#i know skip went and saw nature yesterday

[hotcheetohatredwastaken]

Have you interacted with the natural world in the past day? If so, what was the most enjoyable part? If not, WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH YOUR LIFE

Fighting off a gaggle of geese. It's getting that time of year that they get aggressive because the girls are laying, but in a 10v1 I was nevertheless victorious.

#i know skip went and saw nature yesterday #you could ask her if you want a good answer #cheetoanswers #effervescent eva

[phoward89]

Happy (late) 420! I tried to get this out yesterday, but that didn't happen. Anyways, here's some Dealer!Coryo x Reader in honor of 420.

Weed, drugs, guns, cussing, Coriolanus Snow being Coriolanus Snow, p in v, slight degradation?, um that's bout it

“Your brother's drunk again?” Coryo, your weed dealer and fuck buddy, asked as he flung the door to his section 8 apartment open as soon as he saw you thru the peephole. 

He knew what was wrong with you just by the sullen look on your face. Anytime you had that look on your face it was because your brother was either drunk and fighting with you or your ex (who Coryo nearly beat to death after the last time he cheated on you- which if you ask the dealer shouldn't have happened cause only a fucking idiot would stick their cock in a skeezy cunt when they've got your perfect, tight cunt to fuck on the regular) did something (like cheat) to upset you. 

After getting beat within an inch of his life, your ex skipped town. Rumor has it that he went to California. So, Coriolanus knows that there's only one reason you're on his doorstep looking like an anxious mess: your brother, Rein.

“Yep.” You popped your tongue.

“Come in.” Coriolanus ordered, moving aside to make room for you to enter his shithole. As you walked by him and into the apartment that smells heavily of cigarettes, weed, incense, and rose scented glade plug-ins, your favorite drug dealer announced with a lopsided smirk, “I was just ‘bout to roll a joint.”, while shutting and bolting the door.

“It's been a while since I smoked. I could use a few hits to calm down.” You admitted, making a beeline to the lumpy couch and in extension the glass coffee table nestled right in front of it.

A glass coffee table with chipped corners that was cluttered so much that the glass could barely be seen. It was a cluttered mess of magazines, rolling papers, plastic sandwich baggies, large bags of weed, a scale, a few empty beer bottles, an empty chip bag, a red solo cup, zippo, and a cheap ashtray.

Sometimes you wonder about Coryo, who could be a dead ringer for Eminem. Hell, his looks got him the nickname of Paneminem. You know, cause he's the Slim Shady of your small bumfuck Colorado town of Panem. 

A town that both you and Coriolanus Snow, known to a very small select few as Coryo, hate with a passion. 

But, anyways, sometimes you wonder about the dealer with the platinum buzzcut (which you were shocked to find out was his natural hair color) that lives alone. He doesn't have a lot of friends and the only family he's got is a cousin, Tigris, that's a stripper at Pluribus’ club. But they had some kind of falling out after he got a dishonorable discharge from the army and barely talk anymore.

And you only know about Tigris and his brief stint in the military cause you curiously asked him about his dog tags, chewing on the corner of them during a half-high afterglow while cuddling with him.

“What dumb shit did Rein do this time, baby girl?” The hardened drug dealer asked, following you over to the sofa. A sofa that has a board under it to level and prop up the saggy seat cushions.

“He’s pissed that I got laid off and can't find another job.” You told Coryo as the two of you sat down on the couch, making it dip under your combined weight.

“So, does that mean you're gonna start helping your favorite dealer sling shit for cash?” Coriolanus slightly chuckled, slipping his hand underneath the hem of his oversized white T-shirt and pulling his gun out of the waistband of his baggy jeans; placing it down on the coffee table.

You've seen the black Glock so many times, gosh it must be at least 50 by now, since you started buying weed and hooking up with Coryo. Him handling the weapon around you doesn't even phase you anymore. It should. It really should, especially since you weren't raised around guns or violence- but apparently the more time you spend around Snow (Coryo's surname and one of his street names- the other being Snowball) the more you're being corrupted by him.

Unknown to you, Coryo doesn't want you to become corrupted by him. He thinks you're a really sweet girl that had some shit luck of being abandoned by your mom and raised hovering above the poverty line by your much older half-brother and his girlfriend. Despite your crappy conditions, you’re as sweet as honey. Or at least to Coriolanus you are.

For some reason, the hardened drug dealer that's a couple of years older than you wants to keep you safe from any and all dangers in the world. Hell, Snow's not supposed to have feelings for you, a girl that occasionally buys weed from him; comes over to his place to vent about her life, but he does.

And that's not good because feelings are dangerous in his world. The drug underworld. The side of town, hell life, that decent people don't see. 

Coryo's got people that would love to put a bullet in him; the cops also want to lock him up for at least half his life too. Having you around him so much, getting wrapped up in shit isn't good at all. It's not good for you or for him. It'll only end up bad and in heartbreak.

And Snow can't have that. Oh, he has to protect you from his world. The world of drugs and all other illicit activities that transpire in the criminal underworld. You're just too sweet to have as a permanent fixture in his life, which is why he doesn't hang with you unless you're buying weed from him. He won't actively seek you out, despite the fact that you always bring a smile to face and warm his cold, black, dead, frostbitten heart.

“Coryo, you're my only dealer.” You dryly remind him, watching as he perches on the edge of his couch; leaning forward to grab the items he needs from his chipped coffee table to roll the joint with. “And no, I'm not gonna help you deal.”

“Only dealer, favorite dealer: same thing from how I look at it.” Coriolanus retorts while his long fingers nimbly work to fill and roll a joint for the two of you to share. “It was a joke, baby. I wasn't serious.” Your dealer dryly told you before giving out a lecture of, “My line of work’s dangerous, babe. I'd never send you out into that shit just to make a buck.” Waggling a long weed scented finger in your face, he added in, “And I would've fucked some goddamn sense into you if you’d agreed to my fake offer.”

You’re not stupid, you know that Coryo’s not just a weed dealer, but that he sells some hard shit and it makes his job- hell his life- dangerous. But you don't care. You accept him as he is. You're not trying to fix him; you're fine with him the way he is. You're also fine with being his customer/sorta friends with benefits.

You know that Coryo has a lockbox full of various pills and coke that he deals. The box is shoved in the side table, that looks like a weird ass octagon, caddy cornered between his sofa and a heavily duct taped easy chair. You saw it once when you were over, crying about being cheated on by your ex and needing some weed (and maybe some big dick) pronto to make you feel better and calm you down. 

Coryo had a customer he needed to meet and sell some powder to, so he prepared the crap right in front of you. After cutting the white powder finely with a credit card (that you're sure he stole from somebody) and portioning it up in a baggie, he made you swear to never touch the hard shit. He even said that he'd shoot whoever dares to give you the shit right between the eyes if he ever found out that you dabbled in the hard shit.

And then he sent you on your way with a few joints and a promise that he'd stop by to check up on you; see if you need anymore post getting cheated on weed to help feel better with. He kept good on that promise, he stopped by and took you out for a ride. A ride that ended with you desperately riding his cock in the backseat of his car- which was parked in some alleyway in a seedy part of town.

“Calm down, Coryo. God, don’t pop a vein over there.” You sarcastically tell the platinum blonde while he finishes rolling the joint. Watching him pick up his zippo off the table, you assure him.“You don't need to worry about me being in danger from the big bag drug dealers; I'll only make my money legally.”

“Y/N…” Snow mumbled warningly, slipping the joint between his lush lips and lighting up. Taking his first hit, he sighs, “The more you hang ‘round here, baby girl, the more you might be putting your sweet lil ass in danger.” 

“I’m a big girl, Snowball. I can take care of myself, plus I trust you and know that you'd never hurt me.” You said, watching him take his second hit. 

Passing the joint over to you, he dead ass says, “I got enemies; if they think we're a thing they'll fuck you up to get to me.” Shaking his head, he leans his elbows on his knees (of course he was manspreading- he always does when sitting on the sofa). “Cops would haul you in; jam you up just to try and catch my ass.”

Your brows furrow at his words. At their implications.

“So, what, you don't want me coming ‘round anymore?” You asked, brushing your fingertips against his rough, calloused ones as you took the joint from him. “Want me to find somebody new to buy weed from?” You took your first hit, coughing slightly. “Maybe I'll drive a couple hours to Denver and buy from a regulated dealer: from the man.” You threatened, taking your second hit and passing the joint to the broad shouldered man next to you.

“You're not driving down there for weed. You hear me?” Coryo sternly ordered before taking a deep hit off the joint.

“Then don't say you don't want me around, Coryo.” You countered, watching your dealer sexily blow a large billowing cloud of smoke from his perfect O shaped mouth.

“I didn't say that, babe.” Coryo snapped, his voice a bit hoarse from smoking weed all day (or at least you think he's been smoking all day). “I don't wanna have a heavy talk while smoking. Let's table this for now, yea?” He told you before taking a second, even longer hit from the joint perfectly pinched between his thumb and forefinger.

“Yea, my life's stressful enough.” You agreed, taking the offered joint from Coriolanus as soon as he exhaled a lungful of smoke.

Coryo didn't say a word, just leaned back into his couch and snaked an arm to rest behind you. He gave you a lazy thin lipped smile as you took your hit. His icy eyes, usually void of emotions, were shinning with fondness as he watched you instead of whatever bullshit was on his tv. 

A very nice large flatscreen that somebody gave him for payment. Fuck, the damn thing was worth nearly a grand since it was some top of the line Samsung smart tv. Snow knew it must've fallen out the back of a truck, but he didn't give a shit. Meant he didn't have to use he crappy tablet to watch stuff anymore.

But instead of watching tv, his attention was on you. God, Coriolanus loves watching you smoke. He thinks you're so sexy when you smoke. This cute, lil sweetheart taking in a large burning lungful and letting it waft out of your mouth expertly. 

It turned him on.

“It's not polite to stare, Coryo.” You remind the menacing man next to you, your tone a bit teasing, while passing him the joint after finishing your hits.

“I'm not staring, so don't know what your talking about.” He firmly denied, acting like he wasn't just caught ogling your gloss coated lips, while taking the joint.

You're starting to feel a bit hazy from the weed, unlike Coryo you don't smoke around the clock so a few hits mellows you out quickly, and lean your head against his shoulder.

“Your such a fucking lightweight.” The platinum blonde chuckles, shaking his head with a hint of an taunting smirk on his lips. 

“Not everyone can smoke and fuck all day, Snowball.”

“I don't smoke and fuck all day. I'll let you know that if I don't sling my shit then I ain't making any bank.” Coryo sneered, sounding a bit insulted by your remark, before taking a quick hit and holding the joint out to you.

Your fingertips brush over his, sending shockwaves through both of your buzzed bodies, as you take his offering. “You know, I'm still having a dry spell.” You reluctantly sigh between taking your two puffs and passing him back the joint.

Coryo's not stupid, he knows why you've been having problems finding somebody to hookup with let alone date. Word on the street is that he's sweet on you. That you’re Snowball's baby. Or at least Plinth and Creed, his only friends that are also dealers, told him that's the word.

Been the word since somebody saw you and him at some house party few weeks back- disappearing into a bathroom together for a good 15 minutes or so (yea, long enough to fuck).

“Maybe I can do something ‘bout it then, yea?”

“Maybe.” You coyly shrugged.

Even tho both you and Coryo knew that as soon as the joint turned into a roach; was snubbed into the ash trash, you'd be making out and undressing each other on his sofa.

“Hmmm…Coryo, that feels so good…” You loudly moan, feeling your cunt twitch and grow wetter, as you ride Coryo's cock.

Coryo's sucking on one of your titties while roughly squeezing the other in his large, calloused hand. His other hand is holding onto your ass like it's the most prized jewel into the entire world. 

“God, Coryo, I needed your cock so bad.” You admit to him, your voice nothing more than a pathetic mewl, as your wrap your arms around his neck- one hand pressing into the back of his platinum buzzcut while the other holds the back of his neck- while you leverage yourself to bounce faster on his dick.

His cock, very long and thick with veins that catch every velvety piece of your walls, fills your cunt up perfectly; turns you into a whinny mess. His tip hits against your cervix, causing the coil to begin to tighten inside of your lower body with every move. And the way his cock presses into your g-spot just right- oh fuck he's completely ruined you for men.

Whether you want to admit it or not, you're addicted to Coryo's cock. He's the only man that can fuck you just right. God, you would be all hot and bothered over your dealer.

Your nipple falls from Coryo's mouth with a loud, wet pop. He looks up at you, baby blues smoldering midnight with lust, and slaps your ass. “Fuck, baby. Ride my cock, ride my cock like the lil slut you are.” His hand slides over your chest, leaving one tit and going to kneed the other, as he lands two quick slaps to your ass. “Baby, your cunt feels so tight and good. Ride me, baby, ride me.”

“Fuck…Coryo…think I'm gonna cum.” You breathing tell him, forehead pressing down against his; hair curtains around your faces, as you grind your hips faster against his.

“Yea?” He asks, his voice heavy from lust and hoarse from smoking weed, as he places his hands on either of your hips. “Hold on, baby. I'll make ya cum.” Coryo tilts his chin up, sloppily kissing you, before digging his fingers into the meat of your hips and thrusting fast and hard up into you.

“Fuck!” You scream, feeling your insides literally getting rearranged, as Coriolanus’ cock plunges deep inside of you. Deeper then you’ve ever felt it before (and that's saying something since the man’s cock always leaves an imprint in your lower stomach everytime you fuck) and it's making you see stars. 

Your arms are tightly wrapped around Coryo's neck in a vice grip as he pounds up into your cunt at such a strong, punishing pace. He's fucking you so hard and good that you can feel the rubber band inside of you get ready to snap. “Coryo…I'm gonna cum.” 

“Cum, baby. Be my good lil slut and cum on my cock.” Coryo orders, his baritone rough and raw, as he presses you against his chest while bucking his hips at lightning speed.

And you do. You cum hard, moaning a string of curses mixed with Coryo's name, before leaning limply against him and panting to catch your breath. Your head's pressed into the crook of his neck and he's now holding holding your back to keep you afloat while chasing his own high. Coryo pistons his cock in and out of you quickly before groaning a couple fucks and your name while shooting his hot load of thick pearly ropes of cum deep into your cunt.

“Damn…” Coryo trailed off, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath.

Your head's still resting in the crook of his neck as you unwrap one of your arms from around his neck. Running your hand up and down his toned chest, you blurt out, “I'm hungry.”

“Of course, you get the munchies now.” Coryo scoffs, shaking his head. “I got some pizza rolls in the freezer, I'll nuke us some in a lil bit. Okay, babe?” He offered while trying to enjoy his blazed out afterglow moment with you. 

Honestly, he just wanted you to cockwarm him for a while because he didn't know when you'd be in that position again. 

And Coryo knows that he's going to have to cut you loose eventually. You're a liability in his line of work. Snow, the cold hearted drug dealer that doesn't think twice about popping a cap in somebody's ass, has a soft spot for you. Hell, to be honest he cares for you.

He cares a lot.

And that's dangerous. Feelings are a weakness that he can't afford in his life. The thought of you being used against him makes him sick.

And Coriolanus will never forgive himself if something bad happened to you because of him.

He knows that he'll have to cut you loose soon. Put his combat boot covered foot down; lay down some rules for the two of you to abide by. Something like he'll drop your weed off at your house then leave type of deal.

But right now, for a few minutes, he just wants to bask in your warmth.

And for right now, you're Snowball's baby.

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[fortheloveofwonderland]

Darkness Declares Glory | Chapter 23 FINAL | S.R

Previous Chapter

A/N - final chapter! This one skips forward a couple of months.

Chapter Summary - Spencer’s friends join him celebrating a milestone in his sobriety and Luke has a special surprise in store for him to commemorate the occasion.

Pairing - Spencer Reid / Fem! Reader

Category - dark angst | smut | eventual happy ending.

Warnings - rehab, swearing, making out, lots of fluff. WC - 3k

Chapter 23 - Long Promised Road

Crescent Oak Rehabilitation Facility was more or less exactly what Spencer imagined a rehab centre to be like. It was almost eerily calming, his first few weeks here he’d almost been on edge by just how serene it was. 

There was always some kind of soft music playing from speakers he often couldn’t even see. Meditation was highly encouraged, as were walks in the zen garden. Patients were required to wear all white linens and white canvas shoes. The only good thing was that he was here voluntarily, so if he wanted to leave he could. And a few times he almost did. 

At first Spencer couldn’t help but wonder what the fuck he’d done. He felt more as though he’d joined a cult than checked into a rehab facility. For at least a week, maybe longer he considered leaving every single day. But he just kept telling himself, give it one more day, it will get better. Just one more day.

Around the middle of his second week Spencer found he woke up one day and didn’t hate it here. He didn’t begrudge getting in his white linens, he hummed along to the soft music playing through mysterious speakers and he actively joined in a meditation session. And ever since then he’d felt oddly at peace at Crescent Oaks. 

He met with a therapist once a day, one on one, no group sessions thank god. He ate his three meals, he showered every day without fuss. He partook in arts and crafts, read in the library and went on nature walks. And not only did he tolerate it, he actually liked it. 

Thankfully he’d gotten over the hardest part of his recovery in comas and catatonic states. He still had the occasional withdrawal and of course there were still days when he wanted to use. But they were few and far between these days. 

He’d initially checked himself in for three months - he wanted to reach his six month milestone before he even considered going it alone. After those three months he had the option to stay for as long as he thought he needed. It was comforting to know he wouldn’t be on his own. 

His old team visited every chance they could. Crescent Oaks allowed visitors every day between the hours of six pm and nine pm and he had a visitor at least four times a week if not more. Usually it was Garcia when the team were on cases and they would take walks together and chat aimlessly amongst themselves. 

His wounds were slowly starting to heal, both the mental and physical ones. Of course his scars remained and always would but Spencer now looked at them like they were badges of honour, proof he survived the worst life had to throw at him. He was proud to wear them for the world to see. 

Luke continued to see Y/N. He hadn’t told Spencer at first but Spencer could just tell. And once he got over his initial jealousy he had actually been pleased that you had someone like Luke in your life. 

He didn’t let himself ask about you, despite the fact he was always thinking about you. Sometimes Luke would say, “I saw Y/N yesterday,” and Spencer would nod and smile and change the subject. 

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to talk about you, because he did. But talking about you often left Spencer feeling miserable with how much he missed you and right now he only had the brain capacity to focus on one area of his life. And that had to be his recovery this time. 

He still wore your bracelet. Maybe one day he’d take it off, but for now he found comfort in it. It made him feel connected to you in the way he hoped having his one year sober chip felt for you. It was some kind of reminder that the two of you were still entwined, bound to each other in ways even he didn’t truly understand. 

When Luke had told him a few weeks after he checked into Crescent Oaks that you’d been to visit him while he was catatonic, he’d been at a complete loss for words. He must have disassociated by the point as he had absolutely no recollection of you being there. 

He hated that he couldn’t remember something so important but maybe it had been a blessing in disguise. If he’d been conscious of you being there while he was trapped inside the shell of his body that wouldn’t move to his command, he would have hated Luke for bringing you there. 

But knowing you had been there was comforting in a way, it meant you still cared. Maybe one day he’d get the chance to thank you.

***

Spencer was mildly overwhelmed at all the eyes that were on him, shrinking in on himself a little and wrapping his arms around himself. He’d never liked to be the centre of attention, but there was no getting out of this. He’d asked his therapist if they could just make it a lowkey affair but she simply smiled and shook her head.

“Trust me, Spencer, in the months or years to come, you will be glad you marked this milestone with all your closest friends.” 

He rolled his bottom lip between his teeth, averting his gaze to the floor as his therapist stood and addressed the room. 

“Thank you all for being here, this is a big day in Spencer’s recovery and having all his friends here means the world to him. Even if it doesn’t seem like it.” Jessica laughed slightly as did the others in the room. All except for Spencer. “He’s told me all about his long struggle with drug abuse and his mental health and I for one am so proud of him for getting here. The first six months are the hardest on the road to recovery and so I am overjoyed to be able to present him with his six month chip.”

Jessica cleared her throat when she finished speaking and Spencer tentatively glanced up at her, still chewing frantically on his lip. She was holding out his new golden chip, motioning for him to stand and join her. He swallowed thickly, pushing himself up to his feet and shuffling over to her.

“Uh, thanks.” His cheeks burned as he took the chip from her hand and rolled it between his fingers.

“Speech!” Luke hollered with a chuckle. 

“Come on kid, we didn’t come all the way out here for nothing.” Rossi goaded him. 

“After all we’ve done for you, it's the least you can do.” Tara teased. 

Spencer finally looked up, glancing at the seven faces in the room. The seven people he loved most in the world who had gone to the ends of the earth to help him on every step of his recovery. These seven people were the reason he was still standing, the reason he was able to stand here today and proclaim that he was six months sober.

“I hate being the centre of attention. And I hate public speaking.” he scuffed the toe of his converse on the worn carpet. “But I guess I do owe you, honestly I don’t think I will ever be able to put into words just how much. Without each of you, I know for a fact I wouldn’t be here, I would most likely be dead. I know I’ve been difficult to be around, I know I’ve given you all a hard time but for some reason you’ve stuck by me and I am so grateful for that, you have no idea. 

I don’t know how exactly I got so lucky as to have you all in my life. And I certainly don’t tell you all enough just how much I love and appreciate you all. To be able to stand here and say I am officially six months sober, I wouldn’t have made it here without each and every one of you. Emily, Luke, the two of you probably got the brunt of my frustrations and anger and I am really very sorry for that. But between the two of you, uh, you…” He got choked up and swallowed, closing his eyes as he finished the sentence. “The two of you saved my life. And I don’t even know how to begin thanking you for that.”

When he opened his eyes his tears overflowed and he noticed several of his old team had also gotten teary eyed. JJ and Garcia were holding hands, both crying as they looked at him. Luke’s eyes were glossy with unshed and Emily turned her head to wipe her eyes. 

“I, uh, I guess that’s it.” Spencer sniffed, running his thumb over the chip’s engraving. “I still don’t know what normal feels like but I, uh, feel decent.” 

The seven of them, plus Jessica, started clapping loudly, cheering and Matt even whistled. Spencer smiled, wiping his eyes with his free hand while his cheeks flushed pink. One by one they came over and hugged him tightly, congratulating him on this huge achievement. 

“What are your plans, Reid?” Matt was the one to ask the million dollar question while they all crowded around him. 

“I think I’m gonna stay here, just a little longer. I don’t think I’d relapse if I left now but I just wanna be sure.” He pocketed the chip but kept his hand wrapped around it. 

“I think that’s both smart and brave of you to admit.” Tara smiled at him.

“We are so, so proud of you Spence.” JJ still had tears in her eyes. 

“Yeah, yeah alright.” He rolled his eyes with a soft chuckle. “Can we turn the attention on someone else now?” 

The seven members of his old team looked between each other, slightly guilty looks on their faces that weren’t lost on Spencer. He frowned, looking between them in turn while he tried to figure out what was going on.

“What’s happening?” He asked no one in particular. “I’ve missed something.”

“I mean now you’ve mentioned turning the attention onto someone else, we do kinda have a surprise visitor for you.” Luke spoke, giving him a sheepish smile. 

But Spencer could tell exactly what he wasn’t saying. His brain was so much clearer these days, it was almost working back at its full capacity and he knew what, or rather who Luke was referring to.

“No.” Spencer shook his head, his stomach coiling into knots and more tears flooded his vision. “No way.”

Penelope smiled brightly, tottering over to the door on her too high heels and slowly gripping the handle. Spencer stared at the closed door, tears rolling silently down his cheeks and he inadvertently held his breath. 

Garcia leisurely opened the door, clearing trying to build the suspense, which admittedly worked. Spencer’s heart hammered rapantly against his chest, causing him to feel a little nauseous. His hands were shaking, he worried his knees might buckle beneath him.

When the door was finally all the way open, you stepped into view, teeth digging heavily into your bottom lip and your hands stuffed deep inside of your pockets. As soon as you locked eyes on him, your own tears overflowed but you found yourself frozen to the spot.

When Luke had told you over coffee one afternoon that Spencer was due to celebrate his six months sober and invited you to come, initially you’d quickly declined and shut the conversation down. You were doing well in the outside world, still living at the halfway house and enjoying your job at the diner. 

You were keeping yourself afloat but the idea of seeing Spencer again was too much for you to even contemplate. Not now. Maybe not ever. You were eleven months sober, you couldn’t risk any bump in that road.

You still weren’t sure, as you stood here now, what changed your mind. Luke hadn’t pressured you to come, he’d never mentioned it again after the first time. But the overwhelming need to see him with your own eyes, to confirm he was in fact alive and ok had driven you to be here today. It had only been yesterday when Luke popped by the diner for dinner that you’d told him you would come. 

And now as you stared at Spencer from the doorway, you knew you’d made the right call. Seeing him looking healthy and happy filled you with pride and the last thing you wanted to do was ruin your sobriety. You wanted to be sober alongside him. 

“Y/N.” He croaked out your name, wobbling a little on his feet. 

“Hi Spence.” Your voice cracked. 

“We’ll give you two a minute.” Emily spoke on behalf of her team and the seven of them, and Jessica, left the room as you took a few steps inside. 

The door was closed behind you as you cautiously approached Spencer. He didn’t move, seemingly frozen to the spot. You noticed the frayed end of your purple and gold bracelet poking out the sleeve of his sweater and it filled you with joy to know he still wore it.

“I, uh, I hope you don’t mind me coming. Luke invited me and at first I didn’t think it would be a good idea but…” you trailed off, sniffing back your tears. “But I really wanted to see you.”

“Are you really here?” Spencer choked. “I’m not imagining things?”

You smiled at him, cautiously stepping closer to him. You were steady in your movements as you reached out and took hold of his hand. You brought his hand to your lips and pressed them against his knuckles softly. The action caused Spencer to whimper slightly, even more tears now falling from his eyes.

“Do you believe me? I’m really here, Spence.” You were still holding his hand and he used it to pull you closer to him. 

Your chests crashed together, and he used his free hand to wrap around your waist, his large hand taking purchase on your lower back while he kept hold of your hand in his other. You looked up at him and he was smiling down on you. You could feel his heart beating against you and you were sure he could feel yours. He bowed his head closer to you, resting your foreheads together. 

“I might need a little more convincing.” His lip tugged into a smirk and before you knew what you were doing, you were crushing your lips together.

Spencer hummed into your mouth, holding you firmly in place while parting your lips with his tongue. The kiss was like nothing the two of you had ever shared before. It was a new beginning, a fresh start. It was hope and it was home all in one. 

It didn’t last particularly long, but the passion between the two of you was clear. When he pulled back he kept his arm around you, but let go of your hand in lieu of cupping your cheek.

“I think…I think I’m bound to you.” You whispered shakily. “I probably have been since the moment we met. I think I meant what I said before about us, at least at the time I did. But I can’t imagine my life without you in it, Spence.” 

“You don’t have to.” He stroked your cheek with his fingertips. “I think we were meant to find each other, Y/N. I think in some kind of fucked up way, the two of us are perfect for each other. On paper, two addicts shouldn’t work together, but I think we can be the exception to that. I don’t believe we will pull each other down, I think we’ll only raise the other up. Our sobriety is so important to both of us, I truly believe we can aid each other through recovery.”

“I think so too.” You nodded. “Spence, I love you.” 

He felt his heart swell to double the size and he held you tighter, almost impossibly closer to him.

“I feel like I’ve loved you my whole life.” He confessed, brushing his lips over yours. 

“I may not have loved you for my whole life, but I know for a fact that I will love you for the rest of my life.” You breathed him in, knowing that you only had a limited amount of time together for now. 

“The minute I get out of here I am taking you to dinner. The most incredible dinner you’ve ever had in your life.” He smiled at you, chuckling lightly.

“I will hold you to that.” You laughed too. 

He kissed you again, somehow more passionate than the last which seemed impossible but yet here you were. You wrapped your arms around his neck, fingers grazing the hair at the base of his neck. He moaned softly into your mouth at the sensation but tried to keep himself from getting too riled up. There would be plenty of time for that once he left Crescent Oaks. For now he had to keep it PG13.

When the kiss broke he looked you deep in the eyes, right through to your soul. It caused your knees to buckle a little and Spencer smiled, helping you remain upright. His other hand joined his first on your face, cupping it lightly and wiping at your tears with his thumbs. 

“For so long all I’ve seen is darkness,” he whispered, staring deep into your eyes. “But you, angel, you are and always have been my guiding light.”

With that he kissed you once more, all his love and adoration for you communicated without the use of words. You’d gotten used to your life being shrouded in darkness, almost grown accustomed to it in a weird way. 

But Spencer had shined a light on you that was so bright it had banished all of your demons to the shadows. It wasn’t to say they would never rear their ugly heads, but as long as Spencer was by your side fighting them with you, it didn’t seem so daunting anymore. 

“The darkness declares the glory of light.” - T.S Eliot

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-Save Me From Her - chapter 3

Tara Carpenter x fem!reader

Summary: The past comes back to haunt, and it doesn't like the present.

a/n: Hai everybody! Sorry that this took this long to come out, but life has been lifing, and I needed to get a hold of my mental health and stuff like that. Anyways, enjoy!

warnings: amature writing, wounds, stabbing, Canon-typical violance, multiple POV's, mixed POV's, mass homocide, blood, blood, and more blood (also; not proofread. I will, but not yet. When I did, I will remove this. I just wanted to push this out as quick as possible.

“Lolly!”

Her voice was venomous as it echoed through the small room, shivering, and agitated.

“Come ‘ere…”

The voice disintegrated, everything in it becoming shadowy dust, blown away by the wind. Her voice faded as well, as it was taken over by a sound that cut through the very fabric of nature. A scream, loud, horrid, and filled with emotion. Filled with anger, with hate and rancor.

“She was screaming, shouting, and begging for it to end.” The voice sounded from the depths of darkness. “Yet you did nothing!”

Her face emerged from the dredge, emotionless. Her eyes like glass, her mouth ripped open, deep bruises across her features. Dead. Then her voice sounded again, the former emotions snuff from the words she spoke, replaced with sadness. She sounded bitter, heartbroken. Disappointed.

“We could have been happy Y/N. We could have been…”

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Tara was worried about you. Ever since you saw the note, you haven’t been the same. You acted like nothing happened, talked to the cops about the attack whilst soothing her quivering body. They asked about the dead body as well, which you gave the full truth about; that he attacked you two yesterday and that in his drunk state, you could fend him off. With her help you went through about what happened inside the building today, skipping over the personal parts of course.

Even though you kept a straight, composed face, even when you talked calmly, not a hint of trembling present in your voice, she could see through your façade. You were shaken to your core. She saw the slight flinch of your eyes when the name ‘Lolly’ came up, she felt the almost unnoticeable tightening of your grip around her whenever they asked about your wounds. The little motions your lips, your body, they all gave you away. She has never seen you like this. Scared. You weren’t whilst talking back to someone twice your size, not when you defended her yesterday from the drunk, not when you two fled for your lives today. Not when the knife was inches away from your face. Never

Yet now, you were. The reappearance of Ghostface by itself made Tara too, your state had only worsened hers. She was afraid for you. The worry she felt for you overwhelmed every other emotion that would rise in her. She felt like she needed to stay strong, for the both of you. Falling apart was not an option.

After the ambulance patched you up, the cops approached you once more.

“You’ll have to come with us so that we may pick up your statements at the precinct.”

Tara raised an eyebrow. “Didn’t we just tell you what happened?”

“Yes, but to officially record it, we need you to be at the station.”

“But-“ Tara started but your soft, gentle hand on her shoulder made her stop.

“Let’s follow the officers Tara” you said, looking at the young woman. You were composed and confident.

She huffed but gave in to you. “Can I call Sam from your phone please? I left mine in your apartment.”

“Here” you mumbled as you absentmindedly handed her yours from your back pocket.

As Tara started to dial in her sister’s number, she saw it was already saved. At the name she raised her brow again. “Who is ‘Geralt’?

“Oh, it’s her” you say, blushing a little. "It's from Witcher.

“I know, but why is this her name?” she asks, turning the screen towards you.

You shy away from her unwavering gaze, then press the call button and push her hand back towards her face. “Oh, no you won’t escape this-“ she starts but Sam is faster, as she immediately picks up the ringing phone. She hears her voice calling out for her from the other end of the line.

"Tara! I just saw the news. Are you okay? Are you hurt? I'm on my way and be there as fast as possib-" her unrelenting assault of words is cut off by Tara.

"Sam, calm down and take a breath. I'm uninjured, but Y/N got a nasty cut on her neck. The police want us to go down to the precinct to pick up our statements. Meet us there?"

"Yeah, sounds good! Be careful!"

"Off what? I'll be surrounded by cops for god's sake!"

"We both now that won't stop him" Sam said, voice low and mournful. Flashing memories of the hospital ran through Tara's mind for a second and sent a shiver down her spine. The dead cop, laying limp on the floor with an open throat, the pain and the fear coming back to her all of a sudden. Her senses numbed, not hearing Sam's voice on the other end of the line, the lights becoming blindingly bright, yet she couldn't close or avert her eyes. She was frozen in place, helpless just like when she was crawling away from her. From the one that said she would be always by her side. The one that said whatever the case, she would keep her safe. The one that said she loved her.

She flinched when she felt something touch her and snapped her head backwards. At your sight she calmed, only now noticing, and taking in her surroundings once again. "Okay Sam, I will. Bye" Tara managed to say, then hung up.

"She knew?" your voice was soft, so soft. Why were you this thoughtful with her always? It made her heartbeat faster, making her able to believe she could be normal again. But life always had a way to prove her wrong, doesn't it?

"By now all of the world could now" she gestured behind you, towards the police line where an army of reporters were lined up. You sighed as you noticed them. "We are gonna meet her at the station."

"Then let's get moving." Tara felt your hand on her back, nudging her gently to get to the police car.

You opened the door for her, then scrambled to the other side to do the same for yourself. When you got in and closed the car, the sounds of the outside vanished, a comfortable silence filling the space. The vehicle soundlessly rolled out to the road, the lights of the city blaring by the window that Tara's head was leaned against. The cops in front were chattering quietly, trying not to disturb you two.

The Carpenter felt odd. Out of place. Everything was calm. Nothing should be calm. Ghostface was back. He was here to bring her and her loved one’s pain, suffering, and death. Why her? Then she thought of the note. This wasn't about her. No, you knew what the name meant, it scared you. This wasn't about her she realized. This was about you. She rethought the attack, every little detail she could think of. She was the first one to get called, but that didn't mean much. All the time, he was staring at you with his dead eyes, always attacking you. She remembered the occasions where he could have wounded her, yet he was focused solely on you.

Tara looked over to your side of the backseats, taking in your features again. You were just as disturbed as her, deep in thought and uncomfortable. You would have looked cute if one didn't know about what had happened. Tara saw your pained gaze, could feel that your thoughts were eating you up inside and hated every moment of it. Your usual smile wasn't there to light her up. She missed your crinkling eyes that could melt the coldest frozen hearts, your witty jokes, that you would throw in the worst time possible. So, she tried to distract you.

"I want an answer" she demanded, looking at you with furrowed eyes. She surprised you with speaking up, that she could see. You looked at her, confused and unfocused. "I want an answer" she repeated. You clearly didn't know what she was talking about, but she needed you to get speaking so you wouldn't shut off again.

"What answer?" your voice full of confusion.

"The answer to my question" Tara said matter-of-factly.

You rolled your eyes at her statement. "Which one Tara?"

"Why the hell is my sister saved in your phone as Geralt of Rivia?"

You reddened instantly, looking everywhere but her. "It was mainly meant to be a joke…"

"But?"

You gulped and glanced over to her a few times. She knew her unwavering gaze would brake your resistance, and it did. "Anika pointed out that he resembles some of his attributes." You say, still not looking at her.

"Like what?" Tara asked playfully. You looked like a child caught in the act of stealing cookies from the fridge. You swallowed again, clearly rethinking your life choices since the date of your birth. "Y/N, don't think that I'll let you off the hook this easily."

"She is strong, layered and protective besides being misunderstood and mistreated!" you blurted out, looking straight at her. Once you did, your eyes widened and went pale as a ghost. Tara could feel her smile widening to unimaginable lengths before bursting out in laughter. "I'm only telling the truth here! Don't laugh at me" you pouted. You looked so kissable.

"N- no it's not you it's just" she tried to say in between laughs. "It's just that it's so accurate. She would be fuming if she heard about this."

"And that's why she will never know!" So kissable.

"Oh, I don't know about that" she smirked. "My tongue is in a slippy mood these days…"

"No, Tara I'm serious!" you pleaded, face contorting in fear. "She would kill me! I have barely made it on her list of tolerated people! I don't want to end up-" she cut you off with her lips on yours. Your eyes widened for a moment, taking in what was happening, but she didn't give you enough time to fully comprehend it. She leaned back and watched your gaping face. After you finally shook off the surprise, you smirked at her. "Well, if I end up like this, I don't mind her knowing."

Tara rolled her eyes at you but the butterflies in her stomach rendered her silent. What exactly was this? You kissed her back, that surely meant you liked her too, right? She didn’t have much time to think because you leaned in to kiss her again, this time deepening it. You cupped her cheek with your right hand, whilst the left on found hold on her waist, gently rubbing circles under the fabric. When you had to separate for air, she pressed her forehead against yours, eyes locking with each other.

“I-“ Tara started, but stopped herself. The words she was about to speak didn’t feel right. Didn’t feel enough. She closed her eyes and took in a deep breath, trying to think up something that would be better.

“I know” you said simply, caressing her face with your fingers. She opened her eyes again, and your heart started beating faster at the sight of them, full of hope and concern. “Me too.”

Your words made the swarm of butterflies in Tara’s stomach grow into a horde. “Since when?”

“Anika told me what you told Mindy” you said with a smirk. “That’s when I really started to hope for it to be true. I never fully believed it until know though.”

“You mean the time when they got together?” At your nod her face reddened. She then narrowed her eyes and leaned back. “Mindy is dead to me.”

“Oh, come on, they share everything between each other, and Anika could never stand my stare.”

“It was meant to be a secret!”

“If you want to blame someone, blame me for being a too good sister, from which the other can’t keep anything from!”

“Yeah, if anything you’re an idiot” she said, smiling.

“I might be” you leaned back too and smirked at her. “But I’m your idiot now.” Tara’s stomach churned in the most pleasurable way after hearing your words.

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The rest of the route went by in a blink of an eye. Tara and you had talked most of it through, and you were thankful of her for distracting you from your own thoughts. The note rocked you to your core. There were only a few people who could have known that nickname, but you didn’t see any of them capable of killing someone, let alone mutilate them afterwards. The only one died a year ago. She died a year ago.

When your thoughts would start to eat you up again the car stopped. The cops got out and helped you two leave the vehicle as well. You entered the building and were met with the familiar sight of the white walls and crowded office. You couldn’t remember how many days you spent here nagging and annoying your uncle. Yet he wasn’t here anymore, and the thought made you feel alone. Scared. Overwhelmed. Screaming, shouting, begging for it to end…

As if she read your mind, Tara grabbed your hand and interlocked her fingers with you. You looked down at her and smiled, reassuringly squeezing her hand. The cops started leading you two to what you liked to call; ‘interrogation chamber’ in your youth. Whenever you saw the cops bringing in perps in handcuffs, you would imagine how scary it must be for them. You would chase yourself into a corner of your mind where everything was scary and dark. Where she was still free. Still alive. Your only lifebelt being your uncle, who never failed to help you out of there. Now, the room you were closing in on didn’t seem so bad. It felt safe. Funny how time changes perspectives.

“Y/N?” you heard a familiar voice behind you. Not believing your ears your span around, searching for the source. “Y/N! Hey! How are you? What the hell are you doing here?” The source turned out to be a young man, with red hair and sparkling green eyes. Just like your uncle.

“I could ask you the same thing V.”

“Not even a greeting for your most humble cousin? I must say you’ve cha-“ he got cut off when you hugged him so tightly Tara was worried you might brake some bones. “There she is…” he said, wrapping his own hand around you.

“What happened? I thought you are stationed in Washington!”

“I got transferred here upon my request. Being a legacy of pa helped.”

“Kayoko, you two know each other?” one of the officers asked that were escorting you.

“Not intentionally” Vasco smirked and pushed your shoulder a little. You flinched from the pain. His eyes narrowed and without asking pushed the fabric of your shirt to the side, revealing the bloody bandage that was wrapped around the stitched wound. “What happened?” his voice got serious in an instant.

You took a deep breath before answering. “Me and Tara had been attacked in my apartment.” His eyes widened, suddenly gripping your bicep. “It was Ghostface. Now I’m involved in the homicide of a homeless drunk that also attacked us a day before and gave me this” you held up your arm. The wound narrowed since yesterday, yet it still itched and hurt. “Speaking truly, I was the aggressor that time, but that’s unimportant now.” You almost whispered the last sentence. He huffed and shook his head slightly.

“Just my luck” he shook his head. “The first serious case I get, and my family’s involved.”

“You lead the case?”

“No, Wayne does. You know, father’s old partner.” You nodded, as you did, in fact remember the graying man. “I’m in his team and for once, he didn’t put me in the backline.”

“Wayne as in Wayne Bailey?” Tara interrupted.

“How do you know him?” Vasco asked back.

“He’s the father of her roommate.”

“Quinn or E… Oh wait, no. His son is studying at Princton. So, you are Quinn’s roommate huh?”

“I thought her brother died…” Tara said.

“He did. Sorry, he had two siblings. I thought you would know this.”

“No, she never mentioned two” you said as well.

“Sorry to interrupt Kayoko, but we all have our jobs to do” a officer said. “After picking up their statements, you can have them back.”

“Of course, Stan. Apologies” he said and held his hands up.

Before you were lead away, you hugged him again and decided to throw the big ball into the game. “There was a note for me, pinned to the corpse” you whispered in his ear.

“How do you know it was for you?”

“It was meant for Lolly.”

When you pulled away, you saw his struck state. It looked like he froze down, his eyes full of sorrow as he looked at you “I’ll get to work then” he said, threw you a weak smile, and squeezed your shoulder again, before turning around and walking towards his place.

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You needed to wait a little for Bailey to arrive. He was at the scene and missed you there.

“Stan and Mitch are awfully efficient when they don’t need to be” he huffed as he greeted you warmly. He was just as bright and straight as he always used to, even if time had worn him out a little. With you, at least. Tara was a different world. You remembered how he first acted around you and found resemblance. They just needed to warm up to each other, you thought.

They didn’t. From the point he started picking up your statement, he gave her his coldest self. Sam got there in the middle of interrogation, and her being around didn’t help much either. She looked even more dishevelled than last time as she barged into the room, even though half the police force tried to deny her that. When Tara reassured them that she was with you two, they reluctantly let her stay.

You didn’t know whether Tara wanted to hide what you had from her, so you tried to keep the usual distance, but the young Carpenter was having none of it. Once she got a hold of your hand under the table, she wasn’t letting go. Sam clearly saw but didn’t say anything. The only reaction you saw from her, was the small, almost unnoticeable smile on her concerned face, which you took as a good sign.

You explained everything again to Bailey, this time a bit more calmly and provided more information. You described the attack, the phone call, leaving out some information about you and Tara again. Then came the nickname. The grey man tried to go into the depths, but you dodged every question as your father and uncle had thought you to. Noone besides our loved ones will know about this. The vow you made to them resounded in your head, and you never took yourself for a liar. Noone else needs to know. It just wasn’t necessary.

“Who could want to see you two dead?” he asked with a resigning voice, eyeing you and Tara.

“Cmon’ Bailey, you know me! I’m the most charming person in the world” you teased and leaned back, smirking.

“So, half the city. You?” she asked Tara.

Before answering she shook her head slightly. “Can’t think of anyone who’s still alive.”

“Yikes.” you and Bailey said in unison.

The door opened and Stan showed his head in the door. “FBI’s here, claiming jurisdiction.”

Bailey’s face contorted from confusion. “Where are they?”

He stood and left the room, you quickly following behind. No matter how much time you spent here, it could still surprise you. You have seen federal agents once or twice, but never when they claimed a case for themselves. You were interested, the Carpenter sisters following close behind you. Tara wouldn’t let go of your hand, gently squeezing it, so you couldn’t release it, which you wouldn’t, not even if the world was ending. Especially not if the world was ending.

Three doors later Stan opened a door, motioned inside. A woman stood from one of the chairs, blonde, painted shoulder length hair, combat boots and a black outfit with a black leather jacket. You couldn’t make out what they were talking about, but the woman showed her badge and Bailey clearly didn’t like her. A case was laid open on the table, your and Tara’s picture on top of it. The sisters were talking about something, but you didn’t listen, your eyes focusing on the photograph that was taken of the corpse. It looked weird. Not how it looked when you were there.

Your train of thoughts was disrupted by Sam, who just noticed who was inside. “Kirby?”

“Hey Sam” the blonde woman greeted her and squeezed herself past you and Bailey to hug her. “Tara, and you must be Y/N, right?”

“Your detective skills are impressive” you nodded.

“You are the FBI?” Sam asked.

“You guys know each other?” the graying man asked, after Kirby nodded.

“Yeah. We went to Woodsboro high together” the older Carpenter said. “She was a senior when I was a freshman.          “

“We share a certain history, yeah” Kirby agreed. “Look, I’m not trying to get into a jurisdictional pissing contest here, I just want to help” she had a sly smile plastered on her face. “I’ll show you mine” she said, still smiling. “Et cetera.”

You huffed at her words. This was one of the weakest jokes, you have heard today, yet it still made you smile. Kirby had this look of pure confidence and kindness, that made you calm. You looked down at Tara from the corner of your eye and saw her also hiding her grin with her left hand, the other one still holding onto yours.

Bailey scrunched his eyes, but gave in, sharing some information about your statement and about the attack. The woman nodded along, and once he was finished, spoke up. “I already knew about the circumstances of the attack. If we are to catch this maniac, we will have to work together.”

“Yeah, good luck with that!” Sam said, as her patience ran out. “We are getting out of town” to exercise her point, she grabbed Tara’s hand and started leaving the police station. Your heart clenched in a familiar uncomfortable way.

“No!” Tara pulled her hand back and stayed close by your side. “I’m not leaving her behind!” The pain eased a little at her words, yet your mind was screaming for her to leave.

“Also, I can’t let you do that” Bailey cut in. “I’m sorry, but your sister is a person of interest in a homicide. She can’t leave town until the matter is resolved.”

Sam looked at both in disbelief. At Tara because she wanted to stay in a place where a psycho was on the loose, hell bent on hurting her, and at Bailey because of how ridiculous his words have made her feel. There was a maniac on the loose, and they couldn’t leave. They couldn’t leave because of the people that should try to do everything in their might to keep them safe. It was laughable really. When she wanted to word the thoughts that were circling in her head, the lights shut out.

The whole building went dead silent. The only source of light, being the streetlamps outdoors. You felt Tara leaning into you, her heartbeat fastening against your chest. You tightened your grip on her hand, and blinked, so your eyes would adjust to the darkness quicker. There was a hint of smoke in the air, but there was no logical explanation for it. It also smelled like smoke.

A pained scream echoed through the room. The scream of man. After a moment it turned into a growl, becoming ever more silent as something blocked the way of the sound. You heard Bailey and Kirby take out their guns, cocking them, just as all the other cops in the building. You snapped your head in every direction, but you still couldn’t see clearly, only the figures of people. The smoke in the room only got thicker.

A way too familiar voice resounded across the place, filling you with fear. His voice. “Did you miss me, Lolly?”

Another fading scream filled the room, but this time two shots followed it right after. The sound was deafening, and your ears started ringing. You could hear distant orders being barked out even though it came from right next to you, the figures of the two law enforcers disappearing from before you. A million thoughts were blaring through your mind, only some of them useful. Before you could do anything, you felt someone grab your hand and pull you with. After a moment you realised it was Sam, and stopped struggling against her, following her lead. But then she stopped in her tracks.

“No escape for you here, dear.” Ghostface spoke again, from right before you. You looked over Sam and saw him already stabbing towards her. You tried to pull her backwards, but it was too late. The knife sliced into her flesh, a pained groan leaving her mouth as she stumbled back. As you were still pulling her, a cop got between you and him, raising his gun. Three shots were fired, two of them clearly hitting him, but it was as if he didn’t even notice. He lunged forward at his shooter, opening his throat and chest with two precise and fast attacks.

You span around and ran the other way, the Carpenters by your side. The smoke had now filled the entire place, vision impaired. It helped that you had the building memorised by heart, as you took turn after turn. Shots were being fired and the smell of blood mixed with the smell of smoke and gunpowder, creating a metallic, hardly breathable atmosphere.

Then you tripped in something. As you fell, you let go of Tara’s hand and when you looked up, you couldn’t see her no more. You could hear her screaming your name, but you couldn’t answer, the smoke filling your lungs. Then you looked down at what you tripped in. Or as it turned out, who. It was a uniformed cop’s body, struggling for air. He had a stabbed wound in his gorge. Your hands were dripping of his blood, half your clothes soaking in it too. You didn’t know a human could have so much blood in their body, but when you looked around, you saw one more, with also as precise cuts as all the other victims you witnessed. All of them were stabbed at vital organs, or from where they would die in a few seconds or minutes. Not a second wasted.

“Oh, poor Y/N” he said in a condescending voice. “This must be pretty traumatic for you. I almost feel bad.” A hand grabbed your hair and pulled you back by it. “Almost” he whispered in your ear. There was a voice behind the modulator, that was familiar. Your heart skipped a beat after realisation hit you. But that couldn’t be possible. It just couldn’t!

You slumped back to the ground when she suddenly let go of your hair. You looked back behind you, seeing her figure falling onto her back. Another woman stood above you, and you could take out Sam’s boots. She grabbed you, pulled you up and started running, not even waiting for you to be able to catch your balance, just pulled you after her. She barged through a door, that led you to the Northern stairs, where Tara was waiting, tears running down her cheek. She was coughing hard, trying to swallow air desperately, yet she couldn’t. You looked at Sam for a moment, and after you saw one of her hands was occupied with a gun, you picked up Tara in your hands and started running down the stairs, three steps a time.

The ground floor looked similar in its form, but there was no smoke here. Bodies were scattered around the place, some of them civilians, some of them cops. All of them dead. You traced over the room, searching for a specific table, and once you found it ran towards it, leaning Tara against it.

“Y/N what the hell are you doing?!” Sam was trying her best not to snap at you.

“Tara’s going to suffocate if we don’t do something” you answered, opening drawer after drawer to find the item you were looking for. “To our “luck”, Private Alice always holds an inhaler at her desk in case her asthma ever comes back.” Sam accepted this, and turned towards the places Ghostface could come after you.

You found it in the fourth drawer and immediately turned towards the younger Carpenter. You aided her to take it in her mouth and pressed down a few times, just to be sure. She looked at you gratefully after. Her coughing died down slowly, and you helped her up. That’s when you noticed that everything was quiet. No shooting, no footsteps above you, nothing. Was everybody dead?

As to answer that question, the door of the staircase opened, and a very dishevelled looking Kirby stumbled into the room, followed by Bailey and two other cops. You sighed in relief when you saw Vasco in their group. The greying man barked out some orders, and Vasco and two others walked over to you, surrounding the three of you, whilst he and the rest of the cops marched out. Kirby joined him, her gun also raised, eyeing every corner before she disappeared behind a wall.

“Vasco, what the hell is going on?” you asked, suddenly feeling very weak.

“He jumped out a window, after we surrounded him” he said, very quiet. Why was he so quiet?

Then he threw you a glance. The glance, turned into a full-blown stare, his face horrified. You saw his mouth opening, but no notes hit your ear. Your side throbbed of pain, and you looked over to see, why. When you saw the opening that had been carved into you, you did nothing. Nothing else than stare at it, whilst feeling your vision darkening, and getting weaker and weaker. The floor came quicker than you could realise, why it was even getting closer. Suddenly you felt the floor hit you with all it’s might before everything became dark.

#my stuff #fanfiction #please reblog #scream fanfic #tara carpenter x reader #tara carpenter #tara x reader #tara carpenter imagine #Jenna Ortega #Jenna Ortega x reader #tara carpenter x you #fanfic #Scream #Wayne Bailey #Kirby Reed #Save Me From Her

[phenomenalgirl9]

When they hear that you've collapsed while working.

BTS x Reader

A/n: Established relationship au, he's an idol, you work in the company.

Seokjin

He was passing by a corridor when he heard two staff discussing "Y/n passed out while practicing". His eyes went wide and he rushed to the studio where he knew you would be. And there you were sitting at a corner with another dancer giving you water and he rushed towards you. "Are you okay?" He asked. You nodded, "how can you say that you look half dead. IAlwaysTellYouToEatAndSleepButYouWillNeverListenToMeYouKeepOverWorkingYourselfAndLookWhatHappenedWhatIfYouWereOnRoadThenWhatYouCouldHaveGottenHurtOrSeriouslySick!". "It's okay Jin, I'm so sorry to worry you" you said pouting. "Please take more care of yourself" he said "I'm taking you out for food right now" he said and giving a look to your instructor he walked away with you.

Yoongi

"Why do you have a bandaid on your forehead?" Yoongi asked as soon as he entered the room. "Yoongi, I thought you'll stay at the studio today" you said. "I felt like coming home" he replied "now answer me". "I hit my h-head there" damn you stuttered. "Why did you stutter? Tell me what happened, did someone hurt you?" He asked. "No Yoongi I fell down, I passed out while preparing a set" you explained. "You're skipping meals again?" He asked very concerned. "No, we were all working and it had to be completed today, I woke up late today and missed breakfast and we didn't even take lunch and well, I collapsed" you shrugged. "Why didn't I get to know?" He asked. "Yoongi you're always so busy I forbade everyone to talk about it at all" you said and he frowned "Yoongi your so busy I didn't wanna worry you". "I'll always worry about you kitten. It's my responsibility and at this point a second nature. Please take more care, from next time. Let's go get food, c'mon."

Hoseok

He was in his studio when Jimin came running to him "Y/n collapsed, I heard from a staff" and his eyes went wide he just hit Control S on keyboard and ran. And there he found you in the lobby held by a co-worker. "What happened?" He asked. "Nothing Hobi, I'm fine" you said. "Fine? You blacked out!" Your friend scolded you, you were trying to ask her to not say it in front of Hoseok but no use. "You didn't eat, did you?" Hoseok asked, face dark and serious, and you shook your head. He looked at his watch, 6:17pm, and he helped you up and walked towards his studio, holding you close. "When was the last time you ate?" He asked, "Don't try to lie to me". "Yesterday night" you said, you knew he was gonna scold you. "Y/n! You can't be working non-stop like that, did you even go home?" He asked and you shook a No. "You're eating all three meals with me from now on" he said. "But I have work!" You said, "Dont I? I'll come to you okay" he said as he made you sit and soon Jimin walked in with sandwiches and coffee. You knew there's no arguing past him, so you just complied.

Namjoon

"Don't skip consecutive meals" Namjoon's voice echoed inside your mind. But it's too late, you've done it. You thought you could do it, skip meals and lose some extra weight before your sister's wedding, but here you were on the floor feeling dizzy. "Please don't tell Namjoon" you pleaded your co-worker and heard a voice say "Oh it's a bit too late for that" a very familiar voice. "Y/n" you stayed silent as he sat beside you, the rest left the area to get back to their work. "Why do you insist on doing this so recklessly" Namjoon said, running his fingers through your hair. And you pouted, "When did you eat last?" He asked. "Yesterday" you said "evening" you added. He sighed, revealing a bag he has been holding all along that you didn't notice. "I brought snacks for everyone" he said to your three other team mates working in the room. "Eat" he told you.

Jimin

As soon as he saw the texts he rushed to the set, "Y/n!" He came rushing to you. "Are you okay?" He asked worry laced in his voice that is evident on his face as well. "You weren't feeling well this morning, were you?" He asked, and you shook your head. "Then why didn't you tell me? Why did you come to work" he asked and you just shrugged. "It wasn't that bad in the morning" you said. He'd pick you up and take you to a van and get you accompanied by a staff member who was told to take you to the couch of your house and then leave. "I'll be back soon" he'd say and place a kiss on your temples. And he would, you'd find him home within an hour or two. "Jimin, did you at least finish recording?" You asked. "Yeah they let me go first" he said. And he'd take care of you the whole evening making sure you're comfortable and feeling well.

Taehyung

You regretted not listening to Taehyung as soon as your head started spinning and your vision went blurry. You were lucky you didn't hit your head. You knew Taehyung was out shooting and would be out all day, so you thought it would be best if you told him later. You were leaving when you saw a staff member coming to you and asking you to go with them as they were told by Taehyung. You were taken to the set Taehyung was in and the moment he saw you he rushed to you "are you okay? Did you get hurt?" He asked. "How did you know?" You asked in shock. "You fell pretty bad, even the staff here were talking and I heard them. And he made you sit in one place for the rest of the day until he took you home.

Jungkook

He has been keeping a close eye on you, he has noticed you have been looking unwell and pale for the last 3 days. He wondered if it was just the stress of your upcoming projects, or you were sick. He made you eat with him whenever he could. So, when he got a text from the manager telling him that you had collapsed he panicked and ran full speed to your work area and literally burst in the door. "Y/n!" It was almost dramatic. He didn't even care that you two weren't public yet. He rushed to you and took you onto his lap. It wasn't serious you were already gaining back gour consciousness "Jung-" you started but he put a finger to your lips "Ssshhh. It's okay" he said giving you a smile. He would give you a lecture later though for not telling him that you had actually not been feeling well and would take care of you, but that was back at your apartment.

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Other Works

#imagines #bts x reader #bts #bangtan fanfic #bangtan #bangtan x reader #bts imagines #bangtan fluff #bts fluff #bts fanfction #boyfriend jungkook #boyfriend taehyung #boyfriend jimin #bts jung hoseok #yoongi fluff #namjoon x you #jin bts

[salmonskinrolltf]

Magic Mustache - Chapter 2

A story commissioned by @beardobession. Read chapter 1 here to learn who these two handsome gentlemen are:

Cam saw Duke at the gym the next day, too. This wasn’t a coincidence. Duke was obviously an avid gymgoer. The way his pecs strained against his T-shirts told Cam that. If he was that disciplined with his body, Cam assumed that he was just as disciplined with his schedule, and he was proven right. The original plan was to show up at the exact time that Duke did, and “run into” him in the lobby. But Cam had been full of pent-up energy all morning and ended up going to the gym an hour early. He was on the weight bench when Duke finally walked in and he felt his heart skip a beat.

He decided to play it cool and finish his set before approaching, but a shadow fell over his eyes. Duke was standing over him, smiling, his beard freshly trimmed and looking oh-so sharp. “It’s Cam, right?”

Cam re-racked the barbell. “Yeah, it is! …How did you know my name?”

Duke’s face twitched. Cam couldn’t see beyond his thick beard (nor did he want to), but he could have sworn he saw a sliver of a blush on Duke’s upper cheeks.

“I… The guy at the counter told me. You’re new here, aren’t you? Do you need a spotter? I’d be happy to work out with you.”

“I actually do! I wanted to lift more than this, but was worried I might hurt myself. Thanks, Duke!”

Duke smiled. As he got set up, he leaned in close to Cam and murmured, “I wasn’t kidding about the mustache yesterday, dude, it looks dope.”

Cam wished he had a beard to hide his own blush. Hell, he wished he had a beard in general. But he breathed an internal sigh of relief at the compliment. That morning, he had been faced with a dilemma. When he woke up, another miracle had happened. He figured the Magic Mustache’s magic would extend only to his mustache. That felt natural, he’d thought, before realizing there was nothing natural about this situation in the first place. But when he woke up, with morning wood straining against his boxers, he felt the unmistakable scrape of stubble on his chin and cheeks.

After jerking off once (OK, twice), he had decided to shave everything but the mustache. At least for today. It was rough going, as the stubble felt even thicker than when he had woken up just an hour ago, but he wanted to highlight the growth that Duke had liked, in order to see if he caught his eye again. He didn’t know how well his plan would work!

———

After a successful workout with Duke (at one point a drop of sweat had slid down Duke’s cheek and through his thick beard, plopping onto Cam’s lower thigh - he had to pretend he suddenly needed to stretch so he could wait for his boner to go away), Cam was in the locker room shrugging on a shirt when the other man emerged from a shower stall, wrapped in a towel. “Do you wanna grab a smoothie?” Duke asked.

Cam was awestruck by the sight of his bulging chest and toned abs, all covered in a dense layer of brown hair. He admired the flowering vine tattoo that snaked up the side of Duke’s firm stomach, trailing down to his hip where it vanished behind the white cotton. He wanted to see how far down it went. He… hadn’t been listening.

He snapped his dropped jaw shut and looked at Duke, summoning his most innocent expression. “What was that?”

Duke chuckled. “Let’s get a smoothie. My treat.” He threw on his clothes (the vine went all the way down his upper thigh, Cam was glad to report) and the pair headed out.

As they walked along the street, Cam lingered in front of the cigar store, staring lovingly at their wares.

“You into cigars?” asked Duke. “I partake only every once in a while, gotta keep my body clean, you know? But I can buy us a couple if you want to try them out?”

Cam could hardly believe his luck. “Y-yes, that would be great, man! Thank you! I’ll pay you back.”

Later, they strolled toward Duke’s apartment, which backed up to an alley. When they entered the alley, the cigars bulging in Duke’s back pocket, Cam made him laugh so hard that smoothie shot out of his straw and all over his front. Panicked, Cam rummaged through his shiny new gym bag (purchased yesterday once he realized he’d be going more often) for the Tide Pen he always kept handy.

“Sorry, sorry!” He leaned closer to inspect the damage, not realizing that Duke had already bent over, and their faces were now just inches apart.

Cam laughed nervously. The smell of fresh strawberries overpowered him. “There’s smoothie in your beard.”

Duke didn’t move. “Do you want a taste?”

Cam couldn’t speak. All he could muster was a nod. Then his mouth was engulfed in Duke’s, his tongue already exploring, teasing his lips open. Cam had kissed guys before. He’d felt those fireworks before. But this was something else. The internal fireworks were bright, and that felt familiar. But this was the first time he also felt the sonic boom of their explosions spread across his skin. Duke’s beard prickled against the bare skin of his chin, his mustache cushioned by Cam’s own, the strands intermingling and dancing across one another, sending tingling jolts of electricity straight through Cam’s body to his dick. He grabbed the back of Duke’s head and let the man’s tongue roll across his own, his boner stiffening and rebelling against his loose gym shorts.

As they kissed, Cam’s face began to tingle more and more. He thought this was the result of beard rash, something he’d read about and definitely wanted to experience someday. But when Duke put a gentle hand on his cheek, it rasped against stubble. His stubble was back! After just a few hours! Fuck yeah, he wasn’t gonna have any choice but to grow a beard. Cam’s boner twitched and pre-cum began to stain the front of his boxers.

In that moment, he realized something. Experimentally, he grabbed Duke’s other hand and placed it on his crotch. Duke obliged him and began to rub his hard dick, the silky texture of his boxers slipping and sliding over his shaft. Cam took both of his hands and began to run them through Duke’s beard while they kissed, enjoying the way the hair, still damp from the shower and smelling sweetly of strawberries, slid across his skin like a paintbrush.

With his right hand still half on Duke’s cheek, he reached out his thumb and touched his own cheek. With a tingle of pleasure, he realized that his stubble was indeed thickening. In fact, it couldn’t even be called stubble anymore. It was a short beard that was becoming incrementally longer, millimeter by millimeter, the hairs slightly curling as they reached greater and greater lengths.

Duke pulled back and started, staring at Cam’s face. “Cam, your beard. Do you know-“

“I know,” Cam interrupted him. “I’ve found it’s best to go with the flow on this. Please don’t worry about me, I’m loving it.”

Duke shrugged. “If you say so. Wanna come upstairs?”

Cam considered what he’d just found out. The more turned on he was, the more he thought about facial hair when he was turned on, the more his own would grow. “Fuck yeah,” he said.

Duke and Cam didn’t have full-on sex, but Cam was having enough new experiences for one day anyway. But Duke did blow him, and Cam was secretly glad that he had offered. He bunched his growing beard in one hand (it was long enough to bunch - the strands were now softening with length, becoming less like a Brillo pad and more like a field of grass, tickling his fingers as he moved) while he felt up Duke’s own beard with the other. The hairs around Duke’s lips thrilled against the skin of his cock, and he felt like he was a machine gun of precum spraying endlessly into Duke’s willing mouth.

When Duke reached up a hand to touch Cam’s chest, he paused for a moment, glancing upward, before returning to his work. Fuck! Cam hadn’t even noticed! The same pinpricks of stubble that he had found on his cheeks that morning had begun to grace his entire chest, swirling around his nipples. As he watched, they poked out even further, becoming dark, feathery flecks that made it look like he trimmed regularly. As if he would ever do that.

He felt up his own chest, enjoying the way the short hairs flicked against his hands, adding texture and dimension to every inch of skin they covered. He came without warning, sending spurt after spurt of cum into Duke’s eager, waiting mouth.

After he returned the favor, Duke showed him how to properly light a cigar and the two of them took deep puffs out on the patio. Duke had warned him that the first time he tried a cigar, he would probably hate the taste and might even burn his throat, but he felt perfectly at ease with a stogie in his hand, shooting the breeze with his gym buddy? Fuck buddy? He supposed it was both, and a glowing sense of pride suffused his body as he blew out an expert smoke ring.

————

Needless to say, Cam went back to Duke’s every day after that. They didn’t smoke again (he was thinking once a month might be the best move, but he yearned for that smoky, rich flavor to roll through him again), but they sure did everything else again. And again.

He opened his computer a few days later, running his fingers through his now luxurious chest hair, which was beginning to curl into hypnotic patterns against his skin. New stubble was now blooming across his stomach, which was already feeling tighter after so many days of strenuous workouts in a row.

A notification from Amazon popped up. “7 day review hold has elapsed. Here is your original product review for Magic Mustache. Would you like to edit or publish as-is?”

Cam clicked the “edit” button and changed the review to just one word: “Life-changing.”

SEPTEMBER

Alex dragged his suitcase into the dorm, sweating with the effort, as the summer heat hadn’t quite burned away in Boston yet. His dad had offered to help him move his stuff, but he wanted to handle it on his own. It was such a rush feeling truly independent for the first time. He just hoped his roommate was nice.

When he returned to the curb to grab the last of his stuff, he heard a whistle. He turned to see a scruffy looking redneck leaning against his rusted-out scrap heap of a car. The fuck was this guy doing here? He looked totally out of place. So disheveled and hairy and totally unkempt. Alex didn’t like the look of him one bit.

The man touched the brim of his cap and asked in a thick Southern twang, “Alex, right?”

“…yeah, I’m Alex.”

“I’m your roommate, man! Cam! Nice to meetcha.”

Cam pulled Alex into a bear hug and Alex grimaced.

“What’s the matter, Alex?”

Alex gave him another once-over and decided that, while there was plenty to be concerned about here, one thing stood out above all else.

“The beard, man. I hate beards, they make guys look all scruffy and dirty. I don’t want to invite friends over and have them think you’re going to rough them up or something. The rest I can deal with, but the beard is a no-no for me.” Alex was telling the truth. He’d always favored the clean-cut look with a fervor that bordered on religious zealotry. His own stubble grew in so thick that sometimes he’d shave twice a day to make sure he was looking fresh and worthy of his place in upper-crust social circles.

“No worries, man.” muttered Cam. “I’ve got just the thing for that.”

A razor, Alex presumed. What else could he mean?

#Mustache #Beard #Chest Hair #Magic Mustache #Commission

[sweetie-bri]

How 'Bout Now? [Giantess Growth Caption]

She was naturally very beautiful. Zoe could probably get anyone she wanted but she chose me to obsess over. Most people would call that a blessing but I just didn't feel the same way.

"How 'bout you and me-" Zoe eyed me up and down. "You know." "Sorry- I- You're not my type." I stammered out. Most women would probably be at least a little caught off guard by that. Especially one as naturally pretty as Zoe. To my surprise, she didn't skip a beat. "Just wait 'til tomorrow." She walked off, same smile on her face, and sway in her hips.

Tomorrow came and went and felt pretty normal until I saw Zoe again. My jaw slacked open. It was hard to believe it was even the same woman. Her breasts were pressing out a whole inch further than yesterday, her figure was now a much more obvious hourglass and she went from 5' 3" to 5' 6"! She came right up to me with the same smile.

"How 'bout now?" The blonde caressed my cheek with her back of her hand. In all honesty I'd never seen a woman this well endowed before in person. I had no choice but to remain silent because her transformation left me speechless. "Just wait 'til tomorrow." She whispered in my ear. Her voice was slightly more womanly? She walked off making sure to make her new hips more visible.

The next day came and I couldn't sleep, I couldn't think about anything but Zoe and what on EARTH she was gonna look like now! I didn't have to wait long. As I opened my door to leave for the day I was greeted by a 5' 9" Zoe! Almost as tall as me! Her hips were, again more accentuated & her breasts were wobbling and swaying. Clearly not wearing a bra anymore. Could she still fit a bra?

"How... 'bout... Now?" She got closer and closer, locking eyes with me. I tried so hard to maintain eye contact but I was too attracted to the rest of her to. She pressed her breasts together with her elbows.

While I expected her usual smug smile she actually looked slightly frustrated. "No response?" She finally dryly remarked. "Fine. I'm spending the night, we'll see about tomorrow."

I might have objected but she didn't even ask. I slumped my shoulders and invited her in. The day came and went and when I returned home I was greeted like the reversal of the 2nd day! With her opening the door for me in my own house!

"'Bout time!" She gripped my collar and yanked my inside playfully.

She was holding something, a bottle. Still almost entirely full, with the exception of the neck. Was THIS what she was using for overnight results?

"I've tried everything to get you to give me a chance." She snapped, pressing me into my own wall, just light enough for me to find it hot.

"Watch this!" She smiled, taking the entire bottle and turning it upside-down for a solid 4 seconds. The bottle was still more than halfway full by the time she stopped.

"3 caps full made me as big as this! I have NO IDEA what's gonna- Mmmnnn." Her grip loosened as her body rapidly inflated in every direction. I was still pinned to the wall of course but now by her colossal breasts, not her hand.

"Ohhh, yeahhh~" Zoe chuckled as she continued growing, now upwards mostly. Zoe's neck was craned down to make room for my roof as she spread her legs to leave me room to breathe.

"HOW- Mmnn 'BOUT- NnghaA! NOW?"

#giant woman #giantess #caption #sweetiebri #bri #growth #sweetie #macro #giantess growth #macrophilia #growing #giantwoman #giantess caption #growth caption #expansion

[looosey]

Lucy's Side Quest #8: How much is too much?

Motivations: I've been pretty open to y'all throughout this year that I'm interested in being in love, and finding a partner. So... I made it a goal this summer, once I got back to Boston, to go on 10 dates on Hinge (have y'all seen the 50 first dates girl on tiktok? [1]).

Method: Two weeks ago, I updated my Hinge profile to reflect more of who I am now: using photos from dance and ring ceremony, and changed the prompt answers to be much less verbose (I used to be so open to these strangers!). I took 1 week to let the algorithm soak, and then 1 week to go on actual dates. This meant, sending out a bunch of likes per day without really looking too closely at any one profile or agonizing over what to slide up with, a method I came to now that I understand more of how the world runs in Hinge [2]. The matches trickled in slowly, and I challenged myself to one standard only, which was don't be weird about this. Then, naturally some matches matriculated to texting and then to meeting up in person!

Preliminary Outcomes: I set up three dates early on this week and just went out without too much thought. The first guy was fun to talk to and cute, and the second guy matched me on a more fundamental creative level. They were both new to Boston this summer. Both dates were on Commonwealth avenue, and consisted of eating then walking around Boston in the nighttime afterwards.

Both dates ended well, and left me feeling happy! Objectively, they were definitely better Hinge dates than the ones I had in February this year. Yet, I was not so eager to the point that I couldn't wait to see them again.

The third date! Though! Was yesterday. It was so strange in a good way. Even while texting this guy last week, I had a good gut feeling about him, like I knew could be myself. Maybe because he went to school in Texas? And having set up three dates, and knowing he was the last one, I felt the most excited about him. Thus, subconsciously, I saved the best date course(?) for this one, which was, instead of just getting coffee or lunch, go to a bunch of Sunday markets in Boston Southend and a supposed Little Italy festival in North end.

And I was right! Almost immediately, when I saw him, I felt a sense of comfort and a happy buzz? The date went so well, and Boston was being so lovely for us, including North end and the esplanade. And I'll skip the details, but I think I like him quite a bit, and it's strange to be on the other end again of this dynamic.

I remember two of the guys I considered seeing this year, and how often they wanted to meet up, so quick so soon. They were very clearly into me, and I didn't know it yet, but I know retrospectively, I wasn't as into them. And so now, I'm on the other end, and I don't want to scare him off, because duh, I'm interested in him, and thus I'm much more careful.

Thus, how much is too much? How do you show enough interest while respecting boundaries, and sharing a pace that works for both people? Texting, meeting up, doing acts of service for guys, inviting him to other things?

Or do I have to learn to play The Game? And resist the urge to show my feelings completely?

References:

[1] the 50 first dates https://www.tiktok.com/@hannahzaslawski/video/7263401638700780801

[2] Analyzing hinge and best use cases.

#hinge #modern love #romance #dating advice #lucys side quest

[dragonsnips]

Godzilla Minus One Review/Possible Spoilers

So I just saw Godzilla Minus One yesterday with my brother. And I have to say, it’s has to be one of my brand new favorite Godzilla movie of all time. This movie is really good, go watch it if you haven’t seen it.

No Spoilers-

So I’m breaking this review down into two sections so here we go. This is not spoiling the movie. I have to say this movie brought me feelings that I haven’t felt with any other Godzilla movie. Not even the very first Godzilla movie, 1954. Which is so strange to me because I love Gojira. That’s one of my favorite movie and it was on the number one spot for my favorite movie for a very long time. Till this movie came out and put Gojira down to number 2. I have never, found myself getting attach to any of the human characters, in a Godzilla movie for that matter. Sure, there are some humans characters I did like in Godzilla’s movies, but never attach. I was routing for these character to live, and have a happy life. I loved all of them, they quickly became all my favorite characters. Even Characters that appeared around the end of the movie started becoming my favorite. What’s going on? Do I feel ok? Why has a Godzilla movie did this to me. As for Godzilla…….Godzilla is terrifying. And I’m not just saying that. This is a movie where I was scared of Godzilla. And I love Godzilla, been watching Godzilla my entire life. Have pretty much all of the classic Godzilla movie. I’ve seen all of Godzilla movie. And Godzilla was menacing in most Godzilla films. Even, I hate to say this, but even Gojira wasn’t really that scary. Don’t get me wrong, Gojira is a classic, and it dose have some intense scene. And I did find myself getting scared of Godzilla, but not as much as I did with Godzilla Minus one Godzilla. The way Godzilla minus one moved, and acted. He was like an on stoppable force of nature. Nothing could stop this guy. And the way he destroy things,(ok that just me liking monster movies). It was how they build this Godzilla to make him stand out. He look like classic Godzilla, which I’ll talk about later. He didn’t look like Shin Godzilla, I have feeling about that movie, but I’m not taking about Shin. I’m talking about Godzilla minus one. Godzilla look pretty much normal, but he’s still scary. But beside Godzilla being scary and getting attach to human character. This movie felt like an old classic Godzilla, but in a good way. I felt like I was watching the 1954 movie all over again, but this time for modern audience. (Wonder how people felt when they saw Godzilla back in 1954). It had reference to Godzilla in the pass while bringing new things to the table. (However there are a few things I didn’t like about this movie, but I’ll get to those later.) I went into this movie, expecting a lot of things, and came out getting more than I wanted.

Possible Spoiler-

Now we’re getting into spoiler part. If you haven’t seen Godzilla Minus One.

Skip this Part!!!

If your find with Spoilers, or have seen the movie already. Let’s get Started. I don’t want to go into to much depth so I’ll just brake things down to some of my favorite scene. The ending, yes I’m talking about the ending because it’s one of my favorite moment. And that plot twist at the end. I won’t say much about it, but you’ll be very happy with the plot twist. And when Godzilla first showed up in Tokyo, it was Gojira all over again, and when Koichi lost Noriko, it broke my heart to see him sad and alone again. And how Koichi had made new friends on a boat to deal with bombs. His friends are cap, kid and doc. Those are the nickname they all had, but you all are going to love them all. And how Kid came in and help everyone with Godzilla…..🥹

Ok, I know that part is really short, but I’ll be there all day and I don’t want to spoil the movie for anybody. Now I getting down to what I don’t like about the movie. This should be short because there isn’t a lot a hate about this movie. The first thing is, well I was hoping for a more of a build up to Godzilla. Like we did with Gojira. But that just a minus…..get it….. minus. I’ll be going 🥲. And I don’t know if I’m the only one here, but I don’t really like how Godzilla’s spines are coming out of his back like that, whenever he charge up his atomic breath. Don’t get me wrong, I love his new atomic breath. I just don’t really like the spine coming outward whenever he charge up his beam. It just look silly on him. And last, I wish there was more destruction. Silly right? Asking for more building getting destroyed in a Godzilla movie that’s already good enough. Yes, I’m asking Al that because I was hoping for like Godzilla to destroy Tokyo a second time, like he did in Gojira. But I’m still happy with what we got. I just wish for more destruction.

And there you have it, a review on Godzilla Minus One. Well, this is more of a my opinion of the movie. I don’t normally do this type of things, but I wanted to get out what I thought about Godzilla minus one. Tell me guys what you’re thoughts on the movie was. And what your top 5 favorite Godzilla movies.

Here’s mine.

1.Godzilla Minus One

2.Gojria 1954

3.Godzilla vs Biollante

4.Godzilla Against Megagodzilla

5. Godzilla King of the Monster 2019

#godzilla minus 1 #godzilla fandom #godzilla minus one #godzilla movies #godzilla #godzilla au #movies #movie review

[heyheycaitalin]

Yesterday I noticed I had a slight unibrow situation starting. So I did as I normally do and shaved the hairs between my eyebrows. But I went too far over and accidentally shaved part of my eyebrow.

So I panicked and tried to get the other one to match. Bad idea. I made it worse.

So I got some brown eyeshadow and tried filling it in. Worse. I don't know how to do my brows, it looked crazy. It's too light for my natural eyebrows.

So I got some mascara. Worse. I don't have any dark brown mascara, I only have black.

I needed to leave for work RIGHT THEN so I washed it off and prayed. I told my husband what happened and asked if it looked crazy. He couldn't tell a difference. I knew he was either lying or unobservant. I just prayed everyone I would see that day has a similar observance. level as him.

Hopefully no one irl knows this but I have a slight crush on my manager. It's nothing serious enough for me to leave my husband or risk either of our jobs over. I've accepted the numerous reasons why it can never and will never happen, and any thought otherwise is the delusion talking.

So anyway, the whole drive to work I'm thinking "Maybe he won't be there today. Maybe there is a God and he won't be there today. For the first and only time in my life, I don't want to see that man today".

He was there, closing with me. And the team lead who was supposed to close got called in early and had to leave at 5. So I'm covering the frontend team lead. I hoped I'd be able to hide on a register or self checkout and only see him in passing, but no. He even stayed later than he normally does to help me out.

And you know who else I saw yesterday? HIS SISTER! HE INTRODUCED HIS SISTER TO ME. His sister drove over from college to see him at work and he introduced us.

If I can speak directly to God right now, ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME. His sister??! HIS 👏SISTER👏???!!!! I know that's not super dramatic like his parents or grandma BUT STILL.

Oh, AND! THAT WAS ALSO THE ONE DAY I SKIPPED TAKING A SHOWER BEFORE WORK. I've been so good about showering every work day and had that routine going for a few weeks. But that day I just slept too late and didnt feel like it. I still put on deodorant and perfume and brushed my teeth twice before I left the house. I put a bunch of gel in my hair to fight the frizziness and weird baby hairs. But I don't know how strong all of that was after working for 7 hours.

#personal #omg its over but im still so stressed and embarrassed #if his parents or grandparents actually show up one day i might combust #its not happening #i know nothings gonna happen #but i still dont want to look like a crazy person in front of him and his family #honestly i need to learn how to do my brows #but gradually so no one really notices you know?

[emcant]

Pigeon metaphor II

Big realization in therapy... I think. Prepare to be traumadumped.

At one of my first doctor's appointments after I moved out, they asked me how I was treating my asthma. I said ???? I don't have asthma. They said ???? yes you do, at least take a rescue inhaler. I did, and didn't really know what to do with it, but found it made climbing hills easier.

A decade and a daily prescription later, my boyfriend and I went on a hike with another friend in the parks service. I spent the entire time waiting for it to suck, knowing inherently that I hate hiking. It never did; it was, in fact, the best hike I've ever been on. Some weeks later, I realized that I was actually expecting to have trouble breathing. I was waiting to rotate between feeling winded, chemically burned, and as though I'd been stabbed... which sucks. Many of my friends have invited me on hikes over the years, and I've always turned them down. I texted all of them to apologize. I was mistaken: asthma sucks. Hiking is awesome.

One of the last conversations I had with my mother was after that first diagnosis. I asked her if she knew, and she confirmed that she found out when I was five, "but your dad didn't want an asthmatic child", and immediately changed the subject. First of all, my dad is more asthmatic than I am; I can see him saying not that verbatim, but something similar in the vein of "I wouldn't want my child to go through what I went through". Second, that's just too goddamn bad: he got one. They both did. I think there was an implied "and that's why he left" in there, which is hilarious in its own way. She was the one to move out of state, and thought I'd buy that at 20.

My mother doesn't like children. They're generally too loud for her, and she raised me more like a doll instead: virtually never heard and only seen on her terms. She kept me out of sports and blamed the expense, and would bark at me if she ever caught me running, skipping, jumping rope, etc. I used to assume that those were all too noisy, but now I'm thinking she was keeping me from overexerting myself into an asthma attack. She didn't have to worry too much. Until that rescue inhaler, I was unable to take more than ten running steps without feeling like my insides had been dipped in chlorine. I assumed that this was normal, and that something was wrong with me for being unable to work through it.

I have no idea why my dad and stepmom also seemed to believe this at face value, with my mother already having a track record of medical neglect. Middle school was a particular kind of hell for me because the presidential fitness tests came around, along with the mile run that I didn't know was actively endangering me. Naturally I failed it a lot but eventually managed to pass despite the searing pain through my chest, generally needing to lie down for ages afterward to fully regain my breath. My dad and stepmom were proud to "finally" see me getting active. (Every time I tell this story in real life, I catch myself raising my voice right about here.)

Point being, I think my mom's position was to keep me in the dark about things that would hurt me... but hurt is inevitable. If I came to her injured in some way, she'd punish me, frustrated, I think, that I made her look bad. If you didn't know what fire was, of course you'd want to touch it, and she resented having to treat me for burns after switching to a fully electric kitchen, if you will. But life demands that adults learn to feed themselves, and hot food satisfies like nothing else.

Anyway, the pigeon. We hadn't seen it for about a month. My boss has had something similar happen before: occasionally, he says, they decide that a building is theirs now. It came in three times in two days last month and made its triumphant return yesterday. No one saw it get in, but I was the one to get it back out, again.

Picture me on top of a ladder trying to corner a frightened bird with a broom on one side and a shopping basket on the other, thinking pretty extensively about whether I could rescue it instead. Suppose I brought it home and released it here? Seven miles away, next to a different shopping center with all the trash it could eat. Maybe it would be disoriented for a while, but surely it couldn't be worse than the sporadic bouts of head trauma from flying squarely at the store windows. Best of all, I'd be assured that animal control wouldn't hurt it, which is my biggest concern.

Boyfriend said that would be sort of cruel: that seven mile trip would be pretty awful for it. I said surely it wouldn't know the difference? - and felt a chill up my spine.

I've handled this bird more than once now, and can recognize it at a fair distance. (Its wings have a pretty even black/white feather distribution, except for a big black spot on the right.) Today it was hanging out across the street from the store with five or six friends, feathers all cleaned up after the mess it made of them yesterday. Seeing it in a new environment felt great. It doesn't do so well alone, and has a particularly bad time when it feels trapped, but it blends in seamlessly, painlessly, among its peers.

That's all that any of us could hope for, I think.

#tw mommy issues #tw child abuse mention #cw mom mention #cw child abuse mention #and that's why i don't have kids

[troubleabroad]

HIGHRISE

We checked out of our night stay at the lovely Moderne Hotel (Humble brag showing off the name of the hotel), and they were kind enough to store our luggage for as long as we needed so we could explore this part of town before we moved down to our second stop on our New York residency.

Being such a nice day out, we went up to central park to cut a few laps and meet the fans that had come out to see us. On the way we saw a bunch of long boarders, bike riders, electric scooters and a range of other modes of ride on transport all hurling through the streets of new york. Not stopping for anything either. Pedestrians, cars, other riders, police. Basically if something was in their way, it had to move. Only one guy crashed into a car, which was his fault, but he still managed to tell the driver off for it. Gotta love that new york attitude

We managed to make it through the battlefield and into central park. It was great to see so many people had come out to see us, thankfully all the people respected our space and didn’t come up for any autographs. After walking a few laps and taking in all the sights of the park it was time for some sustenance. And what better way to fuel your body than with a street side hotdog! Something about the risk of poor food handling practices really brings out the dogs flavour. We finished up in the park and headed back towards the hotel. As you could imagine, a single small hotdog does not fuel you for long (Im shocked), so we needed another form of New York cuisine to try fix that. Bagel time!!

We found a classic bagel place not too far from the hotel, so stopped in and somehow managed to get the words out to place our order. The thing with new york is, they want everything yesterday. No time to stop and think. It needs to be done now. and even then its taking too long. But we managed, and here we were diving into a couple of bagels. Buggalugs the pesto chicken, the traditional lox for myself. For the uncultured swine, lox is smoked salmon, creme cheese, capers, red onion all served on a delicious bagel. Because I’m from Melbourne i added avocado to mine, cos id rather avocado than homeownership. After the feast, it was off to collect out bags and head to our new venue for the rest of our new york stay. A short ride took us to the area known as Chelsea. And no, its not a small suburb on nepean highway, rather a trendy suburb with luxury high-rises. One of which we will call home. We go to the apartment, and walked in like we owned the joint (we DO NOT own the joint), and as cool as we thought we played it, the doormen had a couple of questions for us. We answered correctly, so were on our way to the 28th floor and to check out the views that we had. Its hands down the nicest place I’ve ever stayed. And ive stayed in many a best western! We got settled in the apartment, and caught up on some much needed laundry. Thankfully being a very large apartment building, their machines were well equiped to handle the two peoples worth comfortably. After washing and organising, it was time for dinner. Thanks to a strike of luck, we are staying only 2 blocks from where Geoff & I stayed on our trip to new york many moons ago. So again, local knowledge was very handy. Knowing of a decent new york pizza place nearby, we went to check it out. Thus completing the trifecta of new york cuisine in a day, Hot dog. Tick Bagel. Tick New York Slice. Tick.  After a couple of slices anda soda, we went for a walk through Chelsea and found a speakeasy. Through a secret door, we were now in a classic gin based speakeasy in the heart of chelsea, New York. It was quite a fancy establishment, think gin palace back home but with more of a up beat vibe than lounge. We sipped on a few cocktails, and after so much liquid nature called so it was off to the mens room. Now, you may think this is too much information. Who wants to know that I’m going to pee? Well there’s a story attached. So put up, or, skip ahead. I don’t really mind. So off i go to said bathroom, where there is a man waiting there. A man who opens the bathroom doors for you, turns on the taps to the right temperature to wash your hands when you’ve finished your business, gives you soap, hand towels, mint if you need it and all he asks for in return is a solitary dollar. So i basically paid a dollar to go pee. If i knew i had to pay i would have gone for longer and got more bang for my buck. I must add, that said man is actually an employee, he’s not just some dude hanging out in the toilet. But if he is, credit to him, he got me. We left the speakeasy and headed back to chateau chelsea for the night. What ever we thought of the view in the daylight hours is nothing compared to the night-time view from the room. Tomorrow we tackle the chelsea market, highline park land and hopefully a broadway show. **UPDATE** The various “boarding” people through the city were taking part in something called the broadway bomb. ITs basically an illegal race the length of broadway once a year. Hence the lack of safety protocols.

[calyxaomphalos]

The Ghosts of Windy Ridge

Turn #99, three components

location #17 - Windy Ridge State Park (6) neighbor #4 - Cho (4) item #17 - gives me hope

Again with skipping the item, but I still felt reasonably good about the scene.

Turn #100 is a summary of the day

25 April 2022, Monday Evening

I went back to the cabin and had a small dinner, then thought I wanted to be somewhere with an expansive natural view for the sunset. I'd been thinking about what Zeb said, how most folks around here haven't been paying attention to what's been happening in politics. Maybe Hank's thing this Thursday will educate a few people. If I run into him before the gathering, I might have a few ideas and suggestions.

The sunset was calling, though, so I put my dishes in the sink for later and headed out to the Windy Ridge State Park. I wanted a view and a walk around, but climbing the Cloudbreak Mound seemed a bit much for right now. Part of me wanted to stop at the Mound anyway, because I'd have a good chance of running into Cho there. I hadn't seen Cho since last Thursday evening's gathering, Dani's magician show. She had seemed alright then, but it was only a few hours since I'd found her mysteriously incapacitated on the floor of Foras' lair.

Arriving at the park's main gate, there again was no ranger in the kiosk. I drove down the lane to the first parking area, parked my car and grabbed a pen, just in case. A short stroll back to the ranger kiosk was filled with the scents and sounds of a fine spring evening. A fresh supply of payment envelopes had been put into the display. I needn't had brought my pen, as a small cup here held several.

After I made my payment to the iron ranger, I went back to the car and grabbed a few things out of the trunk. It was nice now, but after the sun goes down, I'll want another layer. Then of course is the handy picnic basket with a ground cloth, a water bottle or two and some snacks. I buttoned up the car and then headed out on the walking trail which was the other end of the trail I'd climbed up and found those Alchemy playing cards with the help of Black Shuck.

I hadn't gone but a few yards down the trail from the parking lot when I saw someone coming the other way. Smiling and waving, I called out, "Yo, Cho!"

"Hey, Rennie!" Cho laughed as she approached. "Fancy meeting you here!"

The few steps between us closed quickly and we met in an embrace. "I've been worried about you," I said. "Everything alright?"

Cho let go of me and sighed. "Yeah, yeah. Things are OK. You haven't said anything to anyone about that afternoon, right?"

"No, of course not. Not even any word to Foras when I encountered him in the Great Hall the very next evening." Cho's eyes went wide at this revelation. I went on, "He's given me an ultimatum. I have to be gone by the end of the month."

"Oh, Rennie, what have we gotten ourselves into?"

By an unspoken agreement, we'd continued walking down the trail, away from the parking lot and toward the direction from which Cho had come.

"I talked to Mo yesterday," I started. "I'm afraid if Foras finds out I've talked to Mo since the last time I've seen him, he'll force me out of town. I still haven't found out all I need to know from Mo. I've got some papers of his that I checked out of the library at the Academy. I'm hoping that by the next time Mo makes contact with me, I'll have the right questions to ask him in order to get those answers."

Cho and I took a few more steps down the trail in silence. The sun was well on its way down now and the clouds were beginning to turn brilliant orange and red.

"I wanna thank you, Rennie. For not prying. You haven't even tried to ask me anything beyond how I am doing now. I appreciate it. Really."

"Relationships with spirits can be complicated. It's not my place to ask you anything about it. If you decide you want or need to tell me anything about it, you will, in your own time."

25 April 2022, Monday Night

It was fairly late by the time I got back to the cabin but I wanted to clean up my dinner dishes before turning in for the night. My day had started with a visit out to the Thompson Gap Mine. It was deserted. I wandered around the site for an hour or two and found nothing. I hadn't felt the presence of any spirits at all, either, other than the trees and rocks and wind.

My next stop of the day had been to the Great Hall to find out the topic of the upcoming Thursday evening gathering. Honestly, I'm kind of looking forward to it. Hank is doing a presentation on "The Insurrection at the Capitol on January 6th" and given the phrasing of the title, I imagine he's on the right side of democracy here. I only hope that the rest of the townsfolk are as well.

The evening sunset which had me rushing out leaving the dishes in the sink in the first place turned out to be a surprising encounter with Cho. If I'd tried to deliberately seek her out, I would have gone out to Cloudbreak Mound. That she was at the State Park instead and I'd just randomly decided to go there seemed like someone was on our side.

With the dishes done, I turned to the volumes of papers I'd checked out from the Academy library.

#the ghosts of windy ridge #writeblr #nanowrimo #over the mountain

[sadie-goode-misk]

My dream today picked up right where yesterday's left off, which in of itself is strange. Usually there's a bit of a time skip, but not today.

I was back in the woman's home, with Those Things behind me, just as the door was closing. I tripped (probably lost control between yesterday and today's dreams) and fell onto her rug. She helped me up and soothed the rug burn on my knees and told me the Night Gaunts don't come inside the buildings if they know what's good for them.

I asked why they were chasing me, and she said she didn't know me well enough to guess. Fair enough, I suppose. She was looking down at me like I was an interesting bug under a microscope, and I shrunk down a little. I used to hate mom's checkups, and there was something about the way she looked at me... The scrutiny was familiar and not in a good way.

"What?" I asked, trying to seem more curious than confrontational. "You're very hard to find, you know." she said, tilting her head to one side. "Why are you so hard to find?"

Whatever I had expected to hear, it wasn't that. "I'm not sure. I suppose because I don't know where I am half the time, so if I don't know where I am, how could you know?" I said, and I saw the amusement in her eyes. "Clever little pawn. The Night Gaunts won't come for you again." she said, and my eyes went wide. I could feel myself start to wake up, but I clung to my Dreaming state as fiercely as I could.

"Wait! Who are you? Why am I a pawn?" I asked, but she just shook her head. "You aren't ready to know that, child. Don't fight your nature, I'll find you again."

Then, as you could probably guess, I woke up, and much earlier than I normally do.

#dreams #arkham or bust

[st4rrg1rll]

05.23.22

it’s only 7:30 so it’s a little early to do a daily reflection but i’m sooo bored and felt like writing.

today was good, i overslept again and woke up at 11:30. i wasn’t oversleeping when i was at katie’s really which makes me all the more frustrated that i overslept. im so excited to move out of this apartment, and to have a job to wake up at a normal time for every day. not that i don’t love babysitting, because you know i do, more than anything, but not having to be up until 1:30pm at the latest makes it way too easy to set another hour alarm. though i know the lack of self-discipline is my own fault, lol. there’s just nothing to do! at least it helps curb overeating (because i skip breakfast when i sleep past 11) or over-anything-ing else.

i woke up at 11:30 because i had to meet alex for lunch at dad’s house. he’s finally secured that him and kyle will take over dad’s lease! which is great! we went to zac’s hamburgers, which was pretty good, but overpriced imo. $18 for two cheeseburgers and some fries! i’d expect that at five guys, but who tf is zac’s hamburgers lol. but anyway, then i filled out and signed my lease stuff and paid the first month and security for my new apartment!! i’m so excited!! i can’t wait to move!! only one week 😁😁 i’ve been packing non-stop. even as soon as i got home from katie’s yesterday i resumed putting things into boxes.

i have a good amount of things that need to get done before i move, though. i need to do laundry. maybe i could do it thursday at dads for free. i need to get my oil changed. i need to give dad this jacket back and brennaugh this ball. i need to clean my car lol, including the back. i need to pick up that nature’s miracle stuff and big trash bags. i guess i could do it all thursday. well that makes me feel better.

after i filled out the stuff i needed to, alex and i went to rita’s and we talked about our childhood in the car. i finally escaped feeling like he shuts me down every time i try to talk about it, and we had a good conversation, and nobody cried. it was about aunt maire and me telling her. then i dropped him back off at home at 3 and went to pick up miriam from school, she had to stay late today to do a physics lab. i started reading on of the books i got from the library while i was there. it’s a really sweet and meaningful poetry book about motherhood and adult life and “settling down,” it’s honestly so touching. i wanted to read more of it now but i left it in the car on accident, and i’m too lazy to go get it, but at least i’ll have it tomorrow lol. after i picked miriam up, i went in with her to talk to rebecca about dinner and groceries. we laughed about josh putting all of his groceries on the list even though he was only home for like a week, maybe less, while rebecca deleted them. then i went to the grocery store.

to be entirely transparent, on the way to the store, i contemplated texting josh. only to wish him a good summer semester and express my support, not to start a conversation, as much as i would like to talk to him. i told myself at the light at the intersection that i would do it if i saw a sign, and the sign would be seeing repeating 1s in the grocery store specifically. i always see 11:11 and 1:11 that’s why i picked it. i totally forgot about it until i was checking out, for no reason i had put in my giant card before i started scanning, which i never do, and when i scanned the package of raw chicken, i looked at the screen, which i also almost never do, and there it was. bonus card discount: -1.11, in bold red letters across the screen. so i figured maybe josh needs some encouragement after all, if the universe is saying so.

like i said, i didnt send it to start a conversation, just to express my good wishes and care, but maybe he will start a conversation with me. maybe he’ll want to know what i’m doing this summer.

i’m trying not to think so much about it. which includes forbidding myself to go back and re-read my text sixty times so i can overthink it. trying not to do that, and to stop roping josh into my insecurities. setting boundaries with myself regarding my feelings for him all together.

after i dropped off the groceries, i drove home, and here i am. we don’t really have anything to eat for dinner, so i had some bread from the farmers market and butter, which tastes so much better after its sat out for a little while and has gotten soft.

other than that, i’ve just been on my phone on tumblr or tending to tallulah in one way or another. a very calm day. kat is over with langston. i tried to sell them on getting pizza but they didn’t seem interested, but i think i might bring it up again LOL.

#05.23.22 #journal

[heavenlybarnesss]

My Eternal

Pairing: Druig x reader

Summary: Druig walks in on you during a little fit of nostalgia.

Warnings: A little bit of smut, but mostly fluff & fun with the enemies to lovers trope, which I’m obsessed with 🧚🏻‍♀️ Also slight spoilers! Nothing too bad but I just wanted to throw it out there

Author’s Note: I literally only saw Eternals yesterday and I couldn’t help myself. This idea has been bubbling and brewing since I listened to “You Oughta Know” this morning when getting coffee and I got to typing asap. The world needs more Druig fics, it has to be done. Happy reading! 📚

You walked into the bedroom, the dust on the window sill proving just how long you’d been away. Sure, every so often you would visit Makkari and bring her little trinkets and staples of the decade you were in. But each time you came you’d only stay for the span of a few hours, never long enough to have to sleep in your old bed. You placed your hand on the white duvet cover, smoothing out any wrinkles lingering on the cotton surface. You turned to sit down, the long rusted bed springs creaking beneath you. You felt something hard on your backside. You peeled back the duvet cover and smiled. It was the portable CD player you had brought and misplaced when you last visited the ship.

You picked it up and clicked it open, revealing none other than an old Alanis Morissette CD. You laughed quietly to yourself, reminiscing about all the times you screamed the lyrics aloud to yourself in your car. You had gotten accustomed to the mortals and their taste in music, so to say you were heartbroken when you’d lost it was an understatement. You looked around, making sure nobody was near before you untangled the headphones and placed them over your ears. You skipped to track number two, and pressed play. You closed your eyes and let the nostalgic words flood your brain. “I want you to know, that I am happy for you. I wish nothing but the best for you both.” You bobbed your head up and down as the lyrics came back to your memory, until eventually you felt confident enough to sing along.

“And older version of me, is she perverted like me? Would she go down on you in a theater?” you sang, not realizing just how loud you were being. “Does she speak eloquently, and would she have your baby? I’m sure she’d make a really excellent mother!” You were lost in the music as your hips swayed along to the beat. You had removed your jacket, tossing it on the bed and dancing shamelessly around the room. Little did you know, Druig had been watching from the doorway, captivated by your free spirit and your intoxicating movements. You were a ray of light, casting your beams onto his dark and brooding nature. He had a soft spot for you, his beautiful, beautiful Y/n.

“And I’m here, to remind youuu of the mess you left when you went away! It’s not faaair to deny me of the - oh my god! Druig!” you screamed, clutching your chest. “What the hell, how long have you been standing there?” you asked, your cheeks flush with embarrassment.

“Oh, just long enough to hear you admit you’re perverted. I always knew you thought about me naked from time to time, Y/n,” he replied cockily. You rolled your eyes, smacking his shoulder.

“Oh please Druig, I can assure you that’s not a thought I want swimming around in my head,” you shot back. Sure, it was a total lie. But he didn’t need to know that. There was a time or two when showering after battle that you’d caught a glimpse of his sculpted physique. More than once he’d caught you staring, smirking as you looked away suddenly. You were certain he would bring it up it front of the other Eternals, but he surprisingly never did.

“And going down in the theater? Well I didn’t know you could be so nasty, m’lady. I quite like this side of you.” You turned back to face him, your eyes like cold daggers.

“Don’t you have something better to do than watch me dance in the privacy of my own room?”

“Well I suppose so. But Ikaris isn’t as fun to look at, and not nearly as pretty.” Your cheeks grew hot once again, and for a reason besides embarrassment this time. Druig stepped towards you, his slender fingers moving a stray hair away from your face. He tucked it gently behind your ear, allowing his thumb to linger on the supple skin of your cheek.

“Careful, I might have to tell him you said that,” you whispered.

“As much I love seeing Ikaris all bent out of shape, I’d much rather look at you. I could watch you dance forever, pretty girl,” he whispered. His hand left your cheek and ghosted down the length of your bare arm. Goosebumps soon covered the skin his fingers danced upon. “It’s been centuries since I last saw you, and you’re still as breathtaking as the day we departed.”

“And you’re still just as full of yourself,” you smiled. He smiled back, pressing his forehead to yours. Your noses touched as you closed your eyes, breathing in the scent of your sweet Druig. He smelled earthy and masculine, a scent you’ve searched for a hundred lifetimes. He soon pulled away, his hands finding their way around your waist. He leaned in, his cool breath fanning over you as his plump lips hovered over yours. You moved your head to close the space between the two of you.

Your lips met his, first delicately and then passionately. There was a hunger within both of you that had laid dormant for centuries. You craved one another, your kiss a desperate mess of teeth and tongue. Your hands tugged at Druig’s soft locks, his grasping roughly at the flesh of your hips, thighs, and backside.

“I love you,” he said feverishly between kisses. You stopped, blinking as if to make sure you heard him correctly. His eyes widened, worried you might not feel as strongly as he did.

“You love me?”

“My dear Y/n, can’t you see that my heart beats only for you? Like us, my love for you is eternal. Not a day went by that I didn’t imagine you showing up at my doorstep in the middle of the night, asking if you could stay with me for the rest of time. Every night for years, you’d visit me only in my dreams. And every morning I’d wake up disappointed that it was all a figment of my imagination.” He caressed your hair, letting his fingers run through the tangles carefully. He leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“I love you Druig. I’ve missed you as well. There were so many sleepless nights where I’d just pace around the house, praying you’d show up out of the blue. You can imagine my disappointment when Sersi, Sprite, and Ikaris showed up on my doorstep and you had yet to be found. For a second I was afraid you’d declined to come with us.”

“Oh trust me, my darling. Any battle you’re fighting is a battle I’m showing up for. Someone’s got to protect you.”

“You know I’m perfectly capable of handling myself. I don’t need you to fight for me.”

“No of course, my love. I know you can hold your own, and I love that about you. You kick all the ass you want, I’ll just be there if you need backup.” You giggled, reconnecting your lips.

“You know, I was thinking -“ you started.

“Oh no, that can’t be good,” Druig cut you off, pressing a swift kiss to your cheek.

“Shut up!” you squealed, shoving him away from you. He laughed, grabbing your waist and pulling you back towards him.

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding.” he said between placing wet kisses all over your face.

“I was thinking about how after we stop the formation of the celestial, we’ll have nothing but time to catch up.” You raised your eyebrows mischievously at Druig, who in return smirked back at you.

“Oh is that so? Because I was actually just thinking I’d head back to the Amazon alone, you know?” I think it’s what’s best.” Your expression faltered, your smile fading.

“Oh, I just thought - you know, maybe it’s too soon, so I shouldn’t have even -“ Druig placed his hand on the back of your neck, kissing you intensely while using his other hand to guide you to your bed. He laid you back, ensuring not to break the kiss while your head hit the mattress.

“I’m only kidding, my beloved. Of course I want you to come back with me. Please. Say you’ll come home with me, darling.”

“I want to come home with you, Druig. Home is wherever you are. Take me with you.”

“My beautiful, beautiful Y/n. Oh, how I’ve missed you.” You sat up, pulling at his shirt as your mouths fought for dominance once more. He slipped his hand beneath your blouse, kneading your breast. He hummed in appreciation at the feeling, for his eyes had always lingered when you wore a low cut top.

“Oh my - oh my god! You guys, please! This is a communal space and we’re all here. Come on!” Kingo yelled. “No, no Karun. Do not film that, that is called pornography. Give me the camera!” Druig being ever the gentleman, covered you with a blanket before letting Kingo have it.

“Aye, Kingo! Get the hell out of here! Go film your stupid documentary someplace else!” He even went so far as to remove his boot and throw it at him.

“Alright, alright! Geesh.” Kingo replied.

“Give me one second, yeah?” You nodded your head, smiling as Druig got up to shut the door and lock it behind him. He walked back and leaned down to hover over you. “Now, where were we?” he winked, leaning down to finish what the two of you had started.

“I adore you, Druig.”

“And I adore you, my love. Perverted or not.” You erupted with laughter, for you never grew tired of Druig’s wholesome teasing.

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