," she replied. "Those housewives always appreciate a pretty face who's handy with a step ladder. Sure you're very popular with all the Fabletics crowd."

"Fabletics..." At that, the man gave an over-dramatic shudder. "So much Lululemon and early afternoon red wine." With another shudder, Puck shook his head a last time, then tossed back the rest of his drink. As much as he, surprisingly, didn't mind catching up with Quinn and Kiran, he could sense a tantrum coming along - whether from Abril or Easy, he wasn't sure, but he knew he needed to intercept. "Well, it's good to see you guys here. I'm glad y'all are doing well and, Kiran, you gotta tell me more about Atlanta when we get back to the table, but let me go get habibi before he wanna be startin' somethin', y'know?"

He nodded at the couple and maneuvered around them to head back to the table just in time to scoop up the little boy who had just scrunched up his face. "None of that. Let's go step on the beach, huh? I know you're tired of everyone."

Ezekiel just whined and placed his face in his father's neck. Glancing over all the curls, Puck met his sister's eyes in a significant enough way to get her sighing. The last thing he wanted to do was talk about his ex... or his other ex... or his other ex, but they were all sitting at the table through duck and dessert, so it was now or never.

"Abril knows about you and Solo, right?" Sara asked as soon as they stepped out of the restaurant and onto the stone path towards the water. "Yeah, she knows about everything. I'm sure she just didn't expect to have him sitting across from her. Or Quinn sitting next to her."

"Why are you talking to me like I arranged the seating? Because I. Did. Not. I'm just as... flabbergasted as everyone else. It's like an episode of Maury or something," she huffed, halting as the stones petered off so her heels wouldn't sink in the sand. Puck was kind enough to stop with her, letting Easy slide down his body to hang off his leg. "Are you okay?"

At first, the question felt weird because people didn't usually ask him, but eventually he nodded. "I'm fine. It's... I'm fine. I expected to see her, but I didn't expect to be fine about it. Y'know?"

"I know," Sara looked at him softly for a moment and then gestured back to the party. "Go back in. I'll sit out here with Ease for a little while you mingle. We could both use a break."

"You sure?" At her nod, he bent and picked up his now wiggling little boy, then passed him to his aunt. Then he walked back into the party.

"Seems like duty calls," Kiran remarked as the pair watched Puck walk back towards their table to mercifully relieve Abril from what Quinn could see was the beginnings of a kiddie meltdown. That in itself was...surprising, and she gave a small hum at her boyfriend's casual observation. For her part, she drained her glass and debated another. She hated drinking too much around a work crowd but figured since it was a wedding (and she'd had enough surprises to make shit awkward), another wouldn't hurt. She ordered a whiskey sour, lips lifting in a small smile when Kiran's hand reached past her to tip the bartender. She caught his fingers in her grasp afterwards, linking them sweetly and turning her face to meet his, glad when he took the hint and leaned in for a brief kiss that was exactly right in the moment. They moved out of the way for the rest of the party goers, lingering on the edges of where tables met the dancefloor that many seemed to be taking advantage of and Kiran gave her hand a small squeeze.

"Just know if we're forced into some kinda line dance, that's our cue to exit" he told her, waiting for the laugh that would follow and sure enough, the rasp of it was enough to make him smile. "I don't know if the cupid shuffle is a valid reason to duck out, but it's a very strong case."

Running away just yet didn't seem like an option. Even if the seating arrangements were...less than ideal. Still, their brief interaction with Puck at the bar proved civil was possible. Hell, Quinn would even call it pleasant. Perhaps that was the liquor talking because she was still stuck on surreal with the son reveal, and figured that wasn't changing anytime soon. Still, it was manageable. Especially with Kiran. "We can take a lap around the party, head back when it's time for you to pretend like you aren't judging the food."

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I'm Not a Bad Person- Chapter 6

SUMMARY: Troy Otto does have feelings you know. He's in the process of figuring them out; especially when it comes to his childhood friend, Jaymie. Whatever they are, they're rooted deep, and they're growing.

WARNINGS: Language, Warped thoughts, Violence.

WORD COUNT: Fuck if I know.

PAIRING: Troy Otto x OFC

AUTHOR'S NOTE: My plan is to follow along with the events of season 3, but with my OFC involved. I'll veer off plenty of times and probably switch shit up completely. Not sure yet. We'll be exploring different characters' perspectives throughout the series. I'm not great at this writing thing but I try my best. Hope you like it enough. All characters except my OFC don't belong to me.

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Chapter 6

(Jaymie's POV)

The next day, a memorial service was held to honor Charlene- Jeremiah's goddaughter. She was the pilot of the helicopter that Jake, Alicia, Luciana, and Travis were on. She survived the crash, but the dead got her on the way back to the ranch.

To be honest, I didn't like Charlie. She was such a bitch to me. It was because her dad had an affair with my mom, and her parents split up. So she took her anger out on me.

One particular day she was talking shit; telling our mutuals I'd end up a whore just like my mother. That was stupid of her, mostly because Troy happened to be walking by. He turned and made a beeline straight to Charlene and decked her; no questions asked. I laughed my ass off when I found out. Wish I could have seen it first hand.

Naturally, Troy got in sooo much trouble. Mainly because he hit a girl. Pretty hypocritical of Jeremiah, but he was a "Do as I say, not as I do," type of parent. So, Troy was grounded for a month. That didn't stop me from sneaking in to the Otto's house every single night though. I'd take him desert and we'd stay up till 3 or 4 in the morning playing cards and board games.

Anyway, after Charlie's service, it was lunch time. I worked the line with my friend Gretchen, scooping globs of mac and cheese onto everyones' trays. Madison and Alicia were approaching, and I heard a community resident giving them a hard time. I felt bad for them, until Alicia said that people should be harassing Troy instead of them. Madison responded, 'I think they would be if they knew what he had done.' I know what Troy did was fucked up. That won't stop me from defending him though. Nothing will. I guess that makes me fucked up too; and I'm fine with that.

Both Madison and Alicia stopped abruptly, making eye contact with me. They realized I was serving, and that I most likely heard what they said. I tried not to let it show that it bothered me, but I know my eyes looked sad.

Gretchen broke the awkward silence with her subtle humor and kind words. Then she invited Alicia to attend one of her "Bible studies" (which was actually just a handful of our friends getting together to drink and smoke pot). There was no hiding Alicia's reluctance, but Madison practically made the decision for her to go. I'm grateful for it, because I need to figure Alicia out. Is she trustworthy? Could I see myself becoming friends with her?

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About 2 hours later...

(Jake's POV)

How am I going to convince Troy that he needs to stay away from the Clarks? Ever since T.E. began he's been harder to control. I need Jaymie's help on this. She's the only person who has more influence on him than I do.

I find the two of them working together on mending one of the crops' fences. Both their faces are plastered with smiles. They kneel, preparing to wrap extra barbed wire around the bottom of a post. I can't make out what they're saying, but Jaymie throws her head back with a vivacious laugh. She nudges Troy with her shoulder, and he retaliates with a playful shove, causing her to topple over. She counterattacks by throwing a handful of dirt at him. They're honestly adorable.

It's a heartwarming sight to watch my brother in normal-human-being mode; and genuinely happy. Jaymie's good for him. Except on occasion she tends to enable his psychotic side. Though I'll admit that many times his semi-sociopathic behavior has been in her defense. He saw nothing wrong with it when he ki- ...never mind. I don't want to think about that. Anyway, the pros still outweigh the cons by a long shot, and they really are a good match. I kind of thought they'd have gotten together by now.

Troy offers Jaymie a hand and pulls her back to a kneeling position. She tries to wipe the dirt off that she threw at him, but she's actually making it worse since her hands are covered in soil. They're still laughing when I reach them.

Troy notices my presence and his smile falters slightly. "The boar's back. Keeps digging up the fence posts to get to the cabbage. Could use an extra pair of hands tracking it tonight."

May as well cut to the chase. "Stay away from Madison and her family."

"They're my friends."

"They came here under my invite. They trust me."

"They came here not to get eaten. I wouldn't flatter yourself."

Jaymie snickers at Troy's response, then looks at me with a grin she tries to suppress.

"Yeah, but they're staying cause I said I'd protect them- from you.

"And how are you going to do that?"

I knew this would be difficult. "Please don't do this, Troy. Please. I'm the one who still believes in you."

"Well I don't need you to anymore."

"Yeah, you do. If the ranch knew what you really are-"

"And what am I Jake?"

I look to Jaymie for an assist, but she's clearly upset with me. She stands and stalks toward me, grabbing my arm to pull me away from the scene. "What the hell would you say that for?!" She scolds me quietly.

"You know he broke in to Madison's cabin and threatened Nick?"

"And you're dumb enough to believe she's not over exaggerating?"

"Do you have any idea what he was doing at the depot? Do you?" Her expression is unreadable. "He was murdering people, Jaymie; timing how long it took them to change."

She sighs. "Yeah, yeah I know."

"Then why are you standing here upset with me?" I don't understand. She's acting like it was no big deal.

There's venom in her response. "Because of what you said to him back there, about what he is. You act like he's some kind of monster, Jake. He's your brother! Why would you say that?!"

I cannot believe what I'm hearing right now. So much for getting Jaymie on my side. I walk passed her and reapproach Troy. "Do you really think you were helping those people out at the depot?"

"I think I was helping all of us."

Alright. This is going nowhere. Let's try a different angle: "Troy, when Dad's gone, this is all on us. We have to take care of this place. We have to lead."

"Together." His tone sounds incredulous.

"Yeah. But I need you to do something for me. I need you to stay away from the Clarks. Do you hear me?"

"Yep. I hear you."

"Do you mean it?"

"I always mean it, Jake."

There's nothing more I can say. I turn to leave, and as I pass Jaymie, I beg her in a commanding tone, "Please help me with this. I need you on my side. Troy needs you on my side. He just doesn't realize it." She narrows her eyes at me with annoyed inquisitivity. "Just, think about it, alright?"

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(Troy's POV)

Jaymie's so pissed off at Jake. She's always got my back. It doesn't matter who it is or what it's about. I know she doesn't agree with everything I've done. She does try and steer me in a different direction sometimes. I don't listen to her as much as I probably should, but whatever I end up doing, she never ever judges me. She's the only one. God, I love that girl... Wait, what?

"You alright?"

"Huh?" I didn't even notice she was by my side again.

"Forget what Jake said."

"Wasn't even thinking about it."

"Good." She gets back to helping me with the barbed wires, in silence, until, "Maybe we should both avoid Nick and Madison. Just for now?"

"Nah, I'm gonna have Nick help out with the boar tonight." I feel her looking at me. "It'll be fine, Jayms."

She considers my words for a moment then nods. "Alright. Well, I gotta get ready for Gretchen's Bible study. I'm gonna try and get to know Alicia; see what I think of her."

I give her a half-hearted smirk. "Have fun with that." I'm just bummed out she's leaving.

"I'll see you later?"

"Yeah. Later, Jayms." I watch her walk away, lost in the thought I had just a minute ago.

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