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007reid · 7 months

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u have absolutely no idea what 'coffee caramels' did to me omg 😭 u write spencer and his mannerisms so WELL hsbsghdbdh so i come to u with a lil request if that's okay with u !!

spencer insists on playing pretend-doctor for reader who's sick (but denying it) so he invokes his technically-a-doctor card and gives his second opinion just to take care of reader n smother them w looooove

essentially just him teasing y/n and being the stupid Cute attentive nerd he is <3

(inspired by S5E3 where he gets stuck at the bau w garcia bc he was being stubborn abt his injury)

i am never ever Normal abt this guy 😞 i look forward to reading more of ur work and losing my mind over reid with u, aine !! mwa

hiii tysm for requesting, youre so fucking sweet!! <33 drop an emoji to let me know who you are and let’s loose our mind over our fav boy together anon!!!! also sorry this took so long, i wrote like 3k but then hated it so i started over, i love this prompt sm so i feel like i had to do it justice.

pspspsp i love s5 spence so fucking much... his hair went from beautiful to ethereal to mad sexy...s5 treated us well. requests are ALWAYS appreciated !!!!!!

soup. spencer reid

spencer reid x fem!reader, 3k

you've been off it for so long, dodging virus after virus and disease after disease and just right when you thought that you are immune to sickness, you caught it. the inevitable fever.

there was no denying it, you've tried. after getting a headache, you popped a tylenol before you went to sleep, nonchalant. the next morning was when reality really came crashing down. a sore throat.

it progressively got worse throughout the day, and when you came crashing into bed after a long day at work, your nose was feeling stuffy and your were coughing, spewing sickness everywhere you went. you woke up in the middle of night sweating like you had just ran a fucking marathon and only able to breathe through one nostril unless you shift your body entirely.

you did not take to these news well. firmly in denial, you still planned to show up to work the next day.

except you didn't show up to work. sickly and delirious, the part when you press snooze then snooze again slip your mind and at one point you must've turn off your alarm entirely. drifting in and out of consciousness and slipping into dream after dream, it gets harder to tell what is real and what is not.

"y/n? y/n!"

now, it is very probable that the voice isn’t actually real, because why the hell would you be hearing spencer reid’s voice outside of work? the chances are slim to none, and despite the heat pounding at your skull you manage to smile. there is something unexplainably comforting about spencer’s voice, soft and deliberate. it would be foolish to say that under the mad spell he’d cast on you (him simply saying two words) he’s managed to melt away your headache, because he didn’t. you still feel like shit.

“y/n?”

you frown, the voice sounding too insistent and real and not matching up with the visuals of your dream. you feel a tapping on your shoulder and when you blink your eyes open you could’ve screamed.

you jump up and then backwards, huddling your blanket with you, scared for your life. because right in front of you is perhaps the most intimidating creature on the earth; spencer reid in a purple sweater vest with his face so close to yours he could breathe in your sickness, hair tucked carefully behind his ear.

“spencer?” you ask incredulously, but instead your voice comes out a rasp. you clear your throat, feeling something warm creep up your cheek. it might be a blush, but you blame it on the chills. you keep blinking, trying to regain your vision and feel instantaneous embarrassment. you look a mess, sick and dehydrated with dry lips and bad hair and you probably reek of morning breath. and spencer’s there, looking like heaven’s finest angel, smiling at you like he’s smiling at a person and not a monster. spencer has the tendency to treat and look at everyone like they’re the love of his life. you sort of hate it.

“hi y/n,” he breathes, crouching down on the floor before you on the bed. “i—“

“what are you doing here?” you’re too impatient to wait, still in shock.

now. you try not to make it obvious that you have a mad crush on spencer, because if the fact were to spill, you’re not eager cleaning up the consequences. it’s an unestablished, unspoken rule that should be common sense that no workplace dating will be allowed and usually it’s a ridiculous rule, because who the hell would want to date their coworker, like actually? work crushes are normal but they exist only in a part of your day, an eye-candy for you to stare at to get through the day, then you go home or go out and forget about them. who actually has serious work crushes, actually? actually? it’s ridiculous.

your defense is completely solid, you’d say. your number one defense is you can’t help the fact that you and spencer were meant to be friends. the moment you joined the team, you and spencer clicked together like two lego pieces, despite your clashing personalities. you find it refreshing to have someone like spencer, someone who’s soft and sweet but cunning and resourceful but thoughtful and kind, and it was equally refreshing for spencer to have someone blunt and straightforward but still patient enough to put up with him.

spencer doesn’t like physical touch but ever since your first week he made you the exception and if you could, you would parade the privilege around like a badge. what can you say, you’re proud to be spencer’s little exception, anyone would be. he makes you feel special, differently than the others do and what’s a girl to do? to have that great of a relationship with a coworker and not be work spouses and not be actually head over heels with the guy? how laughable.

it’s not something you’re proud of, however. you know it’s a lost cause, chasing after spencer. it hurts, sometimes, but you always patted yourself on the back with an ‘it is what it is.’ spencer, as sweet and vulnerable as he is, has layers behind his thinly veiled heart. he talks a lot but he never talks about himself and he never talks about the past so he doesn’t have to revive it, so all the memories are just wounds left out and neglected to burn. spencer’s trouble, definitely trouble, but it’s hard to be aware of the workload that spencer reid is when he’s rambling to you about something as innocent as halloween or knocking his knuckles on your knee during a flight trying to get your attention.

spencer blinks sheepishly, settling criss cross apple sauce on the ground, lanky legs twisting uncomfortably. “you didn’t come into work and you didn’t answer your phone,” he explains. “emily told me to go check on you.”

you nod. he’s here because emily told him to. it makes a lot more sense now. “i’ll head in the office now,” you say, making your way out of bed, wiping at your eyes. “sorry—“

“no you’re not,” spencer says immediately, not even hesitating. he places a hand on your upper chest, pressing you back down on the bed. the butterflies at the pit of your stomach throws a fit. you know he means nothing by the action—has spencer reid ever been the one knowledgeable about romance?—but knowing that doesn’t help the heat that spread up your cheeks that’s definitely not from the sickness. “you’re burning up,” he says. “i’ll get you some water. you should clean up,” he says, uncrossing his legs difficultly and then stumbling out the room, mismatched socks slipping on the hardwood floor.

you take advantage of the time that spencer’s not there and race to the bathroom, ignoring the blackout and the dizziness that threatens to make you faint from getting up too abruptly. you squirt some toothpaste onto your toothbrush and by the time you exit the bathroom, spencer is already there, waiting, except he’s by your desk, hands on a book.

typical.

he perks up when he hears your footsteps pad into the room, turning around, looking like a child who’s been caught with your book in his hands. you smile at him, albeit it’s a pathetic smile. you feel dizzy.

“you like toni morrison?”

“i love toni morrison,” spencer chirps, excitement bouncing all over his face. “especially her masterwork, beloved,” he looks back down at your red copy admiringly then sets it down. "get back in bed," he says, and you can't wrap your hand around how ridiculous the situation is. your coworker, or work crush, is at your house, checking your temperature and shooing you to bed to rest. "i bought you soup so you can eat up, i--"

“you bought me soup?” you ask, incredulous. spencer nods seriously.

“it's proven that eating soup makes people feel better, not just some stereotype. the right amount of sodium can help help relieve sore throat pains and the vitamins and minerals found in soup can play a very large part in recovery...i had a feeling you were going to be sick, it’s the weather, you know? everyone is catching the cold. you need to eat it before it gets cold, the heat helps with nasal digestion and also sinus pressure and it'll be useless if you ate it lukewarm...i’ll be right back…” and with the babbling his voice fades out as he walks back out to the living room, leaving you alone standing on the side of your bed. you look at the forgotten copy of beloved set carefully back onto your desk, smiling to yourself slightly before climbing back into bed, because spencer says so and spencer’s always right but mostly because your legs feel like they’re going to give out.

spencer is speedy, striding several steps at once with his ridiculously long legs that looks unnaturally lanky but once he reaches your room again, soup and spoon in hand you were already nodding off, head lolling and eyes slipping shut. spencer stops at your bed stand, thinking to himself for a second before balancing the plastic bowl of soup on one hand and using the other to gently nudge at your face, waking you up. he grimaces when he feels that your skin burns to the touch, a bright tint to your cheeks that he hates himself for liking because you're sick, he shouldn't be thinking that you're pretty or stuff like that.

spencer waves the thought away, determined to focus on his mission. deliver soup, make sure you're okay, and send his farewells. that's what emily told him to do, and even though derek added a "kiss her goodnight too, loverboy!" he's only going to listen to emily, because emily knows best.

yes. perfect. that's exactly what he's going to do.

"hey," he whispers, caressing his thumb across the lightly purple patch under your eye, frowning to himself. you haven't been getting good enough sleep, and he feels guiltier for waking you up, but then straightens himself up resolutely--no. emily said the soup must be delivered and consumed--just to melt again when your eyes flutter open, confused and traces of sleep still floating around your facial expression. "sorry," he mumbles, feeling oddly embarrassed. "it's just--i mean, you don't have to, jus' want you to eat something before you sleep again."

you sit up slowly, and once you're fully awake again, the smell of the soup hits you like a bucket of ice and you suddenly feel your mouth watering. you feel like a princess, sitting there with your hands crossed in your lap while you wait for spencer to unwrap the plastic utensils and tissues from its clear packaging, carefully opening up the lid of the soup on the night stand and hot steam floats around the room, engulfing both you and spencer in a bubble of tomato soup.

spencer, a planner that he is, didn't let you eat directly from the plastic take-out bowl from the restaurant and had rummaged through your kitchen for a bowl and pours half the soup into the ceramic, no spillage and perfectly clean. then he hands the soup to you, and you eat.

to say that spencer is concerned is to say the least. you're a profiler, and you're trained to pick up on this sort of thing but you only need to be a child with an undeveloped brain to work out that spencer's worried, watching your every move and monitoring that you eat enough, the crease in his brows deepen whenever you set the bowl down so you pick it up again and stuff two more spoonfuls in your mouth, to hopefully make him worry less.

the silence is awkward, the only sounds in the room is you biting down on the spoon occasionally as you drink your soup and spencer watching intently, hands on his chin and unaware of his staring problem. you and spencer rarely has these kind of silences, the silences where you scramble for things to say because the atmosphere would always be too comfortable. you sneak glances at him as you eat. since spencer's completely oblivious to the heaviness of the silence, you feel it's up to you to break it.

"i'll clock in once i'm finish eating this, don't worry," you say, trying your best to sound reassuring as you try to choke back a spoonful of soup too big. you lick your lips, and spencer is biting his, a bad habit.

"no you're not, y/n," he says, exasperated. normally, when spencer uses his 'i'm right so you should listen to me' tone like this, it means he's geared for an argument and you would be happy to challenge him, but now you can't find the energy for it. yet you muster enough up anyway.

"i'm only a bit shaken up 'cause of the weather," you say, trying to sound as convincing as possible, still in the calm before the storm of the bicker. "'m not immobile. and i already used up all my off days visiting my family--"

spencer, however, didn't bother for the peaceful offering. "you're not coming in today, y/n," he says, and he sounds a bit anxious but you know his true intent. his eyes are mirthful with confidence, and he knows he's already won the argument. despite the buzzing in your ears and the fuzziness in your brain, you can't let the bastard win. you can't.

“i can’t miss anymore days spencer, and i won’t,” you say coldly, but you slurping on the soup hungrily like it’s your last day on earth sort of ruined your cool facade. “i’m not too sick, either, it’ll be useless for me to stay home—“

spencer reaches to press his palm against your forehead, his skin cold to the touch. you close your eyes instinctively.

“you’re burning up,” he announces. “means your sick. you’re not coming in today, y/n.”

“says who?” you say defensively, feeling a bit like you’re loosing.

“says me,” spencer says cooly, cheeky smile at his lips. you should hate it more than you do. “who’s a doctor.”

you scoff. “so now you’re an actual doctor? you got a medical phd on you?”

“i have a bachelor in medicine and enough doctorates to make me slightly knowledgeable in every field,” spencer quips and you didn’t even know that he had a bachelor in medicine. how many fucking degrees does this guy even have on his resume?

“whatever,” you grumble, sounding a lot like someone who’s just got defeated. you set the bowl of soup down on the nightstand and spencer hands you a bottled water before you could think about needing water. you pluck it from his offering hands, muttering a “thanks” under your breath.

spencer laughs quietly, watching you drink patiently and putting the cap back on when you hand him back the bottle, setting it next to your soup. you feel ridiculously babied and your cheeks burn with the guilt you feel. you’re talking him off his office hours just to be here and feed you stuff and make sure you’re taking care of yourself.

spencer, the 24/7 profiler, notices. "is something wrong?" he asks innocently, round eyes blinking and oblivious. bless him. "you got redder. is it too hot? i can adjust the a/c."

“fine,” you mumble, still a little embarrassed with your realization. “little cold, actually.”

“it's the chills from your fever,” spencer informs you. “i…” he pauses, frowning again, frustrated from not being able to finish his thought. he abandons it. “do you need anything else?”

“no spence,” you laugh sort of pathetically, throat strained. “you’ve been an angel already. you can go back to the office, if you want.”

spencer thinks back to what emily had told him. soup. make sure she’s ok. leave. he’s done the past two steps. it’s time he completes his mission.

but…

“are you sure?” he prods, a little bit of him hoping that you'd say no. he doesn't know what it is; something bothering him, making him dread leaving.

you didn't get the cue. "mhmm," you shoot him a reassuring smile. as reassuring as you can manage, anyway, grimacing at the insistent throb in your head. spencer gnaws on his bottom lip, indecisive. you don't know what he was deciding between.

whatever battle it was, he wraps it up quick. "okay," he repeats. "i'll get back."

"you do that."

"remember to drink water."

"i will."

"do you need me to bring you more?"

"i'm okay."

"okay."

the conversation feels incomplete and spencer isn't interested to complete it, booting out the door, except he lingers for a bit and awkwardly turns around, hand on the frame. you are already looking at him when he looks at you.

you and spencer are never this awkward, never this hesitant and strange. the tension that suffocates your room feels like signature first-date-tension, the kind of nervous excitement and tip-toeing blind lovers and uncertainty.

"are you sure?"

i'd rather you stay. you push the response away. "i am."

"you have medicine right?"

you do have medicine. for a brief moment, you want to lie about it; want to say that you ran out this morning and then he would run to the store for you and return and then spend more time in your insufferable, sickly presence. you brush the thought away within a second. never in a million years do you want to bother spencer, especially not with a thing as selfish as that. maybe it's because of your biased vision but spencer is looking like he's desperate to leave, practically screaming for outlet at the door. it's time you let him go and indulge in the worst sleep you'll ever have.

"yeah," you say, clearing your throat. "i do."

"okay," spencer says. "i'll go."

"thanks," you add awkwardly. "for the soup. and for coming."

"'course" spencer says absentmindedly, lingering at the door frame but not looking at you in particular, not looking at anything. he snaps back and sends you a wave. spencer has a power to him where everything he does looks unplanned, like he's doing it against his own will.

he leaves. if you had change your mind and ask for him to come back, for him to stay, he would've. no hesitation. but you didn't, and he wiggles back in his broken in converses and return back to the bau with no elevator partner.

maybe another day.

a/n: sorry for the ending, this was getting too long so i had to cut it short 😓😓but i think it's kinda fitting! lmk if you guys want a part 2 <3

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reqxxyt · 1 year

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the sound of your voice

pairings: sebastian v. x f!reader

warnings: insomnia

masterlist requests are open!

[unedited]

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To say that it was getting bad would be an understatement. Every night your nightmares would get worse, replaying your worst memories of childhood, over and over again. You couldn’t even get a 20 minute rest without waking up with beads of sweat on your forehead everytime you would jult upwards. Then, came the thoughts.

You glanced to your side seeing Sebastian sleeping peacefully and you could only envy him no matter how loud he snored. You would joke with him saying that was the reason for your nightmares, a beast would awaken in his snores but you wish it would just stop. Your mind traveled millions of miles through the night and Sebastian would wake up to see you already awake with bags under your eyes, feeling sympathetic over his partner not being able to sleep.

“Maybe we should go to a doctor, I think its getting worse” he was careful with his words, he soothed your back which only made you more tired but apparently not enough to block all those visions. You shook your head, jaw clenched being an unconscious instinct. He allowed you to rest your head against his shoulder only interlocking his fingers with yours as they soothed your emotions, fractioning a slower pace of your breathing.

“My mind just won’t shut up” your voice quiet, almost a mumble. Sebastian pursed his lips, giving you a small kiss on your forehead not sure what to suggest as to how to make you feel better but the quiet silence. “I think I just need a distraction”

“We can do that” his voice soft, agreeing. He got up from the bed, sun rays glowing his bare chest as he tried to pull you forward, you got up with little help feeling your legs still sore but got rid of the limp in just a few steps, Sebastian was about to comment on it, making a joke out of it before you turned to glare at him making him shut up really quickly.

“Need a tylenol?” he asked, already expecting a headache to form, and he was right as you nodded, following him with slightly slower steps. He handed you a glass of water and you took a sip before swallowing the pill. Sebastian gave you another kiss on the cheek and your heart tugged, knowing how much he cared about you even if you looked like a complete mess every morning.

“Want pancakes?” he offered and you could only beam your smile at him, having felt that it has been forever since you last made breakfast together. After an hour of giggles and messing around, you and him finally sat down across from each other, eating with little silence, Sebastian knowing if it got too quiet, your mind would come up with thoughts that don’t deserve to be there.

“Yesterday, Lewis told a funny joke. It went-”

“I love you Sebastian ” you couldn’t help but blurt out, Sebastian only stopped chewing giving you a small smile before replying with an adoring “I love you too” before going back to the topic.

The entire day, Sebastian and you had stayed in bed watching movies while making commentary completely distracting you from your thoughts, it was almost 9 in the afternoon when you felt your eyelids start to drip down slowly, heartbeat decreasing. Sebastian noticed ready to stop talking about his day before you whispered,

“Don’t. I like the sound of your voice” and he immediately picked back up where he stopped, not caring if you fell asleep anymore. He talked for an hour, just to himself with only light snores in response from you.

Smiling to himself, he gave you a small kiss whispering “Goodnight”, covering both of you in the covers, talking to himself again in hopes that you won’t wake up and slowly he fell asleep, wrapping his arms around you for comfort. Sebastian found out the treatment to your nightmares was simply the sound of his voice, every night after he makes sure to talk to himself until you have fallen asleep for longer than an hour or two even whisper singing a lullaby.

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sturniololoco · 3 months

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Big Game pt 3

SLS x Nathan Doe

warnings: suggestive, bruising, language, etc.

Nate’s POV

I think I'm dreaming.

How was I lying in the backseat of my best friend's car, lying across their backseat, with my head in the lap of their sister?

It felt too good.

"Nick, would you mind sitting in the way back please?" SLS/N asked her older brother, batting her eyelashes.

He rolled his eyes and grumbled "Fine" before climbing in the back.

After Matt started driving, she pulled on my sleeve, pulling me towards her, till my head was in her lap.

She took my ice pack from my hands and placed it gently on my nose. My eyes fluttered shut as she began mindlessly playing with my hair using her other hand.

"Damn, Nates getting princess treatment," Chris said, reaching back from the front seat and playfully poking me in the ribs.

Before I could react, SLS/N slapped him and away, saying,

"Hush, Chris. He's tired."

Chris looked at her with a look of shock. He placed the back of his hand on his forehead dramatically.

"I'm a little tired too you know!" He said.

"Well, I don't think you're the one with a broken nose Christopher!" She said to her brother, raising her voice ever so slightly.

That shut him up.

The car ride consisted of me falling in and out of sleep, still lying across SLS/N's lap. At one point, I was so tired, I felt myself turn to my side to get more comfortable.

I ended up turning my face right into her lower stomach, sighing happily.

Her fingers hesitated and she sat up a little. At first, I thought I overstepped, and just as I was about to get up, she relaxed a little and continued playing with my hair till we got home.

Once we were about five minutes away from my house, SLS/N" woke me up.

"Is your mom back from her business trip or are you gonna be home alone?" She asks me.

She remembered. I told her this weeks ago.

"I-uh...no, it's just me," I say, groggily, before closing my eyes again.

"Nick, can I stay over and make sure he's okay? You guys have a car video to film anyway." I hear her ask her older brother.

Just as I am about to tell her that I'm fine and she doesn't need to baby me, her brother replies with a yes, and we pull into my driveway.

Once inside, I threw my gear and hockey stick onto the floor and collapsed on the couch, grabbing the remote and flicking the TV on.

I hear SLS/N rummaging around in the kitchen before coming into the living room with a fresh ice pack and a Tylenol.

"You know, you really didn't have to do this," I say, taking the medicine from her and swallowing it dry.

"I know. But I wanted to." She says, looking down at her sweater paws in her lap. I see her cheeks heat up and I smile to myself, looking at how cute she is.

Feeling brave, I pull her to me in a half-hug snuggle. She leans onto my chest, relaxing. She must be tired too, after having a long school day, watching two games in the cold, then taking care of me.

we stay like this, watching a random movie that came on.

But then things changed.

She started mindlessly tracing shapes on the inside of my upper thigh. I could feel the heat rising on my cheeks as I got a feeling in my lower abdomen.

as she moves her hand up, I quickly stand up. She looks at me surprised. I flick the TV off and toss the remote onto the table.

"It's getting late. Imma go shower and then probably hop in bed. You can borrow any clothes you'd like out of my drawer, you know where my room is." I say quickly.

And with that, I run up the stairs to my bathroom.

When I get to my bathroom and shut the door, I can feel my pants grow tighter in the front. I quickly take them off, revealing the large balge in my boxers.

"Fuck. I cannot believe this is happening." I mumble under my breath. I then hop in the shower, hoping it will sort out by itself.

I was wrong.

I get out of the shower, not surprised by the obvious tent in my pants, even with boxers and sweats on. I sigh, opening my bathroom door and going into my room.

what I saw when I got in there, did not help my current situation.

SLS/N was lying on my bed in one of my T-shirts and a pair of my boxers. She looks up at me, smiling. She then looks down and notices my current...situation.

"what have we got here?" She says, giving me a little smirk. I look down bashfully, my cheeks turning pink again.

"c'mere Nate." I hear her say. Just the way she says my name makes me painfully harder.

I walk over to her and stand between her legs. She looks me up and down before fiddling with the strings of my sweatpants.

"Do you want some help with that?" She asks me. without thinking, I nod my head frantically.

"Well you did play very well in your game today, I think you deserve it."

And with that comment, I'm no longer shy.

I give her a devilish smile, pushing her chest till she's lying back on the bed. I pin her arms above her head and climb on top of her.

hehe cliff hanger

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sgtmickeyslaughter · 16 days

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67 for the drabble challenge:>>

Hey Jade! Thanks for asking, hope you don't mind that i turned your bloody ask into something a little more domestic

67. “You’re bleeding all over my carpet.”

Ian had just run out of Lip and Tami’s housewarming party for more soda, he’d barely been gone five minutes but the scene he returned to was far from the relatively banal Sunday afternoon barbecue he'd left behind.

“Oh Jesus, I think it’s broken” Debbie was shrieking.

“It’s not broken,” Lip argued dismissively. “Mickey, lean your fucking head back.”

“I think he has to go further back, like lean his head back off the edge of the table to keep the blood in” Carl chimed in.

“I’m not fuckin’ doing that” Mickey’s muffled voice snapped.

“Yeah, definitely don’t” Liam said nervously.

“Mickey, shut up. Every time you open your mouth you’re bleeding all over my carpet!” Tami snapped.

“What the hell happened?” Ian interrupted, taking in the scene in the living room. Lip had a bloody cloth pressed none too gently against the lower half of Mickey’s face, everyone else was crowded around the couch eyeing him curiously, especially Franny, who was trying to get a peak around the cloth.

For a second, all the heads in the room snapped to him and no one said anything. The perfect stillness was broken by Freddy’s barely stifled sniffles finally pouring over into real tears, as he dropped the baseball he was holding and brought both chubby kid hands up to cover his eyes.

It was pretty easy to put together what happened, he had been so thrilled to start his first tee-ball season, for a second Ian worried that this would ruin the sensitive kid’s excitement.

“I’m so sorry,” he wailed. Mickey shrugged Lip off of him, revealing the path of blood gushing from his nose and down the front of his mouth and chin. Someone drew in a harsh breath at the sight, but Mickey just leaned forward towards where Freddy was watching him pitifully.

“Look kid, you don’t gotta’ apologize to me. It was an accident, accidents happen. I’m a little bloody but I still have all my teeth” Mickey started, showing off his teeth, blood stained but thankfully intact.

He sniffed and winced slightly but recovered quickly. “Just be more careful where you throw that thing, got it?” He said, nodding at the baseball and the small red stain it left on the beige rug Tami was so worried about.

“I’ll be careful Uncle Mickey,” Fred agreed hastily, watching him with wide, tearful eyes.

“Okay, go get me some frozen peas, you know where they are right?” Mickey said easily, leaning back with the towel back on his face.

Freddy ran back into the kitchen excitedly, happy enough to have a sense that he could help make it better. Everyone dispersed from there, and Lip walked over to join his bother.

“The worst thing you’ve ever done to me was make Mickey Milkovich my kid’s favorite Uncle,” Lip joked as he took the soda out of a shocked Ian’s hand, freeing him from his spot in the entry way so he could intercept Fred on his way back to the living room. Ian took the cold peas with a ruffle through his blonde curls and sent him off gently with Franny.

“He got you good, huh?” Ian said, wrapping the ice pack in a towel and pressing it gently against the damaged area slowly turning purple.

“The kid has an arm like Greg fuckin’ Maddux” Mickey groaned quietly, finally dropping the brave face he was putting on for Fred. “This shit hurts like hell.”

Ian settled next to him on the couch, hold the bundle to his enflamed skin. “You were very nice, might have saved his future professional career” he joked.

“What am I going to do, give him the Terry Milkovich special?” Mickey shrugged uncomfortably after a beat.

“Nah,” Ian said lightly, tipping Mickey back gently with a hand on the back of his neck. “Come on, we can get you in a dark, air-conditioned room with extra strength Tylenol. Let’s just grab a couple plates of food, they owe us.”

“Sounds great” Mickey responded sarcastically. “Nothing goes with the taste of blood like your sisters shitty potato salad.”

Ian ran off to collect some food before returning to the living room and guiding Mickey out.

"-was an ugly fucking carpet anyways."

hope you liked it!

Prompt game fun!

#shameless #gallavich #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #gallavich fanfic #sgtmickeyslaughter #prompt game

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tsuk1sh1ma · 1 year

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[5:30]

you sat behind the counter of the convenience store you were now forced to work at. you heard loud yelling, and what seemed to be a herd of orange and black blobs trampling into the store. "oh fuck i forgot they had a game today" you huffed, rolling your eyes, you knew this was gonna take forever. between your inability to count money, and the volleyball teams mission to be assholes wherever they go, you knew your day was going to get exponentially longer. "hey keishin-san" you mumbled as he walked in behind his players "they won today i assume?"

keishin nodded proudly. "was a great game, you really should have came y/n". you deadpanned, fighting the urge to punch the man you called boss. "right it's not like i'm working or anything...speaking of when am i gonna get paid?" keishin seemed as if he deliberately ignored you and went else where within the store. the first to come check out was tsukishima, you all didn't interact much except for when you worked; and let's just say it wasn't always pleasant. "still can't believe you like convenience store cake" you scanned his items as you fake gagged. he looked you up and down and rolled his eyes. "still can't believe you're minding my business" he said matching your energy. "still can't believe you guys actually have the ability to win a game" you fired back still scanning items. "that's hilarious, because i definitely cannot believe that you still work here for free."

"it's not for free, i clearly get paid..."

"you get paid with what? dust? your phone still is broken mrs.cracked screen"

"you know what—"

you all bickered for what seemed like hours, the noise in the store eventually dying down. the team and the usual pedestrians that stopped inside. all staring at you. tadashi stepped in front of tsukishima seeming irately impatient

"oh my god why don't you all just kiss already i've been waiting for 10 minutes just to ask the price on these chips!"

"ITS FREE ANYWAY" you and tsuki both shouted, making you slightly blush.

"good grief" keishin spoke up face palming and shaking his head "maybe i shouldn't pay you, look at this line kid...and arguing with customers...not a good look"

"but—" you just took a deep breath "have the day you deserve tsukishima. NEXT" you dismissed him , trying to get the store back to its original empty glory.

you closed up shop with a deep sigh, you were finally getting ready to lock the doors and leave out before a car pulled out an blonde, tall & slim figure seemed to run out of a car. next thing you knew, there he was tsukishima kei in all his glory in front of you, only thing dividing you all were glass doors. "let me in y/n i need to get something!" he whispered yelled, he seemed to be desperate which only amused you. "can't you see we close at 9:30? it's 9:32, you're too late blondie" you said trying not to laugh, you planned on letting him in you just wanted him to beg for it first. "cmon y/n i'm sorry about earlier, i just need some tylenol. i'm really fucking sore" he complained "i won't complain again!"

you snickered knowing how much of a lie it was. "hurry up, i don't wanna get in trouble" you opened the doors and flicked back on the lights. "you're a life saver" he said running the medicine aisle. "wow tsuki being appreciative, that's a first" you said going to the register snickering. "don't press your luck y/n" he put the medicine on the counter, staring at you as you did it. you could feel his eyes peer into your soul, it was a different type of look. it made you slightly uncomfortable, but it didn't make you mad like he usually did when you were in his presence. "that'll be 5-5.08" you stumbled, suddenly get a sense of nervousness as you looked up at him taking in how he really looked.

his hair was messy and he had on a plain white tee and some black basketball shorts, sweat dripping down his forehead. he looked like a mess, but at the same time he was kind of hot. "hey?" you locked eyes with him "you okay? you look kind of..."

"bad?" he finished for you as he handed you the money.

"if you say so..." you handed him his meds and followed him outside as he left (not before locking the door of course). "yeah i'm fine" he said as you all stood outside, the only thing making you all visible were the cars going by and the pale moonlight. "just couldn't sleep, don't sweat it." he leaned in close to you, making your head spin in confusion. his lips touched yours, you kissed him back. you both standing there for a moment, breathing synchronized as he pulled away in confusion. you looked away not sure if you could put what just happened into words. "so..." you started but were soon cut off by his lips on yours again, this time he pulled you closer by your hips. your body's pressed against each other as you alls lips moved in perfect harmony. you were nothing short of confused, but you didn't want it to stop. you hadn't been kissed since middle school, let alone like this. why stop a good thing if it was meant to happen?

"sorry" he pulled away, seemingly fighting a smile. "i had to make sure of something...bye y/n make it home safe okay?" tsuki said showing you a completely different side of kei tsukishima you'd never seen before.

"yeah uh...you too?" and before you could process what actually happen he was gone.

#hinata shouyou #haikyuu #tsukishima kei #haikyuu x reader #x black plus size reader #x black reader #black reader #tsukishima angst #tsukishima scenarios #tsukishima x black reader #hq tsukishima #haikyuu x plus size reader #anime #anime smut

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harlowsbby · 2 years

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Impalas and Air Force 1’s Part 2

The following morning was a daze for Jack his mind was foggy and the pounding headache wasn’t doing him any justice.

“Fuck what the hell happened.”

“Well I’ll tell you what happened, you got fucked up last night and blacked out.” Nemo’s voice frightened Jack since he thought he was the only one in the room.

“Who’s room is this? Where’s Y/N at.” He groaned and thanked Nemo for the water and Tylenol.”

“Uh well last night I tried dropping you off at your hotel room with Y/N but she had rolled her eyes at the sight of you and slammed the door in my face.”

“What? That isn’t like her at all what’s wrong with her.” Nemo shrugged his shoulders and pulled back the curtains in the room almost blinding Jack.

“I don’t know but whatever it is I suggest finding out and quickly because she seemed really upset.”

Jack got up and showered before tossing on a all black sweatsuit he had no intentions on getting dressed up today all he wanted to do was relax and be with you.

When he got outside of course paparazzi and a few fans were waiting for him.

“Jack over here let us take a picture!”

“Jack is it true you got drunk off your ass last night.” Urban stiffed a laugh at the comment because it was true and his plan to get Jack to break up with you worked.

Last night

“What’s the plan Urban? We don’t even have a plan.” Clay was regretting every second of this plan he loved that Jack was happy and in love and he wasn’t sure if he wanted to take that away from him.

“Clay you can’t back out now I understand he’s your brother but that’s also my best friend and he hasn’t even the same since he got with Y/N and you know it.”

I mean sure since he’s been with you he doesn’t really spend much time with Clay anymore or with any of the guys really and certain things he found funny just aren’t funny anymore.

“Fine what’s the plan.”

“When Jack is drunk enough you’ll grab his phone and call her and place his phone close enough to him to where she can hear everything and from there we’ll make it seem as if he butt dialed her and was talking shit about her.”

“Sounds good.”

Back to the following day

Clay had this heavy consciousness weighing over his head he knew he was about to be the reason Jack as well as you were going to be heartbroken that’s why when they got into the SUV his head went towards the floor, there was no way he had the courage to look at you.

“Hi my pretty girl.” Jack smiled and took your hand in his but you quickly pulled it back and huffed before facing the window.

He furrowed his brows and looked over at Neelam who had the same sour look as you plastered on her face.

“What’s wrong? What did I do, last time I checked I didn’t do anything.”

“Oh really you didn’t do anything? A typical response from a man.” Rolling your eyes you moved to sit next to Neelam while Jack looked at you in disbelief.

“What did I do?”

“Not now Jack please it’s early we don’t have time for this.” Neelam scolded him and Jack let it go for the entire car ride he didn’t take his eyes off of you and you knew he was looking at you but you didn’t dare look his way because you knew you’d break down right then and there.

When you all arrived to soundcheck you stayed close to Neelam not wanting to risk your chances of being caught alone by Jack but luck wasn’t on your side.

“Y/N can you get me a water please? I’ll meet you over by the soundcheck stage.” Neelam gave your arm a slight squeeze before walking away without giving you a chance to say anything.

On your way to get the water you thought long and hard about Jack and your relationship with him, you had no idea he felt that way about you and if he felt that way why not just tell you instead of complaining to all his friends.

“Y/N?” You mentally cursed hearing that familiar voice coming from behind you.

“Yes Jack?” You swore he was in soundcheck so why was he back here.

“Why are you avoiding me? I’m not sure what I did but I honestly don’t deserve to be ignored.” Scoffing you rolled your eyes at him was he being serious right now? As if he didn’t know all the bullshit he was saying last night.

“I have a reason to be ignoring you Jack and I know you remember so don’t sit up here and act like you’re the victim.” You couldn’t believe he was actually gas lighting you into thinking you were crazy right now.

“You’re telling me you don’t know what you said about me last night?” Biting your lip your voice crack and your lips began to quiver and there was no way you were about to let him see you break down and cry right now.

“I don’t know what I said Y/N I really don’t baby.”

“Well if you don’t know all the hateful things you said to me then I don’t see the point of us being together I can’t dare a liar and a manipulator and like you said last night you never needed me no way. So what’s the purpose of being together.”

Your words cut deeper than a knife, Jack wasn’t sure what to say so he just let you walk off.

The minute you were out of Jack’s sight you broke down in tears maybe you were the fool that thought you had something special, something different with Jack but he was just like the rest.

The entire day Jack was out of it he wasn’t sure what he said last night to make you this upset with him to the point that you break up with him but he was determined to find out.

It pained him not having you next to him when he took breaks durning sound-checks, during lunch you two would always buy fries and take turns feeding each other but it all wasn’t the same anymore.

“Maybe we went a bit far Urban I mean I’ve never seen Jack like this before.” Clay watched his brother from across the room frowning he watched how Jack put little to no effort into rehearsals when any other day he’d be jumping around the stage with you following behind him.

“Too far? You got your brother back and I got my best friend back shouldn’t you be happy.”

“Crazy thing is I thought I’d be happy but I’m really just drowning in my sorrows.” Urban didn’t feel pity towards Jack he felt in a way that he was doing Jack a favor he beloved Jack was too young to be tied down.

Later that evening Nemo had booked you all a dinner reservation before Jack’s show that night.

The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife.

“So let’s not all talk at once.” Nemo said earning a few chuckles from everyone but Jack and You stayed silent.

“How was everyone’s day?” 2fo asked.

“My day was wonderful.” Urban stated with his mouth filled with food, Neelam gaged at the sight of the food falling out of his mouth.

“Maybe talk once you’ve finished chewing all of your food.”

“My fault.”

Nemo looked between Jack and You, Jack looked like a lost puppy who was looking for it’s owner meanwhile you looked like you lost your best friend.

“What’s going on with you two? And I want the full truth no bullshit lies.”

“Why don’t you tell your buddy over here or better yet help jog his memory of what he apparently doesn’t remember saying.” You spat at Jack and went back to digging into your steak aggressively.

“How man times do I have to tell you Y/N I don’t know what I did to make you upset or better yet break up with me.”

“Wait you two broke up? When did I miss this chapter.”

“It isn’t even important nor does it matter anymore Jack and I are done and that’s it.”

“So were done just like that? Like I meant nothing to you.” By now everyone at the table looked between Jack and You awkwardly they’ve never seen the two of you fight ever.

“Obviously we’re done Jack after the shit you said about me last night why would I be with someone like you.”

Clay gave Urban a look of regret and sorrow, Urban’s eyes grew wide as Clay stood up.

“I’m sorry Urban and I know you’ll hate me for this but dammit. Urban and I set up this whole thing.”

“What are you talking about Clay?” Jack spoke through gritted teeth.

“Well I was missing my brother I feel like lately you’re main priority is Y/N and I just miss you Jack and Urban missed his best friend so we got you drunk last night and called Y/N from your phone and lied and she thought you were clingy and was using you and I’m just really sorry.” Clay flopped back down on the chair and held his head in his hands.

“Oh shit.” Quiiso and 2fo said in sync.

“Thanks a lot Clay.” Urban mumbled and looked around the room noticing everyone glaring at him.

“Well I know you all hate me and I’m sorry but I did what needed to be done.”

“Y/N baby please understand that everything I said was a lie I never meant any of it I love you with all my heart.” Your lip quivered and your eyes stung with tears you weren’t even sure who to believe anymore.

“I.. I’m sorry Jack but I just need a minute alone I’m so sorry.” You rushed out of the room with Jack right behind you.

“So.. since Jack left who’s got the bill?” 2fo asked which earned him a smack to the head by Neelam.

“What? I’m just asking a question shesh.”

“You see the mess you created Urban you better fix it and fix it fast.” Drama threatened before getting up as well and going back to the hotel room.

Cause lately I’ve been one on one and I’m wondering what your world’s like, or who’s your favorite girl? I wish I could be her.

(lmk what y’all think also thank you @mortirolo for helping me)

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Ghost and Doc (Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!Reader)

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(Part Six)

Everyone but you and Ghost wakes up with splitting migraines. It’s funny in the end because you’re the very first person they go to. You were sleeping in soundly until someone poked your arm, waking you up, asking for some medicine to help with his head.

“John… it is ten o’clock on a Saturday…” You felt as if it was earlier, but that was your body just getting used to the time difference. “And why don’t you have your own medicine?”

Soap covered his ears, then made a ‘shush’ motion with his finger to his mouth. “God, woman, you’re loud… can’t you just help a brother out? It’s like I was shot in the head…”

Doubt it. But you jumped out of your bed and led Soap to the infirmary. You carefully took out the keys and unlocked the door, leading him inside- and not turning on the light. “Take a seat, John, and cover your ears.” You had gestured to a chair, not the medical bed, so he took a seat there.

On your way over to the cabinets, you picked up a mug. You didn’t know why the infirmary was built like a kitchen as well, but it was doing well in your favor at the moment. You picked out a tea from inside the cabinet and waited until an electric kettle was finished boiling with water. While waiting, you took a bottle of pain relievers from the cabinet- making sure it wasn’t Tylenol, then removed two from the bottle.

“Do I smell tea?” The new voice made you jump away from your concentration. Your hand went to your chest as you looked to see who was at the door. Just Ghost. You nodded at him, so he entered the room. “How many cups are you making?”

You pulled the kettle off and poured it into the cup, setting a timer on your watch for two minutes. “Just for Soap. He came into my room, poked me until I woke up, and demanded a cure for his hangover.” You looked up at him, “why, you want one?”

Ghost leaned on the counter and nodded. “If you don’t mind. Or I’ll make it—“

“No, I got it.” You took out another mug and poured the boiling water into it. “Hope you’re not picky about your tea…” You moved back over to Soap’s tea, pouring some honey and mixing it in, as well as turning off the timer before it went off. “It’ll be ready in two minutes.”

You picked up Soap’s tea and then brought it over to him with some painkillers. “Alright, John, here you go. Careful, it’s still hot.” He took the mug from you, slowly uncovering his ears and mumbling a ‘thank you. “Go and tell the others I’m making some tea as well, to help with their hangovers.” Soap saluted you lazily and left the room, groaning when the door to the room squeaked open.

“You’re gonna have this team wrapped around your finger very quickly,” Ghost muttered while taking the tea bag out of his mug. You didn’t say anything to that, only humming in response while making two other cups. “Question: What made you join the forces? We don’t exactly see a lot of women in our profession.”

You turned off the running water and put the electric kettle back, turning it on again. What a heavy question. “Well, I joined the army shortly after I turned nineteen. Home for me isn’t exactly where the heart is and never was. I don’t know how it is here, but in the states, women couldn’t join SF until 2013.” Ghost took a long sip of his tea. “My, uh… my old man was in SF before he passed away, so I wanted to do the same. So, when I had the opportunity, I took it. My commander laughed in my face when I told him I wanted to switch over, but once I showed up to his office with that green beret on my head- he wasn’t laughing anymore.” Your attention turned back to the tea as you poured the boiling water into the two mugs. “I became a medic because that’s what the group I was in needed- and it’s always nice to help people out, you know?”

There was more to what you were telling him, Ghost could see that you were holding a a lot of it back. “Well, we’re glad you’re with us.” He patted your back then made his way out of the room. “I’ll let Price and Gaz know you have their tea. Meet us in the common room with it- don’t forget the pain medicine too.” He made sure to prop the door open so you could carry everything on your way out.

“Thank God, you’re a fuckin’ saint.” Gaz took the tea and painkillers happily from you, downing them, then resting his head on the table. Price did the same, but raised his glass to you silently, taking the meds and resting his head. “Found the mother of Task 141…”

You laughed at his remark, covering your mouth so as to not do it too loudly. “No thanks. Y’all are grown men, you don’t need a mother taking care of you.” The three who were hungover looked at you like you’d just said the building was on fire. “What? And I’ve already got an actual child. The only way or reason I should or would be coddling the lot of you is if you’re like this or severely injured.” Speaking of… “I need to go make a call. It’s her sixth birthday, said I wouldn’t miss it.”

You were out of the room before Price could object to making the call.“It’s her daughter’s birthday, Captain, just let her talk to her.” Ghost muttered into his mug. He wouldn’t mention what you told him the night before the team, because it wasn’t his story to tell. And he did tell you that he’d make sure you got to make that call to her today.

(Part Seven)

#mwii #simon ghost riley #ghost x you #ghost x female reader #simon riley x reader #ghost mw2 #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #captain price #alejandro vargas

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just-a-girl-who-wrytes · 10 months

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Part 2

Transference.

This was the term David’s psychiatrist had mentioned when he expressed his feelings for Nikki.

It had been 7 months since he last saw her on the day he left the ICU but he still couldn’t shake the emotions and attraction he felt towards her. Developing an attachment to someone who cared for you was not uncommon David’s psychiatrist had told him, but it was just another mess in the tangled web of emotions and feelings he had to sort through after the shooting to be cleared for duty again.

He had been discharged from the hospital, his body had healed, and while it didn’t leave him without aches and pains, he was grateful to be alive. Physical therapy was hard, but he had finally weaned himself off narcotics although he kept them on hand for days where Tylenol and Ibuprofen didn’t cut it. He spent a lot of time with his team after learning how to walk again. Even through the aches of working through his recovery, it was comforting being with them - just like it was comforting being with Nikki.

When Hondo mentioned the idea of taking her flowers, David jumped all over it.

Now to pray she was still working there.

***

Nikki was charting on a patient when the doorbell to the unit went off. She paid no mind to it until she heard a voice ask if she was working. She stopped what she was doing, stepped over to the secretary’s desk where she could see the camera pointed at a man standing there with a bouquet of flowers. She knew immediately who it was. That gray and brown hair with a beard that was fuller than what she remembered him having, and brown eyes. She reached over the secretary’s shoulder and buzzed the 6’1” man inside.

David couldn’t stop the smile that spread across her face when he saw her. She was just as beautiful as he remembered her being.

“Look at you alive and walking,” Nikki told him with a smile.

He felt his cheeks redden as he watched her step out of the nurses station and step in front of him. He stood there blushing and smiling as she asked her nursing partner to keep an eye on her patients and instructed Deacon to follow her.

He followed her to what he assumed to be the break room on her unit. She motioned for him to sit down. He obeyed and kept his eyes on her as she took a chair adjacent to him.

“How have you been doing?” Nikki asked.

“Alive and walking thanks to you. These are for you.” David said, handing Nikki the bouquet of red roses.

“They are beautiful, thank you very much.” She smiled and took the flowers, her fingers grazing his.

“It pales in comparison to saving my life, but I wanted to show my gratitude to you.”

“I was just doing my job, Deacon.”

His soul melted at the fact that she remembered him and the sound of her calling him his nickname.

“I know, but you did it the best…” He paused and watched as she mentally engaged with what he was saying. “When I was laying on that table in the ER, the only thing I remember is your voice in my ear, comforting me. When I woke up here in the ICU, it was your voice that I heard and listened to and again when I came off the ventilator.”

Nikki’s gaze grew somber, but reassuring.

“Nikki, you were the only one who took time to explain everything to me and I will never be able to repay you for what that means to me.” Deacon took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. “Nikki, I would appreciate it if you would allow me to take you out to dinner.”

She smiled and began shaking her head, “Deacon… I can’t.”

“Nikki, please, let me take you out for one meal… Please.”

Nikki couldn’t believe this was happening. It was a first for her – being asked out by a former patient of hers. She knew there were no rules against it since she was no longer taking care of him, but it felt… wrong. Regardless, she couldn’t deny how attractive this man was. Tall, lean, and while brown eyes weren’t her favorite, they complemented his black, brown, and gray hair and beard perfectly. His demeanor was so… gentle.

“Please…” Deacon spoke again, breaking her train of thought as she took him in.

“Okay, okay,” She laughed and held her hands up in defeat, “ONE meal.”

#swat x reader #swat imagines #swat cbs #david kay #deacon #hondo #hondo harrelson #christina alonso #jim street #dominic luca #imagine #fanfiction #nursing #ems #emergency #swat #victor tan #shemar moore #jay harrington

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SIX - BREAKEVEN

CHAPTER SYNOPSIS; [2.9k] With Y/N and JJ officially at odds with one another, they both turn to the group for help. Even with Pope's expert advice and Kie's semi-words of wisdom, there's no reconciliation for these two in the cards. Not today, at least.

CHAPTER WARNING(S); swearing, mutual pining, mild angst, arguing (more like bickering at this point), lowkey childish behavior, Pope being a voice of reason (love him), Not gonna lie: this chapters actually focuses more on the group talking about JJ and Y/N than them talking themselves because, y'know... probably the most boring chapter, I hated writing this but ✨story development✨:(

A/N; TWO CHAPTERS LEFT !! Ik this took me almost a month to get out and for that I apologize but I've been having the time of my life recently and really getting back out and being social again. I'd never leave y'all behind tho xo.

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JJ AND THE GUYS WERE CURRENTLY WALKING TO THE GAS STATION TO GET SNACKS AND SODAS. Plus, some painkillers for the girls sitting around with headaches. It was 96 degrees out and the sun granted no mercy on the guys.

“And why didn’t we just drive again?”

“Because,” Pope started, clicking off his phone and shoving it in the pocket of his shorts and turning to John B. “It’s only 2 blocks away. We’d be wasting gas. And plus, no one told you to wear those hot ass sweatpants.”

John B flipped the boy off and continued walking, now walking closer to JJ as if to tell Pope to ‘fuck off’. JJ had been uncharacteristically reserved for the duration of the walk. John B, noticing this, nudged the blonde’s shoulder and lifted an eyebrow at him. “You good?”

JJ looked at the boy blankly and shrugged. “I don’t know.”

The gas station was coming into view. The bright sign, that you could barely tell was lit from how bright it was outside, now in their line of vision.

“This wouldn’t have anything to do with a certain jealous outburst you had at the club last night, would it?” Pope added skittishly, although still holding some air of seriousness.

JJ shot him a deadly glare before speaking. “No.”

“No?” John B spoke up playfully, paying no mind to JJ’s obvious annoyance at the reminder of his actions. “‘Cause you’ve been all quiet since last night. Y’know, when you drug Y/N out of the club-”

“I did not drag her-”

“You…kind of did.” Pope added.

“I-She was drunk and flirting with some pervy asshole.”

“It looked like she was into it, man.” The brunette, sweatpants wearing boy butted in.

JJ scoffed under his breath as the group of men entered the corner store, bell chiming above their heads and the cashier offering a kind wave. Going to the fridges where the drinks were stored, Pope spoke up once more as John B scavenged for beverages.

“I think you should just tell her how you feel. Like, straight up.”

“What difference would it make? After this summer, she’s going off to college.”

“So is Sarah.” JB chimed in, holding drinks in his hands and under his arms. “Doesn’t Y/n drink those fancy lemonades in the glass bottles?” He asked, veering off topic for a moment as he looked into the chilled fridge.

“Yeah. But get the blue one. She doesn’t like the pink one.” JJ answered him absentmindedly. Unbeknownst to JJ, John B and Pope shared a smirk with one another. Closing the door with a swift chill brushing past them, the boys continued into the aisles for snacks and any pain killers they may come by.

“Y’know, long distance is a thing.” John B tried, circling back to their original topic of conversation.

“Actually, statistically, long distance couples-” Pope stopped mid-sentence when the bandana wearing brunette shot him a pointed glare. Muttering a 'never mind' and picking up a small bottle of Tylenol’s for the hungover girls back home, Pope let his sentence die in the back of his throat.

JJ was turned toward a shelf as he spoke, plucking up bags of chips and candy bars. “Either way, it’s not the same. You and Sarah are together. Me and Y/N are... not.” He spoke, almost unsure of his own words. “Plus, even if I wanted to, she’s pissed at me. Like, when she punched Rafe in the face level pissed.”

JJ hadn’t given the boys the full scoop on his situation with the girl at hand but he’d spilled a couple of times. Were they aware that they kissed? No. Did they know that the blonde was helplessly in love with a girl who was helplessly in love with him? Of course.

Letting out a harsh sigh that sounded somewhat like a groan. Pope, turned to face him, stopping in his path to the register. Pope was teetering the edge of utter annoyance. “Can you really blame her? I mean, you treat her like she’s your wife of ten years one day and then, the next you’re actively avoiding her.”

“I know. Okay? I know.” JJ whined, running a hand down his face as the bags and wrapped-candies crinkled under his arm.

“If you know then grow up, talk to her, and fix it. And I don’t mean some bullshit apology. I mean talk to her honestly.”

“Oooh, Pope giving girl advice?” John B instigated, prompting Pope to snatch some of the bottled drinks from him and place them on the counter in front of the waiting cashier along with the other items.

“Shut up and give me your wallet.” The boy muttered.

As Pope paid for the snacks, with John B’s money, JJ stood back stuck in his own thoughts. Maybe Pope’s right? No. No, he’s not. If I make a move, a real move, it would just hurt both of us. But I guess I’ve already done that. So, maybe he is right?

“MY HEAD IS KILLING ME.” Sarah groaned from her position on the couch, curled up with her knees to her chest in one of John B’s hoodies and a pair of shorts. Hood over her head while strands of hair framed her face messily. Kiara was right next to her, a blanket over her as she dozed off, barely being awake to begin with. Her hair was thrown up into a messy bun that was falling to the side.

I was also under the blanket, Kie and I’s feet intertwined for warmth as I was tucked under her arm with my head on her chest. I had on some oversized band tee that reached a little past mid-thigh, a pair of underwear and socks. Luckily for me, and unlike Sarah, my head was just fine.

However, every couple minutes, a wave of nausea would pass through me with no vomit. I didn’t know if it was a blessing or curse that my stomach was playing pranks on me. I didn’t know if I needed to throw up the entire contents of my stomach or eat everything in sight.

“The guys should be back soon.” Kie mumbled with her eyes half-closed, shifting her weight a bit.

“How soon is soon?” Sarah whined, pulling the strings on her hoodie to close the hood in on her face tighter.

“It was your idea to go out, mind you.” I reprimanded the whiney blonde. This drew out a child-like groan from her as she swayed on the couch cushions.

“I know~”

“Speaking of-” Kie perked up slightly, voice raspy while shifting her gaze to look down at me. “What happened last night? JJ practically drug you out of there and he looked pissed.”

I rolled my eyes as my stomach turned at the mention of the events of last night, and partially because of the alcohol passing through me from that same night. “Don’t remind me.”

Sarah peeked out of her scrunched hood and added her thoughts. “What did he say though? Because I did notice you two didn’t talk before the guys left out this morning.”

Shrugging and sitting up, I met Sarah’s eyes. “I don't remember much. He said something about me being drunk and kissing strangers, blah blah, I don’t fucking know, man.” I spoke irritatedly, pinching my forehead willing the turning of my stomach to subside.

I was lying a tad bit. I remembered the argument and almost everything that was said. But recounting the harsh words spat by me and JJ to each other would only make me sadder. Angrier.

“Sooo, my plan to get your mind off of him actually made it worse. Great.”

I frowned at the guilty girl curled up inside of her boyfriends huge hoodie. “Aw, don’t be like that Sarah. It actually did help up until he showed up. I met a cool guy. Though, who knows if I’ll ever see him again.”

“The hot one in all black that bought you a drink?” I nodded at Kie’s question. “I don’t know...He seemed kind of cocky, don’t you think?”

Rolling my eyes and falling back into the couch. “You’re only saying that because you don’t want me with anyone but JJ.”

“Precisely.” Although I didn’t want to, we all broke out into light laughter that sounded slightly off because of our less than ideal states of well-being. Just then, the front door was heard opening, the house alarm making a beep noise.

“Yo!” John B called out, the sound of the door closing ringing out as smiles broke out on all of our faces and we bolted up from the couch to meet the guys in the kitchen.

On opposites sides of the island, the guys set the plastic bags down as we rummaged through them in no time. Pope extending his hand to give me the Tylenol’s he’d picked up as I let out a triumphant ‘yess’. “I love you, Pope.” I said gratefully, to which I was met with a sheepish shrug and side smile as he fixed his hat.

Then another hand was extending to hand me a blue lemonade that was retrieved from the bags. Looking up to match the tanned hand to a face, it was JJ with an almost hesitant expression riddled on his face.

We hadn’t talked since last night. I remember the argument, parts of it rather. The parts that stung the most. Looking back, I had spilled much more than I ever wanted or intended to. But this didn’t quell any of the anger or truth behind anything I had said last night. Did I feel bad? Of course. JJ has always held a special place in my heart and no matter how angry I am or how much I try to deny it, I’ll always have a soft spot for him.

So him looking at me with these pleading, puppy-dog eyes made me want to let my exterior fall and pull him into the biggest hug this world has ever seen. But I wouldn’t let my resolve crumble so easily. I just couldn’t. Not anymore.

So plastering on a smile, albeit not a believable one, I reached to take the bottle. My fingers brushing over top of his knuckles as I grasped the neck of the bottle and took it from his grasp, him returning my smile with one of his own.

I turned away from his gaze before my emotions got the best of me and made a few steps towards Sarah to share the medication with her. Each of us gulping down a capsule or two.

The others were dividing the snacks among the table and everything was up for grabs really so they looked like children fighting over halloween candy. Sarah and I joining them and getting what we could.

WE REALLY DIDN’T HAVE PLANS FOR TODAY. We decided we didn’t want to spend the whole trip tiring ourselves out and one day to rest wouldn’t hurt, especially for Kie, Sarah, and myself.

We’d actually been sitting around watching some movie series for a couple hours. We were halfway into the second movie when I got up to use the bathroom, leaving Sarah, Kie, and John B in the living whilst JJ and Pope were in the kitchen making more popcorn.

Making my way down the hall and into the small bathroom, I shut the door and did my business. When I was finished, I washed my hands, noting the sweet smell of soap and made a mental note to search for the same scent when we got home.

Just as I was drying my hands, the door that I thought I locked swung open revealing a starstruck blonde man.

“Shit, sorry. I didn’t know you were-”

“It’s fine.” I dismissed. “I was done anyways.” Trying to squeeze between him and the doorframe to leave, a hand planted itself upon my shoulder.

“Can we talk?” He said in a hushed whisper. The house was big but not big enough that our friends couldn’t possibly hear us from down the hall if we were loud enough. Letting out a deep sigh, I used my own hand to gently brush his off, a hurt look making home on his face. One I chose to ignore.

“Not right now.” I spoke firmly. I didn’t sense that talking to JJ was going to do any good while I was still reeling from the night before.

I was going to simply turn around and return to our friends and the bag of popcorn whose smell was now wafting through the fairly large space. That was, until I saw JJ’s face quickly contort into an expression of frustrated confusion. His thick eyebrows pinching together, lips parting in unfinished sentences, and head tilting slightly to the left as a hand reached up to mess with his hair.

He took one stride towards me in order to minimize the space between us, leaning down so he could speak lower. “I don’t- You were practically begging me to talk. Now, it’s ‘not right now’. What game are you playing at, Y/N?”

What. The. Fuck.

“I’m sorry?.” I spoke defensively, craning my neck back as my eyebrows rose in shock. Surely he wasn’t talking to me. “Do you hear yourself? I was begging you to talk and I was kicked to the curb each and every time. Now all of sudden, when it’s JJ on the other side of the fence, I’m obligated to listen?” I hissed at him, crossing my arms over my chest as my feet stood shoulder-width apart as I leaned into his gaze. I could feel my lip curl in anger as I spoke. “If anyone is playing a fucking game, it’s you.”

“Well, I’m telling you I’m listening now.” He snarked.

“It doesn’t matter if you’re willing to listen now because I’m not.”

We stared angrily at one another for what felt like hours but what, in reality, couldn’t have been more than ten seconds. Then he was scoffing and going into the bathroom, muttering something under his breath in frustration and closing the door rather loudly behind him.

The swiftness of which he shut it had a gust of wind flying towards me, my shirt and pieces of hair swishing around me for a second as I closed my eyes to calm myself. Shaking my head, I went back to the living room where all of our friends eyes were focused on the screen, unwavering.

Taking my place in between Pope and Kie, she draped the blanket we were sharing back over my legs and I thanked her as Pope held the popcorn bag in my direction so we could share. I didn’t even notice my hands were mildly shaking from the oddly aggressive and confrontational interaction I’d had with JJ until I tried to reach into the bag.

“Are you okay?” Pope questioned lowly with concern swimming in his eyes. I gave him a weak smile and nodded, taking a handful of the popped kernels and eating them from my palm. “Are you sure? You look-”

“I’m okay, Pope. Really. Thank you for asking but I’m fine.” I reassured him. Pope was always looking out for me, for everyone really, and I always held a space of appreciation for his observance and genuine concern in my heart. However, he also knew when to stop pushing.

Maybe it was my shaking hands or stone expression that gave it away but he mumbled an ‘okay’ and dropped it. I could tell he wanted to find out what was wrong but I also had the feeling he already knew.

WE HAD JUST FINISHED UP THE THIRD AND FINAL MOVIE WHEN THE YAWNS BEGAN. “I think I’m gonna call it a night, you guys.” Kie croaked, stretching her arms up and behind her head.

The rest of us mumbling tiredly in agreement. Gathering popcorn bags, candy wrappers and soda cans to throw away while passing the kitchen, we all said goodnight and went our separate ways.

Walking into the room I shared with JJ, I walked into the bathroom to freshen up and change into my sleepwear. By the time I had finished that up, JJ was already settled into the bed, scrolling on his phone.

It was clear as day to see that he was pissed, conflicted or both. But so was I. JJ was getting a taste of his own medicine and honestly? It was about time. Some part of me, regrettably, found some pride in making him feel how I had been feeling for months but never had the guts to show. But the other part of me, the part that wanted to reach out and let this whole thing go, felt like an asshole.

Then I wondered if he ever felt this kind of guilt.

So, climbing into the bed, I didn’t bother to acknowledge him as I plugged in my phone to charge and sat it face-down on the bed-side table. But this odd feeling settled in my stomach, something similar to deep-rooted guilt. So, rolling my eyes because I knew I had crumbled a bit (just a bit), I simply said ‘goodnight’. Nothing more, nothing less. I didn't even make a move to face him.

But knowing JJ, I should’ve known it’d be better to not say anything at all.

“So, now you wanna talk?” It was a dig. You could hear it in his voice, the way the condescending tone dripped off of his tongue.

Chuckling darkly and pulling the covers closer to me, I spoke even though my mind was yelling ‘ignore, ignore, ignore’.

“You don’t have to be an ass.”

“Is that a yes?” A sarcastic dig. But still a dig, nonetheless.

Sighing harshly and throwing the covers back, I got up out of the bed and picked up the pillow that was on my side of the bed. I unplugged my charger from the wall and picked up my phone that was still connected to the pink cord.

“Where are you going?”

Turning towards the door and pulling it open, I put my foot outside the door. “Somewhere I can sleep in peace.” And with that, I shut the door behind me, silently praying our friends were already asleep so I could creep to the couch without question.

I’d make up an excuse in the morning but for now, I needed any reason, any reason at all, to be away from JJ.

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ellewritesandrants · 2 years

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Another Hidden Omega Billy AU! because I just had to.

Imagine Billy plastered after the Halloween Party and he goes to find Steve after the whole plenty of bitches in the sea thing and he immediately clings to Steve and asks Steve why he doesn’t like Billy.

“Steevvviiiiieee, why don’t you like meeeee?” Billy slurred, practically falling on the bench beside him and wrapping his arm around Steve’s shoulder.

Steve stared at him, unwilling to believe the sight he was seeing.

“Hargrove, you’re wasted.”

“Noooo, I’m just tiiipppsssyyyy! You’re the one that’s wasteded.” Billy declared.

Steve rolled his eyes.

“Right. I’m definitely the one who’s slurring my words.”

“You says it, not me. Anyway, why don’t you like meeee? I want yoooouuuuu to like meeeeeeeee!” He said, pointing to Steve before pointing to himself at the right moments.

Steve chose to indulge him.

“I like you just fine when you’re not being an asshole, Hargrove.”

“But how am I supposed to get your attention?” He whined.

Steve couldn’t understand what Billy was trying to say.

“What?”

“How should I get your attention then, pretty boy?”

Steve honestly didn’t know if he should take Billy seriously at this point. The teen must’ve been drunk off his ass to be saying bullshit like this and a small part of Steve wanted to mess with Billy knowing he’d most likely forget everything with how much alcohol he’d ingested.

“Help me take care of my pups, then.”

Billy looked gobsmacked and Steve had to hold in his laughter at how weirdly adorable the blond looked when he was shocked and wasted.

“Huh?”

“I recently took in some pups as pack. They could use more guidance, you know.”

“And you’ll like me if I do it?” Billy asked, seemingly earnest with his ocean blue eyes wide.

Steve snorted.

“Sure, why not?”

“You’ve got yourself a deal!” Billy declared, raising his finger to the sky before swaying and ultimately, landing his head onto Steve’s shoulder and passing out.

Billy wakes up surrounded by Steve’s scent in a guest bedroom wearing the same clothes as the night before, with a headache to kill all headaches. He spotted a Tylenol and a glass of water on the bedside table and he immediately takes it as he’s flooded by the memories of last night’s shenanigans. He’s thankful that he wasn’t stupid enough to reveal his designation but fuck, the things he’s revealed were even more embarrassing than that. What had gotten over him that he’d confronted Steve Harrington about not liking him?

He slowly and gingerly made his way downstairs where he saw Steve dancing along to the music on the radio while wearing a kiss the chef apron. Billy mumbled don’t mind if I do while going down since he knew Steve was too busy to notice him. He decided to do Steve a favor and let him know he was there when Steve was done using the stove since that could end badly.

“Good morning, pretty boy.”

“Jesus, fuck, Hargrove. Make some noise next time. You’ll give me a heart attack if you keep that up.”

“That’s the last thing I’d want to do, sweetheart. After all, you’re the only one who can keep up with me on and off the court in this shitty little town.”

Steve was not impressed.

“Uh huh. Did you take the Tylenol?”

“Yep. Thanks for that by the way. Did I do anything too bad last night?”

Billy wanted to see if Steve would tell him the truth or not.

“Nothing too bad, just draped yourself all over me asking why I didn’t like you.” Steve said, grinning like the cat that got the cream.

Billy didn’t let that faze him.

“Oh, pretty boy, I would have asked that question sober if I knew you’d answer me honestly.”

Steve snorted and Billy, strangely enough, found that weirdly adorable.

“If you say so, Hargrove. Sit and have some breakfast before I drop you off at Tina’s place to get your car.”

“Aw, a classic American breakfast and a ride? Oh, sweetheart, you really shouldn’t have!” Billy cried out, holding his hands to his chest.

“Laugh it up, Hargrove. Just because my parents raised me to take care of a guest properly doesn’t mean I won’t throw you out if you get too crazy.”

“Don’t worry, pretty boy. I’ll be on my best behavior when your parents come down.”

“It’s just us, Hargrove. My parents are in Italy for some business deal and we’re the only ones here.”

That was odd. Billy knew that Steve was an only child so it didn’t make any sense to him as to why Steve’s parents could leave for so far away without taking their pup. That’s the entire reason why he was even in this hellhole called Hawkins. Hell, Neil was an asshole who beat him up on a regular basis, but he was the first to beat up anyone who called his son a faggot. Granted, he’d beat up Billy after for even seeming like a faggot in public but the thought still counted.

“How long are they out?”

“Don’t think about it. My days of hosting parties here are long gone.”

“I wasn’t thinking about parties, pretty boy even though I’ll admit that crossed my mind for a second or two. I was asking because it isn’t healthy for pack bonds to be stretched like that.”

Steve shrugged.

“It’s not that bad when you’re used to it and they’ve been going for trips like this for as long as I can remember. Anyway, the other members of my pack make it easier to deal with.”

“Like the pups?”

Billy watched as Steve’s face lit up as he told Billy all about his pups that he’d recently taken under his wing. It didn’t really make any sense to him how they’d gravitated towards him and vice versa but he found himself forming pack bonds with them pretty quickly and that was that.

Billy spent the rest of the morning there eating breakfast with Steve, listening to him talk about his pups as if they hung the stars up in the heavens and Billy soaked every minute of it up. Here he was, in the kitchen of the alpha he’s liked since he saw him, eating the breakfast the very same alpha prepared for him. It was a surreal experience and reality soon came crashing down after in the form of a drive to pick up his car and the beating that accompanied his late return.

When he came back to school, Billy’s ribs were tender and he wasn’t allowed to buy lunch for the rest of the week. Somehow, someway, Steve noticed Billy wasn’t in the cafeteria during their shared lunch period and when he found him chain-smoking in his car to stave off the hunger, his alpha instincts practically forced him to go over there and to offer up his second sandwich that Billy reluctantly accepted.

This started up a habit of Steve and Billy eating in or by either of their cars and actually talking to each other. Steve doesn’t really know why but he really likes taking care of Billy and he doesn’t stop since it calms his alpha instincts. Billy stopped practically boxing Steve in at every basketball practice and Steve found himself actually becoming friends with the younger boy.

Cue the unlucky moment that Billy’s long scheduled heat was about to hit and he was forced to go out and look for his pup step-sister who sneaked out. He finds Max with another pup trapped on the bus while a bunch of weird dogs circled it. Billy went feral, running a few over before grabbing the crowbar he always kept by the driver’s door and going to town on the dogs. He only stopped when the dogs ran away and he had gotten on board, only to find Steve with the other pup and Max.

At this point, Billy’s instincts were driving him crazy, leading to him grabbing Max and aggressively scenting her after removing his scent blockers which led to Steve figuring out that Billy was an omega and that he was on the cusp of heat. He convinces Billy to bring Max with him to a safe place since the dogs were still roaming around. Steve promises to protect the omega and his pup which Billy happily agrees to.

They manage to get through the rest of the night with no issue with Billy helping them with burning down the main hub after being tricked by the pups to do it since they wouldn’t be safe until they did it. When Max talks of going home, Billy whines which automatically puts Steve on edge.

He goes to the adults with his suspicions and they agree that it’s odd but they have to bring him home but Jim will stay and watch for a bit to calm Steve’s instincts down. Instead, Jim goes full feral alpha when he sees Neil move to strike Billy down and he rescues Billy from the house and after asking him where he wanted to go, he was brought to Steve’s place.

Steve struggles to control himself with the omega in heat staying in his guest room but somehow, he does control himself enough to last through it all. Once Billy’s out of heat and more coherent, Steve and Billy have a talk about everything and Steve asks him if he meant it when he said he wanted Steve to like him, which makes Billy bashful when he quietly says yes. Steve asks if he could court Billy and Billy agrees.

He's taken in by Hopper after his heat and he grows especially close with El who also becomes really close with Max. Joyce acts more like his mom than Susan and his real mom ever did even if she and Hopper had yet to start dating and when Hopper and Joyce find out about Steve courting Billy, Steve gets the shovel talk of a lifetime.

Billy ends up becoming really close to Will too since he bonds with his fellow gay William and when Hopper and Joyce eventually get together and get married, Billy’s more than happy to gain a couple of brothers to add to his two sisters.

Soon enough, Billy has the same pack members as Steve, and he finds the family he never thought he’d find in the town that he’d wanted to run away from. He finds happiness in the most unlikely of places and for once, he’s thankful that a series of unfortunate events led to the best possible outcome he could never imagine.

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vixenicks · 13 days

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@ozymoron HIIII YES I'D LOVE TO disclaimer this will be very all over the place also my mind is totally blanking rn bear with me (->🧸)

i don't usually write like cohesive headcanon lists also sorry that this took me like 3 weeks to get back to im sick in the head, also this will probably mostly just be a more comprehensive compilation of stuff i've already posted. also some miah too

biggest fucking hypermobile valeska truther

do i think he has a medical dx for whatever connective tissue disorder he has going on? absolutely not

his joints dislocate and pop whenever he strains anything too far, if anything i think he's a fan

never in his life would he use a mobility aid of any kind

you can't give him compression wear he'll lose his sparkle. (the sparkle in question being him popping his fingers in and out of their joints to freak people out)

plus just in the show he's always bending and moving constantly

he sits in chairs with his knees bunched up his legs folded over he spins in circles extends his arms

you can't convince me he doesn't sit at tables with his leg propped over his own shoulder

rip Jerome Valeska you would've loved bending over backwards across a table

and subsequently pulling something in your lower back that will continue to pop out of place and ache for the next like four years

again, probably not a huge issue i think he's a fan

i think that Miah is also hypermobile but like she's taking way better care of her body lets be real

compressive braces for her knees and elbows she's like fine

also the opposite end of the spectrum. the chronic aching is killing her. you however could not pay Jerome to take a tylenol

sleeping happens to him. rarely

honest to god i think the most hours of sleep he gets in gotham are when he's dead

when he does get any sleep he wakes up on the floor and with his feet like curled over his head

everything is where it definitely should not be

vague sounds of furniture moving around in arkham its just jerome moving in his sleep

a loud thunk followed by a sound similar to when birds ruffle up their feathers (he has a blanket wrapped around his body and folded over his face. he's stuck)

personally headcanon Jerome to have aspd, npd and bpd aswell :3c

i could go more into depth with that but its 9am. it's like basically canon though i think. like it has to be

his teeth are majorly fucked up (projecting)

his canines protrude up at the top of his gums he has a chipped front tooth and sharp molars (projecting) (i have a reference image. btw)

god knows his mother never took him to the dentist and you could not honestly try and convince me that he brushes his teeth

or does any form of self care for that matter

there's a reason his skin is so red during s4 his ass did not use any type of moisturizer after his face got cut off

alternatively i think he probably had alot of upkeep when he was under Galavan

free reign in a nice penthouse and he already stole the pajamas and weapons and food

he didn't get alot of nice things growing up, who wouldn't raid a rich dude's house and use all 57 of the soaps in the bathroom

he's making potions. and drinking them don't ask why his puke smells like winter candy apple

anyways. i think that's another contributor to him never really investing time in personal hygiene post getting murdered

reminders of Galavan make him nauseated why would he

he still has a scar on his neck, he probably doesn't remember all of it, he probably prefers it that way

Jerome was so crazy devoted to Galavan it makes me sick and i think we should talk about it more

nobody ever found out that he was behind the Maniax. nobody ever found out him killing Jerome was an act of betrayal. Jerome actively told his father that Galavn actually saw something in him, that Galavan believed he'd be a star

and he believed that !!!!! he would've gone to the ends of the earth for that man and he got killed by him the same fucking day

you can see the genuine admiration during s2, the constant need for approval and validation from him, the constant feeding into that need for approval and validation

the confusion when Galavan stabs him in the neck, his last words literally being him questioning everything he'd been promised before

idk. probably a pretty big contributor to Jerome becoming significantly more detached and unhinged post his resurrection, to him consistently needing to be the one in control of everything and everyone, even if it's under the guise of chaos

eye dee kay. like there's no way he didn't internalize Something after the Galavan thing

there's alot more sloppiness in his actions, alot of blind faith and drive to do things purely for attention and amusement pre getting murdered that just isn't there once he's revived

he still got a more impactful legacy out of it though so get fucked Theodore

uhhh i think he picks his skin alot. there's like a word for that i forgot what it is leave me alone

lip picker nail biter eyelash puller

if you don't let him use your pistol as a stim toy he's going to tear the top layer of his lips off

also canon but a box of crayons could've saved him

he's a drawer he's a colorer

did you see the inside of that fuckass claires diary let that boy make bad art for fun

would love the smell of gasoline i mean this in a negative way

for sure huffed enough markers to kill off the left side of his brain as a kid

turns his eyelids inside out bends his hand backwards

i think he just loves freaking people out via microdosing on body horror

ok that's all I'll definitely add to this though stay posted thanks for the ask

#sorry for she/her'ing jeremiah it will happen again #skyler posting #jerome valeska #gotham #gotham 2014 #gotham hcs #some of these are kind of gross maybe fair warning

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murkyhazed · 10 days

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in case you were wondering where i've been, basically dead! on sunday night i got a fever, though i didn't check my temp until monday afternoon when i went home for lunch. i'd been feeling super nauseous and no appetite, and it was getting really bad so i ended up going home from work like right after i came back from lunch. i stayed in bed the rest of monday, and tuesday i had a higher fever (though still not emergency worthy) and had a bit of a sore throat and still nausea. i also had a headache, and that headache developed into a severe one on wednesday, like one i hadn't felt before. it was pounding, i couldn't move my eyes, i couldn't bend down, i was dizzy. wednesday evening i went to the hospital for the headache because it was so intense. pain relievers had not been working until that point. they gave me toradol and IV, but it also did absolutely nothing. not wanting to stay i went home. thursday morning it was even worse, and i went back to the hospital. they did the same thing, which AGAIN didn't work. i insisted on a scan, at least for peace of mind. everything was clear, like i generally appeared to be in remarkable health. i didn't feel remarkable though. the headache was pounding behind my eyes, i could barely move my head. but i was sent home without even some strong pain relievers to try and help. you would think the least they could've done was give me a few because of how excruciating it was?

my mom ended up texting my auntie to get some of her pain killers. she's on tylenol 4s because of her knee, i'm not sure if lifelong or not. anyway, i took one and low and behold... it worked? like, it helped me to where i didn't feel like sobbing. i alternated between advil and tylenol the rest of the day and was okay.

today, my headache is not nearly as severe. i can still feel it in the sides of my temple, but it's nothing like it was. anyway, that's what went on with me this week. hopefully i can stay alive and finally be on the mend from whatever this is.

i still think they could've done more for me at emerg by giving me some stronger painkillers to take home instead of having to make a dr/ug deal with my auntie xD

#* &. ooc.

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fukurofanfics · 11 months

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Fukuro Part 4: Shelter

A/N: We’re getting closer to the smut content, I swear. Stick with me. This chapter paves a path for the next, building the new elements of the plot for chapter 5. Enjoy!

(Also, I’m writing according to what I think the characters would be like in person, not what they actually are, so they might not always be in character. Some character traits are made up by me throughout, Jiwon’s affinity with computers.)

-ちはる

Warning: This series contains graphic depictions of violence and gore, graphic sexual content, and adult language throughout, and is not recommended for persons under sixteen years old. Reader discretion advised.

Chapter 4: Shelter

The morning sunlight poured through the curtains, giving my room a cozy, warm sort of lighting. After the first night of decent sleep I’d had for a while, I was fully ready to roll.

I let myself sleep in late, since I didn’t need to wake up early. The forest where the shelter was couldn’t be reached by car or any other motor vehicle because it was dense, uneven, and rocky, so we would be going by helicopter. It sounds a little bit over the top, but it was the only plausible way to reach the base. It was a forty-mile walk from here.

At last pulling myself from sleep, I sat up and rubbed my eyes. It was a fine day outside, too bad we weren’t going to be enjoying it.

I got out of bed and walked to the voluminous closet. I put on a white tank top, jogging pants, and a pair of socks. It pained me to leave behind such good clothes, but it was an easy trade for Everglow. I headed out into the kitchen to find Hwang-ja flipping pancakes on the skillet. Two of the six members were already up and clutching mugs of coffee, Yiren and Yurim.

“Morning, Kaito,” said Hwang-ja, making one of the pancakes do a triple backflip onto a plate.

“Morning.”

Another two pancakes performed their plate-bound acrobatics, shortly followed by their last fellow. Hwang-ja measured five more batter circles onto the skillet.

“Any reason you’re up so early?” I asked.

“The earlier we leave, the better.” Hwang-ja replied. “Not taking any chances.”

I left him to his pancakes and went to take stock of what I had packed for the last time.

Clothes, skincare stuff, toothbrush and toothpaste, weapons, devices, XL survival kit (just in case), batteries, medicinal paraphernalia (melatonin, Tylenol, ibuprofen, et cetera), and other valued possessions that I didn’t care to lose.

By the time I had checked for the final time and come back out, the rest of the members were awake and eating Hwang-ja’s pancakes. He had left a few for me, which I put onto a plate and took to the table.

“So,” said Sihyeon. “This is it. The final day of life in the normal world.”

“It won’t be so bad, you know.” I said, spearing a bit of pancake with my fork. “I’ve been in there a few times since it was finished, it’s pretty nice.”

“I know. But it won’t be the same.”

I felt a rush of sympathy.

“Hey, it’ll be okay. We’ll all move on, eventually. And when the time comes, we can leave. See, the Fukuri can’t last forever. There comes a time when they’ll starve to death. And when that happens, there’ll be survivors, all over the place.”

Sihyeon looked down and nodded.

After finishing breakfast, I called the helicopter.

All of us sat in the living room on the leather couches, tension palpable in the air. Then, minutes later, we heard the faint sound of helicopter blades spinning and whirring.

We headed out to the courtyard where the helicopter would land. As it approached, I flagged the pilot down and he landed smoothly on the concrete pad in front of us.

“Alright, Jeong-ho?” I yelled over the dying sound of the chopper.

“Doing fine, Kaito!” He shouted back. “But - by god - these girls must be - how?”

“No time,” I said. “Girls, get in.”

They clambered inside, closely followed by me and Hwang-ja.

I cast one last look at the house I might never see again, and then pushed it to the back of my mind.

“To the shelter, Jeong-ho.”

“You got it, boss.”

We took off and quickly gathered altitude. It pained me to leave the house and all its sentimental value behind, but it had to be done. We began flying southwest, towards the forest.

It was only about twenty minutes between us and the bunker. They seemed to pass unnaturally fast, and before I knew it, the outline of an enormous cube came into view.

“Nearly there, boss,” said Jeong-ho over the intercom.

When we arrived, Jeong-ho dropped a ladder down to the door, having lowered the helicopter enough to reach the ground with the rope.

“Bye, Jeong-ho. I’ll see you around, maybe.” I said.

Hwang-ja climbed down first, closely followed by me, then Yiren, and so on. When all of us were on the ground, the ladder was raised back up again and the helicopter flew off again. I watched it go with a trace of regret, knowing that I would probably never see it again.

I pressed the button on the speaker/microphone and said,

“Kaito Kobayashi, twenty-five years old, born on October 5th, 1997, parents died on July 20th, 2012, requesting clearance for entry. Password is 123782122.”

“Good morning, sir, clearance granted. Please stand back.”

With a loud beep, the metal door swung open. Three of the servants (don’t take that the wrong way) hurried forwards and took our luggage.

“Welcome to my bunker,” I said, “and I believe a tour is in order.”

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