#I hear x-files music playing in the background

[tastesousweet]

⭒ the girl with the tattoo (i)

grumpy!matt sturniolo x sunshine!fem oc / reader

summary : matt is a grumpy tattoo artist and y/n books him for her first tattoo.

warnings : needles and pain (not very detailed tho)

mickey speaks : i don't have any tattoos so i actually know nothing ab the procedure lmaooo just guessing but i’ll be writing multiple parts for this. also i am very much self indulging bc i headcannon y/n as poc! but obvi anyone can read there's not much exclusivity ab how i write her, i js wanted to note that for any poc readers <3.

THIS IS PART 1 BTW!!!!

“SHITTT,” you draw out the last syllable at the rumble and screech of your car engine as you continue your attempt to start it.

eventually you throw your head backwards in defeat, annoyed by the unbudging car. this is the actual worst timing. you're supposed to be at the tattoo shop (that is a 12 minute drive from your apartment complex) for an appointment in less than twenty minutes.

you truly want to scream and border on throwing a tantrum but decide it would probably be better to find a solution than complain about the agony further.

you quickly find your roommate's contact, raising your phone to your ear and pinching your eyes shut as the vibrating ring hums through your skull.

"y/n? what's up?" andrea answers confused as you had only just walked out of the door five minutes ago.

"hi drea... so i know you have your own plans right now but is there any way you can give me a ride... please?"

you hear shuffling on the line, "mmm, where to?"

౨ৎ

“thank you again for driving me,” you smile at andrea and squeeze her hand before reaching for the door.

“yes, of course. you can call me when you’re done and i’ll head over here- m’sorry i can’t stay with you.” she replies and exaggerates a frown.

"i'll be fine, i think- i hope..."

"you will be fine. just don't stress or it'll hurt more."

౨ৎ

your arms are crossed tightly over your chest as you make your way into the shop (in its form of an oversized warehouse, fixed up to look stylish and comfortable- something you’d never really seen before). the rickety jingle of a small bell kindly indicates your presence to the rest of the shop.

a few people sitting in a waiting area look up before continuing their conversations (though some continued to stare as you walk by). you see a surprising amount of people crowding in a brightly decorated lounge area, housing many arcade games and a kitchenette.

you reach the receptionist desk and are greeted by a young man dressed casually, humming along to the music playing in the background of the space.

“um, hi. i’m here for my 1:30 appointment.” you state with a smile, you’re suddenly aware of how nervous you truly are.

the brunette looks over to a desktop screen with a soft scrunch of his face, “for y/n, right? huh, that’s crazy…” he rubs his chin, “1:30 was like nine minutes ago,” he looks up at you, almost like he was questioning you; who do you think you are? and why do you think you’re important enough to be late?

as soon as your face begins to morph into fear and embarrassment his own face splits into a large smile as he laughs softly. “i’m sorry- i’m such an ass but i had to- your file said you’re new clientele so i just had to fuck around.”

“you’re sick! i was fully prepared for a fucking lecture on timeliness or something,” you let out a soft laugh.

the boy comes from around the desk holding a paper and clipboard. “yeah, sorry, i’m chris,” he reaches a hand out to which you willingly return and restate your name to him, “‘m not usually up front so you probably talked to asha over the phone when booking.”

you nod and smile at the familiar name, “yeah, she was so helpful over the phone.”

“she’s awesome, i miss her,” he touches each of his shoulders then forehead before kissing his hand and pointing to the sky.

"oh my god? i'm sorry for your loss."

his eyes squint and lips pucker in confusion, "oh, she's not fired she's just on vacation right now."

"so why'd you...?"

chris cuts you off by handing you the clipboard and grabbing a pen from a cluttered mason jar on the desk as he explains, “okay, we’re just gonna have you fill out this quick consultation form; just so you and your artist will be on the same page about things.” you nod in understanding. “keep it brief, matt’s not big on reading large bodies of text,” chris laughs.

“got it,” you smile before turning to find a chair and begin writing. you truly were relieved that chris wasn’t hard on you about being late, for a second you thought you would be lectured and have to carry the guilt of dissapointing someone into a room where you'd be paying to lie in excruciating physical pain. (damn, double homecide)

the sheet had general information to fill before the questions specifically about the tattoo you’d be getting today came.

you go back up to chris once you’re finished.

“cool, follow me we’ll set you up with matt.” he leads the way and your nerves are suddenly back as it's feeling more and more real with each step. you pacify your thoughts by looking around at the many images and messages written in sharpie along the walls of the hallway. there's also plenty of hanging shelves around with vintage trinkets and succulents that compliment the space around.

chris reaches a curtain and dips his head past as if he were checking for something before giving you a chance to see. you notice the small "Matt" embroidered on the black curtain. chris then opens it wide enough for the both of you to walk into the surprisingly large space.

(who you can only assume to be) matt sits comfortably in a wheeled desk chair, legs spread. his elbow rests on the arm of the chair and he holds his head up with two of his fingers, as his middle finger grazes his irritated mouth with a stern look on his face while he scrolls on his phone.

he doesn’t move his position when he looks up at the two of you.

“alright! matt this is y/n,” chris motions between you two. matt hums, placing his phone on the desk and placing his hand out expectantly for the clipboard. chris goes to hand it to him and whispers, “fix your face, jackass,” then turning around to leave you some reassuring words, “good luck y/n, the tat’s gonna look amazing.”

but chris doesn’t see matt exaggerating a large, sarcastic smile from behind him in defense of chris’ words (he immediately drops it though). something that would make you at least giggle if you weren’t so nervous.

“thanks,” your voice is a little hoarse as you haven’t used it in some time. matt watches the boy leave before looking over to you. he rolls the chair closer, reading over your short (as requested) responses.

“you can sit down.” he forms it almost as a question like are you going to sit down or do i have to direct you to do everything?

you sit on the black cushioned bench, lined with a disposable white cloth and begin to fidget with your fingernails as matt goes over your paperwork quietly.

“''kay, so you’re getting a small hello kitty on your lower hip?” he summarizes while checking and signing a few lines on a paper.

“yeah, um, i told asha over the phone that way you could have it sketched already- she told me that’s best and saves time for the both of us.”

his response is a slowed nod and a breathy, “yep,” as he rolls over to his desk and places the clipboard on the surface before opening a drawer and digging through it.

you gaze around the room and wonder if he decorated the space himself or if he wasn’t the type to be bothered enough to add personal things to his work area. almost all the posters are of music artists or tattoos, the most personal things you see are a small picture frame on his desk and a pokémon plushie sat on a chair in the corner of the room. all of which just pose more questions in your working brain.

you notice him switching to a different swivel chair that is lower to the ground and bringing himself (as well as a moving table with already prepared supplies) closer to you.

you’re nervous again. even after your roommate and older brother have both given you advice on first tattoos and the pain expected you’re still finding yourself scared of what to expect. your ear piercings would have nothing on this.

“first tattoo?” matt clarifies, as if he could read your mind. you nod and go to speak but stop when he gestures for you to lay back on the cushion.

you’re sure that he only was searching for a quick confirmation from you and is not too interested in your life or what brings you here but you’ve found that talking relieves your own stress and you absolutely cannot just lay there and only speak when spoken to.

“yeah, i guess m’nervous. i just hope i don’t, like, die from pain or hate the outcome or curse myself in a couple years for the placement- but it's not that i'm doubting that it'd be cute. younger me would be screaming at the fact that i'm even here..." you pause just for a second. "but then again i'm not sure how much forty year old me will appreciate it. so i guess i just don’t know. you know?”

you lean yourself up to get a look at matt, only to realize he has airpods in and simply has not been listening or interested in you (just as you expected). he’s moving his head the smallest amount to the beat as he works on his sketch.

he notices your movement though and takes a headphone out of his ear, “are you okay?” is all he asks.

a pretty broad question. and an anxiety inducing question to ask a girl who's been questioning her decisions as much as you have. you hope you’re okay. will you still be okay when this (mostly) permanent decision is etched into your skin forever? is he okay? will he give you any sense of encouragement or comfort during this process? are tattoo artists typically like this or are you just considered especially needy clientele?

“yeah, i just was- like, curious, i guess.” you mumble a little and internally hate that you feel so insecure in this situation. so out of control.

“was just adjusting my sketch to be a smaller. nothing crazy happening over here.” he shrugs. “you can go ahead and pull your shirt up, though. i’m just gonna clean the area and prep before inking.” he explains to you very straight and to the point.

you fall back into place and obey, inching your shirt up further to expose your lower stomach. you drape your arms over your face to gain composure as you hear matt rip some packaging.

the coolness of the cleaning pad sends your stomach butterflies and you try to not think too hard about the fact that matt’s hands will be on your lower stomach and hip for a good length of time.

eventually matt speaks to you again, “i’m starting so if you’re feeling the need to get the fuck out you gotta do it now or for forever hold your peace.”

you smile a little at his dry joke but when you turn your head to see him fully serious you blink, “no, i’ll be fine. thanks though.”

he just nods his head and goes to put his airpods back in before you’re interrupting again, “wait. whatcha listening to?”

he’s suprised by the question. his clients rarely get too involved in what he’s doing. mostly because he does a great fucking job no matter how few words he may utter over an entire session. there's a mutual understanding there that he's never had to speak up about to anyone. other artists use a strong bond or charisma to secure returning customers but matt finds there’s nothing better to display than his pure talent and passion for his craft. that’s how he keeps clients. they ask and he will always deliver; and that’s how he particularly likes it. no questions and minimal conversation.

the sound of the tattoo gun begins and just for your sake he decides to answer the question without malice, “just some frank ocean instrumental tracks." he places his hands back onto your skin, "don’t start moving.”

you pinch your eyes shut and squeeze your forearms as soon as the initial pain takes over. it’s a feeling you can only describe as a needle poking into you a trillion times at once. which is literally what's happening to you.

you’re not oblivious to matt’s disengagement with your attempts at conversation but you need him to continue to speak to you or else you’ll think too much about the needle actively puncturing you. “oh yeah? i’ve never listened to him before…”

“surprising. he’s pretty big.” matt mumbles slightly, focusing on his work far more than his slight interest in your knowledge of frank ocean.

“mhm. i’ve been meaning to give him a listen. could you share?”

matt’s eyes just move to look up at your face as he tries not to beg you to just be quiet and let him do this so that you both can leave within an hour. “i’m good on that.” he returns to tattooing.

“huh? you can’t share music?”

“i would prefer not to but-” he doesn’t even know why he’s continuing to fuel this anymore.

“what if i add a pretty,” you pause to wince a little as the needle moves lower, “pretty please?”

“i’m almost done,” he mumbles the lie.

“matt?”

he pauses for only a second to glance over to you. he’s met with a face scrunched in pain with an attempted smile that he thinks makes you look more like a doped up hippie than the cute effect you were going for. you plead after his glance, “pretty please?”

he rolls his eyes and sets his tattoo gun down, reluctantly swiveling over to his desk. before you even realize what exactly he’s doing there’s a airy beat of drums and piano playing from a small speaker in the room.

once he's back over to you he can tell you’re smiling even though your face is mostly covered by your arms. “thank you, i needed a distraction or something.”

he mumbles an “mhm” and returns to his work.

౨ৎ

there was generally no talking after that. only a few moments you observed (due to your need to cling on to literally anything going on besides the pinching at your lower side) that were any indication of matt's quiet presence. you noticed when matt would softly hum the lyrics to the instrumentals over the speaker and when you began to tap your fingers out of boredom and nerves, to which he simply placed his hand over them to force them flat while muttering a small “stop.”

when matt was completely finished he asked you if he could take a picture to add to his instagram and you agreed eagerly. he then added a strip of tattoo film over a layer of protective ointment. after he helped you to fully stand he explained how to care for it and how important cleaning is because “that shit will get gunky as fuck.” and you told him that you promise to do everything he said. he also gave you a detailed list on a card for you to follow just in case you forget.

you glance down at your tattoo one last time before you begin to leave the room you’d just spent a lengthy hour of your life in. you assume matt doesn’t want much else from you until he calls your name from his desk. you turn and see him still looking at his phone before glancing up, “uh, what’s your insta handle, so i can tag you in this?”

you don’t know why you’re surprised but you are.

you agree to exchange handles with him before deciding to compliment him once more, “my tattoo is perfect, by the way. i love it so much, thank you.” you want to tell him that you hope you didn’t annoy him too much but you don’t know if that will annoy him more. so you take his nod and hint of a smile as his way of showing appreciation, keeping your own smile bright to mask the crushing feeling of someone seeming so indifferent towards you.

after walking past the curtain and through the trinket-filled hallway you’re back to the main area of the warehouse. you see a different collection of people gathered playing pool and some more huddled on a couch looking at a girl’s phone in awe. chris is busy talking with what seems to be a close friend when you walk up to the reception desk.

when his eyes find your bright expression he’s bouncing back with energy, “hey! i’m assuming it went well?" he asks.

"very well. glad it's over though, i can't lie." you laugh while taking your debit card from your purse.

"yeah, definitely not the best feeling. especially when matt's ugly face is that close to you." chris jokes and takes your card to cash you out.

you laugh along with him but assure him that matt's looks weren't an issue. he raises his eyebrows and has a growing smirk that travels to his eyes when he gives you your card back. you try not the blush at the implication, "i didn't mean it like that."

"right," he nods and chuckles softly, "well hopefully you'll be back for another eventually?" he hands you a receipt.

"i mean how could i not with such a sweet receptionist asking me? i'm sure you get everyone to come back," you joke.

chris shrugs with a cocky grin, "somethin' like that."

౨ৎ

"oh my god it's fucking adorable, what?!" andrea exclaims with a spoonful of frozen yogurt still in her mouth.

she initally begged to see it as soon as she picked you up but you dramatically told her you had just experienced the worst pain of your life and you'd need a sweet treat if you were planning to not sleep the rest of the day away. so she just rolled her eyes and demanded you show her once you both arrive at your favorite frozen yogurt shop (conveniently down the street from your apartment complex).

"i knowww," you respond and quickly pull the lower part of your shirt down with a smile, taking a seat across from drea.

"how'd it go, though? i'm curious. i've only been to warehouse 79 like once, and it was for an event."

"it was good, they were all generally kind and my guy did exactly what i wanted. i'm pretty happy."

"'my guy,' oh okayy?" she takes a bite and smirks.

"not what i meant! i should have just said matt. like, the guy who did my tattoo-"

"mhmm."

"stop.” you smirk, “i mean he was not ugly by any means but he seemed to not care to get to know me at all. which is fine, he's not paid to care about me. but i doubt i'll ever see him again." you shrug taking another bite of frozen yogurt.

꩜⋆ ˚｡⋆🎱˚

#this took way too long #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo triplets fan fiction #sturniolo triplets smut #matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo x you #matt sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo x you #chris sturniolo fanfic #matt sturniolo fanfic #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #tattoo matt n yn

[lonelym00n]

It's (sometimes) okay to trust a stranger

Sam Carpenter x Hicks!Reader

Word Count: 2.7k

Summary: Sixteen year old Sam just needs a friend. Despite the odds, she finds one in you.

A/N: this was supposed to be short but for some reason I couldn't stop myself from making it longer. hope u enjoy anyways!

Harshly slamming your front door shut, you stomped towards your car, hopped in, and quickly started the engine. Your chest was heaving up and down furiously and you could feel tears uselessly streaming down your cheeks. In one last fit of anger, you pounded your clenched fists into the steering wheel. Your temporary breakdown is interrupted at the sight of the front door swinging back open, your mom striding quickly towards you. You move faster than her, shifting the car into reverse and flying into the street without a care in the world. 

You hear your mom scream your name as you shift back into drive and absolutely floor it, cruising carelessly into the slowly darkening night. Hopefully she noticed you were going well above the speed limit, you knew it would piss her off even more if she did. 

Reaching one hand up towards your face, you angrily swipe the tears away before clicking the radio on. The volume is unnecessarily loud, just how you like it. 

As you aimlessly drive, you’re finally able to catch your breath and get a grip on your raging emotions. Deep down you know you had no right to be as mad as you are, but you were just so frustrated with your mother’s behavior lately. She expected you to be so perfect and happy and a ray of fucking sunshine all the time and trying to live up to her high standards had you so exhausted. It didn’t help that she constantly compared you to your younger brother, who she so clearly favored.

Tears welled up in your eyes for the second time and you let them fall. You felt hopeless and defeated. Worst of all, there was nothing you could do to make yourself feel better. You could only accept your fate and lay in the bed that was made for you. 

You pull into an empty parking lot, hug your knees tight to your chest, and force yourself to recall the fight between you and your mother. 

***

You sat in your room, humming along to the music you had idly playing in the background. After finishing all of your homework, you had decided to paint your nails. It was something that you found to be oddly relaxing and it had become a form of self-care for you. 

Before you could open up the bottle of nail polish, a knock sounded at your door. “Come in,” you called. 

The small form of your eleven year-old brother, Wes, peeked into your room. “Mommy says it’s time for dinner.” He grins toothily at you, “She got sushi!”

Though sushi was more of his favorite food than it was yours, you smiled brightly for the boy’s sake. “Mm yum” you hummed, “Race ya to the kitchen.”

He laughed as you took off, sprinting down the stairs and skidding to a halt just in front of the dining room. Before you could even begin to situate yourself at the table, your mom’s overly sweet voice broke your inner peace, “Y/N,” she scolded, “No running down the stairs. You or Wesley could easily get hurt.”

Wes apologized, a small frown on his chubby face. You, however, remained silent and clenched your jaw in irritation. Of course within seconds of her being home, she had already found a way to put a stop to your relaxed state.

She handed out the sushi and you all dug into your respective meals. She and Wes chatted about his day at school while you kept to yourself, deciding instead to scroll mindlessly through your phone. Seeing a particular funny post of Kirby’s, you couldn’t stop the light chuckle from sliding out of your mouth.

Your mother tutted and reached across the table to pluck your phone from your hands. “No phones at the table.”

You had to refrain from rolling your eyes, instead choosing to divert your attention to your nails, noting that they would need to be filed before you applied the polish. 

Your mom turned her attention away from Wes and onto you. “So,” she spoke, sounding extremely cheerful, “How’s school going for you, honey?” 

You sighed before responding, “Okay, I guess. Lots of assignments this week so that sucks, but I guess it’s fine since there aren’t any exams.”

She seemed pleased by your response and bit into another piece of sushi. Just as you were about to turn back to your own meal, she spoke again, “Who do you hang around with these days?” 

You groaned internally, knowing by her tone that nothing good could come out of this conversation. Leave it to Deputy Judy to try and police who you decided to hang out with. You scratched your neck before answering, “Mostly just Kirby these days. Other than her I keep to myself.” 

Her eyebrows raised at your answer before she shook her head. You did roll your eyes this time. “What mom? Go ahead, explain to me what the problem with Kirby is.” 

Needless to say, you were annoyed. She never approved of who you were friends with and wasn’t afraid to tell you exactly what she thought of them. “Well,” she spoke indignantly, “To start, the girl has broken about ten different driving laws. She’s constantly participating in underage drinking and has helped Jill Roberts sneak out of her house on several different occasions. She’s a terrible influence, sweetie, and from what I’ve heard, her parents are almost never home. That’s always a bad sign.”

You huffed and raked your hands through your hair in frustration. “Seriously? It’s Jill’s own choice to sneak out and that has nothing to do with Kirby. All you really have on her is that she’s a shit driver.”

Judy gasped and she raised a scolding finger up at you. “You watch your mouth around your brother, young lady. Bet you learned that awful language from her.”

Your eyes nearly bugged out of your head at your mom’s audacity. “Jesus mom, Kirby’s not the only teenager that swears, you’re so obnoxious sometimes.”

“That’s it!” She stood up and stomped her foot on the ground. “You aren’t allowed to be friends with her anymore!” 

You jumped out of your seat and let out a hysterical laugh at her crazy behavior, “Seriously!? Do you not hear how ridiculous you sound?”

“You better quit while you’re ahead missy.”

You scoffed, the anger coursing through your brain making you feel very bold, “You know what mom? I’m not gonna quit while I’m ahead. I’m sick of you trying to decide who I can and can’t be friends with!” Your lip curled up in defiance and you decided to continue, “You always do this. You always try to put yourself in charge of who I hang out with! I’m done with it. It really pisses me off.”

She looked shocked at your outburst but you didn’t care. She refused to listen to you when you talked calmly so if you had to raise your voice to finally get your point across to her, you would do so gladly. “I don’t know where this behavior is coming from Y/N Hicks but I expect an apology right now.”

You laughed loudly at her words. “No! You know what mom, I’ll tell you where this behavior is coming from. I have no friends because of you! No one at school invites me anywhere because they only see me as the deputy’s nark daughter. And the people who do hang out with me? They all leave!” You threw your arms up in the air wildly, “They either leave because you bust their party or because you force me to push them away!” 

At this point your face is bright red as the words spew out of your mouth. You feel frustrated enough to explode. Little Wes sits in his chair, completely silent as he watches the two of you argue.

Your mom speaks up, tone quiet in that way that means you have most certainly crossed a line, “I’m keeping this phone.” She waves your phone in front of you and you want to double over and scream loud enough to shake the whole house. Clearly she hadn’t cared about a word you said.

“Good! I don’t need it anyways!” You trudge over to the entryway and throw your coat over your shoulders, hearing your keys jingle in your pocket at the erratic action. 

“And where do you think you’re going?” She yells from the dining room. 

“Anywhere but here!” With that, you fling yourself out of the house.

***

Your tears have diminished to sniffles at this point. Part of you feels broken and you don’t know what you’re supposed to do to fix it. 

Lost in the crooning sound of the radio and your racing thoughts, you don’t notice the figure creeping towards your car. 

The sudden tap at your window causes you to let out a terrified shriek. Your knee knocks into the horn as you twist towards the source of the tapping noise and you scream even louder at the powerful beep that rings out into the dead of night..  

Your chest rises raggedly as you hesitantly trail your eyes up the figure that looms outside your window. The panic that took over your body calms slightly as you realize that it’s just a girl. You do feel a bit nervous as you recognize the girl to be Samantha Carpenter because even though you were mad at your mom, it doesn’t escape your mind that she had incessantly warned you to stay away from the girl standing outside your car.

She doesn’t look like she’s going to harm you now, with the amused twinkle that sparkles in her brown eyes, so you roll down the window and chuckle awkwardly, “Um hi?”

A teasing smirk stretches across her face, “Hello there. Didn’t mean to scare you half to death.”

You try not to blush at the reference to your moment of panic. “No, don't worry about it, you didn’t.”

She gives you a look that says you’re full of shit but smiles despite the fact. “So,” she draws out lazily, “What brings you here at this time of night?” 

It’s then that you notice the hazy look that’s in her eyes and with what your mother had told you about the girl, you note that she’s probably under the influence of some kind of drug right now. “Uh,” you struggle for a cool sounding response before lamely gesturing around. “Same as you.” You resist the urge to facepalm as your retort comes out as more of a question than a straight response.

She huffs out a laugh and something inside of you flutters at the sound. She cocks an eyebrow at you, “Oh really? So you mean to tell me the deputy’s daughter is out here high off her ass from whatever drug she had managed to scrounge up for the night?”

Your eyes widen comically, but a grin makes its way across your face regardless. “Yup.”

Samantha seems to find your act kind of funny and you internally cheer and congratulate yourself, before mentally sighing at just how corny you are. 

The lanky girl walks around to the other side of your car and motions for you to unlock the door. Curiously, you do. She quickly steps inside, making a small noise of approval at the warmth she’s provided. It’s then that you notice that she hadn’t been wearing a jacket, her (very) muscular arms completely bare in the black tank top that stretches across her form. Dumbly, you fish out your favorite jacket from the backseat and wordlessly offer it to her. She looks at it with interest but leans up to put it on anyways. You think you imagined it, but for a split second you swear her tan cheeks darken slightly.

She clears her throat and the charged atmosphere that had filled the car moments ago disappears with the action. “Clearly I know who you are, Y/N Hicks, so tell me, why would Judy Hicks’ daughter allow a complete stranger into her car?”

You think for a moment but shrug, “Some company is actually just what I needed right now.” She nods in understanding and you continue, this time bearing the teasing smirk on your own face, “Plus, you’re not the only one with a trick up their sleeve. I know who you are too, Samantha.”

A cheshire grin spreads across her mouth. You think it suits her. “Oh yeah? Mommy told you about me then?” You nod and she barks out a laugh, “All bad things, I hope.”

You chuckle at the mirth that has appeared in her expression. “Most certainly all bad things. I swear that’s all Judy Hicks is capable of seeing.”

She seems to pick up on the heaviness of her tone and you wonder if the drug she has taken has given her some heightened sense of perception. “Things don’t seem to be all perfect in paradise.”

“You don’t know the half of it.”

Sam smiles but it looks more like a grimace, “Believe me, I do.”

The two of you fall into a comfortable silence. You wonder what exactly happened to Sam to lead her down this path, but you know better than to ask. Despite your mother’s constant warnings, you find that Sam is actually really refreshing to hang around. She sees the world for what it really is, cold and lonely. It’s a nice change of pace to what you’re used to being around.

The peaceful atmosphere is broken as she reaches into her pocket and fishes out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. She waits for a beat, anticipating you to chastise her, and looks pleasantly surprised when you don’t speak a word. Your eyes remain locked together as she places the stick into her mouth, rolls the window down, and leisurely lights the cigarette. 

After she takes a long drag, she looks at you curiously. “Y’know you’re nothing like what I thought you’d be.” You motion for her to continue and she does after a short moment, “I figured you’d be a cheery brat like your mom and that you wouldn’t even give someone like me the time of day.”

The last bit of her sentence causes a sad pang to vibrate through your chest. You frown and give her a soft look, “Someone like you? You seem really nice Sam.” She looks at you like you’ve grown three heads, clearly not believing you. “I’m serious,” you say gently, “you must be such a strong person to keep pushing through whatever it is you’re going through. I don’t know you that well, but I know enough to be able to tell that you’re a good person.”

Her eyes brim with tears and she doesn’t even flinch as they spill down her face. Her cigarette, now forgotten, falls from the hand that had been dangling out the window and onto the uneven pavement below. You pull her towards you into a tight hug. After a while of her sobbing softly into your shoulder, she pushes away slightly to meet your eyes. Your heart breaks at how small she sounds when she whispers a tiny thank you up at you. 

You brush the hair out of her eyes and lightly thread your fingers through it. She melts into the contact and you want to cry at how adorable she is. 

The two of you sit like that for what feels like hours, but is more than likely just a few minutes. 

She finally pulls away from you completely and settles back into your passenger seat. Her smirk reappears and you smile at the sight. “Drive. There’s someplace I want to show you.”

You’d known the girl for all of five seconds yet you could already tell that you’d likely do whatever she asked of you, your mother’s opinion be damned. If she had asked you to climb up the rooftop of an abandoned building, you’d likely say yes. And if she had asked you to stay with her up on that same rooftop for the rest of the night, you’d probably (definitely) agree. And if, when the sky began to display a mixture of pink and orange tones, she shyly asked if she could kiss you, you’d press your lips softly to hers in a heartbeat.

Bonus A/N: I've never written a flashback before so I really hope that part turned out okay :)

#sam carpenter #sam carpenter x y/n #sam carpenter x you #sam carpenter x reader #scream fanfic #sam carpenter imagine #lonelym00n fic

[gardenvarietycrafts]

Finally got some better pictures of my UFO music box! I haven't figured out how I want to hang it yet, so in the meantime, here's a couple pictures of it sitting on the ground, and a short video of me holding it so you can hear the music box.

Kit can be purchased from Laylala

Video description below the cut.

Video description: The UFO is being held in the air with a white wall in the background. It is slowly spinning in a circle while the X-Files theme song plays from the music box. The cow is very slowly sucked up towards the UFO by the music box cord.

#crochet #crafts #x files #x-files #amigurumi #ufo #alien #fiber art #description in alt text

[silverofthunder]

● if you open your heart ●

PART 1: OF CHANGES AND CHANCES

Secondo x GN Reader (+ Terzo/Omega in the background)

content: 1.8k words || criminal au, mostly just basic drama

!! things aren't described very graphically but the topics can be disturbing so 18+ is valid, i guess. !!

summary: Coding had always been more like some kind of escapism to you and not a weapon. But perspectives could always change.

So here we go now! I'm not best at writing any kind of action so this might be a clumsy start but anyway... I'm feeling good about this whole thing, nonetheless. Hope you enjoy!

You were dragged by two people to somewhere – you didn’t know where as you were blindfolded and gagged. All your attempts of escaping had failed as the people holding you were much stronger. You could hear music playing somewhere, the light smell of smoke and booze reaching your nose for a moment, soon replaced by a hint of sweat and cologne.

Your heart was thumping in your chest, the fear of what was to come growing within you. Then there was door opening and soon the people pushed you down onto a chair, taking off the blindfold and gag.

You cursed, blinking rapidly, and started to take in the surroundings. The room was dimly lit, it resemled some kind of a cellar but made more – comfy, if you could say so. And there was five men looking at you.

”Sorry about the way you were brought here,” one of them, the black haired one, spoke and you weren’t sure if he was actually sorry. You let your gaze move between the men, wondering if you recognized them.

”Do you know who we are?” another man, clearly the oldest one, asked. You tried to think, eyes scanning the men and noticed that four of them had the same pair of mitmatched eyes, and then it hit you.

”The Emeritus brothers,” you said, gaze landing on the one sitting behind the desk. He was leaning on the desk on his elbows, holding a glass of whiskey or something in his hand, his eyes boring into you and you swallowed.

”So you’ve heard about us,” the man said, taking a sip of his drink.

”Why the fuck am I here?” you asked, not trying to hide the annoyance in your voice.

”Patience, dear,” the man told, voice low, then snapped his fingers and soon a file was thrown onto the desk before him. He opened it and started mumbling information about you. And there was a lot of that and it made you feel uneasy. You didn’t know much about the brothers but you knew they had some power in the city and of course there had been rumours about them operating on the edge of law and crimes.

”So you know my life story but it still doesn’t explain why I’m here,” you spoke again.

”We need a hacker,” the fourth brother, probably the youngest one, told.

”Oh?” was all you could get out.

”Yes, that’s what we need,” the bald man confirmed. ”Copia is good, but we need someone who knows code better. And you seem to be the best we have found.”

You had to think for a second. This whole situation was so… weird. You shifted in the chair, only now realizing that you weren’t tied up.

”So you’re asking me to… work for you?” you asked, getting nods as an answer. ”And what if I don’t want to do that?”

The bald man chuckled, shrugging.

”Well, you can leave… No one is stopping you.”

You squinted your eyes, doubt creeping upon you. Surely it couldn’t be that easy but you had to try. Slowly you stood up and turned, starting then to walk towards the door. Your heart was beating fast the closer you got and it jumped when the man spoke again.

”We pay you well, and you could still live your life as you want. You just need to be available when we need you.”

You clenched your jaw, squeezing your hand into a fist. Money wasn’t everything in life but it wouldn’t hurt to get more. Even if it the way of earning it was questionable.

”How much?”

There was a moment of silence before they gave you the numbers. It was much bigger than you expected and with a sigh, you turned to face the brothers again. They looked pleased as you walked back to the chair, sitting down.

”Tell me more, then.”

It had been a week since you agreed to work for the Emeritus brothers and you had done a lot of thinking. A part of you felt that this was really bad idea while the other part saw this as a chance to do something else, make your life more meaningful. After all the shit you had gone through in the past years, it felt like a fresh start.

The questionability was the part that made it bad – you had never done much illegal stuff, not in this scale, at least. But you couldn’t deny the fact that it was also the part that made you curious. And you could do something you were actually good at. So far you had used your skills mainly for small pranks at school and in your part-time job at the programming company. And well, maybe later – after one of the biggest changes of your life – you had used them for trying to figure out some unsolved things but as you hadn’t found out much, you had given up, and stayed on the right side of law. Coding had always been more like some kind of escapism to you and not a weapon. But perspectives could always change.

The brothers had explained how they operated and it seemed pretty simple and apparently their way had worked well so far. To your surprise they weren’t that keen on killing people but it was also obvious that if the situation needed taking lives, they wouldn’t hesitate to do so.

You had learned that the fifth guy in the group was Terzo’s boyfriend and he was sometimes part of the missions. He seemed to be a pretty chill guy despite his threatening appearance and he gave you this sense of… normality when you all shared a space.

They were definitely the weirdest bunch of brothers you had ever encountered. They didn’t seem that close – it resembled more like a boss and employees relationship but maybe it was just because you didn’t know them, yet.

Primo was the oldest, the most calm and probably the least scary of them. Terzo was charming when he chose so, and you thought that he liked to be a bossy and use words as his weapon. Copia reminded you of yourself, somehow, he looked calm but inside there seemed to be a lot going on.

And then there was Secondo. The boss. Grumpy older man was pretty much the first thing that came to your mind. He was hard to read – he was the most intimidating, though, and you weren’t sure if there was any shoftness underneath or was he just all danger ready to be unleashed. That tickled your curiousity as you had always found people that were hard to read, fascinating.

The brothers had also told what happened to their previous hacker who had betrayed them. Of course, you weren’t sure if they had left some parts out, but you had gotten to know enough. Betrayal was definitely out of question. Obviously betraying them hadn’t even crossed your mind but they had to make sure you knew the rules.

Your first mission would be soon and while you started to get excited about it, you were also a bit worried. What if you screwed up? What would they do?

You had escaped the party, going through some narrow corridoors and found the staircase that lead you to the roof of the building. It was dark outside, it was well past the midnight, after all, as you slowly walked away from the door and looked around. City lights were a colorful dots in the distance and the traffic noises mixed with the music playing at the club.

Then, on the left, you saw a shadow and realized that someone was sitting there. Slowly you walked to them and as you got close enough you recognized the person. You wondered what Secondo was doing here, and after a moment of hesitation you decided to join him. He was smoking a cigar, looking at the horizon as you sat next to him.

Secondo took a drag from the cigar and then let out the smoke, the gray cloud fading into the air.

”You did good,” he said, still not looking at you. He was talking about your first mission that had been successful and tonight you had been celebrating it.

”Thanks,” you said quietly, moving your hands to your lap, starting to fiddle with the hem of your sleeves. You didn’t really want to talk about the mission but you didn’t know what else you could talk about. Luckily, Secondo continued the conversation.

”What brought you here? The party got too messy already?”

”I just needed some fresh air.”

”Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it,” Secondo said, quickly glancing at you. ”This life I mean. The parties are just… normal among the madness.”

You hummed – that was a good way to put it. It was complete madness to choose crimes over probity but sometimes there wasn’t any other choice. Life wasn’t always fair, laws weren’t fair, they were just made for to keep humanity in order. Or maybe it only caused more chaos, who knew.

”Parties aren’t really for me,” you sighed. ”Too crowded.”

Secondo turned his gaze to you, the expression on his face stoic. You were starting to get used to it, though you couldn’t help but wonder if the stoicness was just a wall he held up. It wouldn’t be surprising as the life they lived could be ugly at its worst.

”I see,” Secondo mumbled, taking long drags of his cigar, turning his head to blow the smoke away from you. As his eyes settled on you again, you flashed a tiniest of smile to the man.

”What?”

”This is… I don’t even know,” you said, letting out a small laugh. ”Like why me?”

Secondo didn’t answer straight away, he just stared at you, maybe thinking and you waited. You had a lot of questions but so little answers, yet, and you were sure that some of them might never be answered.

”As you know, we did some research,” Secondo started and you nodded. ”You seemed the best and safest option.”

You knitted your brows together. ”The safest option?”

”I think you know what I mean,” Secondo stated and you started thinking about your life, comparing it to the information the brothers had about you and connect the dots.

”The file you have about me… Was that all you could find?” you asked, your thoughts going to the certain part of your life – the part that was a red stain on the white. The part that had broken your heart so badly that you would carry the scars with you for the rest of your life.

You might have imagined it due to the bad lighting but only for a fleeting moment Secondo looked almost… sad. Then it was gone and he gave you an answer.

”No, there wasn’t all.”

#secondo x reader #papa emeritus ii x reader #ghost band fic #ghost band fanfic #jen writers fics

[who-knew-a-sheep-can-write]

Police Dog: Bigby Wolf x Fem!Cop!Reader - Chapter 1

Welcome to the rewrite :)

I made a reference to another game series, lmk if you guys spot it ;))

You stared at your monitor, the dim screen barely reflecting back into your near-lifeless eyes as you mindlessly scrolled and robotically clicked through the usual files only to have to actually go into another file to really make any work at your mind-numbing task. Why were you even given this bullshit to begin with? You leaned back in your horribly worn chair, the spine and back cushion creaking eerily as the wheels squeeked against the “polished” stone floor. You picked up the paper cup filled with coffee to take a sip, only to sneer and place the flimsy cup back down. Your coffee had grown to be ice cold, there was a strange grittiness to the brew and it tasted like someone had replaced the coffee with ink.

You heard the constant rushing of other officers in the background, whatever your cubicle really allowed you to hear past the tall wood and styrofoam walls really. Mindless chatter, the bubbling of the water cooler, some cop banging the shit out a vending machine, that horrible fucking fax machine you wished the captain would put out of its misery. You were going to hear those grating sounds in your nightmares for the rest of your mundane life.

At least it wasn’t too bad, today. Normally, the oh so “charming” lifestyle New York City made things pretty ridiculous sometimes. The main office was pretty quiet today, so much so you could hear the very faint classical music playing overhead you normally couldn’t hear over the rambunctiousness of your fellow officers.

That was, until the bullpen was let out.

Just hearing that door slam open and the cops inside spilling out almost made you knock over your nasty ass coffee onto your keyboard. You slouched in your chair, leaning back as you finished your work finally after doing this boring nonsense all week. You took out the usb drive with a content sigh, toying with it in your hands as you listened in on what the others were saying. Something about a shoot out somewhere in the South Bronx caught your ear when you saw a reflection move past on your monitor screen when it stopped behind you. Turning, you quickly saw the tall and brawny figure of one of the sergeants who was casually leaning at the entrance to your cubicle.

“The captain’ll have your knees for leaning,” you turned back to your monitor. You were about to mindlessly pretend to look through stuff just to get him to go away, but he didn’t seem to get the hint. Turning back around after a few minutes, you noticed the stupid smirk on his face that you wanted to smack off so badly. “What?”

“He’s been havin’ ya on paperwork for the past two weeks. Don’tcha think somethin’s up?” his thick accent teased.

“Considering I’m the only one who knows how to do things the way he likes them, not really.”

The sergeant gave you a pointed look before shrugging.

“Whatever you say, rookie.”

“I’m not a rookie, I’ve been in this department for almost a year now.”

He ignored you and sauntered off, definitely eyeing one of the female cops that would bat their lashes at him to get out of work for the day. Just as you started fiddling with the usb drive, your stationary phone started to ring. You picked up the phone, noting how you needed to fix the coiled cord as it somehow became tangled yet again.

“(L/n),” you greeted with your last name.

“Officer (Y/n),” the captain’s smooth voice greeted you from the other end of the line.

“I finished all the paperwork, sir, I have the usb dr-”

“I know you have, you always get the job done. Please bring the drive to my office, and hurry. I have another assignment for you.”

The phone cut off with a monotone buzz. Placing the cradle back into the receiver, you stood from your squeaky chair and started for the captain’s private office which was past the bullpen that still had some cops. The few that remained inside eyed you as you neared the captain’s door, their voices hushed as they started bickering about what it was you could’ve done.

You didn’t need to worry.

You knew that if you had fucked up, the captain wouldn’t have hesitated to call your ass out from over the intercom and demand to come to his office louder than any military drill sergeant.

His door was closed and the blinds were drawn shut which was a bit odd unless he was speaking to someone important. You stopped before the door and knocked promptly, eyeing his placard with his name written in dark ink across the golden plate.

“Come in, Officer (L/n),” the captain called out.

“Are you sure that-” As you opened the door, the conversation that was just going on had cut off.

Aside from your captain who was in his seat behind his grand desk, there stood another man. Tall and broad but fairly thin, he was imposing for sure. Dark, slicked back hair. A tan tailcoat hiding the strength you knew this man had. And when he turned to you, you couldn’t help but feel a little threatened under his intense gaze. His eyes looked as though he’s seen some fucked up shit, he looked fucking tired too, like he hadn’t slept in days. His grown out stubble also showed that as well. He eyed you up and down, not saying anything, his face was hard to read.

“I’m sorry to interrupt, but here’s the flash drive,” you spoke up, offering out the usb drive to your captain.

You captain stood from his desk and beckoned you to sit in one of the chairs provided, but not before accepting the drive from you. Your captain sat back down at the same time as you, but the other man in the room just stood. He moved away from the desk a little bit, his chest to you but he was now looking back at your captain.

“Excellent work, like always.” Your captain turned towards the stranger, giving him a look you really couldn’t read either. “I promise you, Sheriff, she is the right officer for the job.” Sheriff? He didn’t look like the sheriff from the boroughs, and especially not any deputy. Was he maybe from upstate?

“I’m still not sure about this.”

His voice was deep and gravelly, like something out of an edgy comic book turned into media.

“Nonsense, Sheriff Wolf.” There it was again. Your captain turned towards you once again. “Officer (L/n), I’ve asked you here to see if you were willing and able to help Sheriff Wolf here with… a delicate situation.” You eyed the two back and forth slowly, confusion painted obviously all over your face. “You can back out at any moment if you wish to do so, but I must iterate the importance of keeping something this delicate between you and yourself alone. Nobody else must know.”

You eyed the “sheriff” warily once again. There’s no way your captain would do something stupid like leading you off with this guy. There has to be a reason.

“Okay?” You cocked your head in question. “What delicate thing are we talking about?”

You saw the stranger pull something from his pocket but you couldn’t tell what it was as it rested in his hand.

“Are you aware of what societies live along with us?”

“You mean cults?” you cocked a brow.

Your captain laughed, the stranger stayed quiet and unmoving.

“No, but that was a good one.” He regained his composure. “Let me rephrase this: Do you believe in the supernatural? The unknown?” You eyed your captain as though he were just some crazy loon. “There lives another society among us, a good portion of said society live right here in New York City across the five boroughs. Sheriff Wolf here is the- uh, peacekeeper for said group. You were the first officer to come to mind for this position.”

“What kind of secret society are we talking about?”

“Fairy tale creatures.”

A part of you never stopped believing in that kind of stuff, especially with some of the weird things that have popped up on the news recently. Photos of creatures that can’t be explained, videos that weren’t ever proven to be edited, miracles that just seemed to pop out of nowhere.

You eyed the stranger again before nodding to your captain.

“Okay, I’ll do it. I’ll help.”

Your captain’s shoulders slouched a bit in relief before he smiled at you.

“Thank you, Officer (L/n).” He motioned to the Sheriff as he stood. “You’ll be reporting to Sheriff Wolf here until this situation is done. He will give you all of the details.”

Sheriff Wolf pocketed the item - which, now that you got a good look at it - looked to be a perfume bottle? He walked towards the door and opened it, waiting for you to get up and pass through before he followed soon after. You uttered a soft ‘thank you’ before you both walked together towards the elevator.

You both stood in silence as the metal shaft rolled down. You stared at the numbers ticking down, wondering to yourself about what you possibly could have just gotten yourself into. You worried at the inside of your cheek and figeted with your hands until the doors swing open at the chime. You both started off for the front door of the station.

“So-”

“Not here,” he cut you off. He flinched at his own words. He stuck his hand out to hail a taxi. “Not here, there’s too many people. I’ll explain it all when we get there.”

A taxi driver finally caught sight of the sheriff and quickly pulled up to the curb. You were about to start for the other side when he opened the door for you once again. You couldn’t help the little flutter in your stomach at just a normal gesture as you quickly climbed in.

The Woodlands. You glanced at the seemingly solid gold plate slapped onto the stone pillar as you wait for Sheriff Wolf to pay for the taxi. You peered through the wrought iron fencing at the towering building. It looked as though they were luxury apartments and nothing more. It could use a good powerwashing, though. Other than that, from what he barely told you in the taxi, this would be where you were going to stay for a little while if you wanted. You honestly wouldn’t mind it; No crazy traffic, not getting wet when it pours, you get to stay in bed longer.

“So you’re all, um, fairy tale creatures?” you tried to strike up a conversation.

“Yeah.” Something told you he wasn’t exactly the type for small talk, but the silence between you both was suffocating. The sheriff opened the gate for you as you both walked towards the front doors to the apartment. “Gonna stop by the Business Office. Snow will wanna meet you if she’s still there.”

You beat him to the entrance this time, holding the door open for him to which he gave you a semi-amused look. As you stepped inside, it really was a shock at how dated the lobby was. Hell, it even had a security guard asleep at the front desk, slumped over the desktop, hat covering his bald spot as he drooled on his tie. The carpet was so discolored from packed on dirt, the wallpaper was stained from years of neglect, the chandelier in the center had a few bulbs that were that spiders had claimed to be their new homes.

Maybe you wouldn’t stay here…

“Snow? As in Snow White?” you asked as he called in an elevator.

How bad would that be if the lobby looked like this? Did you just sign your death certificate?

The sheriff hummed in agreement as he pulled out a carton of cigarettes, a brand you’ve never seen before: Huff n’ Puffs. He tapped the bottom so only one cigarette popped out the top and he took it with his teeth. He fished out his lighter but stopped before he could light the flame, eyeing you.

“You good if I smoke?” he asked you rather politely.

“Yeah, it’s fine.”

He lit the cigarette and pocketed his metal-plated lighter, making sure to blow the cigarette smoke away from you. You could smell that the cigarette was stale and a little old, but the way he scrunched his nose a bit drove it home.

‘What fairy tale creature was he?’ you couldn’t help but think.

 He didn’t look like any you’d recognize.

“Are you also a- uh- fairy tale person or…?”

He eyed you, throwing his brows up before puffing out another plume of smoke.

“Yeah.”

The elevator finally opened up, allowing you both to enter. You watched as he hit a button and the doors closed with an eerie creak before it jutted back to life. You were lying to yourself if you said you weren’t afraid of the thing collapsing underneath you and plummet into the basement.

“We never properly introduced ourselves.” You wanted to smack yourself across the face. Really? You bring that up now? He looked at you out of the corner of his eye, puffing out another plume away from you. “I’m (Y/n).” You stuck your hand out for him to shake. “You don’t have to say the whole Officer (L/n) schpiel, just (Y/n) is fine.”

He eyed your hand before he took it, and holy shit, his hand was big.

It was big and warm and calloused, and very strong. You could tell he was being gentle when he shook your hand.

“Bigby Wolf.”

Bigby? You never heard of a fairy tale character named Bigby Wo-

“Oh! You’re the big bad wolf?” you blurted out as your hands parted.

You felt like an idiot for not getting it earlier. Wow, just looking at him now, it kind of makes sense. But how was he… human?

“You got it right,” he gave an airy chuckle. “It took your captain a minute to get it.”

The elevator came to a direct stop, nearly toppling you over as the doors swung open. You quickly exited the damn thing, telling yourself you’ll take the stairs from now on as you followed Bigby down the halls.

“So - if you don’t mind me asking - how are you… human? Is that correct?”

“Normally, Fables that aren’t human need something called a glamour to make ‘em look human - to fit into the Mundy world.” He stopped and looked at you. “Mundies are people like you; Human.” He continued down the hall. “I didn’t need one after what Snow did to me before we all came here.” You briefly wondered what she did, but he filled in the blank for you. “She stabbed me with a special blade covered in werewolf blood.”

So he’s a werewolf? Like, a big, tall, hairy wolf man werewolf? Does he go crazy on full moons? Is that something you have to worry about now?

“Oh,” was all you could say. Your eyes briefly went to down to his coat pocket to see the faint outline of the perfume bottle. “Do you mind if I ask you another question?” He looked at you, stopping before a door and putting his hand on the door knob. “You had like a perfume bottle in your hand back in the captain’s office. What was that for?”

“It’s some magic shit the witches on the thirteenth floor concoted. It’s supposed to knock whoever out for a few minutes and make them forget about Fables. I would’ve used it on you if you said no.” He turned towards the door, looking at you barely over one of his broad shoulders. “Brace yourself, this isn’t shit you see everyday.”

What could he mean by that?

He opened the door and your jaw dropped. The place was fucking massive. Not only was it large enough to fit an entire circus in, it was also towering! You swore your entire station could fit in here with room to spare. You walked in, passing Bigby who was looking at you amused with his arms crossed. Your eyes scanned the towering bookshelves of books magically moving around and sorting themselves, spying the magical trinkets and statues that lined the carve outs of the wall. And the fucking ship. You watched as a fucking pirate ship lazily floated on by, the wood softly creaking as it turned in the air like it had down for so long.

“Holy shit,” you whispered. “This is your office?” you gawked as you looked back at Bigby.

The sheriff laughed. He actually laughed, the cigarette nearly falling from his mouth.

“Fuck no. My office is basically a glorified broom closet,” he walked past you. He eyed the three empty desks in the middle of the floor with a short frown. He sighed through his nose and took out the now near-burnt out cigarette before he snuffed it out on the heel of his dress shoe. “Stay here,” he looked at you, “I’m gonna go see if Snow’s still here.” You nodded silently, quickly wondering why he looked up at the ceiling as he walked away. “And don’t be scared if a green monkey with wings falls from the rafters, he’s just drunk.”

Your eyes widened as you watched him disappear behind a bookcase. You turned around, looking at all of the magical items that littered the room in awe.

You understood why something like this had to be kept a secret, but holy shit, this was wonderful.

You spied something out of the corner of your eye and slowly walked towards it. Stashed in between two rows of bookshelves laid a large mirror with a very intricately wound golden frame. It looked to be freshly dusted unlike most of the other items in the room. As you approached it, you quickly found yourself slightly dizzy as the mirror swirled to life with hazy green swirls. A theater mask appeared before you, no face or body attached. It blinked at you and smiled softly as the mirror hummed with life.

“Welcome home, such as it is. This squalid office, these corrupted streets, they are yours now, and are bound to them.”

It was hypnotizing, your body relaxing in the green glow as you stared at the mask before it quickly faded away. You blinked, seeing that the mirror had returned to just that, and Bigby was now standing next to you.

“I never understand the damn thing,” he grunted and looked at you. “Snow isn’t here, probably went out for the rest of the day doing Deputy Mayor shit. I need to do some paperwork on you before we can actually start, come on.”

You were hesitant to leave the office so soon but you figured it wouldn’t be wise to make a bad impression on your first day. You followed him out and back down the office before stopping before another door similar to the Business Office. The same standard door with the same color of frosted glass for the exception of the writing of just his name.

He stilled his hand on the doorknob before looking at you sheepishly.

“I wanna start off by saying that I’m sorry for the mess. I wasn’t expecting to actually get the help I need.”

“Oh, don’t worry. You should see what some of the cubicles look like at my current station.”

“Oh, I know,” he wore a look of disgust, “I smelled the shit the second I stepped into the building.”

“My old station had worse.”

Bigby shuddered, his thoughts now running rampant at just the smells he could conjure up. That was horrifying.

He turned the knob and opened the door, still holding a little bit of embarrassment on his face as you fully saw his office.

It wasn’t bad, but it also wasn’t great either. The walls which probably were painted white originally were now stained yellow probably from his smoking. You spied an extra large ash tray that looked to be from the 70’s when smoking wasn’t yet linked to so many horrors filled to the brim with a tower of snuffed out cigarette butts. There were files everywhere, some opened, most were closed. The file cabinets all sat overstuffed, his desk was covered with mugs of half-drunk coffee, his metal-mesh trash can was filled with dead pens and crumbled up paper balls. His poor office didn’t even have a window to even air out the smell, just a rinky dink fan in the corner.

There was something nailed to the flimsy drywall on the back wall, a plaque in the shape of the typical shield used for law enforcement and military. A gold panel had his name scripted, and underneath commended him for-

Three centuries of service?!

How old was this guy?

#the wolf among us #twau #bigby wolf #bigby wolf x reader #bigby x reader

[baronessblixen]

I'm doing the 24 Days of X-Mas Files Challenge that msrafterdark posted!

My first bingo square is: ice skating injury

Summary: Mulder has many talents, but is ice skating one of them? Fluff, UST, hurt/comfort (wc: 1,192)

Tagging @today-in-fic

Sometimes You Need To Have Fun

“You want to do what?” Scully stares at him, the coffee cup in her hand suspended between the desk and her mouth. Six years in and he can still surprise her.

“Come on, it’ll be fun,” he says. He’s holding her coat and her scarf in his hands, but she’s just sitting there, staring up at him.

“Ice skating, Mulder? Really?”

“Why not? When was the last time you went?” Feeling brave, he loosely puts the scarf around her neck. If he were a little more insane, he’d pull her closer to him, maybe convince her that way. Instead, he chooses to give her a killer smile. He sees her skepticism thaw.

“I must have been when I was a child,” she says slowly. “I don’t know if I still remember how to skate.”

“It’s like riding a bike, Scully. You always say we don’t get out of the basement enough. Here’s your chance.”

She sighs and he knows he has her.

There are more people at the ice rink than Mulder would have expected for the middle of the week. But it doesn’t matter. All that matters is the small smile around Scully’s lips that hasn’t faded since they’ve left the basement office. They rent skates – Mulder opting for hockey skates – and sit side by side, their shoulders touching as they put them on.

“You ready?” Mulder stands up and grins at her. Scully finishes lacing her skates and stands up, too, wobbling a bit. “Hey there,” he says gently, taking her hands. “Let me help you. You need gloves, Scully. Your hands are ice cold.”

“I’m nervous,” she admits, searching her pockets for her gloves. She puts them on, one hand always on Mulder to steady herself.

“I’ll catch you if you fall.” Mulder winks at her and Scully giggles, convincing him that going ice skating was the best idea he’s had in a while. They make their way out to the rink hand in hand. He briefly wonders if any of these people here will think that they’re a couple. They could be. He wants them to be. This is not a date – not technically, anyway. He has thought about asking her out on a real one, especially after playing baseball together, but he’s worried she’s going to laugh at him.

A group of kids skates past them as they step on the ice, laughing. Scully grips his hand so tightly and so unexpectedly that he almost slips.

“Still think this is a good idea?” Scully asks as she takes the first few tentative steps. Mulder watches her for a moment, mesmerized when a moment later, she’s sliding over the ice confidently.

“You were right,” she says, moving further and further away from him. “It’s like riding a bike. Come on, Mulder.” It’s the challenge in her voice that makes him put one foot in front of the other. He’s slower than her and he feels like he’s never going to catch up with her. But he’s going to try. He gathers speed and confidence watching her. Wind bites into his skin, but seeing Scully smile at him with one eyebrow raised as if asking ‘is that your best?’ is all the heat he needs. He hears her squeal when he barrels towards her but he manages to brake just in time, coming to a stop right in front of her.

“That was close,” she says, her breath visible in the cold air.

“I knew exactly what I was doing,” he lies. His knees are wobbly and he holds on to the handrail with Scully joining him. She’s half leaning against him, watching the other people skate over the ice.

“I forgot how much fun ice skating is.”

“Told ya.” He leans in close, whispering the words right into her ear. She doesn’t turn to him but smiles. He wonders what she’d do if he kissed her. He’s been thinking about kissing her for months now, never finding the perfect moment. Here, with cheesy music playing in the background, them standing close, no work, and no one to stop him, it could be just that. If only he dared.

“Thank you, Mulder,” she says and when she faces him, with her cheeks pink and her eyes wet, he slides forward a bit, making her giggle again. “Better be careful.”

“Me?” He feigns indignation. “I’ll race you,” he says. “If I win…” a kiss, he thinks. That’s all he wants. He doesn’t dare. Not yet. He needs to earn it.

“If you win what, Mulder?” Scully asks, teasing him.

“You’re paying for dinner,” he says before he sets off.

“Hey,” she says, laughing. He laughs, too, speeding up, not caring for anything but winning. That’s his downfall. He sees the child coming toward him too late. When he does, all he can do is take a sharp right and his ice skating skills are far too basic to keep him upright. He struggles, and uses his arms to balance himself out, but it’s no use.

“Mulder!” He hears Scully yelling his name just as he’s crashing down. Something cracks somewhere and pain shoots through his body.

“Mulder.” Scully’s voice is in his ear and as he tries to get up, he finds her next to him, on her knees.

“Did you- did you fall, too?” he asks, his own pain forgotten momentarily.

“No, Mulder, I didn’t. Did you hit your head?” She examines his head, tilting it this way and that.

“I don’t think I did.”

“What hurts?” He considers lying and saying he’s fine. He doesn’t want this to end. This is not how it was supposed to go. But the pain in his arm is overwhelming and he feels dizzy.

“My arm,” he says. “I think… I think I hurt my arm.”

“Another nice trip to the hospital,” Scully says with a small smile and he appreciates her attempt at humor. “Let me get up and then I’ll help you, okay? Don’t put pressure on your arm.” It takes them a moment to make it off the ice.

“Do you really think I need to go to the hospital?” A group of children laugh when they see Scully unlacing his skates.

“I do. Your arm might be broken.”

“This is not how I imagined this to go, you know.”

“I know, Mulder.”

“I wanted to take you to dinner after and…” he’s said more than he meant to say.

“Well,” Scully says, helping him into his shoes. “It may not be a fancy restaurant, but we can eat at the hospital. You’re paying, though.”

“Like a date?” Mulder asks, his eyes growing wide. Maybe Scully has entertained the same thoughts he has these last few months.

“Maybe,” she says, avoiding his eyes. Her pink cheeks give her intentions away and he smiles. He knew they were never going to do this the normal way.

“What if my arm is broken?” he asks, the thought just now occurring to him. Skinner will kill him.

“We’ll deal with that, too.”

His Scully, his hero. And his date for the foreseeable future. No matter what happens next, he has no regrets.

#i'm back! #the msrafterdark bingo was too good not to do #so here's me #ficmas2023 #xf fanfic #my writing #my fic

[star-girl69]

Ultraviolence

Natalie Scatorccio x Fem!Reader

—-

a/n: i hope you all enjoy!!

warnings: mentions of death and murder, swearing, alcohol, crying, kissing, tell me if i missed anything!!

Chapter Twenty - A Union That is Happening Again

Chapter Twenty - A Union That is Happening Again

—-

2021-

You weren’t planning to go to the reunion. You never were, but now that you’re in New Jersey, and you’re not really ready to leave- you go to the mall and find a dress. Light and silvery, one that makes you think of Doomcoming.

You shake the thought out of your mind, taking a deep breath, and walking into the school, hearing the low sounds of music playing in the background.

Taissa and Shauna stand by the enterance to the gym, that place you remember so well- that last pep rally, years spent playing dodgeball in this place coming back to you.

“Y/N,” Shauna smiles. “I thought you were going back to the city?”

You shrug and ruffle your dress. “I was here. And close to the mall. Besides, it was already kinda late, so why not?”

Shauna nods, and Taissa looks you up and down. seemingly remembering something.

“Uh… are you alright, Shauna?” Tai asks.

Shauna takes a breath. “How is it possible this is the most scared I’ve been all day?”

You and Taissa laugh.

“Right?” Taissa changes her voice, “‘Oh, my God, hey girl. Hey! It’s been forever. What have you been up to?’”

Shauna pretends to look around, thinking. “Um, yeah. You know, gardening, dismembering my lovers corpse,” she smiles.

“Okay,” Taissa says, placing her arms around both of you, making you face the gym doors.

Suddenly, the doors you had came through opened.

Natalie throws her hands up, a purse in her hands, wearing a dark one-shoulder dress, and her signature lipstick.

“Wait up,” she says, smiling slightly.

“Wow!” Taissa exclaims, and you all laugh.

“I said I would come,” Natalie shrugs. “I made a deal, okay? All right? Let’s fucking do this.”

Shauna and Natalie open the doors, and all of you file in.

Immediately, all of the eyes in the room settle on the four of you.

You’re the survivors, the champions, the girls who came back and were never supposed to.

It feels vain, but you can’t help but let a smug smile settle onto your face, adjusting you’re already low-cut dress.

Misty hound you and walks over, and you all carve a natural path through the crowd, the girls who weren’t supposed to live, until you finally reach the table Jeff had saved for you.

“I can’t believe you’re all actually here,” Misty smiles, wearing a suit with bright red lipstick. “This is gonna be so much fun! Okay, let’s get a picture. Who can take a picture?” she asks, holding out her phone.

“Muriel! Muriel, get over here,” someone shouts, running over to you, a wine glass in your hands.

“Allie,” you mutter to yourself, realizing who it is.

You awkwardly place yourself in between Taissa and Natalie, Taissa thankfully wrapping an awkward arm around your waist, so the photo looks a little more connected.

“Photo of the year! Come on, nobody blink!” Allie shouts.

The click of a camera, a flash, and it’s over, leaving a spot in your vision.

—-

You spend the rest of your night awkwardly catching up with old acquaintances, until you finally slip away from a particularly horrible conversation with Gordon Rivers, slipping out into the hallway, where you find Natalie.

She’s staring in front of the trophy case you know holds pictures of the Martinez family. The trophy case where there’s a picture of you, too. A shrine to everything that happened in 1996.

Your heels click across the floor as you walk over to her, partly because you want to see him one more time.

“You’ll only make yourself sad,” you mumble after a moment.

“Yeah, well,” she mutters. “He… he really killed himself,” she says say after a moment.

“I know,” you whisper, thinking of the boy in the wilderness, the one you had once called your best friend- the one you had survived so much with.

There will always be a difference between anyone else and Travis, and the surviving girls from the crash.

All of you know each other in ways that no one could ever possibly know. All of you have burned in the exact same way, have the same scars, the same bad dreams, the same memories.

You all know hunger in a way no one else could ever know. You all know death in a way no one else could ever know.

All of you have stared into the jaws of death, been selfish and unafraid, and thrown someone else into it.

“Y/N…” she starts, but she can’t really seem to finish it. But you know.

“It’s alright, Natalie. I know.”

And there’s so much unspoken between the two of you, so much, so much history and love and things you could never even speak about without feeling like you were gonna throw up.

You can tell she still loves you like she did in the wilderness, and you still love her too. You feel it in your bones and in your organs, like a rotten and festering clump of cells, like cancer, like something is deeply wrong with you.

But something is deeply wrong with all of you.

"Natalie…” you start, her name feeling so familiar on your lips. “We weren’t meant for this,” you whisper, gesturing to this New Jersey life, settling done and getting jobs, being together.

Her bottom lips curls up. "Jesus Christ," she scoffs. But you know her too well, and she knows that. “Why the fuck would you say that?” she asks, hurt, but you have to say it before it kills you.

“Look at us before the crash. Look at us in the wilderness. Look at us now, Natalie.”

“You're insane. You don't even know what you're saying-”

You grab her hand and press it against your chest.

“I love you, Natalie." Tears fall down your face, and she looks away from you. “I have loved you for long I don't know what it's like to love anyone else- I don't even know how to love myself. I would have died for you out there, and we both know it, we were ready to die, together, and that's not- love isn't suffering, Natalie, and we had already experienced so much suffering that we didn't know the difference.”

She finally meets your eyes.

“Once I thought that peace and violence were the same thing with you. But now I know they're not. And I can't watch you survive, not when I know that both of us could be living.”

When she finally speaks, its a whisper, hurt and dejected.

“I love you so you don't have to love yourself.”

You smile. “Natalie.”

She grabs your face in her hands and kisses you, and all you can taste is your own tears and your own disgust with yourself, bubbling up inside of you. You kiss her back, hard, because some part of you knows this is the last time, some part of you knows you will always love her.

A part of you will always be the girl from the wilderness. Already scarred by the life she had lived before, blood already festering up in her hands, only to dump more fresh blood on her, so much it was dripping from your hands. A part of you will always be that girl from the wilderness. The girl who saw it before it happened, the girl who has felt it all her life, the girl who got used up and was left with nothing.

You will always be the girl in the wilderness.

You will always be it.

“Natalie,” you whisper again, finally pulling away for air, and she's crying now, and there's a million things you want to say to her.

You want her to hold you like she did in 2019, like she did in the wilderness, in 1996.

“I want us to live," you breathe. “I want us to live.”

She finally meets your eyes.

“And we don't know how to, and we'll never know how to live if we don't do it on our own. I love you, Nat. I love you and I want you to live, and I want to never hear a thing about it.”

—-

Shauna brings over shots to the table, passing one out to everybody, and you take it gratefully. Eager for this night to be over.

“Ooh, shooters! I’ve never done one of these before,” Misty says.

You have a distinct memory of doing these in a bar with Natalie, but you don’t look at her.

“Good call. I swear to God, if one more person tells me I’ve been in their thoughts and prayers… I will…” Taissa laughs, trailing off.

“I wanna make a toast,” Natalie suddenly says, standing up and holding out the shot glass. “I old friends,” she says, and everyone tilts their heads back.

The burn is nice, a good distraction.

“Can I have everybody’s attention, please?” Allie announces from the stage, her voice scratchy from years of using cigarettes. Someone boos from the crowd, people laugh. The smile drops from her face. “Shut the fuck up, Doug.”

You let out a small laugh, almost choking on your own spit.

“You’re a grown man.” She clears her throat. “WordDefinition.net defines a ‘reunion’ as ‘a union that is happening again. A convention of friends, relatives, or associates after a period of separation.’ And, indeed, a graduating class will forever be united by their shared highschool experience. But as the Wiskayok High… Class of ‘96… we are united by something even greater.”

You get a flash of antlers dripping in blood, and you have to rub your eyes to get the image out.

“Together, we went through a tragedy, and tonight, together, I’m hopeful we can finally, truly heal.”

The screen behind her changes from the schools logo to a picture of the team.

Everyone around the table exchanges wide-eyed glances, and you have to look away, remembering what had happened to some of those girls.

“But in order to move forward, we must first look back.”

“Only Time” starts playing, and the lights dim, a picture of Taissa carrying a soccer ball showing up on the screen.

“Oh, God,” you mutter, squeezing your eyes shut, hiding behind your hands.

“They were our classmates,” Allie continues, “Pur teachers, our friends. But they were more than that. They were strong. They were courageous. They were, and they remain, a true inspiration.”

A picture of you flashes up on the screen, a cropped photo of the school paper club in ‘96, leaving only you and someone’s arm around your shoulders.

Finally, your picture fades out, and Jackie’s pops onto the screen.

You watch Shauna take a deep breath in.

“Now, traditionally, we’d end tonight with a dance from our class king and queen. But while she isn’t here with us, I know that this is what Jackie would have wanted.” She points to your table. “Jeff! Shauna! Get up here!”

Lights flash, and Shauna mutters something that sounds like “oh, no, no, no, no,” even while everyone claps and Allie shouts encouragement.

After a moment, Jeff stands and offers her his hand, whispering something to her, and they make their way to the dance floor.

You lock eyes with Taissa, and it seems pained, but she starts clapping slowly, and you join her.

“Dance, dance, dance!” Allie shouts, and the cheering dies down, and “A Kiss From a Rose” starts playing.

A canon goes off, and confetti explodes all around them. Yellow and blue.

They whisper to each other on the dance floor, and you force an awkward smile onto your face, before deciding enough is enough.

You’ve had your fill of adventure, but you’re too close to the woods. You need to be in the city again. You need to be away from the wilderness. You need to push down the rot inside of you, fill yourself with monotony and Chinese food from the place two blocks away.

—-

taglist:

@sweetdayme4427 @dreaming-for-an-escape @peachydoki @happysparklingshadows @zhivaxo @maraudeerrs @karsonromanoff

everything taglist:

@emilynissangtr

#yellowjackets x reader #natalie scatorccio #natalie scatorccio x reader

[judgementdaysunshine]

Prompt 37 with Dominik 🫣 love me some hurt/ comfort

Ofc babes!

Ray of sunshine

Pairing: Dominik Mysterio x Fem reader

Description: You are comforted after a panic attack by the sweetest human being in the world who is also the love of your life

You rock back and forth as the thoughts in your head consume you and it takes a physical toll on you as you feel the familiar suffocating feeling in your chest, the tears flowing down your face, and you uncontrollably shake and tremble. You hear footsteps and you hear a calm, sweet, and comforting voice talking to you "Hey look at me bebita, it's okay I'm here" you look to see the familiar soft and kind eyes of your boyfriend Dominik looking at you with worry and patience as he talks to you "Follow my breathing and tell me three things you can feel" you nod as you take a deep breath "I can feel your hands, the floor, and my shirt" he nods as he notices you slowly calming down as you continue to name things you can hear and see as he slowly pulls you to him and holds you in his arms as you follow his breathing patterns and have music playing on just to where you could hear it while still hearing dom talk to you. You feel much better than earlier despite you still trembling a bit "What caused it? You're trembling" you hug dom as he gently sways side to side with you in his arms "My thoughts just flooded me and I couldn't stop it, it happened too fast" he listens in silence until you feel the weight off your chest, looking in his eyes as you release a deep breath leaning your head on his chest listening to his heartbeat as you body stops trembling and you listen to the music playing until you fell asleep on him making him smile as he lays you down gently, changing and coming out in boxers as he sees you asleep under the covers, he lays next to you and wraps you in his arms as he runs his hand up and down your back. He falls asleep after sometime, and gets up later to find you still asleep next to him as he slowly gets up and gets a drink downstairs and texting his dad who asked if the two of you were going to the family cookout that weekend which he responds yes to knowing how much his family loved you and you loved them even more, always going to see them with him even randomly visiting them when dom was training with his friends or out doing things in town, he comes back with a bag of chips to find you leaning up watching tv and drinking the soda he had left for you which makes him giggle as he sits back down "True crime I see let me guess forensic files?" you laugh as you shake your head grabbing the sweet chili Doritos bag he brought up "No not this time, How it really happened" you watch tv and eat together as you both occasionally yell at the tv for the most obvious motive people murder others which makes you both burst out laughing. You grab and hold his hand as you continue watching tv this time instead of a show, the two of you watch Fantastic Mr.Fox which had one of your personal favorite soundtracks in it and you always loved listening to it, you giggle as dom watches you dance to the music recording you which makes you gasp "I had too! You're happy and smiley and I like seeing you like that" you shake your head and hold his face in your hands as you kiss his nose "No baby it's the other way around, I'm very weird but you, you're a ray of sunshine to me and in my life" he feels his heart burst at the statement pulling you in his arms and kissing you as you continued the movie and fell asleep as Antz starts to play in the background.

#dominik mysterio x reader #wwe #dominik mysterio #wwe x reader

[swtnrcmnt]

୨୧ -- busy; s.r

spencer reid x singer!reader

warnings: cursing, angst -> fluff,

four weeks.

that's how long it had been since you had seen your boyfriend. he said time and time again that he would be able to make it home in time for whatever important event you had going on that you wanted him there for, but work always came up.

you didn't know what to think anymore. if it had really been work why had you been hearing from his friends more than him? they all work with him, wouldn't they be working too?

after a while the "sorry i can't make it anymore tonight" texts stopped coming, all the calls went straight to voicemail, and he would just not show up without any explanation at all.

your friends were asking you where he was, your parents wondering if you two were still together, even your makeup and hair crew were starting to ask about him.

it started to get humiliating. everyone wondering where your "perfect sweet boyfriend" was and you never had a straight answer.

of course you were worried about him, and over time you started to think nothing of it considering nobody on his team ever asked if you had seen him.

you were getting tired of it. the weeks on end of not hearing from him, having to attend events that he knew were important to you alone, coming home to an empty house every day.

enough was enough. you decided to finally confront him about all his excuses, and made your way to the bau headquarters in virginia unannounced.

once the elevator doors opened, you immediately saw penelope staring at you with wide eyes that had a hint of panic, clearly not expecting you to show up. but instead of greeting you like she normally would, she muttered a quick "hi" and made her way back into her office.

as soon as your eyes landed on spencer's desk, you noticed he was sitting there with a pile of case files surrounding him.

deciding you weren't going to make a scene in his workplace, you calmly approached him.

"spencer." you said sternly but calmly, quickly grabbing his attention as his head shot up in your direction the second he heard your voice.

his eyes looked exhausted, with dark circles and heavy bags. you could tell he hadn't been sleeping as much as he should be.

quickly gathering his files to make them neat and organizing himself he said "y/n, hi. i, uh. i wasn't expecting you"

giving him an unimpressed look as walking towards the elevators, he already got the notion that you wanted him to follow you. so, he grabbed his satchel and asked jj if she could finish some case files for him as he followed behind you.

"there's a lot to talk about" was the first thing you said once the elevator doors closed, not even facing spencer as you spoke.

out of the corner of your eye, you could see him looking at you with some sort of sadness. he knows he fucked up big time. and he knows that you deserve an explanation.

once you got to the car, he insisted on driving like he usually does when you travel together, but this time you ignored his offers and headed straight for the driver's seat.

the drive home was unusually quiet. nothing but white noise from the soundproofing of the car and some music playing faintly in the background. "y/n.." spencer said breaking the silence once you pulled into your home, turning his head to look at you.

"i'm so sorry i was gone. you didn't to be left alone for so long." he said.

"i don't want an apology, spencer. i want an explanation. you can't just disappear on me for almost a whole month, not return any of my texts, calls, and even goddamn emails and then say you're sorry." you said, speaking while exiting the car and making your way to the door, spencer following closely behind you.

dropping his satchel on the floor next to the door, he said "i know i shouldn't have been gone and if you want an explanation i need you to listen to me."

sitting on the couch and finally turning to look at him, you gave him the chance to properly communicate to you why he had basically abandoned you.

"fine." you said, "tell me the reason why you were gone for four weeks with no explanation."

"there was this case at work-"

"oh bullshit, spencer." you interrupted, "if there was this case at work, how come the rest of your team were answering my messages, and returning my calls. so don't tell me a case came up because i know damn well it would not have taken four weeks."

"y/n if you could just listen to me for one second." he said, slightly raising his voice to get his annoyance across but enough enough for it to be a yell or shout.

you didn't give him a response, but instead rolled your eyes and slouched back into the couch.

"there was a case. it's just that i had to be undercover which would've taken more time than a usual one where i'm only gone two or three days." he said, keeping a calm tone to not trigger any more anger out of you. "the reason why you heard more from the team members than me is because their job was to work on the case from the bureau, not in the field."

"spencer.." you said, not a hundred percent convinced with his reasoning but somewhat believing him, "why wouldn't you tell me you had to go undercover or at least give me some sort of heads up before you went into the field. you know how worried i was about you? when you suddenly stopped replying to me, suddenly stopped coming home?"

he sat down next to you and sighed. "i know. i should have. and you have to believe me, i tried convincing emily but she said i couldn't if we wanted the plan to work. i can't begin to imagine how stressful and anxious the time must have been for you and i'm so sorry about that. i should've told you regardless of protocol, and i wish i did."

looking at him, you reach over to play with the strands of hair sitting on his forehead. "as much as i hate what you did, and i'm still angry at you.. i guess i forgive you." he smiled as you said that.

"but just know that if you ever do that again i'm dumping you." you said, completely serious about your threat.

he smiled, happy at the outcome of the situation "noted. by the way, i'll be asking emily for some time off. to make up for the time i spent away from you. and we can catch up on all the things i missed, and spend every second with each other." he said, pulling you in by your waist and planting a kiss on your forehead.

smiling up at him, you said "i'd like that. oh, and. i thought you should know that you'll be coming with me to all my fittings and rehearsals this week. big event within the next month that you need to get a new suit for."

"that's alright with me"

idk how to feel about this.. it kinda lost track of the main plot i guess? but i hope u enjoyed reading

#swtnrcmnt ۵ #spencer reid #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid x singer!reader #spencer reid x famous!reader #spencer reid blurb #spencer reid angst #spencer reid fluff #criminal minds #criminal minds x fem!reader

[sxmjxkxz]

— pjs. Temperamental Love

The Confession Chronicles

park jongseong x reader | wc: 2,843 | english | fluff |

a/n: may contain grammatical mistakes | lowercase intended | contains cursing/name calling | listen to the 1975 <3

🖇️. first encounter

jay impatiently taps his feet somewhat along to the music being played in the background.

he knew it was a mistake choosing to get his coffee, on his own, in the cafe nearest to his office building, which happened to be a favorite to the public thus him having to wait for long.

usually he has his secretary do this but it’s been weeks since his last one left, and finally, the company managed to find someone who could keep up with his temperament.

“jjp!”

“fucking finally”, he mutters to himself as he quickly walks toward the counter.

just as he was about to approach, a girl in front of him abruptly turns, slamming her hot coffee onto jay. He shuts his eyes and takes a deep breath, ignoring the loud gasp and string of “i’m sorrys” from her.

“oh my god! i’m so sorry sir! i-i can pay for your dry cleaning! a-and p-pay for your order!”

jay just gives her a deadly glare before walking past her, harshly bumping her shoulder in the process. he hears a scoff from the girl, but he doesn’t turn. “geez, i’m sorry for trying to be a decent person, asshole!” jay couldn’t care less about the looks they were getting. all he wanted to do was get his coffee, and get back to  running his company.

and so he turns to the girl, coffee in his hand, “and I’m sorry”, he smiles at her just before quickly giving her a blank stare, “now get out of my way, klutz.” as he was going out he could hear the girl prove her very atrocious vocabulary. but again, he couldn’t care less. he had more important matters to handle rather than some girl he was rude to.

unnecessary, but he wasn't in much of a mood.

and just as he knew, he walks into a room filled with stacked papers on his desk, waiting to be reviewed and approved by him. he turns on his laptop and comes face to face with unread emails going on to the next few pages of the system. then as if by cut, the phone rings. he hits the speaker button, “mister park, miss y/n has arrived, should i let her in the office?” jay just hums an approval before he cuts the line.

jay turns his chair, making it’s back face the door just as it opens. not for the dramatic effect, but rather, to get his new secretary’s file. his breath hitches as he sees the picture attached to the document. he scoffs in disbelief.

“hello mister park, I am y/fn, your secretary.”

he chuckles to himself, shaking his head as he recognizes the voice. he quickly returns his stark look before abruptly turning his seat. jay grits his teeth, forcing himself not to smirk as the girl shouts out an “oh fuck!” in shock before shaking her head, remembering the setup.

“i-i’m sorry sir…may i just ask w-what i should do f-first.” y/n stares out the large ceiling to floor window behind jay, trying to avoid his gaze. she gulps as she hears a sigh from the guy.

it was quiet for almost a minute before he finally spoke.

“first…i need you to fix that mouth of yours as well as your attire miss y/n, let’s be professional. second, I need  you to pick up my dry-cleaning, as you can see, i myself am having quite a problem with my attire.” he haughtily says, all without looking up from the document he was currently reading.

y/n takes a deep breath. ‘he may be an asshole, but he’s still your boss, be professional!’ she scolds herself.

“this is all noted sir.” she forces a smile to which jay nods at, still, without looking up. “the rest of your tasks for the day can be found on your desk and desktop. you’re dismissed.”

just as y/n was about to leave jay speaks up.

“oh and before that miss y/n.”

y/n turns back and sees him with a small smile on his face.

“could you get me coffee? there’s a cafe just nearby, i believe you know where it is.” he says smugly.

“yes, sir.”

🖇️. the realization

three years

it’s been three years since their first encounter, meaning three years of y/n having to tolerate jay’s temperament on top of her secretarial duties. over those three years she learned how to be more patient around the guy. she’s run enough personal errands for her to get to know jay from his coffee orders and schedules, to his pet peeves, including the people who contribute to such pet peeves.

she knocks on the ceo’s door before heading in, and yes, she learned she doesn’t have to wait for jay to answer as most of the time he hums out his approvals. y/n’s nose twitches as she walks into a whiskey scented room. there she sees jay pouring himself a glass, most likely a refill while staring out the window.

“all documents have been uploaded into the system, and i sent out all the emails for those with pending revisions. i double checked and you’re booked with back to back meetings with the project investors and the company’s board for tomorrow. i will be taking my leave now, sir.” she nods before turning to leave, not being affected by the guy’s lack of attention, or rather, decency to look at her and respond.

three years have passed, and yet, she couldn’t understand his attitude, but she didn’t mind.

“no you will not.” she hears him say. she glances at one of the room’s clocks before turning to jay who was now gathering papers on his desk, walking toward her. “as much as i understand the joys of heading home after a hard day’s work, we unfortunately have a new deadline set for tonight.” he breathes out as he hands y/n the papers.

given how big the company was, the workload was definitely as heavy loaded. the sky was already dark, but y/n knew that if she left, she might put the project, even her job, at risk.

she gives jay a smile and a nod before heading back to her desk.

unbeknownst to her, jay noticed her expression falter when he informed her of the night’s overtime work. “no plans for tonight?” y/n turns to jay in confusion, the guy equally as shocked at his casualness.

“uhm, not really sir…just catching a commute home is all.” she gives him a small smile. jay’s mouth forms an ‘o’ as he nods. he opens his mouth to offer the girl a ride home, but he’s quick to realize that he might be overstepping his boundaries.

“you may leave…to work that is.” he adds to which y/n smiles at before leaving.

three years since jay’s met y/n, and for three years jay’s learned to control his temper and arrogance, well, mostly around her. for three years, jay learned that y/n will always talk to him with a smile, and although he knew that she was just being polite, he found it to, literally, be the brightest part of his busy days as ceo.

he also learned more about y/n’s favorite music. he remembers hearing her singing to the 1975’s whole discography one time they were working late. he also remembers singing along himself.

so when he hears a familiar tune playing from outside his office, a small smile forms on his face.

“she had a face straight outta magazine.” he starts singing.

“god only knows but you'll never leave her.” jay looks up and sees y/n outside, glasses on and hair up in a messy bun. He watches as y/n picks up her water bottle, using it as a makeshift mic as she sings the rest of the song.

“and when she gets his gun he's begging, "babe, stay, stay, stay, stay, stay."”

he laughs to himself as y/n sings out the chorus. without realizing, a smile forms on his face as he hears her through the glass between them. the window was one-way, so he could see her without her seeing him, the glass, though, was not soundproof.

jay laughs out loud at a little voice crack, but that doesn’t stop her from singing.

he didn’t realize he’s been watching her for long until he heard a ping from his laptop. it was an email from y/n about the documents, a reminder about work, and how their relationship was strictly just co-workers.

a follow-up email from y/n arrived with the same subject with “DISREGARD LAST EMAIL SENT” attached at the end. jay three years ago would have immediately deleted the last email, but as said, the three years he’s been with y/n made him a little lose with himself.

and so he opens it, but instead of the document attached, a picture of a the 1975 concert ticketing details was attached. jay looks up to see a stressed out y/n who was slapping her cheeks, trying to get herself to focus.

for a moment, jay thought she looked pretty, but the thought quickly went away as he opened the follow-up email.

it was finally ten minutes to midnight when the pair finally finished. as jay stands to stretch, y/n walks in, glasses off and hair fixed back. “everything has been completed sir, and the schedules for tomorrow stay as is…”

y/n unknowingly trails off as she watches jay move his neck from side to side, veins showing. the rolled up sleeves to his polo and slightly messed up hair didn’t help either.

for three years y/n knew jay. she also knew that besides being known for his success and temperament, he was known for his good looks. what amazed her was the fact that the guy was single since birth with his looks and background. apparently work took over and was the center of his life.

“y/n? All good there?” the girl blinks as she hears her name. It was the first time he addressed her without honorifics. “o-oh yeah, just kinda tired….b-but glad we finished the job.”  she adds.

jay chuckles, she swore she felt her heart skip a beat.

“well in that case, let’s head home.” he says as he tosses her his car keys. y/n was taken aback by the ceo who was now walking out of his office.

“s-sir, i--”

“i drank, i can’t drive. you know where I park.” he smiles as he walks into the elevator. when the doors shut y/n punches the air in frustration.

“three years and still an asshole!”

and so there they were driving along the highway in silence, the radio being the only source of noise. what else was there to talk about with your boss outside of work?

y/n stifles a yelp as she hears “somebody else” play on the radio. she shakes her head, remembering that she was just her boss’s driver for the night. to her surprise, jay turns up the volume.

“the song’s nice…now, what’s your address?” he asks as he starts pressing on the navigation screen. “sir, i live opposite your place. i can just book a ride from your area--”

“and it would make me…let’s say…an asshole, if i let you go home on your own this late at night.” thankfully y/n was driving and kept her eyes on the road so she wouldn’t see jay’s gaze on her.

they finally arrive in front of her apartment complex. “wait! It’s okay, i can help myself!”  y/n says as she sees him move to get out of the car. “and who do you expect to drive me from your place to mine?” he laughs. y/n blushed in embarrassment.

as y/n was about to make a dash for the doors, jay honks his horn, his windows rolled down.

“you can come in late tomorrow, i’ll push back some schedules myself!”

he drives off without an answer, but does hope she heard him.

it was late, and yet, jay found himself stuck in traffic on the way home. he turns up the volume as he hears the 1975’s discography still being played on the radio.

he suddenly remembers the ticketing details y/n accidentally sent him.

jay had to admit that within the three years they’ve known each other, there were times he found himself smiling at even the smallest of her actions. it amazed him that she was patient enough with him despite their less than decent first encounter.

it was a long shot, but he wanted to try, and so he dials a number.

“hey jake, can i ask you a favor?”

🖇️. the confession

getting the tickets was easy, handing them over to y/n, not so much.

the day he was about to give it to her while inserted in between a bunch of documents, he learned she’d secured a ticket of her own.

and so there he was, seated inside the arena with an empty chair beside him.

“mister park?!”

His eyes widen as he hears a familiar voice. “Well, I did say their songs were nice.” Although he stayed cool and composed, he felt a funny feeling in his stomach as Y/n sat on the seat beside the empty one.

his eyes widen as he hears a familiar voice. “well, i did say their songs were nice.” although he stayed cool and composed, he felt a funny feeling in his stomach as y/n sat on the seat beside the empty one.

y/n didn’t know how to feel. awkward because she was about to watch her favorite band’s concert with her boss? but what she knew was she definitely felt something seeing him dressed up in a cream sweater, rolled up to his elbows, and black slacks paired with sneakers. she also had to admit that just the scent of his strong perfume made her heart race.

“so, who are you with sir?”

“you can just call me jay.” he smiles. ‘damn that smile again.’ y/n feels her cheeks heat up, luckily the arena was dark so he couldn’t see her. “then, who are you with tonight jay.”

“a friend….who i think blew me off, he isn’t responding to any of my texts.” after learning about y/n securing her tickets, he immediately came up with a list of reasons in any case they saw each other at the concert, and coincidentally, they were seated next to each other.

jay chuckles as he notices y/n’s stiffness. “sorry about the sudden casualty, you must be really surprised.” he scratches the back of his neck. y/n was definitely more than shocked, but she just flashes him a smile. “i am….but hey, we’re just here to enjoy.” she lightly punches his shoulder.

she gasps as she realizes what she’s done, but her embarrassment goes away as jay lightly punches her shoulder back. “what? i can have fun too…you can have fun around me too.”

as the lights dim signaling the start of the concert, y/n feels something she’s never felt before in all three years she’s been stuck with jay.

comfort

y/n was surprised to hear jay singing along to all the band’s songs, which added to a list of things she liked about him. a list she apparently started right then and there.

just then, “robbers” starts to play.

the band invites the audience to stand, and just like the songs before, jay sings along. he finds himself looking over at y/n as he sings the lines. he may have only recently memorized the band’s songs on top of work, but he can confidently say he’s got the lyrics to this particular song down. and why was that?

for three years jay’s been robbing away y/n’s time and energy because of his ways. it was finally time for him to shoot or else he’ll never know. of course it was still a long shot, he knows that just being a boss to y/n was hard enough, what more something beyond that.

they finally sit down after the song, and to his surprise, y/n takes the empty seat beside him.

“looks like your friend bailed on you. but hey, we can still enjoy together.”

and with that, jay gained confidence to do what he was about to do next.

he gently takes y/n’s hands in his as “fallingforyou” plays.  y/n looks from their hands to him.

jay takes a deep breath, “i know this is definitely way above your pay grade…but as the 1975 says, if you never shoot, you’ll never know…and i think i’m falling for you.” he smiles.

he gulps, feeling nervous as y/n turns back to the band. jay was about to let go and apologize, but y/n tightens her grip on his hand, intertwining their fingers.

“and on this night and in this light. i think i'm falling, i'm falling for you.” she sings with a smile plastered on her face.

and that was enough for him to know.

“i'll take it one day at a time. soon you will be mine.”

by. atchi 🚬

#enhypen #park jongseong #jay enhypen #jay x reader #enhypen oneshots #enhypen fic

[cr0ftisprocrastinating]

Hello, me again being just perfectly normal as per usual.

I just finished listening to your INCREDIBLE playlist for HDG, and it's... did I already say incredible? It is very incredible. Wildly eclectic in all the best possible ways. I was SO PLEASED to see Babylon Zoo and Kula Shaker in particular! (no Tattva though?? how dare you it was the first guitar solo I ever learned) Anyway it brought back many many memories, so please find them all enclosed lol

I'm on holiday and have LOTS of time to kill, so I have constructed a sectioned, annotated list ❤️

The Best Song

Reef - Place your hands

I think this might be the best song ever made in the 90s? It's lived in my head forever. APPARENTLY the lyrics are "place your hands on my hope" but I have been singing "on my hole" for so fucking long and I will not change now. Those are the real lyrics as far as I’m concerned. Anyway it’s so joyful!

Songs that people don't remember until they hear them

Suede - Beautiful Ones - The chorus definitely rings through Hermione’s head whenever a Slytherin walks into the room lmao

Supergrass - Alright - I feel like I heard this song every single day for a decade

Stone Roses - She Bangs the Drums - Their most pop song and holy shit its good

Ocean Colour Scene - Riverboat song - Not only amazing, but also the intro riff was the soundtrack to TFI Friday with that bastard Chris Evans (the other one)

Corner Shop - Brimful of Asha - Oh god this song hahah. Another one that was played so much it just became the general background noise of life

The Seahorses - Love is the law - I dunno if anyone even remembers John Squire had another band after the Stone Roses, but he did and this track was the only song of theirs I ever heard but it was enough that I remember them

Catatonia - Mulder and Scully - Is there anything more 90s than the X-Files?

The Divine Comedy - Something For the Weekend - Inextricably linked with the above in my head for reasons I can't remember. Maybe just because they're both spooky??

The Mavericks - Dance the Night Away - The happiest break up song ever made?

Juggernauts of the era

I mean these need no explanation so I mostly haven't bothered, but Bittersweet Symphony was literally the sound of an entire generation (and the music video? Just walking down a shitty street, disconnected from everyone around him, singing about hopelessness while dressed all in black, barging uncaringly past people??? IT MEEEE lol). Also a reminder that Things Can Only Get Better was the Labour Party song when everyone thought Tony Blair would save us from the conservatives 🙄

Verve - Bittersweet Symphony

Oasis - Cigarettes & Alcohol

Blur - Girls and Boys

Pulp - Common People - 🎵 Rent a flat above a shop, cut your hair and get a job 🎵

Prince - 1999

DReam - Things Can Only Get Better

Songs I don't think necessarily fit your playlist vibe but I remember fondly anyway

Radiohead - Fake Plastic Trees - One of my faves, it’s so fucking depressing lol. “She lives with a broken man, a cracked polystyrene man” 🥹

Ace of Base - All That She Wants - My dad loved Ace of Base for some reason? Which was weird because he mostly just listened to Pavarotti

4 Non Blondes - What's up - Still find myself regularly singing Heeeeeeeeayyy yeaaaah yeaaah yeahhh constantly 

The Shamen - Ebeneezer Goode - E’s are good, gettit??? It’s such a blatant, smirking middle-finger to The Establishment that you’ve got to kinda love it, even if it’s fucking irritating to actually listen to hahah

Shaggy - Oh Carolina

Wet Wet Wet - Goodnight Girl - I did NOT listen to Wet Wet Wet. But my mum did, and this song was in heavy rotation, so I still know all the lyrics

And as this is an ask, I've prepared an actual question! Do you listen to music while you're writing? I can't, I get too distracted by the lyrics and I lose the ability to write words!

OK that's it I'm done have fun! <3 xx

Stars…your name is fitting because you are what?? HEAVENLY.

I will be adding all of these to the playlist tomorrow. Even if they don’t ‘fit the vibe’. The vibe of the playlist is - there is no vibe! It’s like what if Hermione and Theo bought every single weird mashup CD to occupy them in their little copy room, and therefore ANY and ALL bangers are welcomed hehe.

Re: writing to music - it depends on my mood! When I am struggling to get words down I definitely think it helps to focus me in the right ‘tone’. For NETG I used that miserable playlist a LOT lmao. Sometimes I get overexcited though and have to ‘dance around my room’ - a thing I have done my entire life and is not dancing at all, rather me hurtling from one end of my room to another, grinning madly as the made up people in my head do things I want them to.

I always try and convince myself I can listen to music while I study. This is always a lie. One day I’ll grow out of it, but not today

#Croft answers #Hermione grangers diary #asks

[katzosman21]

movavi picverse photo editor review

Last May when my Mother passed away suddenly, we thought i'd have something different to celebrate the good times we had together. I thought a slide show comprised of old photos of her and other friends on DVD would be a way to. We checked with the funeral director, they did offer a service on the other hand thought I could do higher quality. They only offered to copy 15 photos along with one song. Who wants to hear movavi photo editor License Key over well as over all day at the looking at? I didn't. Besides we wanted to have her your favorite music and gospel groups. A regarding the family members like switching the music as Mom. I figured that I might as well make copies of the DVD for anyone who may 1. Stories develop a nonfiction book come alive, so we checked our stories. So far, every one of the stories we've included are appropriate, but we need more of associated with them. This led to a review men and women resources. We found more stories and will include the in forthcoming chapters. First, assess the photos in order to camera. Could possibly save time when you upload the your computer. As you're reviewing, delete any picture that is probably bad. Should it be a poor exposure or just seconds away . really awful expression, you shouldn't be afraid to get rid of the situation. Take control - become a movavi photo editor editor, and remain a discerning one at the. If you waffle in the least, you'll waste dedication. As you copy the photos, realize that some set the "copied" ones to the other side. That would thought of as a good time to organize them into groups too. Installing your camera on the tripod. Because of the any kind of support maybe you have. A beanbag will work good for this too. Angle the camera so it points to your back on the background just above the crease. place your camera in employment so which includes automatic is pointing directly towards the photo, can recall the photo is actually going to at a small angle as it rests about the background. Start to to set the camera on the best quality setting likewise includes. Set the white balance to the connected with lighting you are using, either read your manual or set it to Auto. If in order to having a difficult time selecting your profile photos, ask a friend or family member to help the selection process. Ask members of the opposite sex if the photos are attractive inside. What your mom may believe is extremely photo may not the best photo for attracting a potential partner. Get several opinions about the photos for you to use then select the photos which get the most votes. If you utilize a New Love Online-Dating Coach, your coach will help you select extremely photos. Let me start by saying that you just need a profile picture. I know that the idea of allowing complete strangers you can control your photo can be intimidated, but it can be necessary. Research indicates that people that have a profile picture are 75 percent more aiming to have their profile viewed then people who don't possess a picture. If you don't post a picture, people may feel you are unattractive. One for this major highlights of Nokia N900 is its camera option. Machine comes loaded with a high-end 5 member of parliment camera providing a resolution of 2576 x 1936 pixels. A number of the prominent highlights belonging to the N900's camera are Carl Zeiss optics, Dual LED flash, video light, Geo tagging, and auto awareness. In addition to that, utilizing loads of entertainment options in the mobile speak to. Nokia N900 features five integrated games additionally options for downloading few more. The tunes playback of your phone can play diverse files such as WMA, MP3, eAAC+, and WAV while the video playback is capable of playing WMV, RealVideo, MP4, AVI/XviD, and DivX files. So, the scope of entertainment is huge in Nokia N900.

#MOVAVI PHOTO EDITOR

[veworsweet]

Nier automata crack crashes random

#Nier automata crack crashes random how to#

#Nier automata crack crashes random install#

#Nier automata crack crashes random mod#

#Nier automata crack crashes random drivers#

#Nier automata crack crashes random mod#

so now if inject reshade 3.07 directly in the game folder renaming dxgi files into ReShade64 to not overvrite far's dlls should work?or do i have to put the Reshade64 dlls into the mod folder? I have not yet looked into third-party software that I have no use for such as Discord, but you can be sure that I will eventually as part of my roadmap for 0.8.x. Like I've said, the 0.8.x branch of Special K is all about compatibility and when this stupid fiasco boils down, documentation. Tends to just be a band-aid compensation to bypass other issues that need to be resolved with the system.Kaldaien の投稿を引用：Yes, ReShade + 3DMigoto + Special K/FAR + Steam Overlay + GeForce Experience has been tested and shown compatible. I also don't consider adjusting CPU affinity to really be a good solution from personal experience. Well, I'm not exactly seeing a lot of evidence from this thread that it's even working. It's possible, I imagine, that limiting the number of CPU cores available to the game decreases the performance enough so that this race condition have time to solve itself before the second shader tries to access the resource that the first shader was working with. AMD actually solved the issue, unlike nVidia.Īccording to Kaldaien, the crash is due to some critical race condition bug that occurs because one shader is trying to write to some memory while another shader is reading from it.

#Nier automata crack crashes random drivers#

Messaggio originale di lPaladinl:I don't see what changing CPU affinity has to do with solving an issue of GPU drivers crashing.Īlso AMD users don't have this problem anymore so long as their drivers are up to date.

#Nier automata crack crashes random how to#

There's instructions for how to set up an automated shortcut you can use in the chapter about the issue in my guide: save using Escape -> Enter -> Enter if you're in a quick save area even after the issue have occurred.Īnyway, try the CPU core affinity trick out. The issue either involves a frozen image (as in your case) or a completely blank/white image, with the characteristics of the game running in the background and still recognizing input. That said, the core affinity trick is also one of the most effective ways to prevent the white screen issue from happening, which is the issue you're affected by as well by the way. They're running an illegitimate copy of the game, which is known to have major issues with crashes to the desktop. Messaggio originale di AnalogFlame:how would ur game crash.Mine would crash by freezing the game and freezing my PC but u could still hear the music from the game going I hope this helps someone who still wants to play the PC-version. I have the latest FAR-patch installed too. Since then I had for 3 hour no crash at all while on highest graphic settings running on a 980 gtx and an i7.

#Nier automata crack crashes random install#

Skip the software, install drivers only.) (I have the gut-feeling that its this tool what ♥♥♥♥s around with the game and brings it to crash, so maybe the same goes for AMD users. Important: by using "device manager",in windows so i can skip the GeForce Experience software, since it's always tries to update to newer versions. I installed the oldest nvidia driver from 2015. BLOCK any automatic update for nvidia or in my case windows 10 too uninstall drivers completly (with DDU) especially the GeForce Experience tool EDIT : Dind't work 100% better Solution in Post #3įor all of you who still try to play this amazing game which is programed like♥♥♥♥♥♥and crashes every 20-50 minutes, here's a possible good fix solution for nvidia gpu's (and maybe for amd, maybe)

#Nier automata crack crashes random

[uncpanda]

Flirting

AN: An AU where Foyett doesn’t go after Hotch’s family, and Hotch and Haley both get to move on into new relationships. 

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner X GN!Reader 

 “Has anyone else noticed that since the divorce, everywhere we go, women are flirting with Hotch?” You choke on your water at Derek’s question, and Spencer has to bang on your back to help clear your airway. 

Everyone’s eyes are on you, and with a final cough you say, “Out of everything I could have anticipated coming out of your mouth, that was nowhere on the list.” 

Derek shrugs, “It’s true. Cece in the Matloff case, Kate in New York.” 

“They liaised.” Emily pipes in and Derek grins while Spencer’s brow furrows.

Derek grins and lists several more recent examples.  

“Enough.” Rossi’s face says to grow up but his eyes speak to mischief, “Please tell me you all don’t analyze my love life like this.” 

You grin, “We don’t have that much time Dave. We have jobs and friends and families.” 

He swats you lightly on the head with a casefile, “Watch it smartass.” 

“Anyways, Dave is right.” 

“I may be right, but that wasn’t my point. I just wanted to be involved.” 

You roll your eyes and listen as the team shifts from talking about women flirting with Hotch to setting him up on a dating website. It’s been over a year since the divorce, and you know for a fact that Haley is dating someone. So did the rest of the team. He seemed fine to you. He had said very nice things about the guy. 

You keep your opinions to yourself, and turn back to your paperwork. Your nose is buried in a file when you feel him approach, right as Emily says something about him needing to get laid. You smirk when Hotch clears his throat and the team scatters to the wind. 

When he turns to look at you, you don’t look back. Instead you hunch over farther. A second later you feel a hand apply a light pressure in between your shoulder blades, forcing you to straighten. 

You look up and find the hand connected to Hotch, “You’re going to hurt your back.” 

You sit up, “I was trying to distance myself from the gossip.” 

“I appreciate that.” 

His fingers trail lightly down your back, and you can barely repress the shiver that goes down your spine. You shoot him a look and see the small grin hidden there. You roll your eyes as he heads back up to his office. 

You bug out on time for once, and get home fairly easy. You start dinner, and play some light music in the background. You’re tossing the salad when you hear the door open. Footsteps trek across the apartment, his bag lands on his desk, his keys next to it. From there you know he’ll shirk his jacket, take off his tie, and roll up the sleeves of his shirt.

Butterflies roll through your stomach, because you know what happens next. Sure enough a minute later strong arms wrap around your middle, and lips are pressed to the crook of your neck. He nibbles a little bit before saying, “I can’t believe you managed to keep a straight face.” 

“I’ve been doing it for six months now.” 

He straightens, and his hands move to your hips while his chin rests on the top of your head, “Was Dave any help.” 

“No! He just edges them on.” 

“We could just come out and tell them. Haley knows.” 

You roll your eyes, “Haley is the mother of your son. She needs to know who he’s spending time with. You were the same way when she started dating Bryan.” 

He snorts, “But I don’t go out on a monthly boy’s night with him, now do I?” 

You bat your lashes at him, “Maybe if you asked nicely?” 

His fingers glide across your ribs and you squeal as the tickling starts, and he hauls you away from the stove. You call mercy a minute later, and he kisses you. “Me and Haley being friends doesn’t bother you, does it?” 

You’d come into the BAU about six months after Aaron’s divorce and hadn’t met Haley until you and Aaron started dating. The two of you shared a lot of interests and a friendship had developed as a result. 

“Not at all. It’s nice that there’s no strife there, that we all just get along.” 

You stretch up and kiss him, and he grins into it, “We are going to have to tell the team, you know. Strauss and Dave have known since we filed the paperwork but. . .” 

You cut him off with another kiss, and when you pull back you say, “They’re profilers. If they don’t figure it out in the next six months, you may need to fire them.” Aaron just laughs, thoroughly content and happy. 

#aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner reader insert #aaron hotchner imagine #hotch #criminal minds #criminal minds reader insert #criminal minds fanfic #criminal minds fanfiction #cm fanfic #cm reader insert

[kenzumekodma]

18+, minors & ageless blogs dni

pairing: izuku midoriya x fem!reader

wc: 1931

warnings: virginity loss, more plot than porn, mutual pining, sex in a semi-public space, unprotected sex (*mean girls coach voice* everybody take some rubbers)

find the rest of my kinktober masterlist here!

You sip on a drink, giggling about something you’re not sure you’ll remember in the morning with Tsu and Kirishima. Designated drivers Iida and Bakugou sit in the corner of the room and watch, making awkward small talk. And barely ten feet away from where you sit, Izuku stands on the little stage at the front of the karaoke room your friend group had booked. He’s not sure how he got wrangled into singing, but here he stands. Mina and Kaminari stand by the machine, picking songs and occasionally piping in with drunken backup vocals.

“Midoriya! Do you know this song?” Kaminari asks, pointing to an older, electronic song. Izuku shakes his head, and Denki motions for him to pop in some earbuds while the rest of you talk amongst yourselves. “This one’s sure to get her,” he nudges Izuku.

“H-huh? Get who? I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Izuku says quickly, pink dusting his freckled cheeks.

“Y/n, obviously. You’ve been staring at her all night. Don’t tell me you haven’t been, don’t even. We’ve all got eyes. If you were any more obvious then even she would notice it,” Mina chimes in. She presses play on her phone and music well out of his comfort zone floods his ears. As the song draws to a close, he nods.

“A-alright, I’ll do it.”

“That’s my dude!” Denki grins. Mina pats his back encouragingly.

“Go get her, tiger!” she says.

A light electronic beat starts, with Izuku’s shaky voice over it. Kaminari shouts the background vocals from the front row. He can’t bring himself to look at you, he can see out of the corner of his eye that you’re still engrossed in a conversation he can’t hear, close enough to Kirishima that your thighs are touching his as he leans down to hear what you’re saying.

“...t-tell your boyfriend if he says he’s got beef, that I’m a vegetarian and I ain’t fuckin’ scared of him,” Izuku sings, finally daring to look at the two of you directly. Your eyes widen when it registers to you that this is the first time you’ve heard Izuku curse without stuttering. The look of shock on your face makes Izuku smile. The way his confidence grows the more you watch him, that’s more intoxicating to him than the mixed drink Mina had handed him when he walked in the room a little over an hour ago. He’s thankful the melody is simple, focusing instead of ennunciating the words.

At the end of the most… confusing? enlightening? three minutes of your night, you’re barely aware of Kirishima’s arm around you anymore. Your focus on Izuku and subsequent dropped conversation doesn’t pass him by.

“‘S nearly 9, I’m leaving. If you’re driving with me, get your shit,” Bakugou announces. Kirishima moves to stand, and looks at you, a nugget of hope buried in his expression.

“You comin’ with us?” he asks. You glance at Izuku, who’s talking to Todoroki and Iida. Chances are, you think, he’s going to stay.

“I, uh, I’m gonna stick around for a bit,” you say apologetically. “See you tomorrow though?”

“Oh, uh, yeah. Tomorrow,” Kirishima says, hoping you don’t notice his brief flash of disappointment. He gives your hand a quick squeeze before following Bakugou to wait by the door. You look around the room and catch Denki and Mina pulling Izuku away from your friends, muttering something with smirks on their faces and pointing at the music machine.

“Just stay, she’ll stay till you go, I promise. I know girls,” Denki says to Izuku.

“No, he doesn’t, but I’ll admit he’s right this time,” Mina says.

Over the next hour or so the rest of your friends file out. Some riding with Tenya, some taking the train, and the remaining stragglers walking, until you and Izuku are the only two left. The phone on the wall rings, and you answer, asking to extend your booking by another half hour.

“Y-you’re planning on sticking around that long?” he asks, fidgeting with the machine by the stage.

“I, uh, I kinda figured you were,” you say. “Because you didn’t leave with Todoroki and Iida, and they were you ride here, right?”

“Yeah, right, they were,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck. He clears his throat. “Look, I, I wanted to stay because I was hoping I could be alone with you.”

“Me?”

“Mhm,” he confirms, pink creeping across his face again. You let out a little laugh in disbelief.

“You’re what, the top hero in the country? You could bag any girl you wanted without trying, you know that, right?”

“I have to try with you. I, uh, I like that,” he murmurs.

“You really don’t,” you say. “Have to try, I mean. I think you just want to. And I think your eyes are pretty but just for decoration.” You move closer to him, brushing a stray curl away from his eyes. “Because if they were of any use, you’d see I’ve had a stupidly big crush on you since we were in university.”

“R-really? But, Kirishima?” Izuku replies. It’s your turn for heat to creep up your neck.

“He and I, we, uh, had a bit of a thing. He wanted to help me get over you,” you confess. “It, uh, it worked for a while. He, he showed me ways to feel good, and ways to make myself feel good. And I kind of hoped I’d like him the way he likes me, but I, I can’t,” the words tumble out of your mouth, burning like a waterfall of whiskey as they pour past your lips. A low beat rumbles quietly in the background. You try to will yourself to pay attention to the lyrics, but Izuku’s lifting your chin to look him in the eye.

“I, I think it’s more than a little obvious, at least according to Kaminari and Ashido. But I like you too. Always have,” he says. The way his stomach flips when you smile at him, he’d pay anything to get to experience that again and again. “C-can you maybe, uh,” he hesitates for a moment, nerves creeping up on him as he sees you hang onto his every word. “Can you show me what Kirishima showed you?”

“What do you mean?”

“Show me how to make you feel good? It’s not a, uh, wholesome thing, per se, but I’ve, I’ve thought about fucking you for years. Dreamed about it, even. I, uh, used to use less of my hand, so I could pretend it’s yours.” As quickly as his confidence had appeared earlier in the evening, it disappears. He looks anywhere but at you as his secrets spill from his tongue.

“I can do that,” you say. You pull him closer by the belt, reaching one hand up to settle in his curls. You pull him gently down to reach your lips. His lips move instinctually against yours, revelling in your taste. Half of him can’t even believe this is real. His arm is around your waist, but he pulls back.

“I’ve never done this before,” he confides in you.

“You’ve got nothing to worry about, I’m right here,” you say quietly. He pulls you backwards with him towards the bench and lets himself fall. You brace yourself for impact, but you’re pleasantly surprised when he catches you. You straddle his lap, trailing kisses down his neck. He groans, and you feel his cock stir beneath you.

“How long have you been waiting for this, did you say?” you ask.

“We’re, uh, 25 now? So, s-seven years,” he says, cringing to himself.

“I’d better make it worth the wait, then,” you smile. You shift your weight backwards and reach between your bodies to unbuckle Izuku’s belt. He shimmies out of his jeans as much as he can manage as you slide your panties off from under your dress with a little difficulty. Both caught up in removing your clothing, you’re reminded of each other for a moment when your heads collide.

“I, I’m sorry!” Izuku exclaims, but you just laugh.

“‘S’alright,” you giggle and kiss his forehead where it hit yours. He pulls your head gently down to reciprocate. Your smile is contagious, quickly spreading to Izuku.

“Don’t get too rough with me, yeah?” he teases.

“No promises,” you say, winking at him. He chuckles. His hands grip your hips as he hovers you over his cock. “You sure about this, ‘zuku?” you ask.

“Never been more sure of anything,” he breathes out. “Please, I want to feel you around me. I want you,” he assures you. You nod and let him guide you down onto his length.

“S-slowly, slower, please,” you groan at the stretch. He’s quick to ease up on you. Kirishima may have been larger overall, but Izuku’s still quite a lot for you to take without any prep. He lets you push yourself down on him until he’s buried to the hilt in your soft, welcoming cunt.

“C-can I move? Do you want to do that? What, what should I do? Wanna make you feel good, bunny,” he moans out nearly in a single breath. Your face flushes deeper at the pet name. “You, you got tighter, ‘s’that mean you like it? Bunny?” he tests it out. You nod shyly.

“You can move, n’ I like it,” you say, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. Izuku spreads his hands out on your hips. You feel him relax more under you as he guides you up and down. The corner of your mouth quirks into a smirk. You raise your hips and hover over his lap, just the head of his cock barely inside of you. His breath hitches and a low whine spills from his lips.

“Wh-whatcha doing?” his voice is strained. You just smile in response. You plunge yourself down all the way on his cock. You moan in tandem. “F-fuck, bunny, just like that, you feel so good,” he babbles.

“Here,” you say, guiding one of Izuku’s hands away from your waist. “Touch me here. It, uh, it feels really good.” With your hand over his, you take his thumb and rub it in light circles around your clit. The sound that falls from his throat is guttural as he feels you, hears you, in the most intimate of ways. You roll your hips into his. When you’re confident he’ll keep up his ministrations, you loop your arms around the back of his neck.

“Am, am I doing alright?” he pants. “Th-think I can get as good as Kirishima?” he asks, hope edging out doubt in his curiosity.

“Shh, you’re doing good, ‘zuku, so good. Don’t, don’t wanna talk about him. ‘S you, ‘s always been you,” you angle your hips, grinding the head of his cock into the spongy area along your walls. “F-fuck,” you moan. “‘M close, w-wanna cum with you. Y-you wanna cum, ‘zuku?”

“God, yes, fuck, please, I wanna cum. P-please, make me cum,” he babbles. It only takes a few more rolls of your hips, a few more flicks of his thumb rubbing against you, before you’re clenching and whimpering around his cock and he’s spilling his load inside you.

You sit breathless on Izuku’s lap, feeling his cock soften inside you as he holds you tight against him.

“D-did I live up to your expectation? Do you regret that at all?” you ask, worry creeping into your soft voice. Izuku holds you impossibly closer to him.

“Of course not, bunny,” he murmurs. “It’s always been you.”

#kinktober 2021 #👻.kinktober #izuku midoriya x reader #izuku x reader #deku x reader #izuku midoriya x you #izuku x you #deku x you #izuku smut #deku smut #bnha smut #mha smut #bnha x reader #bnha x you #mha x reader #mha x you #my hero academia x reader #boku no hero academia x reader #izuku midoriya smut

[lipstickstainz]

five times - s. r.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader Summary: A collection of the times Spencer says “I love you” without saying it, and the one time he actually does. Warnings: tooth rotting fluff Word Count: 2k, it’s a short one A/N: happy new year guys! since you wanted this to be fluffy, here it is! hope you enjoy! gif not mine.

Spencer didn't know what he had been expecting when Hotch had announced to the team that they would have young additions. He had assumed that the newcomer would be pretty serious so that he would be taken seriously, and that he would be very reserved at the beginning to get to know the team first and not offend anyone. But he definitely wasn't expecting you.

On your first day, you showed up to work in a knee-length summer dress and high Converse, which threw him off right from the start. While JJ and Emily always wore something office appropriate, you didn't seem to mind catching everyone's eye. With an infectious confidence and a big smile on your face, you introduced yourself to the others. While most of the team looked at you as if you were from another star - except for Penelope Garcia, of course, she was incredibly happy to finally know another colorful bird in the midst - Spencer liked that you stayed true to yourself. No matter what anyone else thought of you.

You went through life with an ease that was quite atypical of your profession. It almost reminded Spencer of Garcia, but only almost. You didn't have to look away when someone showed you photos of dead bodies. He sometimes caught himself worrying that the job would eventually take away your cheerfulness.

"'DO NOT TOUCH' would probably be a really unsettling thing to read in braille“, you said as you sat in the bullpen. Your desk bordered his, so Spencer only had to look up from his files to give you an amused look.

"Where did you come up with that?", he asked, a smile curling his lips.

You shrugged before looking at him. "I don't know. But it would be pretty disturbing, wouldn't it? How fortunate that it can't happen to me."

Spencer tilted his head. "Because you're not blind?"

"Because I can't read braille“, you replied with a grin, and he laughed out loud, drawing everyone's attention. Spencer smiled briefly at them and motioned for them to turn back to their work so you could continue talking undisturbed.

He leaned a little in your direction before whispering to you.

"Your head must be a wonderful place to live in."

-

It was incredibly loud and the air was too stuffy to be able to grasp a clear thought. But maybe it was just the alcohol the bartender was pouring out like Penelope had certain nicknames regarding Derek. But it also seemed to be Garcia's goal to get the entire team drunk on her birthday. She had round after round coming to your booth, repeating "one of you is dancing on the table today" several times. You were sure it would be Penelope herself. Or JJ.

You were enjoying yourself with Emily on the dance floor of the club. You were incredibly warm, which was probably 75% due to the alcohol you had already drunk. You were wearing tight jeans and a backless, loose top, and yet your skin was so hot that the clothes almost stuck to you. At first you had worried that Emily and you were too different to become friends, but one day she showed up on your doorstep after an exhausting case and stayed all night. It had bonded you together.

In a quiet moment, you looked to the others and Derek raised an arm, signaling you were ready for the next round of shots. You grabbed Emily's arm and, singing, you squeezed through the crowd toward the table.

"If you wanna be my lover, you gotta get with my friends“, you sang, and you dropped into the empty seat next to Spencer, who looked at you with amusement. "Make it last forever, friendship never eeeend“, you sang on, leaning back in Spencer's direction without touching him. When he tried to put his arm around you to pull you close, you pushed him away. "I'm sweaty and sticky, Spence. I don't think you're into that."

But Spencer reached for your hand and intertwined his fingers with yours before pulling you onto his lap. His breath brushed your face and you smelled the alcohol in it. "I don't care. I love touching you."

-

"There's a documentary about the formation of the universe and black holes in theaters tonight“, Spencer said. The team was on its way back from a case in Dallas, and while the others were resting or listening to music, you two were playing chess. Not that it was fair, but you liked the challenge and Spencer finally had someone to play with again. "I was wondering if you would like to join me. This case has been exhausting and I think we could use a distraction." He asked without looking up from the chessboard. His face turned glowing red, which you didn't notice because you were trying not to go checkmate in three moves.

You moved your queen before you looked at him. His shoulders were tense and he was breathing shallowly. Spencer bit the inside of his lower lip nervously. "I'd love to“, you smiled, and at your reply he seemed to visibly relax.

Spencer picked you up at home after you showered and got ready. You were wearing jeans and a loose sweater. Up until that point, Spencer had been sure you couldn't get any more beautiful, but when you hugged him with a sparkle in your eye and a warmth in your smile, he wasn't sure anymore.

"Origin of the universe and black holes?", you assured yourself as you stood outside the movie theater. Spencer nodded, his hands buried in his pants pockets. You smirked. "You have to promise me one thing, though."

"And that would be?", he asked as he paid for the tickets and put yours in your hand. You smiled at him.

"You have to promise me that you will tell me every one of your clever thought processes. I want to hear every comment you make, all right? Even if people around us complain."

It was the second time Spencer and you had done something together outside of work, and you enjoyed his company very much, which of course was partly because you'd had a crush on him ever since he'd once explained something to you about his case that you hadn't understood. Spencer had explained it to you as well as he could, and when you thanked him afterwards, he didn't know what hit him. No one cared about his clever anecdotes or explanations, and the fact that you had even thanked him for it made his heart beat faster. Just as it did now.

Spencer looked at you, pleased. "We're the only ones at the movies, Y/N. No one's going to complain."

"Then you can explain everything I don't understand at your leisure."

You entered the movie theater and took your seats. He handed you the packet of popcorn. "You are my partner in crime. You are my favorite person."

-

"The exhibit was very interesting“, you said as you left the museum. It hadn't been your first visit, but visiting it with Spencer was a very different experience. You liked that he had something to say about most of the exhibits. "Thank you for being here with me."

Spencer smiled down at you. "Well, actually, I asked you to go here with me. So I have to say thank you."

"But I wouldn't have been here tonight if you hadn't asked me. So, thanks for that."

Your apartment wasn't far away, and with each step you hoped the evening wouldn't end just yet. As you stood in front of your apartment complex, Spencer nervously stepped from one foot to the other. "I had a really nice evening“, he confessed.

"Me too." If you didn't want the evening to end now, you had to take the plunge. "I'd never been on a date to a museum before."

Spencer's eyes widened and for a moment you feared you had misinterpreted everything. The looks, the stories and the touches. But Spencer stopped your train of thought. "Neither have I. Well, I had been to a museum before, of course, but it had never been dates, and I'm glad I was there with you“, he babbled, blushing, which made you smile. You liked that you could read his feelings from his face. "Um, maybe we can meet again tomorrow? For dinner? If that's not too much for you?"

You didn't answer him, but put your arms around his neck and gently pulled him down to you. In his face you searched for signs that he didn't want this, and when you couldn't find any, you gently placed your lips on his.

At first he didn't return the kiss, which you attributed to his surprise. He stiffened and it took a moment for the synapses in his brain to realize what exactly was happening. You were kissing him. And you had kissed him first. When his mind started thinking again, his hands settled on your waist and he pulled you a little closer to him to deepen the kiss. When you broke away from each other, he had a gleam in his eyes.

"I recorded a short film about quantum physics that was on TV“, you whispered, opening your eyes while he kept his still closed. "If you like, you can come upstairs with me and we can watch it together."

The short movie played as background music while you sat on your couch and kissed until your lips were swollen and your lungs were gasping for air.When he broke away from you for a moment, all he could do was whisper.  "I'm addicted to you."

-

You had tried to keep your relationship a secret, and had failed miserably.

It had taken a psychopath, a hostage, and an explosion for you to fall into each other's arms and for Spencer to kiss you stormily in front of the team. His fingers dug into your skin and would surely leave bruises, but you didn't care. You had escaped the explosion by a hair and Spencer couldn't help but thank all the gods and pull you close to him as you stood in front of him.

"I thought you had been in the building“, he breathed as he gently pushed you off of him to look at you. "I thought I'd lost you."

A tear rolled down your cheek, which he wiped away with his thumb. "You're not getting rid of me that easily, Spence." He pressed another kiss to your mouth before someone cleared their throat. The team stood just a few steps away from you, watching you, which was pretty embarrassing. Except for Hotch, everyone looked pleased and delighted, but you also didn't miss Hotch pressing a bill into JJ's hand.

"That's why you didn't want to go on that blind date I set you up with“, Derek grinned, putting a brotherly arm around Spencer's shoulders. "Pretty boy has a girlfriend."

Nothing ever felt so good as sharing a bed with Spencer after that day. You were half on top of him, he had his arm wrapped around you, and your legs were tangled under the covers. His fingers stroked your bare back and yours danced across his chest. He took a deep breath.

"Are you all right?", you asked, looking at him.

He swallowed. "I know we haven't been together that long and it's probably way too soon, but I almost lost you today and I can't keep it to myself any longer." Gently, he pushed you off of him and propped himself up on his elbow so he had to look down at you. "You're not just my favorite person, Y/N. You inspire me every day and you complete me in every way. You are the person I want to spend the rest of my life with." He put his hand to your cheek and you snuggled against his warm skin. "I love you, Y/N."

- tags below -

@mollygetssherlockcoffee​ / @averyhotchner​ / @ravenclawrandomness​ 

#spencer reid #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid smut #spencer reid headcanon #spencer reid blurb #spencer reid one shot #criminal minds #criminal minds smut #derek morgan #Emily prentiss #jennifer jareau #aaron hotchner #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x reader smut