#i feel like by little d's time jims just given up

[profeyandere]

𝐉𝐈𝐌 𝐇. ─── ☾ 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒

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Word Count: 2.4k

Pairing: Jim Halpert x Fem!Reader

Warning: Mentions of social anxiety

English is not my native language, so I apologize for any mistake and if you can help me improve it, I will greatly appreciate it. I hope you enjoy it :D

Your heart was beating faster than ever because, although you had tried to do your best to calm the nerves that Jim caused you with the smile that he had given you once you had entered the office, your little social anxiety disorder had made you put on extremely red to the point where Angela, when she saw you sitting at the desk next to hers, put on a mask and washed her hands with gel, explaining seconds later that she was doing it so you wouldn't catch whatever it was that you had. Once you showed her your little blackboard and raised it slightly so she could see it, she understood the situation better.

Now, barely an hour after what happened at the beginning of the day, you had been accompanied by Óscar to be able to buy your hot chocolate; maybe it wasn't the best drink to start September, but the cold was coming and you couldn't deny that you liked a little the drink from the machine that was in the office.

"Watch out. I'm coming!"

That exclamation made you jump from the spot you took a small jump in front of the drinks machine and, very slowly and with a slight tremor in your legs due to nervousness and fright, you turned to be able to see the white shirt in front of you that it was decorated by a black-tie, obviously coming from Jim Halpert, who was looking at you with a sly smile; Suddenly your cheeks turned a deep reddish hue that the salesman found adorable.

"Chocolate?" He asked, seeing how you looked away from him because of the tension between the two of you, so he quickly took a step back. "Sorry, I must be making you uncomfortable. I didn't mean to."

Jim, although he had tried that way to see if he could get you to talk to him, he only saw how your hands gripped the blackboard between them with more force, noticing how your knuckles turned whitish due to the force exerted. The fact that he noticed things as simple as your discomfort at closeness or maintaining eye contact made you that much more nervous.

"You can be calm with me. I'm not going to make you any jokes or anything like that, at least not in the way I do to Dwight," the brown-haired man murmured, putting his hands in his pants pockets, waiting for you to say something. "I'm not planning on putting your things in jelly or making you dye your hair, don't worry."

"Oh."

That monosyllable of yours was accompanied by a deep sigh that surprised him because, even though he had entered the break room just a few seconds ago, he hadn't made sure that you had held your breath since he had started having that little 'talk' with you, besides you didn't say anything else, and grabbed your little paper cup of chocolate before hurrying out of the room. Halpert didn't even have time to ask you to join him for coffee, but it was when he heard Oscar's dry laugh that he stopped feeling so confused.

"Well, at least we know that she's not mute," said the Mexican, who had watched the scene with amusement, with a small smile.

"Why would she be?" Jim asked. "She's shy. I guess she hasn't opened up to anyone enough, or she hasn't gotten to trust anyone."

"Well, it will be with you," interrupted Dwight, who had caused Jim to freak out due to his sudden appearance in the room. "She talks to me a lot, she looks at me with those big eyes that she has and she doesn't move a muscle while we talk. It's gratifying to meet someone like that."

"How long have you been there? And besides, who asked you for an opinion?" Halpert questioned again, seeing how his partner shrugged. "Okay, she's a shy woman who doesn't talk to everyone. We'll have to give her time."

"The truth is that she talks to everyone," Óscar intervened, confusing the salesman. "Ask to anyone. They can assure you that she has very pleasant conversations with others."

Jim, at this point, thought he was being taken for a ride.

You landed the accounting job after a quick interview with some of the higher-ups at the paper company, and from one day to the next, you appeared in the office as if you were a ghost, disappearing every few seconds and seeming to teleport thanks to the innate stealth that you had in you and how little you talked, and quickly everyone wanted to know where the new accountant came from. It was a horrible job for them to even start talking to you, you faded every time someone approached you and you ran away from the conversation as if someone was going to attack you, although that thought of yours did not surprise them either; Michael threw you a party, and Dwight, being the enthusiast that he is, gave you such a scare that your blood pressure dropped and you had to get laid on the floor.

Yes, indeed, on your first day, he gave you a drop in blood pressure due to a scare and, from that moment on, in every corner of the office, there were candies to keep you on your toes.

From that moment on, and during the following months until you reached your first year in the paper company, it was not easy to find you in the office, and that was relatively small because you went from one place to another to go around and not standing on the seat for a long time, and it was on one of your walks that Kelly finally got hold of you and forced you to listen to her for over half an hour and from then on and with a short chat with Toby, you tried to converse with your little fellows through a whiteboard that you had bought at the Saturday market.

Of course, that news didn't seem to reach all the employees, and Jim was the only one who never got an answer from you.

"Come on, guys, it can't be that she talks to everyone, and she hasn't said or written a word with me."

Dwight and Oscar looked at each other, for a brief moment, before looking back at Jim.

"I could swear I've seen her talk to everyone, Jim," said Oscar.

"I've even seen her talking to Creed," Dwight pointed out, shrugging as he smiled broadly when he realized you weren't interested in Jim. "Look how cute. You're jealous that she loves us and you don't."

"We don't talk. We usually play chess or checkers," Creed indicated that, to the surprise of the three of them, he was also in the break room. "Because we're talking about (Y/N), right?"

Halpert looked at the camera that, at that moment, was recording them and disappointment and confusion could be read on his face.

He knew that he had tried every possible way he could think of to get close to you from day one. He saw you so shy and small in his eyes that he couldn't help but have a tender feeling towards you, as well as being very worried when he saw that you were about to pass out after the scare Dwight gave you at your homecoming party, but he quickly found himself looking at your booth instead of at his computer screen or doing his usual sales job. His sales didn't decline, but everyone around him could notice a slight change in his mood and the tireless desire he had to talk to you at all costs.

Now, he understood that he was the exception on your list of people to talk to, he felt defeated.

He thought he was doing the right thing, and it seemed to be the opposite.

You, meanwhile, had gladly returned to your desk, placing your small glass on one end of the table before taking a seat and continuing with your work, but what might have turned into a quiet morning turned into quite the opposite when you saw the little mischievous smile with which Óscar returned, showing you curious about what had happened that made him so funny.

"My dear, I don't know how you did it, but you made Jim swallow his pride," he said, still smiling and staring into each other's eyes.

"About time someone did," Angela murmured. "He always walks around with an air of superiority and thinks that we are all going to have fun with his jokes."

You frowned slightly and looked at the Mexican for answers.

"You should have seen his face, but you had just left," Oscar whispered as he looked over his shoulder at the salesman who was returning with Dwight to the office, the first having a serious face and the second with a huge smile that was growing at the same time. He had said things close to her ear that seemed to irritate Halpert the most. "You haven't talked to him in the time you've been working in the office, and he hasn't taken it personally, but he sure has taken it personally."

You quickly propped your whiteboard up on the table so you could write on it.

"Explain yourself, please."

"What I'm saying is that you've talked to everyone, in some way you've opened up, and you've completely passed over Jim," he commented.

"But don't worry, it's completely normal," Angela intervened as she placed her hand on your shoulder. "You don't have to talk to him, you don't want to end up like Pam."

Honestly, it was never your intention to make Jim feel so bad or left out, and you didn't think he wanted to talk with you as much as he did with the receptionist or with other colleagues.

For you, Jim had stood out among all your co-workers not only for being the most handsome or charismatic but for the good heart he had and that he disguised under a huge layer of jokes that he spent on Dwight, although later he did show concern for him just like when he had the concussion. Halpert had been a sun from the moment he met you, and he didn't get close precisely for fear that you would leave as you had in the beginning, and let's say that silly crush you had had from the moment you held him so close during your low blood pressure on your first day of work had caused you to get away from him as soon as possible.

You had social anxiety and you were in love, or you liked him.

It was a strange outfit but, it had prevented you from being close to his person and hence you couldn't talk to him.

You knew the time would come, you thought you might need up to five years to get close to him, but seeing him at his desk with a frown, his hands restless and his eyes slightly clouded with anger or sadness had given you a feeling of anguish that you knew you would not easily shake off; it was Jim, it shouldn't be that hard to ask him to speak in private.

"Jim."

That whisper surprised the salesman who, confused and a little frightened by the way his name had come out of your lips, slowly turned around in his seat to be able to meet yours, thus also surprising the rest of the employees when they saw that you had taken the first step to talk to someone, of course when they saw how your belly seemed to stop its breathing movement they went blank, starting to worry when they saw how red you were getting.

"Jim," Pam called, who, equally worried, had come over to you. "Take her out of it, let her get some air."

"Yeah, of course."

Halpert quickly escorted you out of the office, and though he intended to take the elevator to speed you up, he watched in confusion as you turned away from him and headed for the stairs, closing the door behind you without letting him escort you. He didn't understand your strange behaviour and, although he tried to find a reason for that, he preferred to stay still in front of the elevator in case you really needed him or he could go back to the office.

"Jim."

When you called out to him again, he quickly went to the door that separated you, grabbing the knob so he could turn it, but to his surprise that he couldn't because you were grabbing it too.

"I need to open the door in case you need me," he murmured, hearing a new sigh from you, this time longer than the one in the restroom. "Do you get dizzy? I can call Michael or Dwight."

"No," you denied quickly, squeezing the knob hard. "No."

That denial made him sigh in the same way, realizing that he had held his breath for too long.

"Okay," he whispered, crossing his arms. "Do you need something? You seemed very convinced when you got up from the chair."

A small smile appeared on your face hearing him talk to you like that, even if there was a door between the two of you.

"Yes," you affirmed.

"Okay, tell me what you need."

You felt how your heart seemed to tighten as if you didn't want to let go of those feelings, but you knew it was time, even if a part of them would remain hidden for a while longer.

Of course, you felt weak with a single look from him, you were unable to hide it and you loved that feeling that he caused you with his smile, those butterflies that swirled in your stomach when someone told you that he had come looking for you to talk to you and that intrusion of thoughts about him when you accidentally locked eyes, hoping that at some point your dreams would come true and you could be in his arms just once.

"You take my breath away," you murmured. "That's why I'm not talking to you."

Jim smiled at your statement and carefully opened the door, watching your body tremble as your face turned a deep reddish colour that he found adorable.

"It's lucky to know I wasn't the only one, you had left me breathless a few seconds ago, so imagine."

Your eyes slowly focused on his, being able to distinguish the slight red tint that was on his cheeks as a result of your confession, and, although neither could expect it, both of you managed to breathe again when you were in front of the other and not contain those hidden feelings.

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[bidoofenergy]

This is me humbly requesting some Jimmy and Joel/Grian interactions from your dance floor au🙏

Additionally I would kill for a d&d au that genuinely sounds so fun as someone who played dnd years ago (unf the group was not fun to play with, I feel bad for our dm)

hungry busy people

also on AO3 sequel to let's ditch the dance floor (4048 words)

“Friday night,” Joel sarcastically cheers, under his breath. “Living the dream," Jimmy refuses to pay attention to him. He’s got his planner, his Google Calendar, and all his course websites open in front of him, but he still feels like he’s forgetting something. He goes down this weekend's to do list for the third time, comparing it to upcoming deadlines.

“Class signup starts next week right?” he asks, whipping up to look at Joel, across the table. Joel pauses his lamenting on missing on date night with Lizzie.

“Registration isn’t for another two weeks.” Joel says slowly. Jimmy flips to two weeks out and, sure enough, there it is on Thursday in capital letters: “CLASS SIGNUP 8 AM!!” Jimmy groans.

“Are you forgetting something?” Joel asks, barely hiding his amusement.

“Tell me you know what I’m forgetting.” Jimmy leans over his open notebooks and half the table to beg properly.

Joel leans away from Jimmy’s hands and smirks. “How should I know what you’ve forgotten?” He reaches for his phone as he speaks and starts typing without breaking eye contact.

“If you’re texting Grian to make fun of me—” Jimmy starts, in his best attempt at threatening. It isn’t very good, given how Joel’s smirk just grows.

“Do your homework Jim.” Joel pats the top of his hand. “It’ll come to you; probably when you least expect it.” Joel sounds too happy about this for Jimmy’s taste. He sighs and sits back. Joel has decided to be unhelpful and there’s no changing his mind. Jimmy hates him a little.

“I hate you a lot.” He tells Joel. Joel is not bothered by this.

Truthfully, Jimmy can only hate Joel a little today. Joel agreed to go to the vet school library with him on a Friday night, even though it’s a good 15 minute bus ride from their dorm, because Jimmy focuses better here than at the library on main campus. Jimmy needs to be at the library on a Friday night because, at some point this semester, his workload went from substantial to overwhelming. And on top of that, there’s… something else. Something is happening this weekend and that means Jimmy has to get as much work done today as possible.

To start: this godforsaken discussion post that’s due at midnight. He switches windows back to the week’s reading and continues skimming it, hoping for something to jump out at him. He just needs to find something vaguely interesting to write 150 words about and then he can tell two random classmates they “brought up some very intriguing points, I hadn't considered that” and be done with the class—at least until next Friday’s discussion post.

It’s on his fourth reread of the same sentence (so much for skimming) that Jimmy feels a presence behind him. He freezes and considers. Joel is still in front of him, intently focused on his laptop screen. There’s only one other person Jimmy knows who would stand behind him and silently wait like this, but he’s an hour drive—this is the thing Jimmy forgot!

Jimmy whirls around, his suspicions immediately confirmed when he nearly smacks Grian in the stomach in his excitement. “Grian!” he exclaims and immediately winces at his volume.

“Hey Tim,” Grian grins. “Took you long enough to notice.” He ruffles Jimmy’s hair before sitting down.

“He’s been here for seven minutes.” Joel says as he reaches across the table to bump fists in greeting. “I timed it.”

“You’re getting sloppy Tim.” Grian shakes his head.

“Shut up.” Jimmy whines. “Where’s your stuff man?” He cannot believe he forgot Grian was staying the weekend; it’s not like their plans were what got him through the last few weeks.

“In my car, which is by your dorm, because that’s where you told me you’d be.” Grian pokes Jimmy in the chest. “Joel had to coach me through your bus system by text!”

Joel smirks at Grian’s annoyance. “Sorry, not all of us have the cutting-edge infrastructure of HCU.”

“A functional, easy-to-understand bus system is not cutting-edge—”Grian starts, voice rising, before Joel and Jimmy shush him.

“Yes, yes, HCU rules, ESU drools.” Joel says mockingly, rolling his eyes.

“Don’t give us Scar’s public transportation rant, I have homework I need to finish.” Jimmy pleads. Grian splutters like he can’t decide what to be offended by first.

“It’s not a rant—It’s not Scar’s—” he squawks. Jimmy and Joel glance at each other and laugh.

“Hush, both of you,” Grian folds his arms. “You’re doing homework? I drove all the way here, rode your horrible bus, to watch you do homework?”

Jimmy can't help but laugh. He’s missed Grian so much.

“Don’t laugh!” Grian exclaims and Joel shushes him again, still laughing as he does.

“The grind doesn’t stop.” Jimmy shrugs. “Gotta finish this today so I’m free tomorrow.” At the mention of tomorrow, Grian brightens.

“Yes! I’m looking forward to your gym.” he enthuses and Joel groans. “You guys actually have more climbing space than HCU does.” Grian continues and Joel groans louder.

“You’re obsessed.” Joel complains.

“Alright, Mr. Thought of Baby Names Three Months in.” Grian scoffs.

“I did not—not three months—” Joel fumbles to defend himself, flushing. “I would never—I was totally cool and normal about Lizzie.” His flush deepens at the mention of his girlfriend, which doesn’t really help his case.

“So, we’re just lying now?” Jimmy asks Grian in a stage whisper and they grin at each other.

“Shut up,” Joel groans, head in his hands. “Do your homework Tim.”

Jimmy frowns, but before he can say anything, Grian pokes his arm. “Yeah Timmy,” he says teasingly, switching sides easily. “Finish your homework so we can get out of here.”

“Boo,” Jimmy mumbles and he and Joel start working again.

Grian leaves them alone for about ten minutes, entertaining himself with his phone, before getting bored and scooting his chair closer to Jimmy. He rests his chin on Jimmy’s shoulder and starts reading along. Jimmy, used to this, lets his shoulder drop a little so Grian is more comfortable.

“Jim,” Grian says after a moment.

“Hmm?”

“If you don’t pick a random quote and start writing—” Grian starts and Jimmy just laughs. Joel looks up at the two of them, an eyebrow raised. “He’s overthinking this.” Grian huffs, sounding personally offended.

“I’d never accuse Jimmy of thinking too much.” Joel smirks.

“Hey!” Jimmy exclaims. “I wasn’t sure where to start and—” Grian cuts him off.

“That doesn’t sound like ‘Thank you for the advice, Grian, I’ll get right to it!’”

Jimmy rolls his eyes. “Thank you for the advice, Grian, I’ll get right to it.” he parrots. Grian pats him on the head and sits back, looking smug.

The worst part is: Grian is right. Jimmy finds the sentence he had to read four times and starts writing, “A quote that I found particularly interesting…”

Grian watches him type for a few minutes before getting bored again and rolling over to watch Joel. “That doesn’t look like homework.” He remarks dryly. Jimmy looks up to see the familiar expression of Joel caught texting Lizzie something gross and cheesy and quickly looks back to his own laptop screen, happy to let Grian take care of that.

- - -

They’re at the library for a few more hours, until it’s almost 12:30. Jimmy finished his discussion post and the two replies and starts on his math homework (Grian immediately teases him for “taking a finance class, that’s not even real math!”). Joel, eventually, probably because she fell asleep, stops texting Lizzie and starts reading. It’s a lot of highlighting, mumbling to himself, and looking like the book in front of him insulted his mother. Grian steals Jimmy’s phone, gets the passcode right on the first try because Jimmy hasn’t bothered to change it since Grian first learned it in high school, and starts playing Angry Birds. Jimmy doesn’t even remember having Angry Birds on his phone.

Eventually, Jimmy’s mind feels like a thick soup and Grian has given up on Angry Birds in favor of spinning his chair worryingly fast. Joel, seeing the state of the two of them, snaps his book closed and says, “Let’s get out of here.”

“Finally!” Grian exclaims, jumping up to his feet. He sways and stumbles and Jimmy laughs as he packs up his stuff.

Grian is buzzing with energy as they leave the library and head to the bus stop. The night air is warm and heavy with humidity. The sidewalk is lit a hazy orange-yellow from the streetlights. There’s no one else at the bus stop. Jimmy stands by the sign and bounces on his toes. Grian squints at the bus stop bench, like he's grading it. For a moment, it’s quiet—only the sounds of distant traffic and bugs.

“I’m hungry.” Joel announces to the night air, startling Jimmy a little.

“Nothing’s open right now.” Jimmy frowns.

“Do you not have food in your room?” Grian asks. Neither Jimmy nor Joel dignify his question with a response.

“There’s gotta be something open.” Joel pulls out his phone and opens his map app, pinching and panning and zooming in on nearby streets. Both Jimmy and Grian crowd around, bumping their heads together.

“I really cannot believe ESU doesn’t have stuff nearby open past midnight.” Grian mumbles. Jimmy can’t believe HCU would.

“There’s a Waffle House not far from our dorm, which is good because this is the last bus.” Joel announces, zooming in on the Waffle House in question. He looks a little too excited about this. Jimmy glances at Grian, who looks more caught up on the idea that the buses are stopping now.

“I could eat,” Jimmy offers and, just like that, their plans have been made.

“Waffle House!” Joel cheers and switches over to stare at the bus tracker app.

- - -

The Waffle House isn’t very busy, unsurprising for it being nearly 1 am, only another group of five college students crammed in a booth and only two people working. The blond, middle-aged cook yells at them to “sit wherever!” when they enter and Grian picks a booth for them. Joel slides in next to Grian and drops his backpack on the opposite bench right as Jimmy’s about to sit. Jimmy rolls his eyes, pushes the bag further in, and accidentally kicks Joel as he’s getting settled. Joel, of course, immediately kicks him back, and things devolve from there.

“Boys!” Grian admonishes as the waiter comes up to the table, menus in hand. “Can’t take them anywhere.” he jokes, like he didn’t just kick Jimmy in the shins. The waiter, a tall, lanky guy about their age with a yellow sweater on underneath his Waffle House shirt, looks unimpressed and drops the menus on the table. Joel, noticing the waiter, straightens up.

The waiter says, “Yell for me when you're ready.” and leaves.

“Christ that dude is tall.” Joel remarks as soon as he’s gone.

“You’re just short.” Grian rolls his eyes and pulls the menu Jimmy was reaching for towards himself.

“Taller than you!” Joel says indignantly.

“Don't start,” Jimmy begs, head in his hands. Joel takes this as an opportunity to the remaining menu. Jimmy doesn’t react. They all know what they want anyway.

He twists around to wave the server over. He’s talking to the cook, who looks a little more stressed than Jimmy would like the person making his food to look, especially if they work at Waffle House. When the tall man notices, he pushes off the counter and heds over.

“What can I get you guys?” he asks, shoving his hands in his pockets. Jimmy catches his nametag: Wilbur.

“Double hashbrown, scattered and covered please.” Jimmy says, ignoring Grain’s responding gag. The server nods and turns to Joel, who’s puffing out his chest. Jimmy has to stare really hard at poor Wilbur’s beanie (red, a little dirty, definitely not in-uniform) to avoid Grian’s eye.

“All star breakfast, with bacon.” Joel replies and at least he’s not dropping his voice like he used to do in front of Lizzie all the time.

“Double waffles,” Grian says. “And we’ll all have orange juice.” Jimmy hates orange juice.

“It’s gonna be a while on those waffles.” Wilbur informs them. “We’ve only got one iron working at the moment and they”—he gestures behind him lazily to the other table— “all ordered waffles. That explains the cook’s expression. All three of them wince sympathetically.

“That’s fine.” Grian reassures him. Wilbur nods and leaves before Jimmy can remember he doesn’t like orange juice.

- - -

Their food comes fairly quickly, except for Grian and Joel’s waffles of course. “Yeah it’s gonna be about an hour.” the server tells them, faintly apologetic.

“Holy moly,” Jimmy breathes and Joel and Grian grimace in unison.

“We’ll wait,” Grian tells him.

“Waffle House welcomes you 24 hours a day.” Wilbur replies flatly before leaving, clearly quoting something from his training. Joel snorts into his food.

Jimmy slides his orange juice across the table to Grian. “Timmy, you've got to get your Vitamin C.” Grian says, taking a massive gulp of Jimmy’s orange juice. “What if you get scurvy or something?”

“I’m not getting scurvy.” Jimmy says and starts eating.

“You’re eating potatoes and cheese; that’s not exactly a balanced diet.”

“He does have a point.” Joel agrees, mouth full.

“You’re not any better!” Jimmy doesn’t exactly yell, and Joel and Grian both shush him.

- - -

Thirty minutes later, hashbrowns long gone, Jimmy has his head on the table, pillowed under his arms, half-asleep. Grian and Joel have been talking about this ghost-hunting video game for at least twenty minutes. While Jimmy plays it all the time with them, he barely knows the rules, nevermind the intricate strategies they’re discussing. Instead he lets their voices wash over him and, between them and the rain. He’s almost—

Jimmy sits bolt upright and blurts, “It’s raining?”

Grian and Joel pause to exaggeratedly glance between him, the window, and each other.

“Indeed it is, Timmy,” Grian claps mockingly. “Well done.” Jimmy groans.

“No, walking back is gonna be a pain.”

“Neither of you have an umbrella?” Grian asks, somehow surprised.

“I’m sure it’ll clear up soon.” Joel tells Jimmy. They both leave Grian's question unanswered.

- - -

Twenty minutes later, the rain hasn’t cleared up and, in fact, has gotten much worse. The water’s coming down in sheets angled by the wind. Jimmy was woken up by a loud crack of thunder and nearly jumped out of his seat, much to Joel and Grian’s amusement.

A little while later, Wilbur comes by with their waffles. “Sorry for the wait,” he says, not sounding sorry at all. “I’ll bring your bill in a moment, you guys paying separately or together?”

“Seperate,” Jimmy mumbles distractedly staring out the window at the storm. He can’t even see the streetlight by the bus stop.

The server pauses and adds, a little more sincerely this time, “You really are welcome to stay as long as you gotta.”

“Thanks,” Joel grins around a mouthful of waffle.

“Gross,” Grian groans around his own mouthful of waffle. Wilbur leaves, somehow looking both disgusted and disinterested.

Jimmy’s startled out of his storm-induced daze when every phone in the building goes off in quick succession. He scrambles to silence his, not even reading the warning displayed on the screen.

“Flood warning,” Joel reads. “No shit.” Flooding does indeed seem like a given as water streams down the sidewalk and starts to puddle over the one visible storm drain.

Jimmy drums his fingers on the table. His backpack is water resistant, but that doesnt mean much in a storm like this. None of them even have an umbrella or even jackets; it had been so warm that evening.

“I think we should wait.” He says.

“I’m not getting my laptop wet.” Joel agrees.

“Fine,” Grian sighs. It’s almost 2 am.

- - -

By 2:15, they’ve paid and their dishes sit in a neat stack next to a not insignificant cash tip that the three of them pooled together.

“For you and the poor man with only one waffle iron.” Grian tells Wilbur when he comes to collect their plates and raises an eyebrow at the bills. He actually laughs as he tucks it apron pocket.

When he leaves their table, they hear him yell, “Hey old man, tip for you!” and fall over each other trying not to laugh too loudly.

- - -

By 2:30, the rain has slowed enough that Jimmy can actually see through it. A couple, two college-aged women, had emerged suddenly into the yellow-white light of the Waffle House sign. Now, they stand by the counter, dripping.

“You can, like, walk but it sucked.” Jimmy hears one of them tell the cook, a little too casually for someone who was just out in the middle of a flood warning. The other apologizes profusely to Wilbur who’s brought over a mop.

Grian’s entertaining himself on Jimmy’s phone, so Jimmy looks over to Joel, who said he restarted his reading but is actually on his phone. Joel, as if sensing Jimmy’s gaze, looks up. “I don't wanna be stuck here all night with no sleep—we’re supposed to meet Lizzie for breakfast before work” he says a little sadly. Grian looks up from Angry Birds to glance between them.

Jimmy weighs his options. On the one hand, his laptop is out of warranty and he can’t afford to get it or his notes wet. On the other hand, Lizzie’s busy all weekend and the only chance she has to see Grian is at some cafe 20 minutes away tomorrow morning. At 8 am.

“It’s still pouring.” Grian complains. “Give it a bit.” They give it a bit.

- - -

By 2:45, the rain has barely slowed while Jimmy definitely has. He and Grian started stacking creamer pods and every so often Jimmy knocks them over and just stares, blinking, while Grian cackles.

He sets down the creamer he was about to stack and whines, “We can’t stay here any longer.”

Joel snaps his book closed and jumps up. “Right, let’s get going then so we can sleep and then wake up on time because I refuse to be late to meeting Lizzie.” He leans across the table, reaching for his bag, as he says this.

“Wait, wait, hang on a minute,” Grian says, still wiping tears of laughter from his eyes. “Can we be smart about this please?”

Joel, practically laying on the table to reach his bag tucked against the window with one hand while balancing off Jimmy’s shoulder with the other, says, “I’m always smart.”

“Uh-huh,” Grian says, unconvinced, and slides out past Joel's legs to talk to the cook, who’s leaning against the counter looking half-asleep. Jimmy manages to escape from Joel to stand and laughs as Joel flounders, trying not to fall off the table.

Joel’s upright by the time Grian returns with a small trashbag. Jimmy squints at the trashbag, trying to understand. “Wha’s that for?” he asks after Grian fails to explain, clearly more amused by Jimmy’s sleepy confusion.

“Well if you put something in here, you can keep it dry.” Grian starts, condescending. Jimmy blinks, still catching up. “Gosh, Tim, you really need to sleep.” Grian laughs, breaking character. “Put your laptops in here and then in Tim’s bag.” He instructs Joel. Jimmy just moves away and lets Joel handle things, swaying where he stands.

“Jesus Tim, you big baby,” Grian complains, propping him up a little with his shoulder.

Joel straightens up from where he was rearranging their stuff and hands Jimmy his bag. “Let’s get this show on the road!” He says, clapping his hands together once they’re free.

“Thank you, have a good night!” Grian calls to the Waffle House employees as he none-too-gently herds Jimmy out the door.

“Stay dry!” Wilbur calls after them from where he’s leaned next to the grill, blowing vape smoke up the exhaust.

“Complete dumbasses,” Jimmy hears the cook laugh as the door closes behind them.

He’s immediately soaked, barely three steps out the door and much more awake. The wind has died down considerably, which Jimmy is grateful for. “Lucky it’s not as windy,” he remarks, though he’s practically yelling to be heard over the rainfall and water rushing down the street gutters.

“Lucky?” Joel repeats, indignant.

“Oh yeah, let’s talk about how lucky this weather is!” Grian yells. He’s leading them across the parking lot like he knows where he’s going. Water sluices across their shoes as they push uphill, flooding Jimmy’s sneakers.

“It absolutely could be worse!” Jimmy argues. As if on cue: a distant rumble of thunder.

“Shut it.” Joel says, pointing at Jimmy threateningly. “If we get struck by lighting and miss breakfast, Lizzie’ll kill me.” This is, of course, not the threat he wants it to be and Grian and Jimmy fall over each other with laughter. When they finally straighten up, Joel is ahead of them and they rush—Jimmy slipping and nearly falling—to catch up.

“Do you guys remember that episode of Mythbusters?” Jimmy asks, once he’s caught his footing—and his breath—a bit.

“Which episode?” Joel asks, not kindly. “They made a lot.”

“About running versus walking in the rain?” Grian asks.

“Yeah!” Jimmy exclaims. “You remember the conclusion? I don’t.”

“No,” Grian admits and Joel groans.

“Why’d you bring it up if you don't remember the conclusion?” he asks the sky, throwing his head back.

“I thought Grian might!” Jimmy protests but he’s drowned out by Joel making choking noises. They all stop immediately.

“I just swallowed so much rainwater.” Joel croaks, looking a little red but fine, and Jimmy has to laugh.

“Why would you look up when it’s raining?” Grian admonishes, but he’s rubbing the part of Joel’s back that isn’t covered by his bag.

“I wasn’t thinking.” Joel straightens up and Jimmy doubles over, laughing harder. “C’mon let’s keep moving.” He tugs Jimmy’s arm.

“He’s delirious.” Grian says, pushing Jimmy from behind.

Together, they push-pull Jimmy to the intersection before the campus entrance and, with barely a glance, decide to cross without waiting for the crosswalk light. There’s no traffic anyway and, unsurprisingly, no one else out as they make their way to Jimmy and Joel’s dorm.

They make one last turn and, as if on cue, the rain slows to a steady drizzle. Jimmy, too tired to be mad, tilts his head back to feel the rain across his face.

“This is fucking bullshit.” Joel gripes.

“You’re the one who wanted to leave right then.” Grian points out, his own tiredness removing the usual sharpness of his teasing edge.

“Oh I’m Grian and I can perfectly predict the weather.” Joel says mockingly, never too tired to be insulted.

Grian, of course, has to respond. “Oh, I’m Joel and I’m so worried my girlfriend’s gonna be mad at me I make my friends walk half a mile in the middle of a flood warning.”

Before Joel can reply, Jimmy steps between them and slings an arm over each of their shoulders. “I’m glad you’re here this weekend.” He says. He’s sleepy and a little too earnest and probably putting a little too much weight on his friends but he’s ridiculously happy to have his two best friends with him.

“Gross Tim,” Grian and Joel complain in unison, but neither of them move away.

By the time they’re squelching up the stairs and entering the dorm the rain has stopped completely. Joel and Jimmy’s room is illuminated by moonlight streaming in through the permanently broken blinds. Joel immediately starts spreading his notes out on the air conditioning unit to dry. Jimmy finds a pair of shorts and a t-shirt (that was probably Grian's to begin with) to give Grian to sleep in. He grabs his towel and slimy shower caddy and heads to the hall’s bathrooms.

When he gets back, there’s wet stuff everywhere and the room is starting to smell like wet dog and sweaty boys and old pennies. Whatever, that’s a problem for Monday Jimmy.

Jimmy pulls on the shorts and t-shirt he uses as pajamas and clambers onto his slightly too-tall bed. Grian’s already made himself comfortable and he squints, half-asleep, at Jimmy. “That’s my t-shirt,” he grumbles.

“Shush,” Jimmy replies, nudging Grian to the side so he can fully fit on his own bed. Grian, begrudgingly, accommodates him. Jimmy falls asleep tucked against Grian’s familiar frame, tired and happy and finally dry.

#life series #traffic smp #bad boys #limited life #jimmy solidarity #grian #smallishbeans #limited life smp #my fic #chaddex #lddf-verse

[kirchefuchs]

Yoo Ceres!! Since the last ask, I've been thinking more about your AU (or perhaps headcanon? idk) where The Narrator was given false memories of having created The Stanley Parable. Of course, as per usual, I went "well, s__t. time to f__k around and find out, I suppose" (/p)

(also is using swear words allowed in asks? genuine question btw)

SO! here are some questions that I carefully handpicked out of the chaos that is my brain <3

(also!! u don't have to answer all of them, okay? just label the questions u answered through their assigned letters. you can choose questions to answer so dw :D)

a) Not sure if this was answered already, but who gave The Narrator all those fake memories?

- Did they just appear one day?

- Did he accidentally give the memories to himself?

- Did the actual Developers decide to give it to him for the Ultra Deluxe revamp?

- Does this have anything to do with Stanley? Perhaps the Timekeeper?

b) What's the Timekeeper's main role in your AU/headcanon?

- What do they do?

- Did they exist before in the Original version of the game?

- If so, do they remember the original game? How different are the two versions of Timekeeper personality and/or programming-wise (Original vs Ultra Deluxe)?

c) What about Stanley?

- Does he remember anything related to the original version of the game?

- Is he aware of The Narrator's false memories? If he is, has he done anything in relation to the information? How did he found out, if he did?

- If he remembers the loops/resets in your AU, has he ever noticed how inconsistent the information given by The Narrator is? Has he ever tried to question/call him out for it? If he did, how did the scene play out? Did the Timekeeper have to step in?

d) Does The Narrator remember any resets/loops?

- If yes, how so? As in, does he 100% remember them or are certain parts of each ending cut out or jumbled up in his memories?

- If he doesn't, then do certain keywords give him a sense of deja vu? Does every reset/loop slowly start to fade away, as if the previous ending were just a dream (would also explain the Confusion Ending)? What about muscle memory? Does forgetting the different endings do anything to affect his instincts and/or reflexes? If yes, how so? Explain it as thoroughly as you wanna; I'd love to read your answer/s!

e) Do you have any additional information that you've [always] wanted to share about your AU/headcanon?

- Anything about The Narrator that you never had the chance to share?

- What about Stanley?

- Anything interesting about the Timekeeper?

- Or perhaps a secret 4th option? Do tell!! I absolutely love the lore of your Narrator/Pollux, and I really wanna try to provide some of my headcanons/thoughts, if you don't mind :D

Toodles! Hope you have a fantastic day! <33 /p Sorry if these questions are a bit much, haha–

— 🅰️non || 05/14/2023

Sweetie you have no idea how long I've been waiting to talk about my headcanons/lore/au/whatever you wanna call it, so I am so glad you asked!!!! 👀👀👀

(Swear words are fine, I'm not a huge stickler on them, but I prefer to keep them a minimum to none thing. I totally get it if you wanna use them, especially for comedic effect)

And! Bold of you to assume I don't wanna answer all your questions and more!!!! I am vibrating in excitement!!!! Okay, since this is going to be so long I'm putting it all under the cut.

A) I talked about this a little bit before, but I can try to explain it a little more clearly here.

There were 2 instances of false memories that the Narrator had. The first happened on its own in the Demo. The Developers/Research Team/Jim and his people who were working on the simulation had no idea what caused the Narrator to develop those fake memories. Their best guess the Narrator’s mind was trying to fill in the void and create a reason to explain why he didn't like The Stanley Parable anymore, just feeling that way wasn't enough for the AI, he needed a reason so his coding created a reason. That being fake memories.

Obviously, this is bad for the team's experiment here, so Jim wiped the Narrator’s memory and he gave the Narrator the new memories before putting him into the main game/simulation (the second instance of fake memories). Making the Narrator think he created the Parable and everything inside it, in order to help ease the transition between the Demo and The Stanley Parable.

As for if this has anything to do with Stanley, no, since him and Mariella are basically just test subjects trying to help Narry and Curie develop personhood (thats the point of the Parable in my au. Jim and his team are trying to create artificial life) from within the Parable. TK? Yes. They were on Jim's team before they got trapped inside the Parable so they had a hand in the Demo and the 2013 Parable, so thusly were involved in the Narrator's fake memories fiasco.

B) I just mentioned this but TK used to be a member on Jim's team. They were one of the developers of the Parable. No they didn’t enter the Parable until Ultra Deluxe, but due to literally helping make the game they know more about the game than just about anyone else in the Parable (except for one, but I'll talk about that later).

Before we get into how TK got trapped inside the Parable it is important to me personally that I inform you that TK and Jim are very in love and were in a lovely queer platonic relationship before everything went to crap with Ultra Deluxe.

Anyways, how TK got stuck. Well after the team created Ultra Deluxe (they made it to help keep Stanley from going crazy and also just to update some things a bit) but a bit before they moved the two humans and two AIs into it they wanted to see if they could make it so they could control and keep tabs on the Parable from within the simulation. TK volunteered themself to test out the new feature and it worked out great for a while! For a while. Things went south when a tragedy befell the rest of the team while TK was inside the Parable. Since there was then no one to take them out of the game they kinda became trapped inside the coding void of the game.

So TK, since they are within the code of the game, they can manipulate the Parable in specific aspects. Though with how the feature was supposed to work, they can't talk directly to the other 4 in the Parable. They can only communicate to the rest them as text on the various computer screens in the Parable. When they show up on a screen it kinda looks like one of those command prompt windows. But for the most part they kinda act as a silent observer, waiting for Stanley and the Narrator to trigger the true Escape Pod Ending and free them all from the simulation.

C) Yes, I do believe Stanley remembers everything. Well as much as he can, he's still a human and will forget a couple things. Though, his mind has probably blocked out most of what happened in the 2011 version of the game, it was not a fun version.

Does Stanley know about the false memories? Kinda? Not really? It's weird. He's a test subject so he was only ever told what was strictly necessary, so he doesn't know a whole lot about what's going on. Guy is just trying to annoy the Narrator into becoming a person.

Yes he does remember resets. Yes he noticed all the inconsistencies in the Narrator's dialogue, so he takes the dialogue in the game with a grain of salt. The moments when the Narrator speaks without the script he is much more inclined to listen to and believe, though he can tell something's up. After all, he knows the Narrator is an AI.

I'm sure Stanley has tried to bring up the inconsistencies but the Narrator just becomes very defensive and deflects any questions with something along the lines of "You know I'm just reading a script, it's all part of the story Stanley."

Eventually Stanley and the Narrator do confront TK about the nature of the Parable and Narry's memories, and they deliver. It kinda shatters Narry's entire worldview in the process, but they do find out how to escape the Parable so it balances out I guess.

D) I honestly haven't thought about this a whole ton, but I imagine he remembers most of most of the resets. Its really hard to tell sometimes because some of his dialogue sounds too genuine to just be scripted but maybe Narry is just that good at his job. Who knows?

Maybe early on his memory was infallible and he remembered every reset in perfect detail, but as time went on and he grew and developed to be more and more human-like his memory changed too. Maybe as time goes on his own memory starts acting like a human memory would and he forgets little aspects of some endings. I don't know, I'm just speculating, throwing darts at the board to see what sticks.

I genuinely belive he doesn't remember the Skip Button ending though. Like, he probably remembered having gone to the memory zone but he doesn't remember the Steam reviews. I haven't quite figured out why he doesn't remember, but I know he doesn't remember it. Perhaps since it messes with the Parables timeline so much the game just wipes his memory of it for the sake of maintaining itself. Maybe TK wipes his memory of it each time. Idk.

I wish I could give more solid answers on this one, but I will have to think about it more. :/

E) Oh boy do I?!?!?!?!

Okay, for the Narrator, I guess I just really like talking about this eye thing cuz it's really cool. Basically the short of it is in the original 2011 version of the game he had use of both his eyes (his right eye is green his left eye grey) but after he began to gain a personality and emotions some of his coding got all tangled together and his left eye became permanently closed and started to bleed whenever he got overwhelmed with emotion. Trying to "fix" the eye thing, while being able to open his left eye and stop the bleeding, it would also make him unable to feel most emotions and he'd lose a lot of memories in the process. This is the basis of the angst fanfic I'm writing :)))

Stanley? He'll he's just your average guy isn't he? The main things of note for my Stanley would probably be that he's Irish and speaks with a heavy accent (he's selectively mute, so he can talk when he feels like it), also he knows both BSL and ISL. The Narrator only knows BSL though so Stanley uses it more often, but sometimes he will use ISL just to annoy Narry or when he really wants to say something but doesn't want the Narrator to know what he's saying (like professing his undying love for Narry pre-relationship).

Okay Timekeeper time! As I said before TK was on the development team for the Parable with Jim but got trapped inside the Parable after an accident occurred to the rest of the team while they were inside. I explained a lot already about TK, so i kinda wanna talk some more about Jim and his involvement with everything.

Jim basically acts as the player most of the time (sometimes TK would fill in that role as well) but also he's the creator of the Parable. This is why the name button says his name. Anyways, Jim made the Parable to see if he could create artificial life, so he put two AIs (Narry and Curie) into a simulation with two humans (Stanley and Mariella). Stan and Mari are basically in a sort of stasis pod or whatever while their consciousness are put into the game and they can control their avatars (kinda like the movie Avatar if I remember correctly how that worked). So time passes and stuff happens, new versions of the game are made, eventually we make it to Untra Deluxe. They've been doing TSPUD for a while, everything's going great, and then while TK is checking some things from within the game and Jim is monitoring while the rest of the team is on lunch break or smth, Jim hears an alarm for a toxin leak. Unfortunately for him, there is no way for him to get out in time so he does the only thing he can think of to not die. He puts himself into the Parable.

This plan wasn't the wisest, but it was the only option. In the rush he just transfers his conscious into the first avatar he finds. This turns out to be the Adventure Line™ because it was at the top of the list (alphabetical order and all). So without anyone to release the now 4 humans and 2 AI stuck within the Parable, all they can do is wait for Stanley and the Narrator to trigger the true Escape Pod Ending which would release them all and put both AI into their own bodies in the real world.

I'm thinking the whole getting bodies for Narry and Curie to inhabit thing will be similar to how Vision was created in the Marvel movies. Basically 3d printing humans. The "3d printers" are set to kick into life when the true Escape Pod Ending is triggered, and they print out two bodies based on DNA gathered previously and construction files and stuff so they will look similar to their in-game models, but still human. Is this more complicated than just making them robots? Yes. Do I care? No. They are humans now.

Anyways, you'd think TK and Jim would try to speed up this process right? Well they sure would love to, but Jim is an effing line and cannot talk, and TK can only communicate if someone happens to be looking at a computer screen and they're able to get a message through. So it's a lot harder than they might like. The poor guys just gotta bide their time till they can actually get Stanley and Narry's attention long enough to tell them how to free everyone.

So yeah, this was definitely my longest post. There is a lot to say about my headcanons my gosh. Um, yeah. But if you have any thoughts, more questions, or what have you, feel free to share. I am open for suggestions to help flesh everything out a bit more. So ye :)

#the stanley parable #tspud #tsp #tsp narrator #tspud narrator #ask #tspud stanley #tsp stanley #tsp timekeeper #tspud timekeeper #tsp settings person #tspud settings person #tsp curator #tspud curator #tsp mariella #tspud mariella #tsp 432 #tspud 432 #employee 432 #stannarrator #jimkeeper #stanarrator #stanley x narrator #jim x timekeeper #tsp adventure line #tspud adventure line #kirche's tsp lore #kirche rambles #🅰️non

[alexr-fightgames]

Since last time on "get every character to purple" (the challenge given to me by Lord @jaguar-bomb)...

Geese. Geese rules so hard. He's unabashedly sick. This one was fairly difficult, tbh. He has a reputation for being the most normal of the "2D" meter characters, and his Normal Tekken moves are in fact quite good, but his combos are really strange for a Tekken player. You gotta do stuff like special-cancel your d+4 with half-circle-back moves to do his BNBs, and uhhh... I didn't get to the point where I was doing that reliably. His skill ceiling is very high, doing all the sick max-mode cancel stuff to really get all the juice out of having a meter character. His wall-jump is wonderful though. He takes flight majestically. Also I really wanted to hit somebody with DEADLY RAVE, but that's difficult to set up, tbh! I did get away with some scummy knowledge check stuff -- many people don't know that his rage art is a high unblockable, and I stole a handful of rounds with that.

GIGAS. Gigas is so much fun. What would you do if your character had just nuts range with those enormous gorilla arms and the best 10f punish in the game, but very little else going for him? Well, you'd be playing Gigas. The FOOTSIES BUTTON is ff2. What if Jim's demon paw reached nearly full screen and was Very Larg? That is Gigas's ff2. Oh, you're far away? How about... I'ma still touch you with my jab, or df1 or df2? Gigas, despite looking like a total weirdo, is a very normal Tekken character with big arms and not particularly good lows. I love him.

Hwoarang is super complicated. Despite playing Tekken since, y'know, the 90s, I had never particularly tried to learn him until now. This one, I had some difficulty with too, because I didn't feel like I deserved to win since I was the one playing Hwoarang. I got a bit better with finding timing mixups on flamingo stance over time, though, and that made him work. You know his two different flamingo stances are completely different? You might know that intellectually, but if you play him for a minute you'll get a little bit of respect for Hwoarang players for juggling the complexity of essentially having to think about four stances at all times. And then the respect will blow away in the wind, because it's not *that* hard, and the character is just there to be annoying knowledge checks.

Next up!! Kuma, Kunimitsu, Lars.

#fgc #tekken #tekken 7 #ten character challenge #51 character challenge #geese howard #gigas #hwoarang

[lover-cook]

Valentine's Week : Familial

Ohhhh familial f/os oh my familial f/os. These guys do genuinely mean so much to me you don't even know man. I'm gonna ramble about my fictional dads and siblings to my hearts content!

I'm gonna start with the Powerful Dad Quartet!

Buggy, Mihawk, and Shanks in particular really REALLY resonate with me like. THOSE ARE MY DADS! Shanks was probably the first that I connected with like family when I watched OPLA for the first time. Then I watched Film: Red and I was sold wahah. In my head he's who hypes me up and has my back the most and that's means.. alot. Next was Buggy who happened after I started my watch of the anime and got to know him better. He reminds me a lot of the irl father figures I've had in my life, which is a trend you'll see as we go on. He's explosive and impulsive and loud and kind of an ass but that's part of the fun I think. I have problems speaking up for myself and setting boundaries especially around men so the idea of him understanding and respecting me but still being his goofy and obnoxious self is.. kind of like practicing in my head, you know? MIHAWK MY DAD MIHAWK! Okay going to be honest my connection to him mostly builds off Goth Family headcanons and inserting myself into them wahah. That doesn't mean I don't have my reason's though. Mihawk is like the soft-spoken but earnest autistic dad I didn't know I needed. The kind to listen to my rambles and interests and be supportive even if he doesn't get it at all, you know? Don't tell anyone but he's my favorite lkndalkadflnk And the most recent is Crocodile! Which I don't have enough to give proper thoughts outside of I enjoy him a lot and him being in Cross Guild was the final push to just go ahead and add him. He gives me scary-dad "my daddy's got a gun" privilege's./hj NOW I CAN TALK ABOUT MY PIRATE SIBLINGS. :D

LUFFY AND UTA MY BROTHER AND SISTER LUFFY AND UTA!

When I tell you from the BEGINNING I got some little brother energy from Luffy wahah. I can't tell you the kinship I feel with Luffy and it's not just because he also gives me gender envy. I think getting a full body arm wrap hug from him would fix me and make me the happiest person on earth. AND UTA!! I need just one movie and snacks night with her and I think we'd connect instantly. Their isn't much outside of sibling energy with these two and the connections to Shanks with both of them. I realized if Shanks is my dad these two are my brother and sister and when I tell you I WAS SO HAPPY. Absolute goobers <3 Now onto the non One Piece people!!

Silver my amazing cyborg dad Silver <3 This was probably my first emotionally charged familial f/o. I learned about Treasure Planet during the emotional rollarcoaster that was 2020 and I got attached QUICKLY! He's another one of my many fatherly f/os that really really reminds me of the father figures I've had in my real life and that effects how I interact with him. Silver was one of the few characters at the time that really said what I needed to hear, you know? I saw myself a lot emotionally in Jim and watching the pep talks he was given by Silver felt like I was getting those too. Once again I think a full body beer belly hug would fix me waha.

GLAMROCK FREDDY!!! MY SUPERSTAR!! I am not immune to big robot dad influences. For all it's faults Security Breach didn't hold any punches with the characterization of their animatronics and their is no better an example than Glamrock Freddy! I was just as affected by the "way to go Superstar!" and got attached QUICKLY! He's just such a sweetie and is such a good dad he would make sure I was so so loved and supported.

AND I NEED TO MENTION THE WACHOSKI'S !!! This group genuinely gives me such soft and sunshiney feelings for a family that only exists in two movies (not to say I don't connect with Tails and Knuckles outside of the movies but them in this family format Hits Different) They are THE definition of a comfort family for me and I can't help at look and Maddie and Tom and see parents, you know? They bring me such a sense of childlike joy and carefreeness that's unparalleled. And Tails, Knuckles, and Sonic are so like. Sweet and realistic in the sense of being siblings, you know? I would gladly sign up to be the nerdy but cool older siblings in their group. I wear the badge of being the one to get us out of trouble like a BADGE!

And some honorable mentions to Astrid, Giovanni, and Wukong as well even though I don't have the time to talk about them too much! A lot of my familial f/os come from a place of projection and healing from my unhealthy home life growing up and these three mean a lot to me in that way. Giovanni and Astrid really really remind me of my own mother and the father figures in my life and through them I come to understand that more and help myself feel better about that situation I was put in. And Wukong reminds me a lot of an unperfect dad who's at least trying and learning and growing as a person as well as being a male role model I didn't get to have.

#ollie musings #familial #👒thinking about you #🤡the doofis dadster #🍷you’re safe with me #🐊i don’t bite dear #🏴‍☠️.fam #🍖freedom has a nice ring to it #🐰the silliest songs #🌺mama needs a little girl #🦁peanuts at shore #🐻 my favorite superstar #🐒magic monkey man #🦊fantastic tails the fox #🥊it means an unbreakable promise #🍩that’s a wachoski family special #🥨she’s the cool parent #🤜power bump.fam

[juicezone]

hi!! can i ask 4, 12, and 13 for the agere character ask game for cooper and ward? :D

4: is their regression more voluntary or involuntary? do they ever regress without realizing it? ward's pretty much always voluntary! sometimes it's involuntary in a pos way (especially if cooper's regressed and he isn't, bc half the time if he sees someone regressed n he isn't, ward's brain gets punted into kid move |D)

cooper's more of a 70% voluntary, 30% involuntary (usually if he's regressing involuntarily, it's bc he's wicked overwhelmed, stressed, or like on the edge of barely being able to function) he's not always the most upfront abt being regressed tho, so 90% if the time if he's visibly regressed/looking small, its invol. they are a very private person

12: do they have any specific nicknames for when they regress? how about nicknames they've given to their caregiver(s) or friends? ward (his nicknames): -problem child, sweetheart, buddy boy, terror, pain in my rear {affectionate}, Raincloud, "Should call you Taz, you little devil tornado" (Bones) -any variation of kid/buddy/gneral nicknames are fine -(see cooper's list) -Weatherboy (Kirk) -Tester of Patience (Spock) ward (nicknames for others): -Len, (Bones) -Coop, Super Duper Cooper, Chomper, [STOP BITING ME} (Cooper) -Jimmy, Jim-Jam, (Kirk) - MR. SPOOOOOOOOOCK (loud and drawn out on purpose <3) (spock)

cooper (hisnicknames): -(see wards list) -Coop, sweetpea [10000% flusters Cooper. won't admit it, does love when McCoy calls him sweetpea. feels safe] , Baby boy, Puppy-love, (Bones) -Doesnt really like nicknames from others -secretly tolerant of any nickname Bones comes up with, refuses to admit it. cooper (nicknames for others): -Mickey [10000% only ever on accident. absolutely mortified if brought up when not major baby brain], Puppa [puppy-re cooper mode] (Bones) -annoying, {GROANS}, wuh (Ward) -not often one to use nicknames, he just feels akward and isnt sure if he's really close enough to give ppl nicknames even when small

13: what do they like to do when they're regressed? do they like to play pretend, watch tv/movies, color, etc.? ward likes to get even more up in Bones' personal space honestly thats his fav thing to do. otherwise he's down to watch (weather) documentaries/science cartoons, likes doing (kid safe) science stuff, sometimes Bones just takes him out into the holodecks and tells him to run himself silly because "you got the zoomies, kiddo. go on, go zoomie" if he's with Cooper, it's more relaxed a bit, but Ward does his best to bring them outta their shell and get cooper engaged in mischief. Also, he and jim are a force to be reckoned with when they're both regressed, and Bones and Spock (kirks CG) gotta keep a close eye on em. silence is not good for those two >:)

Cooper almost always intends to do low energy activities, or things he doesnt need help with. laying on a blanket watching a dinosaur cartoon or listening to a read aloud, dozing, just generally keeping to himself. sometimes lets himself be coaxed into ward's silly momence

PUPPY cooper however. 10000% energy. everything goes in their mouth. wants to be held or with someone 24/7. will whine and look so sad and puppy-dog eyes if having to be alone (even if its just getting up to go to the kitchen). Both Bones and Ward take advantage of this and play as much as possible bc non-puppy cooper is much more reserved about it and wont admit even when he does want something its the best when ward has zoomies and cooper's a puppy because they wear each other out so well and Bones gets a nice peaceful afternoon watching them <3

#character: cooper #character: ward #tysm friend :D!!!!!! #i love these things. the coop. the wuh

[pantswarrior]

Hii,

I read Fighting Gravity on ao3 earlier this year and I wanted to tell you I loved it! I'm one of those peripheral members of fandoms who haven't read or watched any of the canon stuff, but are too obsessed with the fanworks to stop. It makes me wonder about stories like yours - is some point in the larger canon where something similar happens, or do you just come up with the idea for an unhoused Spock on your own?

I'm sending my ask to thank your for your story, but I also wanted to ask if you were alright with people printing and binding personal copies (ie. not for profit) of the fic for themselves.

I've been hand binding sketchbooks on and off for a little while, and I saw a tiktok of someone's self-bound versions of their favourite fics and thought that trying my hand at fic binding would be a fun project for this summer.

I just wanted to ask bc I heard some authors aren't okay with personal prints, so just let me know please; I'll always love the story regardless.

Aw, thank you so much! I'm sorry it took so long for me to reply - my laptop completely died several months back and the only one I could get online with is 11 years old, freezes up upon trying to load Tumblr, and is physically falling apart. -_- So I have been away from Tumblr all this time and did not see this until I got a new laptop tonight and could load the site again, I apologize! First of all - I consider it a great honor when anyone thinks enough of my fanstuff to want to do ANYTHING with it. =) I mean, I'm just out here being a nerd, writing fic about characters that are not mine. I can hardly be possessive about them. ;) So while I suppose it's rather late for a summer project, if for some reason the inclination strikes you in the future, feel free! It sounds like a beautiful project and I'm honestly flattered that you would think my story worthy. =) As for the inspiration behind that particular story... there is a rather silly story behind it. (tl;dr, possibly...) My partner-at-the-time and I were both really into the new Star Trek movie when it came out in 2009 - and this was not long after both of us were fixated on Ace Attorney fandom, which had recently had a new game released. Before the game was released, there was some character art showing an existing character looking scruffy, and the Ace Attorney fandom decided he must have fallen on hard times. There were multiple fanfics written about the guy he's usually shipped with finding him unhoused and taking him in and helping him get back on his feet. It became sort of a fandom injoke, "Miles adopts a homeless Phoenix". Not long after the first reboot Star Trek movie came out, the ONTD Star Trek community over at LiveJournal (good times!) dug up some screen test pics of Zachary Quinto wearing the Spock ears... but with a scruffy unshaven look and longer hair. So I showed them to my partner, who reacted with six little words:

"So... Jim adopts a homeless Vulcan?" I laughed because that was ridiculous and impossible given how some things work in the Star Trek canon. ...And then I started thinking about it, and how maybe it wasn't impossible, how someone *could* possibly wind up in such a situation in the Star Trek universe, and stopped laughing. ...And then spent the next several months of my life having this offhand joking comment turn into yet another exploration of one of my favorite themes: predestination vs. free will. OOPS. My partner, of course, was laughing their head off incredulously the whole time as I sent them drafts of the next chapter to read over and repeatedly reminded them that this was ALL THEIR FAULT. ;) So that is the...origin story... of that fic. Apologies for the length of this (and again, the lateness of the reply) - though to be honest it's so absurd it's fun to share it again. :D

#star trek #fanfiction #fanfic origin stories #should I admit there's a Kirk/Spock/Bones sequel like 2/3 finished? #possibly no #oops

[tex-treasures]

hi tex!! thank you for that imagine at the end of the last ask i sent- it’s absolute gold and i cackled while reading it. they’re just so 😩 you know??

i think if we were going to go for maximum angst, we could try for a canon compliant fic. but for a rom-com maybe a regular au would work better, where nobody’s evil plans have been realized yet. but i like both ideas, i think they’re both compelling in their own rights. (and i am DOWN for a shared google doc for sure.)

im excited to see how tex and jim’s relationship develops!! and i anticipate that eurus will be slightly difficult to write for me- she usually is, if only because i want to make sure i get her voice just right. she’s hard to write but it’s rewarding when i manage to get it, you know??

anyway, i hope you had a great christmas if you celebrate it, and that you have a happy new year!! <3

- @knightfallships

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Howdy!! I'm so zazzed you to know you enjoyed the little blurb :D!!

Ahhhhh... I get what you mean on being interested in a Canon Compliant AU for maximum angst; the only issue I find is after everything is said and done, where do Eurus and Jim go from there? For Jim, I've always liked the idea of him going back to school to get his teaching degree in order to be a university math professor (bc OG D.oy.le Mori.arty my beloved) but what would Eurus do?

Say she's somehow allowed to live outside the confinement prison (with Luke taking responsibility as well as me and her brothers) because shes more dangerous confined without choice than free and given choices; what productivity does she strive for? What kind of job or (legal) hobby do you see her pursuing? How does she fill her time and regrow bonds she actively tried to break? If I may, I quite like the idea of her maybe aiming to be put into a first chair position in a professional orchestra as a violinist........

Another option I see is maybe this romcom is set in a slightly canon divergent au in which Eurus escapes very early on in the series (like S1) and Luke isn't sure of what Eurus is planning but atm she just wants to enjoy her freedom + try and see if she can have a real relationship with her siblings (plus tex 👉🏽👈🏽). Maybe she does that violinist idea, pursues a chair spot with Luke supporting her (or whatever hobby you see her picking up). Meanwhile, Jim (maybe working as Scotland Yard's head of I.T.) is infiltrating the friend group at 221B via trying to woo Tex so xe will introduce him to Sherlock... Maybe if Luke and Tex tame Eurus and Jim in time they don't like. Y'know. Do horrid things.

Eurus and Jim spot each other for what they are (insert Spiderman pointing meme) while they're in the same room unsupervised which leads to them laying out their plans for Luke and Tex and they agree not to rat each other out but instead help each other. Shenanigans ensue especially as Eurus begins to see Tex as a sibling (and thus not someone for Jim to toy with) and Jim finds out Eurus is Sherlock's (his ynow. Enemy he's trying to destroy) other sister who WON'T be happy with him and his future plans.

Please you're so valid Eurus (and Jim) are a challenge for me too but a fun one; I'm looking forward to discussing how you view Eurus' "voice" 👀!! I'm still getting a handle on her tbh but plan on rewatching S4 soon to help :3c

Thank you for the Christmas and New Year wishes I hope the same for you and yours✨️💚!!!!!!! if you like any of that, let me know! I'm glad a doc works for you!! Please feel free to make a doc and send me a dm with the invite so I can access it at your earliest convenience if you don't mind-- there isn't any rush to this from my end /gen :)

#tex talks #im sorry im late '^'!!! #you deserved better | eurus #king of my heart | moriarty

[annakie]

One last self-indulgent Patchy post, from almost two weeks out.

It’s been some time. 

I’ve mostly been off tumblr, letting the queue run things.  Occasionally scrolling the dash, not much social media lately, it was a bit Too Much outside of some direct chats with friends and running/coordinating D&D stuff.

The weekend post-death I hibernated a lot.  I let myself cry as much as I wanted.  I reminded myself, and I may have posted this here, I don’t remember, but that the only good way through grief is to go right through it.

My work sent a nice little snack gift box.  Not much I liked in it, but the thought was very much appreciated.  And the vet sent the flowers I posted about last week.

It was a little better Sunday.  I ran my Sunday Night D&D game and just made sure to have a cry in the hour before to get it all out.

Last week was fine.  Still crying every day, but a little less every day.  I spent a lot of time on the couch watching Netflix when I wasn’t working.  And honestly, I didn’t work that much most days.  Watched mostly like, home makeover/cleanup shows.  You know, things that make you feel vaguely good without having to actually think. 

Better Call Saul finale and other ongoing shows were good distractions. 

Thursday I got the call that Patchy’s ashes were ready for pickup. I went in Friday at lunch.  Thanked the receptionist for the flowers they sent (which are still in the house but need to be thrown out.) 

Took the very nice little bag they gave me back to the car and looked inside.  The box with her ashes, tied up in a pretty ribbon,  I ran my hands over the very pretty box, and opened the box with the plaster paw print. There was also an envelope I declined to open at the time.  I cried for a few moments, got some takeout, went home.

Sat down and opened the envelope and saw the fur clipping in the little bag and for the first time in a couple of days I completely lost it.  A long, sobbing cry.

When I’d left the vets office after putting her to sleep I nearly went back in to ask them to save a clipping of her fur, but decided not to.  I knew I couldn’t have gotten through it.  And I thought about emailing them later but thought it might be too late by the time I thought if it and wasn’t 100% sure I wanted it.  I have a little clipping of Cebu’s poodle hair though, and it means a lot to me to still have.  But I decided not to.

So seeing that they’d done it anyway, without me asking, meant a lot, but also it hurt a lot.  I was so very relieved and yet it was also like a sledgehammer.  Having her ashes, and a little bit of her where they’d found a perfect intersection of her three colors was so thoughtful.  But it was also like that final “she’s really gone and she’s not coming back” moment.  Where mentally you knew it, but it’s what the heart needed for it to be final.

I at first put the three things on the shelves behind me here in the office/living room next to Jim’s ashes and picture but realized about thirty seconds later that that was wrong, the living room wasn’t her room.

I have a little knick-knack shelf in the bedroom filled with ceramics and figurines people had given me throughout the years for various reasons.  I curate it and swap things out occasionally but for the most part it’s just little mementos and decoration.  There was a tea light lamp on the top of it that was a thank you gift for helping run a big baby shower about 14 years ago, so I moved that lower on the shelf and set Patchy’s things on the top.  The master bedroom was her domain for six years, so a little space for her there seems right.

I’ve felt more at peace since doing that.  I spent a lot of time second guessing myself the first week.  And I still wonder if I should have done more.  Especially still kicking myself for not taking her back in two or three weeks earlier.  We may have bought her another couple of weeks of life if I had, but realistically I know time was drawing short, and she’d outlasted her best estimates.  I’m mostly at peace with it.  I don’t know if I’ll ever stop self-doubting, just a teensy bit.

Fry moved himself back into the master bedroom immediately upon my opening it back up, and barely has left it since.  It took Pemily a couple of days to understand that yes, it’s OK for you to be in here now.  It’s OK to get up on the bed.  You can sleep with me again.  They are both loving it.  Fry especially is rarely not in there when he’s not eating.  He used to watch TV with me all the time and now that’s just sometimes. 

There’s a small cat tree that Patchy loved to sit under but not into.  It’s Fry’s favorite thing.  I’d always kicked myself for not buying two when I bought the one on clearance.  Patchy literally never got into the bucket seat.  The few times I’d let Fry in there when Patchy was around he’d mostly just hang out in it, and now he is in it like 50% of the time.

He and Pemily are both sleeping with me again which is... mostly good.  They’re a lot more restless than Patchy.  They’re both also way heavier than her -- Fry is like 13lbs and Pemily is like 18 whereas Patchy was 10 or less. So when they wake me up to want to cuddle, it’s a lot more noticeable and there’s, you know, two of them.  Sleeping with the bedroom door open again is great insofar as it’s no longer stuffy in there as soon as the AC goes off, but also brighter with the hall nightlight shining into the room, and noisier as I can hear all three of them moving around and using the litterbox when they need it.  Leela also likes to just scream randomly, and it’s a lot louder with the door open.  Leela has walked around the bedroom but as usual, prefers her bed on the desk.

Peaches -- who I saw this week is actually a boy -- and Buster have been outside a lot.  I am in the beginning stages of seeing what I can do to domesticate them.  Peaches seems more likely than Buster. Going to change Peaches name, especially if I can get him inside/vetted/snipped/safe if possible.  Hoping Fry can handle it well if I can get one of them integrated into the house. 

Four is my limit, but Leela is 17.5.  Realistically, I know I won’t have a lot of time left with her.  Ever since her health scare last year I’ve been doing my best to give her the best, especially now Patchy is gone.  Her last few vet visits have gone great though, so who knows.  Maybe she’ll live to 20.  I’ve been trying not to pre-mourn her since the last 13 months were about pre-mourning Patchy.

ANYWAY. Aside from ALL THE CAT NEWS I went and played D&D4e at Marcus’ on Friday, and this Saturday is 13th Age game night.  Running my Wednesday night game tonight and going to run my SUnday night game.. tomorrow?  Since we’re in the middle of like, the Most Important Part of this campaign TBH and everyone wants to know what happens and not take a week off when someone can’t make it this weekend.  Also just going to run a B-team game for the rest of them Sunday anyway.

Gaming is healing.

Have been dicking around in Enderal, just going exploring/dungeon diving a lot and ignoring the main quest.  Just a few hours every few days.  I also replayed Boyfriend Dungeon since the DLC came out and I had only played it on release.  They’d added some cool stuff. I meant to treat someone else as my main romance this time but honestly, Isaac is perfect.  Still romanced everyone possible to romance except Sawyer (too young, too immature.  Nice kid) and let Sunder break up with me this time instead of me rejecting him for being... what he is.  It was a nice, light, fluffy break.

Also watched Abbot Elementary, and loved it.  Need more please.

Today is the first day this work week I’ve had a cry about Patchy.  And mostly because I re-read my previous entry to prepare for this one.  I am coming out of the grief stage, not there yet.  But getting close.  I miss her a lot.  I think about her often, but I am starting to move on.

#my pets #pet death tw #personal post tag thingy

[openingnightposts]

#Cabaret #CafeCarlyle #ChitaRivera #NewYorkNightLife #TulisMcCall #UpperEastSide

[grassangel]

Thoughts on GO2

Spoilers ahead

So I might just be a bit pleased with myself that I read Bad Grace, oh, 15 years ago? Which I always muddle up with Manchester Lost, but is definitely the superior fanfic because it's actually kind of likely. And given the ending of GO2? Very definitely likely that like Bad Grace, the second coming of Christ is going to be a girl and she, like Adam, will agree that Earth's quite nice actually. (And be implied to get together.)

Which will make some fans complain that Gneil has been reading fanfic on the sly, but like. that's the hallmark of good fanfic: working with the same ingredients and stirring in a similar fashion landing you a similar dish. And the Good Omens fandom is over 30 years old, there's been plenty of time to experiment with technique and ingredient combos.

And possibly also why Gneil has emphasised he can't read fanfic, because yeah, this does happen often enough that writers/authors will tread the same path as fic writers and have to prove their independent working.

Am I a bit miffed that the third act isn't Heaven, Hell and humans waging war against God? A little. But I suppose my personal second act headcanon of Heaven & Hell vs humans as the official third/final act is good too.

Anyway, I did feel the six episodes was a bit too long for what Gneil admits is pretty much a bridging season to get everyone into position for how the sequel would have started. Even if having s1: 6 episodes, s2: 6 episodes and s3: 6 episodes all lined up read like 666 is very funny. I did like that we finally got a bit more of Crowley Questioning things, Aziraphale's awful 'the poor have more chances to do good!' stance and showing, if not saying, that demons are from angelic stock. (I might have been mentally shouting 'Angelic stock!' every time I saw Crowley in his heavenly disguise before watching this season.)

There was a lot of 'Aziraphale and Crowley through history' - which yes, we all loved the cold open in s1, but I at least liked it because it was a depiction of The Arrangement and how it came about - and these bits in this season were decidedly NOT about The Arrangement. (Though again, I did like how we were shown Crowley is skeptical of this whole 'God's plan' thing.)

I would have appreciated more layering to the narrative and more parallels to Crowley and Aziraphale. Yes, we got Maggie and Nina, Gabriel and Beezlebub, but both of those pairings barely featured. Personally I'd have included Beezlebub in the Job sequence to further ram home the whole 'equal but opposite' thing. I'm surprised there wasn't a flashback to Jane Austen's heist with pointedly familiar people, and I would have rather had that than the WWII sequence, which rather lacked the opposite, but equally incompetent, heavenly snooping. Maybe have Nina and Maggie going around after Aziraphale and Crowley talking to the other shopkeepers about Nina's stance on the lights. Have a bit more demonic grumbling about Beezlebub - whether about her being a hardass trying to track Gabriel down or her not doing much since the Armagedidn't. Also, more of the fly and Jim being protective about it.

Because yeah, the last episode didn't quite feel earned. It would have felt more fitting to keep the general last 10 minutes, but like how Maggie and Nina aren't a certain thing, Aziraphale and Crowley aren't either so what is the point of the kiss? Like keep Aziraphale's notion of turning Crowley 'good' (please read that in the same way Michelle Gomez said 'good' in an extremely thick Scottish accent as Missy) and his extremely misguided belief that Heaven is good because they're heaven, but less kissing and more appealing that they're the same and humans don't need either demons or angels to do good or evil. (I personally love to hate Aziraphale being an asshole, and that was possibly the truest to the book part of the series.) (And while I do love a 'Crowley turns back into an angel' fic, I pretty much only like it when it's incidental/he does too many 'good' things/God decides to fuck around.)

No notes given on Muriel. I love her and want to be her friend.

#Good Omens TV #long and rambly #wankery #am I glad I have separate tags for the TV series and the book(/radio adaptation/other adaptations)? #Oh yes. #anyway I will continue yelling 'angelic stock' at Crowley's angel disguise

[dc-incorrect-bats]

UPON FIRST MEETING

Jim Gordon: How old are you again?

Robin: Ten, Sir.

Jim, to Batman, sarcastically: Oh, good, he's ten.

#dc #dcu #dc comics #incorrect dc quotes #incorrect quotes #incorrect batfam #incorrect justice league quotes #batfam #batfamily #robin #dick grayson #i feel like by little d's time jims just given up #early years #jim gordon #commissioner gordon #batman #bruce wayne

[mylittlemystery]

Can you do knuckles from sonic ? A to Y ( from the new movie with Jim Carrey ) pretty please ❣️

KNUCKLES, MY BELOVED! I fucking love this character so much, so naturally I'd be more than happy to do this for him. :D

A: Aftercare | What is their aftercare like after a heavy round of tickling?:)

He absolutely has to ask the 'lee if they're okay afterwards, and he also ruffles their hair (if they have none, then he just runs his hand rapidly along their scalp) like the true Big Brother he is. If they're small enough, he may also give them a piggy back ride over to wherever they wanna go next.

B: Bondage | How do they react to bondage, do they enjoy it and if yes, what is their favorite pose?

He doesn't need to be restrained because he automatically restrains himself whenever he's being tickled. Given the fact that virtually everyone is either smaller or weaker than him, he's very mindful of his strength when he's fighting the urge to thrash about. He also doesn't need to restrain anybody because his centered body weight pretty much does the trick.

C: Chase | What are their chances in a chase, both as a lee and ler?

As a 'lee, he never tries to run away from what's coming. He likes to face his battles with dignity, no matter how juvenile they might be, and to him that means taking them on without hesitation.

As a 'ler, he's decently speedy. While strength might be his main attribute, he can hold his own in a foot race. His 'lee is going to need to be able to either match his speed or beat it if they want to be able to maintain a chase with him.

D: Death Spot | What is their most ticklish spot?

His armpits are his worst spot by far. It's a rather unfortunate spot to have if his 'ler is able to pick him up. :3c

E: Expression | How do they express their wish to tickle/be tickled?

When he wants to tickle somebody, he starts to get this more playful attitude about him. He smiles more often, his posture is more relaxed, and other little things like that. If he's in the mood to fool around a bit, chances are he's in the mood to tickle someone.

When he wants to be tickled, he starts to become a little more reserved than usual. He'll have difficulty making eye contact, his arms will be crossed over his chest, and it'll seem like he's got an overall bee in his bonnet. While many people initially interpret this as him feeling glum, those who have been around him long enough will start to recognize it for what it really is.

F: Fight | What is their behavior in a tickle fight like?

He's very competitive, yet very gentle at the same time. While he might be mindful of how he ends up pinning somebody during one of these, that doesn't mean he's not going into it with the determination to come out on top. Very sibling esque.

G: Gentle | How do they react to gentle tickles?

Whoo boy, he adores these way more than he'd ever admit to. He's very used to associating physical touch with only combat, so the fact that something along those lines can make him feel both happy and safe is very comforting to him. He really likes it when they're interspersed with tummy rubs (it reminds him of his youth).

H: Habits | As a lee/ler or both, do they have specific habits when it comes to tickling?

As a 'ler, he smiles the entire time he's tickling his 'lee. Whether it be an arrogant smirk or an adoring grin, the overall expression never leaves his face. He's always been one to wear his heart on his sleeve, so he couldn't hide the fact that such an activity brings him joy even if he wanted to.

As a 'lee, he pounds a fist against the floor when he's really being wrecked well. It's a combination of him trying not to squirm too much in fear of harming his 'ler, and embarrassment at being in such a position to begin with. It still doesn't contain a fraction of the strength he would use when fighting somebody, however; he doesn't want to end up cracking any floorboards.

I: Interrogation | How well would they handle a tickle interrogation?

Oh, there's not a chance in hell that he'd crack. He's been through far worse methods of torture, after all. While that doesn't mean he'd necessarily enjoy such treatment, he would bite his tongue even if it meant fainting from a lack of oxygen.

J: Joy | Their absolute favorite thing about tickling?

He likes the fact that it can strengthen the bond between the different participants. He's someone that values his relationships with others above nearly everything else (his first priority being his duty as guardian of the Master Emerald), so being able to tighten those connections is something he's very invested in.

K: Killer Move | As a ler, do they have special skills to use against their lees and drive them crazy with?

Okay, he's really good at playing into the role of the Tickle Monster. It's incredibly flustering to have such a normally serious figure lift you into his arms and deliver a barrage of delicate nibbles along your flesh, all the while making mock growling and chewing sounds. I'm gonna keep bringing this up throughout the duration of the post, but this man is a total Big Brother figure.

L: Laughter | What does their laughter sound like when they are tickled?

It's a deep laugh that comes from the chest and tends to jump octaves when a more sensitive spot is hit. He also occasionally yelps if he's caught by surprise while being tickled, but this is something that's difficult to accomplish. Overall, it's very cute. ^^

M: Mornings | Their tickle behavior during mornings?

He's not an early riser, so this is when he's easiest to sneak attack. He relies on his strength quite a lot, so he leaves himself painfully vulnerable when he's getting some rest beside the Master Emerald. Tickling him while he's still asleep produces some adorable huffs of laughter while he's still unconscious, and an entertainingly loud string of guffaws once he finally returns to the land of the living and realizes what you're doing to him.

N: Nights | Their tickle behavior during nights?

I'm just gonna say it, this is the guy the younger folks in this rowdy bunch should go to if they have a nightmare. He stays up rather late, so he'd be more than happy to provide a few words of comfort to a particularly frazzled soul. He's found that tickling them for a few minutes usually gets rid of any of those lingering fears, and he'll even sleep beside them if they're still particularly restless.

O: Online | Text messaging and social media, do they have some kind of online tickly behavior to tease their lee or ler with?

This poor baby can't come to grips with technology no matter how hard he tries, so this wouldn't apply to him. XD

P: Partner In Crime | If they were to go after a lee and accept the aid of a tickle partner, who do they prefer to join hands with and why?

I can honestly see him liking to team up with Sonic when he does want to partner up with somebody to take down a 'lee (he usually prefers to just go solo). They usually end up sandwiching the 'lee between them as they tickle them, with Knuckles at their back keeping them from rolling away and Sonic at their front doing all the teasing.

Q: Question | Their response to the question ‘are you ticklish’?

He would tell the inquirer the truth, but he wouldn't let them try to test it for themselves right then and there. However, if he's in a particularly bad mood, he would say something along the lines of it being no business of theirs. It depends entirely on who's asking and what he thinks of them, basically.

R: Role | Lee or ler, what is generally their main role?

He's a 'ler leaning switch! While he's generally more of a 'ler in these situations (mostly because he's surrounded by people who are much smaller than him), he doesn't mind being tickled from time to time if it's with somebody he at least tolerates.

S: Safeword | If they were to suggest the safeword for a tickle session, which word will it be?

He doesn't like tickling people until they would require a safeword, so he just stops whenever somebody tells him to. He may occasionally push at their limits just a tad, but nothing too drastic. He's a very empathetic person, so he doesn't like to draw out anyone's seeming discomfort any longer than needed.

T: Teasing | Their most favorite methods of teasing their lee/ler?

As a 'ler, he likes to coo at his 'lee from time to time and point out how hard they're reacting to certain actions of his. If they're blushing, he'll absolutely let them know that he sees it and so on and so forth. It's actually quite sweet to watch him soften up his demeanor when he's tickling somebody that he cares about.

He doesn't like to tease when he's the 'lee because he's too busy with trying not to buck the 'ler off and laughing his head off.

U: Unusual | Do they have some unusual tickle spots? Where?

His back is rather ticklish. Lightly skating your fingernails along it is the best way to get a few soft chuckles out of him. This is especially cute to exploit on those rare occasions when he falls asleep on his stomach. :3c

V: Victim | As a ler, who is their favorite lee and what makes this person their ultimate victim?

Cosmo's his personal favorite 'lee. Given the fact that they're both the last member of their kind, they've crafted this special sort of familial bond between them that, naturally, involves tickling from time to time. Besides, he can't get enough of her smile and shy laughter. <3

W: Word | What is their reaction to the T-word? Can they say it out loud or do they get embarrassed?

He's not embarrassed by the word itself, so he can say it without much of a problem. He's the type of guy to get flustered by things like compliments and active teasing instead.

X: X-Over | In a crossover AU, which other fandom character would be a fitting tickle fight opponent for them and why?

Is it weird that I'd wanna see a tickle fight between him and Mondo Owada? They're two brotherly figures that enjoy playfully tickling those close to them, so I think they'd be perfect opponents for each other! It'd be very competitive, that's for sure.

Y: YOU | Any personal self- or reader-insert tickle fantasy / headcanon to share with this character?

I really want to cradle him in my arms and give him some gentle tummy tickles. Is that too much to ask? XD

#asks #text posts #writing #fanfiction #headcanons #cussing #violence #tickling #tickle #tickles #tickled #ticklish #sonic the hedgehog #danganronpa #knuckles the echidna #sonic the hedgehog (c) #cosmo the seedrian #mondo owada #my stuff

[layniapetrovnaaa]

Jim Halpert NSFW Alphabet:

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Jim is really sweet after sex. He will pamper you and cuddle you. He always makes sure to clean you up afterwards if their is any mess. He’ll give you a massage or run a bath. Sometimes you two will shower together. 

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite body part on himself is his hands. He has lovely long fingers that he very much enjoys pleasuring you with. He loves holding your smaller hands in his, and just running them up and down your body. 

Jim doesn't have a a favorite body part of yours, he absolutely adores every part of you. But, if he had to choose (which he really couldn't) it would probably be your bosom, or possibly your hands as well. Your breasts he loves for obvious reasons, but he loves how soft and warm your hands are. He loves when they are cold and he has to warm them up, and how they fit perfectly into his. 

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He isn't big on cum, or at least he isn't messy with it. He usually cums inside of you when he wears a condom. He also likes to occasionally cum on your chest. 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Despite everything, he really likes having sex in the office. You've done it multiple times. Sometimes over his desk, Dwight's desk, Michael’s desk, the closet, and Ryan’s “office”.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Jim is relatively experienced. He’s not a sexpert, but he has had enough girlfriends to know what he is doing. 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Classic missionary. He likes to watch the faces you make and your chest bounce. He also finds it to be the most intimate. But he does really like cowgirl and spooning. 

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He isn't extremely goofy like how he is regularly, but he is Jim Halpert.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He trims up a little bit, but not really. He is either completely clean shaven, or lightly trimmed up. 

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Jim never usually fucks you, and when he does its usually because he is provoked (jealousy, anger, etc.). He tends to be very casual, but also pretty intimate. Like previously mentioned, he isn't into hard fucking because he loves to cherish and worship your body. 

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He rarely jacks off. He will do it if he really needs some action if/when you aren’t in  the mood to have sex. 

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Jim is pretty vanilla, he doesn't have too many kinks. He does however like a bit of roleplay, and he loves lingerie. He also has a bit of a pregnancy kink. 

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

In your bedroom, the shower, and on the sofa. He also likes to ravish you in the office from time to time when he is feeling up to it. 

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Your body. And if your wearing anything sexy, or anything that reveals some cleavage. He also gets really turned on when you talk dirty to him. Also when you take charge of situations and get very passionate.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He doesn’t really like anything harmful (especially to you), no blood, or excrements.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Jim really enjoys eating you out. He loves the little noises you make, and he just loves being able to smell and taste you. He swears you have the prettiest pussy he has ever laid eyes on. And he is so casual about it too, like he will just start eating you out in the middle of your tv show, or if you are just playing on your phone/computer. 

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He is just about in the middle. He always sets a pleasurable pace, but he never really likes to be rough with you. 

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Quickies aren’t unusual. Its about even with the amount of times that you have actual sex. Neither of you mind it, but regular sex is definitely preferred. 

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Jim is a vanilla guy, he doesn't take many risks. If you suggest something, depending on what it is, he will be open to it.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He has about average stamina, lasting about 2 rounds, 7-10 min each time.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Nope, no toys. I mean you do have a vibrator, but that’s it, and it hardly ever makes an appearance. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Jim is a bit of a tease. He takes a while with foreplay, and tends to say dirty things to you at work that get you pretty flustered. 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Jim is a heavy breather, and the occasional moaner. He is never that loud, however, he can get a little up there when he cums. 

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He is not opposed to the idea of having a threesome (preferably with a female), which was quite surprising to you given his sexual normalcy. 

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Jim is about 7 inches with average girth, but his balls are on the slightly larger side.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Its about average, not crazy high. You guys have sex maybe once or twice a week. 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He falls asleep pretty quickly after you two have sex. Especially if you pillow talk, it puts him right to sleep. Once he makes sure you are all taken care of, he is out like a light. 

#jim halpert x reader #jim halpert imagine #jim halpert #the office imagine #the office #john krasinski #jim halpert smut

[morgansunflower]

Mommy Was Kissing Batman 1/2

Bruce Wayne/Batman X Wife!Reader

Words:1535

Warnings:heavy angst, suggestive content

Batman and Batmom are separated after he kept one too many secrets from his wife. After Batmom is needed at the police station she asks her husband for help. Their four year old daughter sees something that scares her. Batman's lips locked on her mommy's unknown to whom is behind the mask.

Bruce's P. O. V

I sat on my chair in the Bat-cave. I hold Y/N's wedding ring that she threw at me. She took our daughter with her. I deserved such. I didn't tell her that, Jay was alive. It took time, she forgave me. I didn't deserve that. Then when she discovered I knew, Grayson was alive. She threw her ring at me giving it back and threw word's that stabbed me to my core. I've avoided our bedroom completely. I don't even want to think of stepping into my little girl's room. I am so scared she'll never forgive me. I feel vulnerable from the nightmares that plague my slumber.

Y/N's P. O. V

I sigh deeply staring at my phone. I had just got a call from, Jim. He had gotten injured and is off duty for the rest of the day. I am needed back at the station. I know, Bruce can be here within seconds. Though I am so angry. D/N, misses him. I take a shaky breath and call my husband. He swiftly answered.

-"are you and D/N safe? Are you both ok?"

"yes we're OK" I quickly answered feeling a deep feeling that he still loves me "look this isn't easy.. Jim called me and said their shorthanded at the station" I sigh deeply this is so hard "I'll only be gone for a few hour's.. Can you watch D/N?"

-"I'll be there in five"

"ok" I swiftly hang up before any conversation could go further

"mommy.." I turn seeing my little girl rubbing her eyes and holding her stuffed bat toy

"hey sweetheart.. How are you? Did you get a good night sleep?"

She nodded yawning I pick my sleepy daughter up.

"are we going home today?" she asked with a begging eyes that make my heart sink.

"not today sweetie but guess what?"

"what?" she asked with a little smile

"your daddy is coming to spend the day with you!" I cooed

"he is?! Really! I'm gonna wear my dress!"

I chuckled "what dress?"

"the dress daddy said that I looked like a princess!" she exclaimed

I laugh at her amusement and kiss her cheek. As I put her down she ran into her room. I step to my room and shut the door sighing. It's in this moment Bruce would steal a kiss from me. I dress into my police uniform. As I finish dressing. I hear the door bell ring. I step out of my bedroom seeing my little girl in her dress. She was adorable.

"is that daddy? I missed him so much!"

"I believe so" I said

I open the door seeing my husband. He softly smiled to me. I look away from him to our daughter.

"daddy!!" she exclaimed "you're here!"

"hello my dear" he picks her up and she squeezes his neck. I see Bruce's face soften

"I'll be back soon" I kiss my daughter's forehead "bye sweetheart"

"bye mommy" she said with a sweet smile

I glance to Bruce wanting to kiss him. I can't do this. I turn to leave.

"Y/N" he said with gentle tone

I turn facing him with a, saddened smile "yes" I asked

"stay safe"

I nodded and left my husband and, daughter. After taking a drug cartel down I stood in my office. It was a large for being the Assistant chief of police. I was given the private office after my promotion. I look at the picture frames. One picture of Grayson and I when he was twelve. I remember that day perfectly he had begged 'Aww c'mon Y/N well have fun!' I answered 'uh no you'll have fun getting me flustered in front of Bruce'. For two people to know each others cores and feel attracted to each other. Then to attempt to not fall in love with that person and then you realize, you see that you have already failed miserably. I haven't seen Grayson in 6 months and 5 day's. He wasn't mine by blood but I loved him just the same. I see a, reflection on my window. My heart physically jumps, and my breath hitches. I fear my eyes are deceiving me. I lift my head seeing glass double doors and then gasp breathing in shock seeing my little boy. I quickly stood up and rush to him. He opens the door and steps inside. I put my shaking hands on his cheeks.

"m-mom-m" he brokenly said

I began to stutter. I put pressure on his shoulders and gently shook my head.

"oh, son!" I tightly hugged his neck wanting to cry

He wraps his arms around me "it's good to see you Mom"

"oh Grayson" I mumbled "dammit" I kiss his head running my fingers through his hair, I cup his cheeks looking at his face "are you trying to give me grey hairs?!"

"I'm so sorry Mom" he said with a brittle voice, my heart sinks

To hear him say 'mom' to me again is something I was so scared I'd never hear from him again. I hold him close and gently rock him side to side, as if he was still my little boy. He kisses my temple.

"don't--" I feel my words choking as I nearly sob "e-ever" I couldn't continue but he knew what I meant

He nods "I know" he said genuinely hurt "please don't hate me or Bruce for keeping my--" he stammered with a heavy sigh "I know you're so angry"

I lift my head seeing his tears. I use my thumb to wipe his tears away.

"Richard Grayson! I will never hate you. I will always love you, ok?" he nodded sniffing "I was angry that you did such a thing" I admitted "but I forgive you because I love you. Bruce and I will.." I stammer for a moment "will figure it out another day" I sighed

I kiss his head his hands on my shoulders. My heart breaks seeing him so distraught, though warms to have him within my grasp. Hour's later Grayson returns home to Bludhaven. I text Bruce I'm on my way. I go to the place where I stay now. It wasn't home. I open the door and steps inside. I shut the door behind me. I see Bruce sitting on the couch with little D/N sleeping in his strong arms. It was absolutely heartwarming. He softly smiled to me. Dammit.

"how long as she been asleep for?"

"half an hour.. How was work?" he whispered

"it was good. Grayson came to see, me" I bitterly said

"Y/N" he sighed

I whisper in a harsh tone "no! No you're not going to be able to say anything or do anything and just magically make this all right"

"I know I broke the trust you had in me Y/N. I broke a vow to you"

I feel my heart beating fast and eyes shake. I shake my head. I instantly go to our wedding. I want to kiss him and forget.

"I can't do this" I choke nearly crying

I step out of the living room to the bedroom. I shut the door behind me.

"dammit" I cursed to myself with a stutter

The night fell and I knew my husband was out there risking his life. I step onto the fire escape my little girl sound asleep in her bed. I look in the distance seeing on the building, Batman. I sigh dammit I miss him. I shut my eyes sighing. I count to 40. I open my eyes Bruce standing next to me. I take a shaky breath. I stare away from him with my eyes shaking. I don't want to cry in front of him.

"Y/N I was trying to protect Grayson and the less people who knew he was alive the safer he would be" he takes a deep breath "I miss you" he quavered.. Bruce didn't ever quaver because of me, unless it was a nightmare "I want my daughter and wife to come back home" he finished his voice genuinely hurt

I began to cry missing the comfort I feel from him. The love we make. Sharing each others space. The sweet kisses that were never long enough. Seeing him smile. Him making me smile. He was protecting our little boy.

"no more secrets" I demanded

"I promise"

I forgive him. He never broke a promise to me. I shake my head. I step to him and wrap my arms around his neck. I lock my lips to his. He deepens the kiss. Wall kissing me he takes my left hand, with my ring finger. He places the proof of our marriage among my finger.

Damian's P. O. V

I am rudely awoken to the sound of my phone ringing. I grunted. I look seeing my true mother's contact. I swiftly answer truly missing her. I hear soft crys recognizing it's my dear little sister. My heart racing. Is she hurt? Is she safe? I must hurry to her.

I swiftly demand "D/N where are you?"

-"D-Dami, mommy was kissing Batman!!"

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[coping-via-clint-eastwood]

Unrestrained Summer Fun - canon-divergent Gil Grissom x Reader

(A/N: Thought I'd get this one out quick since it's the hottest part of the year. This is gonna be in 2 parts again. Sara doesn't exist in this fic {because I personally can't imagine Gil having a deep romantic interest in anyone else if she did}.  Also, this is c-d in the sense that supervisor-subordinate relationships are allowed. And, maybe some ooc.  Warning - this is...probably sickeningly sappy. I'm too deeply in love with him for my own good.

As always, @addictedtostorytelling saved my ass with the meta, and @davesdude80 helped me with Gil's walk :) Thank you.

One more person on the taglist: @stokes-theorem)

It was 3 in the afternoon, the hottest hour of the day, in the hottest season of the year. Gil and you had climbed into bed an hour ago to try and bag eight hours of sleep before having to get up at 10, since your shift started at 11. Unfortunately, the heat had kept the both of you awake. Even Hank had dashed down to the kitchen, emptied the contents of his water bowl onto the floor, and rolled around in it. Neither of you had had the heart to stop him. He was currently sleeping in the puddle.

As for you humans, you were lying on top of the blanket. The air conditioner was on a moderate setting. However, that still was not enough. You groaned, "It's still so hot..."

"Maybe, we should let go of each other," your husband joked.

You looked at him pointedly. "No." That made him laugh. You put a hand on his chest and took a bunch of the cloth of his shirt in your hand. "You should take your shirt off."

He nodded his head to one side, and swept his tongue over his drying lips. "Alright." He scooted a little ways away from you and did what you said.  He tossed his shirt to the foot of the bed.  You moved your eyes up and down his body.  Gil smiled; he appreciated that you found him attractive.  He would never admit it even to himself, but he was self-conscious about the fact that he was not stereotypically attractive.  So it warmed his heart to have you look at him the way you did.

Of course, you knew how he felt.  You put your hands on his chest and, closing your eyes, kissed him.  He let his eyes fall shut too as he returned the kiss, his hands staying on the bed.  You slid your hands down to his abdomen.  "You're beautiful," you whispered.  In return, he put a hand on your cheek.  He gently bumped his forehead against yours.  You instinctively shifted closer to him.

Feeling your shirt on his bare skin reminded him of something.  He gently gave a few tugs on your collar.  "You should take this off."  You smiled at his imitation.  You rolled back and took your shirt off, pulling it by the collar.  You lobbed it next to his.  "You look good."

It was your turn to smile.  "Thank you."  You snuggled back into him.

"Let's hope we can sleep now..." he sighed, closing his eyes as he held you.

"Yeah..." you huffed as well.

However, try as you might, the both of you tossed and turned all afternoon. Adjusting the air conditioner to a lower temperature made it too cold, and yet when you moved under the blankets it was too hot.

At one of the many points when you were looking at him, you ran your hand up his beard then through his hair. "It's not fair..." you mused.

"What?" he enquired with a raised eyebrow, a little humoured.

"Your hair is white. You don't retain as much heat."

That made him chuckle. "That doesn't make much of a difference."

Several hours later, you lay flat on your back on top of the blanket, away from your husband.  You groaned and put your forearm over your eyes.  "We are never gonna sleep..."

"I'm sorry."  He said this because he was much more used to foregoing sleep than you were.

You turned over to your front with a grunt.  "What time is it?"

He checked the digital clock on his nightstand (you had an analog clock on yours, but you did not want to move anymore).  "It's seven."

You sighed heavily; he observed your back heaving.  "Great..."

"We might as well eat our dinner; make the most of it and take our time to get ready."

You sighed through your nose.  "Yeah..." you nodded, "...you're right..."

"You can lie down a little longer while I shower."

You turned over to face him.  "Thanks..."

He was sitting up as you said that.  "You're welcome."  He stood up and, knowing what you would want, walked to the foot of the bed and threw his shirt into your waiting hands.  You grinned at him.  He set out clothes for himself, and did so for you too.  You squeezed his hand in thanks.  With that done, he went to shower, while you put his shirt over your nose and mouth.  You inhaled deeply and closed your eyes, then let out a long sigh.  His smell relaxed you.  You just lay like that, taking deep, calming breaths.

You did not even hear the water stop running, or the door opening several minutes after that.  The cold air from his shower mixed with the air conditioning of the room, so you did not notice the humidity. It was only when he tapped your shoulder that you were brought back to consciousness and looked at him. "O-oh!" you exclaimed softly, pivoting up into a sitting position and turning out of bed, darting past him into the bathroom; the image of him with the towel hanging on his shoulder, his arm still down and out towards you, and his eyebrow raised and mouth ajar as you cut off his necessity to speak to you, registered only when you were some ways into your shower. You stopped and let yourself smile at that picture.

When you came out of the shower, he was not in the room. You got dressed and went down to the kitchen. Gil was eating a slice of watermelon from the refrigerator, and there was a plate with more on it for you to share; the both of you consumed a lot of cold fruits during the summer. Hank had been given moist pellets, as well as some watermelon of his own. Your man had also placed your kits at the front door, along with his straw hat, sunglasses, and your satchel, which contained your sunglasses. While he preferred his straw hat to the department-issue baseball cap in hot weather, you were content to use the cap in whatever situation.

Even when you joined your husband, neither of you spoke, not wanting to exert energy unnecessarily. You cleaned up when all three parties were finished eating. You told Gil, "I'm driving." You had to state it first; he would have driven your car so as to let the engine run, but it would still have been him driving for the fourth time in a row, and that would not have been fair. Well, to you at least - he insisted that he loved doing things for you. It was how he showed his love, whereas you did so to him via physical affection. But still, you wanted to do things in return.

Thus, Gil placed his hat on his head, put his sunglasses in his breast pocket, took Hank and his kit to your car, and sat in the backseat with the dog. You followed soon after, taking your kit and bag, locking the front door, and getting behind the wheel. Gil tossed you the keys, and you started the drive to the dogs' daycare.  You took as many detours as you pleased, not being in any particular hurry.  Since you were the one driving, Gil brought Hank inside the building, then came back and sat in the front passenger's seat.  You drove to the laboratory, taking some more detours.

At the laboratory, you and your husband hung out idly in his office, sipping on the contents of mineral water bottles which the team took turns to stock the refrigerator with.  At 10:55, the both of you strolled to the front desk to check in.  Then the journey was made back to Gil's office, while he waited for any calls from Jim. At 2:30 am, a case did come up, and so it was handed to Catherine, Warrick and Nick, leaving Greg, your husband and yourself.  The three of you decided to get breakfast for the team.

Upon returning from your errand, you tried to nap on Gil's couch (while he read A Midsummer Night's Dream at his desk), but the leather made you sweat even more. You grumbled and slogged your way to the break room, where you sat on a chair and attempted to sleep sitting up. But it was not really comfortable, and you could not even doze off for five minutes. The whole time, you were dreading something: that Gil would get another call just as shift was about to end.

6 o' clock rolled around. Greg headed into the break room, reading a book on Vegas history while walking.  He had intended to take an apple out of the refrigerator, but upon noticing your misery, he helped heat up the omelette you had ordered in the microwave.  You had your head down and were drifting in and out of consciousness, so just barely noticed it, but you did not process it.  Even when he set the plate and your mug of chocolate from the fridge in front of you, you remained in a discount coma.  He tentatively tapped your shoulder with one finger.  That made you interject and snap your head up, your back slamming against that of the chair.  So only physical contact could stimulate you.

"Hey..." he said softy, placing a hand on your shoulder.

You sighed and buried your head in your hands, elbows on the table.  "Thank you..." you murmured, the vague registrations of stimuli having been solidified when you woke up.

"Don't mention it. Eat up." He rubbed your upper back, and continued to do so as you ate, knowing that you loved the contact.

On your third bite however, the shift supervisor came into the break room. "Hey guys, we got a four-nineteen..." he looked at you sympathetically, "it's out in the desert."

"Nooooo," you groaned, tilting your head back. Greg could not help but laugh. "Nooooooooo..."

Gil was used to your antics, so he calmly asked, "Okay...what's your specific complaint?"

"It's gonna be so hot! It's not dark anymore! And I don't have a water bottle!"  Plastic water bottles degraded in ultraviolet light, secreting toxins.

"Well...you can always share mine," he reminded you.

You quietened when he said that.  Then, you sprung up from your seat and darted over to him.  You threw your arms around his neck and put your face in his chest, making him grip your waist reflexively, but his cheeks turned red when you let out a, "Yes, hubby."

Greg laughed even harder.  " 'Hubby' ?" he questioned through his chortling.

"During times of physical or emotional discomfort, she is not very...restrained," he attempted to explain.  With how smoothly he spoke, the only reason his blush could not be passed off as sunburn was that he had not actually been out in the sun.

Greg pressed a fist to his mouth to try to stifle his laughter, looking away and waving his other hand in dismissal.  "It's alright.  It's cute, actually.  It's just surprising to have someone call you that."

"I know.  But," he shrugged, "I've come to like it."  You had remained docile, but now you smiled to yourself and turned your head up to kiss his neck.

Greg's smile turned sweet.  "That's good."

Your husband guided you to sit down again.  "Finish your food, then we'll go."  You gave a nod, then got back to eating.  Grissom looked at the other CSI, "You wanna grab something to eat as well?"

"Yeah," he replied, turning around to the refrigerator, "I came for an apple, actually."  He took his fruit out at last.  Gil got his pancakes out of the fridge too, and had orange juice to drink.

The three of you finished eating and drinking in under four minutes.  But the drive out to the crime scenes took about an hour, and by the time you got there, the sun was high in the sky.  "Dayshift should be handling this," you grumbled.  You did not mean it of course, but you felt like grumbling.

"Yeah?  Don't worry, it'll all be over soon," your husband joked lamely.  Greg, who was ahead and trying not to slide down a sand hill, gave him a dirty look (he dared to do so because he was wearing sunglasses).

For this case, it was necessary to stay for a considerable length time at the scene, because there were footprints to be moulded, little cufflinks and keys and such which had been buried and had to be dug up, and so on.  Not so ironically, your unpleasant mood made it best for you to spend more time processing the scene while Grissom and Greg did the talking to people.  Unfortunately but predictably, the extended period of time spent in the heat you hated made you feel worse than ever.

Several shifts later, the case was solved.  You were sitting on the guest's chair in Gil's office, waiting for him (and Greg) to return from the police station.  You had your upper torso on the table, arms stretched out all the way to the opposite edge.  You heard footsteps enter the room, but they were not Gil's. You did not know whose they were, but they were definitely not those of the man you loved. "I thought I'd find you here," Greg's voice said, making you turn around.

"Where's Gil?" You sounded a bit sad; you missed him.

"He's talking to Catherine, presumably about work," he dutifully told you, raising a fist and sticking his thumb in their general direction. He put his hand down. "How're you doing?" You plopped back down, exactly as you had been. That gave Greg all the answer he needed. "Grissom will be here soon," he reassured you. You nodded, your cheek rubbing against the desk. "You want my company til he comes?" You shook your head. "Okay. I hope you feel better soon." You gave a nod of thanks.

A little earlier:

Grissom and Greg walked through the doors of the laboratory, coming upon Catherine in the foyer; she was just heading out. Grissom called out, "Hey Catherine."

"Yeah?"

"Can I talk to you?"

Greg spoke up, "I'll go on ahead first. Bye Catherine."

"See ya." Greg made his way to his boss' office. "So, what do ya wanna talk about?" Gil looked around, then took Catherine's elbow and guided her to somewhere more secluded. He looked Catherine in the eyes, but still hesitated, nervously fidgeting his fingers against each other. "What is it, Gil? C'mon, you can tell me," she encouraged.

He swallowed, then finally said, "I need a favour."

Catherine raised an eyebrow; was that it? "S-ure," she said casually, shrugging.

"It involves Sam."

Mugs chuckled. "That's why you're so nervous; you're always on about me accepting favours from Sam, and now you want me to do it." She smiled and shrugged. "I don't mind. What d'you need?"

Grissom smiled a small smile of relief. "During our next shift, could Sam keep one of his pools open at three? Just for (y/n) and me. And uh," he looked away out of shyness, "no surveillance. There can be guards on the premises but...I'd prefer to be left alone." Catherine was impressed, to say the least; it was heartwarming that he was doing this for his wife. However, he was still saying, "Meaning no cameras, and the guards-"

Catherine laughed softly and raised her hands to stop him. "Gil, Gil, I get it." He closed his mouth. Knowing that he was still doubtful, she stated, "No humans or cameras on within viewing distance of the pool."

Finally, Gil gave a long, slow nod. "You'll have to cover that shift for me too."

"You're letting Sam do something for me and I get to play boss girl? You're sure you're not the one doing me a favour?"  she chirped.  Grissom gave a small smile and slightly dipped his head in thanks, then walked off.

Back to you:

The sound you were waiting for was heard. Soft, shy treads which you found endearing padded their way over to you. "Hey," he said lovingly, and you felt his hand on the part of your back that was flat immediately after that. You remained silent. "We'll take the next shift off, okay?"

That made you perk up - literally. Your head snapped up so you could look at him. " 'We' ? You'll be taking a shift off with me?"

He smiled fondly at you. "Yes. We can spend some time together."

You returned his smile. You stood up and hugged him, arms around his neck and face in his chest. This time, he fastened his arms around your waist. "Thank you," you whispered. His heart flipped, because that reminded him of his conversation with Catherine.

"Let's go home," he whispered, but before he let go of you, he quickly kissed you, knowing that you wanted it. The way you pressed your flushed face into his chest to hide it only made that clearer. He moved one hand to cradle your head, letting you calm down. He found it curious how you could still be bashful when he showed you affection in particular ways. But perhaps...he was similar. The both of you picked Hank up from the daycare, went home, ate, walked Hank, showered, and fell into a deep sleep.

#gil grissom x reader #gil grissom loving #gil grissom #billy petersen loving #billy petersen #william petersen #csi #c-v-c-e fic