WILD NIGHTS - WILD NIGHTS! | JJ MAYBANK
Summary: JJ decides to take you on an unusual date, and maybe you should've known that with him you could possibly end the night running away from security.
Warnings: nothing to do with the poem except for the title and i thought it'd be a great way to cut the scenes with lmao, also quickly edited, wanted to write more but also wanted to post this today. fem!reader.
Wc: 1.5k
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Wild nights - Wild nights!
Were I with thee
Wild nights should be
Our luxury!
Your feet met the slippery grass with a thud, making you slightly lose your balance but quickly adjusting your footing back as soon as his hands touched yours.
"Where are we going?" you asked, hands pulling at the sleeves of your sweater trying to find warmth within. "I'm not complaining but i'd rather stay under my warm and soft blankets, y'know"
"it's worth it, i promise." he whispered even though there was no need to. Your parents were gone for a week, letting you by yourself while they visited some distant family member who you've never really met. "now c'mon"
his right hand closed around yours, pulling your arm and bringing you with him to the parked van on the other side of the street.
"jj" you whined, sounding too much like a child but too cold to really care.
"it's warm in the van"
You hummed, still dreaming about your comfortable bed.
Yesterday you had agreed to go on a date with jj - your first official date - but it didn't cross your mind to check the weather. How would you have guessed tonight would be as freezing as the inside of a freezer, when just yesterday night you were wearing a bikini and chilling in JB's backyard with the rest of your friends, relaxing in the warmth of the night.
However, the weather betrayed you, and decided to suddenly change drastically on the exact day you and jj decided would be your date night.
"Ohmygod." You exhaled a breath of relief, relishing in the slightly warmer atmosphere of the van.
After a few moments of staring and smiling like a fool in love, jj started the van.
Futile - the winds -
To a Heart in port -
Done with the Compass -
Done with the Chart!
"That's our date?"
"C'mon baby! A kook's pool all to ourselves? It's the dream!" "They have a heat pump!" His eyebrows wiggled and you stared, not really sold
"No" you shook your head "no no no- jj, if we get caught we're screwed."
"Yeah but we won't."
"And how are you so sure?"
"The cameras stopped working after the storm last week and they haven't changed them yet" he spoke matter of factly "plus, there's no one taking care of the house, they're basically asking for it" you deadpanned and he smirked.
Typical jj behavior, you thought to yourself, should've expected it.
How on earth did you fall for this reckless boy?
"Hey, be fun at least once in your life." He said, poking your side with his index finger
"Excuse me, i am fun."
"Keep telling yourself that." He mumbled and you huffed a laugh, eyeing him up and down
"If the cops get us-" you started saying, slowly getting closer to him "i'll throw you to the lions and run as fast as i can"
"Deal!" He exchanged his arm, a cocky grin on his face
After jumping over the gate with jj's help you waited for him to do the same, eyes traveling around the huge backyard. You've never seen a pool so big in your life. Its was probably the size of your house.
"Those kooks, man." You muttered as jj appeared beside you.
"Yeah." He said, also taking a moment to look around the whole place.
"How did you know about this?"
"I cut their grass last week" he shrugged, "heard someone talking about the security cameras not working."
"Oh so then you decided it'd be a good idea to just… break in?"
"Yes." He said casually.
You rolled your eyes, but followed him nonetheless as he started walking towards the pool.
"Even the air feels different here."
His comment made you laugh. He wasn't necessarily wrong. Everything felt different on figure eight. Didn't mean it was better, though.
"What are you doing?" You hushed when you noticed jj taking off his sweater
"What do you think im doing?" You lifted a brow quizzically "i'm not getting into the pool with my clothes on now, am i?"
"Yeah, but it's free-"
"Freezing, i know, i know." His sweater was thrown aimlessly to the side "But the moment i turn this pretty thing on it'll be like a huge jacuzzi, baby!"
You waited for him to do exactly that, and when the water seemed to be at a decent temperature you began to take off your shirt. However, your eyes wined when you glanced at jj and he was moments away from getting all of his clothes off.
All of it.
"Jj" you hissed "what. Are. You. Doing!?"
"I thought skinny dipping would be more romantic." He winked before finally discarding his sweatpants and underwear to the side
Not even a second later he started running, and before jumping straight to the water he let out the loudest scream he could master.
"We're fucked." You breathed out.
Definitely the whole neighborhood heard that, and then security would get here and see you and your-not-yet-official naked boyfriend
"Are you planning to run away from the cops with your thing dangling between your legs?" You questioned when his head finally came back to the surface
He chuckled at your comment, once again too loudly for your liking.
"I'll give them a show, princess." His hand ran through his wet hair and something inside you clicked. The urge to throw him against the pool walls and kiss him for hours being stronger than anything else "Now get in the water."
You hesitated, but decided to go against your gut feeling, and I guess be fun for once in your life.
When your left foot touched the warm water you allowed yourself to breathe normally again, not noticing how your breath seemed shallow before.
Slowly, you entered the pool, your underwear getting soaked in the process. You decided not to follow jj's idea for at least this one thing. You were not getting into someone else's pool naked. And you were not going to run from the cops naked either.
Rowing in Eden -
Ah - the Sea!
Might I but moor - tonight -
In thee!
"Get back here!"
"It was nice seeing you again, Carl!" Jj waved at the poor security guard.
As he ran in front of you, with his pants worn inside out, and his shirt not making all its way through covering his torso, was definitely a funny site, but as much as you wanted to laugh, you also needed air to keep on running.
A scream of joy left his lips and you felt so much adrenaline running through your body. Something you only really felt with jj. I mean, he was the one always dragging you around and making you participate in his wild plans.
"You're too slow!" He screamed, momentarily looking behind him to see you running a few meters behind.
"I'm not used to running from the cops as much as you!" You exclaimed, extending your arm forward so he could grab onto you and take you with him.
When he caught your hand you almost fell to the ground, losing your balance, once again this night, for a short second, but your legs were quick to catch on to his speed.
You only stopped running when you reached the sand. The beach was dark at this time of night, a few lights coming from the street that weren't enough to illuminate the open space.
"That was-" you heaved, trying to speak but also catching your breath
"Amazing? Thrilling? The best night of your life?!"
"It's a way to put it, yeah." You nodded your head, mouth open still trying to even your breathing.
"Did you like it?" Jj asked after a moment of silence, speaking up once again after you gave him a questioning look "our date. Did you like it?"
"It was… something." You laughed.
Definitely an adventure. It made you feel more alive than ever, but you wouldn't say that aloud, not wanting to give jj more motivation to take you to any more fun dates
"Something good or…" he trailed off.
You couldn’t see it, mostly because he wouldn't show it, but jj was nervous. He wanted to give you a memorable date. You've already gone out thousands of times together. Sometimes only the two of you, other times as a group with all of the pogues, but you never called it a date. Before tonight your relationship didn't have a label, and he really wanted it to have. He wanted you to be his girlfriend, and he wanted to be your boyfriend.
So yeah, it was kind of a stressful night and maybe he went too far, but hey, you had the biggest smile on your face right now. You didn't look mad. Not one bit.
"Good." You told him finally
"Good" he repeated, feeling his muscles relax.
"But we're not doing this again."
"Yup! Definitely… not doing this again."
"Jj…"
"What? You have my word."
"Yeah, no. Definitely not trusting that."
A/n: im so anxious rn, you guys have no idea. Anyway, did this so fast I'll probably edit it again when i wake up tomorrow oof
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Drunk Dials
Summary: Y/N and Penelope are having a fun night off drinking until Penelope has the idea to drunk text the entire team some promiscuous messages and one of them takes up the offer.
(A/N: inspired by this post, written with permission)
Type: lead up to smut (if you guys enjoy this, I might write a smutty part two)
Warnings: alcohol consumption
Word Count: 1.5K
I quickly sprayed on a little perfume and hurried to the door when I heard the doorbell ring. I opened the door to find Penelope with her typical bright colours, tonight’s were a bright green and purple.
“Hii,” I giggled while hugging her and let her inside, “I see you’ve come prepared.”
And indeed she had: under her arms were two bottles of red wine and her bag made clinking noises from glass as she set it down on my kitchen counter to reveal two more bottles.
“Who else did you invite? We can’t drink all that by ourselves,” I grinned at her. While we did the occasional drinking with the team, my tolerance was in no way capable of the amount of alcohol she had brought.
“Well, the night is young. Watch and learn, my little butterfly,” she responded and carried the first bottle over to the couch. I followed after her, two glasses in my hands and the wine opener tucked under my arm.
And so the night ensued with a lot of laughter and drinks, some dancing and so much gossiping. Halfway into the second bottle I was navigating the fine line between tipsy and drunk while Penelope appeared to be slightly tipsy. How could her tiny body carry so much alcohol?
“Let’s play truth or dare!” she exclaimed, “but if you don’t want to do it, you drink.”
“Oh god, my body will hate me tomorrow,” I complained, but added, “but right now it seems like a great idea.”
“Your body will forgive you because of the fun we’re having tonight. I’ll start. Truth or dare?”
“Truth,” I responded, pouring more wine into our glasses.
“Who was the last person you slept with?” she grinned and clinked her glass to mine before taking a sip.
“Starting off strong,” I chuckled and then thought about my answer for a moment, “I think it was that police officer a couple of months ago from that case in Denver. I haven’t had sex in way too long.”
“A couple of months is a pretty long time. Was it that one with the cute little butt? He was the embodiment of ‘sweet cheeks’,” she swooned a little.
“Yes, exactly him. It wasn’t that satisfying though. Although he was good-looking, he was pretty egocentric in bed,” I commented and took another drink from my glass.
“Well, it’s time for your luck to change. You are lucky to have me, your personal oracle and booty call finder. We will find you someone to give you as many orgasms as your little heart desires – or can handle if you’re into that,” Penelope says and raises her glass dramatically.
A couple of truths, dares and a lot of drinks later, we were both shit-faced drunk and laughing on my couch. In front of us was the third bottle, which was now almost empty as we tried to catch our breath.
“Alright, your turn again, darling dearest. Truth or dare, choose wisely,” Penelope says still chuckling and readjusting her seating position.
“Dare. Bring it on,” I said, my words slightly slurred already. Leave it to Penelope to get me as drunk as I last was on my 21st birthday.
“I’ve got a good one, get your phone, baby,” she said setting down her glass. When she saw my quizzical look she continued, “you are going to text everyone on the team-“
Before she could continue I interrupted, “no no no, that sounds like a horrible idea. I am in no position to make any choices right now,” I laughed and swayed slightly.
“I am making the choice for you. You are going to get some action in the sheets and I am going to bring it to you. Your phone will be the arrow that my cupid’s bow will use to shoot you into your next naked bliss.”
“Oh my god, what is your plan?” I fake-groaned, actually being completely entertained by the idea.
“You my dear, are going to text everyone from our team, the simple words, ‘hey you wanna fuck?’ and we’ll see who responds,” she said excitedly.
“Even Rossi and Hotch?”
“Even them. Everyone.”
“Alright, just because it’s you, Pen,” I said and grabbed my phone.
She leaned over my shoulder and watched me as I began texting. I copy-pasted the message to Spencer, Derek, JJ, Emily, Rossi and Hotch. I could hear Penelope giggling the entire time. When I was done, I remembered I could’ve just taken a drink to get out of the dare, but it was too late now.
After a couple of minutes I was still dying of embarrassment of what I had just done, but still laughing with Penelope as my phone lit up for the first time.
We both instantly looked over and I grabbed my phone. My heart was racing. I had never done anything like this before.
JJ: I’m married???
When we read the message we both burst out in laughter. JJ knew that Penelope and I were hanging out today and obviously caught on to what we were doing.
“Let me respond!” she said and I handed my phone to her.
Me: Will doesn’t have to know ;)
“Penelope!” I exclaimed in between laughter.
A while later almost everyone else on the team had responded:
Rossi: Sorry to disappoint you, kid, but you’re not in my age range for wife number four. I’m sure you’ll find someone else to complete the job.
Derek: I thought you’d never ask.
Emily: I’m down anytime.
Hotch: I’m sure this was meant for someone else. If not: I’m your boss??
Penelope and I continued the night with laughter over the texts and other stupid drunk dares until it was about 4am. Spencer still hadn’t responded. I was slightly disappointed as I had taken a liking towards the doctor since my time at the BAU.
“I can’t believe Spencer didn’t respond. I thought for sure that he’s got a crush on you,” Penelope said while trying to put on her heels at the door.
“I don’t know about that, but drunk me wants him to respond to my booty call.”
“Honey, I’m sure that’s not just drunk you,” she said with a grin.
We hugged each other goodbye and she began swaying down the hallway to her cab waiting outside.
I got ready for bed and drank a glass of water. All the while still no response. Assuming that he’d read the message but just ignored it and went to bed, I did the same. From the beginning of my time at the BAU I had that crush on Spencer, but I guess it wasn’t mutual.
The next morning I woke up with a huge headache as expected. I sighed and checked my phone. Still no response. I made myself a coffee and got dressed to go into work as slowly as possible. After those drunk texts I did not want to see anyone today.
I was the last to arrive at the bullpen that day. My headache had lifted and I was fit enough to survive a typical paperwork day. But the embarrassment had stayed. What was I thinking, texting everyone to hook up with me? I wasn’t thinking, that’s it.
To my surprise, no one commented on it. They probably all understood that it was just a drunken game because Penelope and I had been talking about our meet up yesterday. To say I was relieved was an understatement. But Spencer was different from his usual behaviour around me. His head was stuck in a book the entire day – he didn’t look at me once.
That changed however, when I was making myself a coffee at lunch. Pouring some into a cup I almost jumped at the sound of Spencer’s voice.
“Hey, Y/N,” he said casually and walked up to me, mug in hand.
“Hi, Spence,” I responded quietly and added some milk. I looked up at him briefly to find his eyes focused intently on pouring the liquid.
Just as I was about to leave for my desk, he spoke up again.
“About your text from last night,” he began to say. I felt my cheeks heat up and turned back around to him.
“Yes?” I forced myself to look at him, just to see him even more blushed than I was.
“Was that for me? I mean, I would very well understand if it was an accident and it was meant for someone else. It surprised me to say the least.”
Deciding to take my chance, I said, “no, it was meant for you.”
“And are you serious about it?” he looked back down at his mug.
I took a step closer to him, “am I serious about fucking you?”
Upon hearing those words, his eyes shot up towards mine and he gulped. He looked almost as though he feared my response as he nodded.
“Yes.”
I saw his mouth open and close, obviously trying to formulate a response but not finding one.
“Um, I don’t really know how to say this, but um- I’d like that.”
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My first fill for @peterparkerbingo : Teacher/teacher !
I’ve had a little bit of a writers block, so I’m sorry if this isn’t my best. But I enjoyed writing it and I hope y’all enjoy reading it! 💕 just a bit of spidershield
1.5K words
Warnings: unprofessional behavior between coworkers, fluff, I think that’s it lol
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Mr. Parker was no stranger to the stares of others. Whether his students, or his coworkers, or even the parents of his students sometimes, he knew that he was watched.
It didn’t bother him in the slightest.
Which was why he agreed to model for Mr. Rogers’ class. And also because he loved being around the other teacher.
The art teacher from across the hall needed a model for his class to do figure drawing. And he’d come to Peter first.
His reasoning was that the teacher had a strong body from dancing for so many years. And that allowed him to stay in positions to be drawn for longer periods of time.
The reasons he didn’t list were that he wanted an excuse to stare at the gorgeous man for a couple hours without seeming weird. But he didn’t need to tell anyone that.
Peter walked into the classroom during his free block, a small smile tugging at his lips when he saw Steve. The other teacher had charcoal smudged on his cheek and forehead and didn’t seem to notice at all. Or maybe he didn’t care.
“Pete! I mean- Mr. Parker.” Steve cleared his throat, grinning a little. “Hey, thank you so much for doing this. You’re the best.”
The younger man waved his hand, laughing. “It’s no big deal, I didn’t have anything going on right now anyways. I’m happy to help.”
Steve nodded. He rubbed at his nose momentarily, effectively smearing another black streak across his face. “Okay, so, the kids will all be here in a couple minutes. You know how most of them wait right up until the bell.” He gave Peter a knowing look. “But you’ll just be right there in the center and I’ll position you once we’re all ready, okay?”
Peter nodded, smile reaching his eyes as he watched Steve. “Sounds perfect. Now, do you want some help cleaning up?”
The art teacher blinked at him, glancing around the room. “I think I’m good, my kids are usually pretty-“
Peter shook his head, brushing his thumb over the charcoal mark on his cheek. “Not the room. Your face. You’ve got a little….” He rubbed at the mark gently until it started coming off.
“Oh! Oh, I’m okay.” Steve’s cheeks colored and he stepped away from Peter’s touch. “Thank you, though. I’m just gonna get more on me, right?” He joked a little. “No point in cleaning yet.”
Peter smiled at him fondly, nodding. “Alright. That makes sense.”
Students began filing in, whispering to those around them as they eyed the other teacher in the room. It wasn’t like it was anything scandalous to walk in on, but everyone loved drama and the chance to start a rumor. It was the most fun part about school. And almost everyone believed that there was something between the two teachers already.
Steve cleared his throat to get everyone’s attention when the final bell rang and the last of his students trickled in. “Alright, I mentioned yesterday that we’d be working on sketching figures today. So Mr. Parker here was kind enough to be our volunteer figure. Isn’t that nice of him?”
A few weak “Thanks, Mr. Parker”s were mumbled, but almost everyone stayed focused on Steve and getting their supplies out of their bags.
“Okay, so-“ Steve made his way to where Peter was standing, mentally figuring out how he wanted him positioned. Then he reached out to move him before pausing. “Is it okay if I touch you?”
Peter’s cheeks burned at the words when he heard the giggles from around the room in response, but nodded. “Of course.”
The art teacher’s hands gently guided Peter to where he wanted him, positioning him in a traditional ballet fourth position with one hand in front of him with the other gracefully held above his head. Peter moved his feet into position on his own when he understood.
“Do you think you can hold this position?” Steve asked softly, pulling his hands away to look at the younger man after he was finished.
“Of course.” Peter nodded, not moving at all. He knew that holding his arm up would get tiring eventually, but he didn’t want to ruin the picture. So he stayed as still as possible.
“Perfect. Thank you.” Steve smiled, going to his own seat and looking around at his students. “This is the position you’ll draw him in. You have all of class to complete your picture, it’s due by the bell.”
Everyone quickly got to work, eyes on Peter.
Steve started on his own sketch, an easy smile on his face as he started.
A recreation of Peter began to fill his page. Firm muscle on a slim body, his upper body hidden mostly beneath a loose blue tee. Dainty fingers holding position that lead into strong arms. Thick thighs that Steve wanted to feel wrapped around him that were clear in tight leggings. A soft bulge that the man had to be sure he didn’t pay too much attention to.
His sketch became clearer as time went on, as he was sure to capture every single detail of the man he admired from across the hall.
Just as he finished the gentle smile that curved at Peter’s lips with a stroke of his pencil, the bell broke through his blissful trance.
Steve blinked as he looked up, seeing his students packing up and Peter relaxing from his pose. “Oh, leave your papers at the table by the door. Make sure you signed your name on them,” he called before too many could get out the door.
Peter’s fingers gently massaged at his stiff arm as he relaxed, not noticing the other teacher approaching him again.
“I hope you’re not too sore.” Steve spoke up, his sketch held between his fingers. “I’m sorry if the position I picked was too…demanding. I just figured it would look nice.”
“No, it’s alright,” Peter assured him. “I’m a tough guy, I can take it,” he joked. His eyes landed on the drawing hanging at Steve’s side in his hand and nodded towards it. “I saw you were pretty focused over there. Can I see it?”
The teacher looked at the paper like he’d forgotten it was there and then back at the other man. “Oh- uh, yeah. Sure.” He held the sketch out nervously.
The dance teacher took it with a smile, eyes scanning over the drawing as he took in every detail.
He was quiet for a moment. Two moments. Long enough to make Steve worried that he did something wrong. “I’m sorry, I know it’s not-“
“Shh,” Peter scolded, not looking away from the page in his hand. “You’re ruining the moment.”
Steve shut his mouth again, watching him. Ruining the moment? What was that supposed to mean?
After a few more seconds, Peter finally looked up. “I’m not sure who exactly that is that you drew. He can’t be me,” he said confidently.
“What?” The picture looked exactly like him. Steve may have been a little rusty, but it was definitely Peter.
“Nope, can’t be. Because whoever that is is gorgeous.” The dance teacher grinned at him, the expression a little goofy. “Steve, you’re incredible.”
Steve finally relaxed again, laughing a little. “Oh. Thanks, I don’t know about incredible, but thank you.”
Peter went to hand the paper back, looking up at him when he was stopped. “It’s yours.”
“No, I want you to have it. Please.”
The dancer smiled more, nodding. “Thank you.” Then he paused, going to grab a scrap piece of paper and a pencil.
Steve watched him curiously, chuckling at how he was furiously scribbling on the paper. “Okay?”
“Shh, I’m creating.”
After about a minute of frantic doodling, Peter confidently held up the paper and handed it over.
Steve raised an eyebrow, laughing loudly as he saw the drawing. He just couldn’t help himself. “Why am I a triangle? With just a circle for a head?”
Peter pouted a little before laughing with him. “We can’t all be artists. But that’s not the important part.”
Steve looked lower on the paper, brows furrowing when he saw a number. “I already have your extension. And you’re across the hall. Why would I need-“
“That’s my cell number, Steve.” Peter started to walk to the door. So he wouldn’t be stuck there if he was rejected. “Feel free to call. For anything.”
“Your cell…why?”
Peter sighed, leaning against the doorway. “I want you to call me, Stevie. Clear enough for you?” He bit the inside of his cheek before blurting out his comment. “Maybe you could do some more figure drawing of me. Just not as professional.”
He rushed to leave after what he said, face flushed in embarrassment. What the hell was that?
Steve watched him go, eyes squinted as students for his next class filed in. “Not as professional…what does- oh my god, does that mean naked?”
His classroom fell completely silent and he wished that he could take his words back. He’d forgotten that they could hear every word.
One brave soul decided to speak up after the silence continued. “I say go for it.”
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today, then tomorrow | tsukishima kei
— alexa, play: too sad to cry by sasha sloan
I'm too sad to cry, too high to get up
Don't even try 'cause I'm scared to fuck up
Don't like to talk, I just lay in my bed
Don't even try to go out with my friends
I lied to my doctor, she knew I was fakin'
Gave me some pills, but I'm too scared to take 'em
I try and I try, but I'm too sad to cry
— synopsis: if anything, he’ll help you make it to tomorrow. and maybe that’s all you need right now.
— genre: angst, hurt & comfort, just self-indulgent writing that i needed.
— !!trigger warning!!: depression, suicidal thoughts.
— word count: 1.5k
The sight of your ceiling was a familiar one. You blinked when your eyes burned, and clenched and unclenched your fists to remind yourself you were still here--still present. You hadn’t gotten out of bed since you last used the bathroom a few hours ago. You didn’t know what time it was, only that the sun had set, but your eyes had adjusted to the darkness long ago.
You couldn’t feel anything. Yesterday, you had cried until you couldn’t move after dragging yourself to one of your evening classes. When you arrived late, your professor pulled you aside after class and quietly asked if there was a reason for your sporadic attendance. You forced a smile and apologized, hesitating to let her know the truth.
Today, you didn’t go to class. For a few hours, you laid in bed and felt guilt. You were paying for this education. But here you were, wasting away.
A waste of space. A waste of air. A waste of money. Those thoughts were familiar. Now, you couldn’t feel anything anymore. This was almost scarier.
Were you sick? Was there something wrong with you? Why couldn’t you be normal? You were sure you were normal at one point--when did it all go wrong? When did you spiral so far that you could no longer find the motivation to move or think?
When did you spiral so far that you closed your eyes every night and prayed to whatever god was up there to never wake up?
You shifted, the blankets shifting with you as you turned onto your side. The light of your phone hurt your eyes, but you checked your texts anyway. Absentmindedly, you replied to your friends asking if you wanted to grab food after their classes and let them know you wanted to stay in and study tonight.
What a joke. You hadn’t opened your textbooks in weeks.
“Where are you? Your friends said you didn’t go to class.”
Your boyfriend had texted you three hours ago. Apparently, it was 6PM now.
“Are you at home?”
You felt a bit bad for leaving him hanging for so long. Maybe you should’ve looked at your phone earlier.
“Can I come over?”
An hour ago.
“no, i think ima stay in and study today.”
You lied easily now. Excuses always slipped past your lips like they were the truth.
“We can study together. I finished practice.”
“ur probably tired, u should go home and rest! i’ll see u tomorrow”
Your bedroom door creaked open, and you lifted your bleary eyes to meet Tsukishima’s concerned gaze.
“...Studying, huh?” he asked quietly, even though he wasn’t expecting an answer, as he looked around your room. Your dirty clothes were in a large pile in the corner of the room, right next to an excessive amount of plastic water bottles and soft drink containers. Half of your laptop was hanging off the side of your desk--the only space that was left for it. The rest of the space was littered with used tissues and empty take-out containers. Your planner was long discarded on the floor, and the picture frames you used to make your room feel more homey were buried beneath candy wrappers and empty cup noodle containers.
To say you were embarrassed was an understatement.
“Did you eat?” he asked when you said nothing.
“No,” you croaked, voice hoarse from not using it and not drinking water for over a day.
“I’ll cook you something--”
“Go home, Kei,” you pleaded, heart feeling like it was sinking further and further in your chest. “Please.”
Tsukishima stopped turning out of your bedroom to glance back at you with a look you didn’t understand. The two of you stared at each other for a few seconds before he sighed and closed your bedroom door behind him, finally exiting your room.
You sinked further into your sheets, tears you thought had dried up long ago pricking at your eyes.
What a disgrace you were. He deserved better, he always did. It’s why you hid this from him in the first place--he had enough on his plate, he didn’t need to deal with your useless emotions too.
You pulled the thick blanket over your head, the warmth nearly suffocating you as you started to sob.
“He shouldn’t have come,” you thought while you cried. “He should’ve gone home, I didn’t even want to see him--I wanted to be alone.”
You laid there and cried. You cried, and cried, until you were hiccuping loudly and you could no longer feel the stinging of your cheeks.
Your eyes fluttered closed, even though you knew you wouldn’t be sleeping for the next couple of hours. You hated that you were stuck here with your thoughts with no escape.
There was another familiar creak, and someone quietly cleared their throat.
“Y/N,” Tsukishima murmured quietly. “I made dinner.”
You sat up abruptly, practically kicking your sheets onto the floor.
“Go home!” you yelled loudly. Your embarrassment was morphing into shameful anger. “Why’re you still here?! I told you to leave!”
You expected him to yell back at you--or make a snide comment like he normally would. Instead, he furrowed his brows and walked over to your bedside. Hesitantly, he took your clenched hand into his.
“You don’t need to blame yourself,” he eased the tension from your fingers, lacing his with your own. “It’s not your fault. You can’t control this, I know that. You know that.”
Your lower lip quivered as he gently placed his hand on top of your head. You couldn’t remember the last time you showered, but he didn’t seem to mind.
“Let’s eat,” he helped you out of bed, and your legs seemed to silently obey as you followed him out into your small dining area.
Homemade soup, and warm rice. You felt like crying again, but no tears would come out. Instead, you let your boyfriend help you sit down before taking a seat next to you. He handed you a spoon, and you murmured a soft ‘thank you’ before taking a small sip of the soup he had made just for you.
Warm.
Your fingers tightened around the spoon as you stared blankly at the bowl in front of you. When was the last time you felt warm inside like this?
“Sorry if it’s not good,” he offered a weak smile, and you shook your head quickly.
“...it’s really good,” you mumbled, voice quivering as you took another sip. The two of you ate in silence until there was nothing left in your bowls. He took your hand, helping you up and leading you into your bathroom.
“I’ll make you food again tomorrow, so promise me to eat?” he asked while wetting your toothbrush and squeezing a bit of toothpaste onto it.
“...okay,” you murmured as he smiled, relieved, and playfully slipped the toothbrush past your lips. You cursed, swatting at his hand and grumbling that you could do it yourself. He leaned down and placed a soft kiss on your tear-stained cheeks. The furrow in your brow faded, and you continued aggressively brushing your teeth.
Once you finished, he tilted your head up towards him and pecked your lips.
“I can finally kiss you now,” he teased lightheartedly.
“Fuck off,” you pushed at his chest as he grinned and held out a face towel towards you.
“Since when did you become the prickly one?” He joked, and you felt a genuine smile tugging at your lips, albeit small.
“So you do admit that you’re prickly?” you asked with a smile, grabbing your facial cleanser.
“Just for today,” his expression relaxed at the sight of the small glimmer that returned to your eyes.
Reluctantly, you washed your face and repeated your night time skin care routine monotonously. You couldn’t remember the last time you even picked up your moisturizer. Tsukishima wrapped an arm around your waist as you finished up, leaning down to press a kiss to the crook of your neck.
“Let’s get you back to bed then,” he sighed against your shoulder before leading you back to your bed. The two of you stepped over dirty socks and used tissues before you were buried back beneath the warm comforts of your blanket.
Tsukishima brushed your hair from your forehead before leaning down to kiss it gently. You gazed up at him, taking in his expression. You had never seen your boyfriend so gentle and hesitant before.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, then?” he whispered. His hand cupped your jaw, and his thumb caressed your cheek.
“...stay,” you finally asked quietly, placing your hand over his as your eyes fluttered closed.
He obeyed silently. You rolled over so he could crawl under the blankets with you. His arm wrapped firmly around your waist, pulling you into his chest. You buried your face into his shirt, inhaling his scent and finally, fully relaxing after who knows how long.
“Did you wanna talk about it?” he murmured while holding you close, fingers absentmindedly drawing shapes on your back.
“...not today,” you mumbled, the sound muffled against his shirt, though you were sure he heard you. “I don’t wanna cry anymore today.”
“Then, tomorrow,” he responded quietly. “We’ll start over again tomorrow. One step at a time, alright?”
You nodded. You’d sleep--Tsukishima would help you. You’d wake up again tomorrow, he’d make sure of it. Tonight, you wouldn’t ask god to make sure you slept forever.
Tomorrow, you’d wake up. Tomorrow, you’d start over.
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My girlfriend will outlive me but that’s okay because I love her
Yanfei x Gender Neutral!Reader
1.5k words. Fluffy-ish writing with reader and Yanfei just talking. Tiny bit angsty since there’s some talk of Yanfei’s lifespan being a lot longer than the average human’s.
The rather loud bustling of the streets as the remaining day stalls became more loud in an effort to attract any last customers to their wares before they set up shop for the night was muted to the pair that strolled down its streets. Usually interested in the goods themselves, you and Yanfei had decided to pass on any actual shopping that particular evening in favor of simply taking in the environment of the harbor which was relaxing in its own way with the familiar clamor of the environment.
Despite instigating this outing, wanting to get out after finally finishing a particularly hard job, she was uncharacteristically quiet. For the last few days she had excused herself from the usual excursions around the harbor you two shared, the emotional drain from the child custody case she had taken on leaking into her non-work life. It wasn’t like you could have just told her to care less or to try and let it affect her less, Yanfei loved her work and her dedication and investment in each and every case was what made her so good as a legal adviser. The downside was just that in emotionally charged cases she tended to struggle a bit, the lack of a real definite cut and dry answer or compromise proving taxing on her as no amount of investigation would solve it.
Gently nudging her to catch her attention, she met your gaze. “Something weighing you down?. Even if we weren’t dating I’d still listen to you as your friend. You can always talk to me,” The offer hung in the air for a few moments, the silence bringing up concerns that perhaps it had sounded demanding.
Before you could fret too much, however, she responded. “In a way, yes. It’s a rather heavy topic so let’s discuss it at the end and just enjoy our evening out.” Yanfei’s tone was matter of fact, leaving no room for discussion on the matter for the time being. At least whatever was affecting her wasn’t doing so to the point where she was unable to compose herself quickly like she usually did.
Still not quite sure if she was really okay, you reached and held her hand like you normally did, giving a reaffirming squeeze to it which was reciprocated.
“Now come on, everything will close by the time you get to the stall if you keep on being this slow,” she pestered as she took the lead in moving through the street, letting go of your hand in favor of emoting while she spoke.
“We go to the night market, it’s just becoming sundown.”
“It’ll be well past morning at the rate you’re walking, and if we hold up any stalls who are nice enough to still be open by the time you make it there at that snail’s pace that would be a violation of the ordinance on stall times that requires they only be set up at their allotted time slots, of their own choosing of course.” She was evidently teasing you, her exaggerated nagging tone giving that away easily. As she turned back to make a face at you of mock exasperation at your still average walking pace, you surprised her by having moved right next to her.
“I’m not moving that slow and I won’t lose track of you. Not everyone in Liyue has bright pink hair and is even half as energetic as you.”
Unsurprisingly, she was only surprised for half a second at best before she had a retort lined up. As the two of you continued your walk, playfully arguing while pointing out various wares to each other and occasionally checking out stalls, the warm yellow of streetlamps slowly grew stronger.
It had quieted down for the night, or perhaps it was the place where the two of you had decided to settle at, a patch of grass on the terrace overlooking the harbor, by the time your legs had begun protesting and Yanfei had conceded to stop for the night and rest.
A warm kind of silence filled the air as you rested against each other, the kind that just settled unspoken and naturally.
“Regarding what was bothering me earlier, it was nothing much or perhaps it’d be more prudent to say nothing that will be of pressing importance anytime soon,” she began. Pausing before continuing, she looked at you for affirmation to continue and that you were listening. Not wanting to really verbalize a response and interrupt what she had going on any further, you nodded to indicate your attention. “While I have little fears of children or us separating and whatnot, unlike the case I just dealt with, it did bring some fears to light for me that hadn’t really come to the forefront of my thoughts before.”
She took an extra moment to prepare her words as she turned to fully face you. “There is no doubt in my mind that I would like to spend the rest of my life with you, our long withstanding friendship and now romantic relations a testament to that fact, the fears of your inevitably passing as my lifespan theoretically should far exceed yours are present.”
Yanfei raised her hand in a motion to indicate for you to stay quiet right as you were about to say something, she knew you too well and a small smile broke across your face at that despite the rather heavy conversation topic.
“However, I am not someone who is willing to let the upsides of life pass me by in favor of cowering in fear of what will happen. I’ve thought this through, though not much as the answer was already evident from the start, but I’d like to spend the rest of my life with you and even if that isn’t possible I will do my best. I hope you feel the same.”
Flustered at her words, you were at a loss of words for a moment. Upon seeing your reaction, Yanfei’s expression once again relaxed from the previous serious face she had been wearing, the same one she used to mask her anxiety during her work which was enough to betray her true feelings to you despite how calm she appeared.
“Yeah, I love you a lot too, which is what I’m going to assume that’s what you meant. I won’t lie, I have thought about it before but you’re right that it’s a long way off. Let’s just enjoy the time we have together, and I’ll be sure to make good memories for you to remember” Deciding to counterattack in light of her smug expression, you leaned forward and pressed a kiss against her cheek, the scent of flower perfume and the fried food stalls you had visited together mixed in a rather strange but comfortingly familiar way.
From there, the conversation naturally flowed back to what it usually was, ending with Yanfei standing up and brushing her skirt off.
“With that off my shoulders, I feel up to doing another investigation. I got a request for another case as I was exiting the courthouse earlier today and was already given the downpayment for it,” she began, the usual glimmer in her eyes back in full force which you were more than happy to see.
“Is it another case of false advertising at another stand selling trinkets?” you sighed, tone laced with tiredness that was only mostly fake. “I thought today was supposed to be resting as time off from your last case?”
“That was yesterday, it’s already a new day. The peace and prosperity of Liyue won’t stand without people there to keep everything in order.”
“It also won’t go away if you decide to take a day or 2 off.”
“Oh hush and help me find out what place was selling those frost jade crystals, I have a feeling they’re false as they didn’t seem to have cryo energy within them and the only really nearby source of them that’s reliable is shipments from Snezhnaya and whatever the traveller brings from the cryo enemies in Monstadt. Neither of those two have relations with the seller which is exceedingly suspicious,” she began, already involved and trying to get an angle on the situation. It was cute, but it’d be even cuter if she wasn’t already halfway down the stairs to the main part of the harbor while you had been distracted trying to figure out what she was trying to investigate.
“I’m hurrying up, I’ve got it,” you called out just as she turned around to probably call on you, mirroring how she had quieted you before when she anticipated your response. As you rushed to get off the ground and not fall down the stairs, you almost fell.
“If you die early from chasing after me and falling down the stairs I will personally not let your soul leave your body. Now hurry up and be careful, the sun is rising soon,” Yanfei teased, turning back around and sprinting down the stairs rather gracefully. Benefits of being alive for hundreds of years included knowing the exact architecture of Liyue Harbor and how to sprint down stairs without tripping it seemed. Sighing, you called out to your girlfriend as you ran after her though you were still smiling.
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A Very Colin Christmas - Colin Shea x reader
Ch. 5 - All I Want For Christmas...
a/n - hey lovely people!! merry christmas to all who celebrate it, and i hope everyone had / is having a wonderful day. sorry this is a little later than i usually post, but hey - it’s still today:) Enjoy!<3
ch.1 ch.2 ch.3 ch.4
Summary: You have something you need to tell Colin, but you don’t really know how he’d react...
Word Count: 1.5k
Warnings: curse words i think, innuendos
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"Merry Christmas guys! Goodnight!" you said as you grabbed your jacket.
"I'll escort you downstairs," Colin hastily got up as well and followed you outside.
"What's up?" you asked him as you unlocked the door to your apartment as quietly as you could.
"Are you alright?" he asked you, and you mentioned for him to be quiet before ushering him into your apartment.
"I'm fine," you shrugged. "Is that all? Because you should probably go back to –"
"Are you sure?" he looked into your eyes as if looking for something. "Because you were acting a little weird this evening, and I just wanna make sure it's not because I crossed any boundaries or the kiss yesterday or whatever…" he trailed off, looking at you expectantly.
"No, you uh, you didn't cross any boundaries or whatever. If you hadn't kissed me it would've seemed weird and blown our cover," you chuckled nervously.
"Then what aren't you telling me?" he insisted.
"Nothing you'd wanna hear," you mumble, and then, louder, add, "I'm just a little tired, that's all."
"I do wanna hear," he put his arm on your shoulder. "I know you're just my pretend girlfriend, but –"
Your chuckle cut him off. "See, it's all pretend, so you can go back to your family now."
"Are you regretting this? Is that what this is about? Is my family too much or something?"
"No, Colin, you're too much," you shrug helplessly and step away from him.
"What's that supposed to mean?" he frowned, his hand falling to his side.
"It means pretending to be your girlfriend sucks for me," you lamented, "because if I didn’t wanna just pretend, you'd never want that."
"Do you? Want it to be more than just pretend?" he asked, his jaw clenching.
You just stared into his eyes and sighed, your eyes nearly filling with tears as you shrugged in defeat and nodded slightly.
"Tell them I can't come tomorrow. That a work thing popped up. Sorry," you said after a moment, looking away from him and at the floor.
Wordlessly, he left your apartment, closing the door behind him. A tear escaped your eye, but you wiped it away and let out a ragged breath. Now that he knows, he's not going to talk to you ever again. But it's whatever, right? It's not like you actually broke up with your boyfriend.
It was all just pretend.
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The next day, you didn't leave your apartment in fear of running into any of them. Instead, you stayed in, watching Christmas movies and munching on snacks. That was, after all, your original plan.
In the afternoon, you heard a bunch of voices coming from the hall. You couldn't quite make out what they were saying, but you did hear one 'goodbye', which told you they were finally going away. Not that them going away would change your predicament, but still, it was a comfort knowing you could now step out of your apartment if you wanted to.
Right now though, that was the last thing you wanted to do. You waited out the entire day in your apartment, wallowing in self pity. You could afford one day.
The next morning, you were up early, thinking there wasn't a chance of you running into anyone on your way to the mall. You had the day off of work, and you were planning on spending it doing some… consumerism therapy.
But as you were locking the door behind you, you heard the sound of the door on the other side of the hall opening. For a split second, you thought about pretending you were actually coming back and just getting into your apartment, but it was too late as you heard Colin call your name.
"Good morning," he said. You turned around to find him half naked, with only his pants on, and god you did not want to have this conversation like that.
"Hi," you answered, averting your gaze to the contents of your bag, pretending to rummage around in it. You started walking towards the stairs, and you were just about to walk down when –
"Can we talk? Please?" Colin asked.
"We just did," you feigned an innocent smile, but before you could take another step down he stepped forward and grabbed your wrist. You turned around sharply but the words got stuck in your throat once you saw how close to you he was, looking up at his sincere blue eyes.
"Please? I have coffee inside if you want some."
You could just walk away. It's not like you owed him anything. But… you did owe it to yourself. Some sort of closure would be nice, and also, you can't possibly avoid your closest neighbor for the rest of your stay in this apartment and you can't really buy another one.
"I would like some coffee," you shrugged and followed him back into his apartment.
The Christmas decorations were still up, but you didn't have much Christmas spirit in you as you sat down in front of Colin, blowing on your mug a little before taking a sip.
"So?" you simply asked, raising your eyes to meet his.
"So…" he chuckled nervously, "I guess I just wanted to talk to you about the other day. I know my family kind of freaked your out and I'm sorry."
"Yeah, um, it's fine," you answered airily. "Anything else?"
"I mean, there was the matter of, well," he scratched the back of his neck, "us?"
"What about 'us'?" you chuckled.
"You know, just that, what you said wh-"
"Look, I'm sorry. We don't have to bring it up. We're just neighbors. I did you a favor. It's alright, really."
"But what if I do want to bring it up?"
You clenched your jaw, ready to retaliate but then he spoke up again, "I mean, this weekend… look, I love my family, but I rarely like them. Having you here made it bearable. And well," he looked down, "it made me realize I do want a girlfriend. Or something. And uh, I was wondering if maybe you'd like to have dinner sometimes. With me." He flashed you a quick smile that faded as he anxiously awaited your response.
"The fact that you want a girlfriend is nice for you. But I don't… I don't know if… Colin, I don't want someone who will walk out on me every time things get serious, or emotional," you took a breath, "and you did."
"I only walked out because I didn't know what I wanted. It seemed like the right thing to do. But now I do know." He grabbed your hand in his and this time, you didn't pull away. That seemed to give him courage as he continued. "I want you. And I can't absolutely promise you that I will do grand romantic things, or talk about my feelings for you every day, but that doesn't mean they're not there. I don't think I'm a great boyfriend, mostly because I haven't been one in years, but I can promise to try," he smiled hesitantly.
You smiled back at him. "I don't need grand romantic things. If we do this, I just need you to want it as much as I do," you said, sincere.
"I probably want this more than you do," he winked, and you snorted. "So, what do you say, dinner?" he asked.
"Yeah, dinner. But be ready to have actual conversation. I don't put out on the first date," you smirked.
"Oh, I'm not worried. Because when you do, it's gonna be so," he leaned closer, his voice dropping down an octave, "so worth it," he smirked.
You raised your eyebrow at him, "Alright. I'm gonna go, but I'll see you tonight?"
"I'll pick you up at eight," he smiled and you chuckled. You just got up and you were ready to leave, when –
"Look up," Colin, who came to stand next to you suddenly said.
You did, to find the mistletoe, still intact. Before you could say anything, Colin crashed his lips on yours, and this time you readily leaned into his toned body, which now you remembered was still shirtless, and you gasped slightly at the impact of his lean body meeting yours. His tongue slipped past your lips, and you wrapped your arms around his neck as the kiss deepened. When you broke apart, he brought his hand up to caress your cheek with his thumb.
"One for the road," he whispered, and you couldn't contain your giggle.
"See you," you licked your swollen lips and went outside.
You didn't what was going to happen. Sure, your and Colin's story had what some would call a rocky beginning, and you didn't know anything about the end. But there was one thing you were sure of – Colin Shea looks fucking hot with his shirt off.
But for real, his little speech gave you a very good feeling. See, you know what Colin Shea looks like when he flirts with his one-night-stands, and this?
This was different. Better. And you couldn't wait to have that with him.
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that’s it for this series! i’d really love to hear your thoughts!! as for what comes next, i wanted to participate in a bunch of holiday challenges but december is nearly over and i have a very busy week in front of me so i don’t know if i’d make it in time:( but i don’t think this is the last time you’ll hear from me (my writing, anyways) before the new year<3
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Plain Sight: Part One
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader
Word Count: ~1.5k
Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill, and angst
Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there is any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them. If you’ve seen the show, then it’s the same level of angst unless otherwise stated.
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"Don't forget that I cannot see myself -- that my role is limited to being the one who looks in the mirror." - Jacques Rigaut
Being the youngest one on the team not only made you feel like you needed to work extra hard to prove you were worthy of your place on the team, but it made you feel like an outcast because everyone was so close and tight-knit. The only person you really knew was Gideon, but he was more closer to Hotch than anyone else since they were closer in age than the rest. The person closest to your age is Spencer which is why you feel like you connect more with him than anyone else.
It’s his birthday today, and everyone is celebrating at his desk with cake and trick candles. They seemed to be having a good time, and you didn’t want to join them and ruin their fun. It didn’t feel like you were part of this family just yet since you were fairly new with abilities they’ve never seen before. However, even if you weren’t celebrating with them, you still got Spencer a present. It’s special since you knew he would hold it dear to his heart. You were pretty proud of yourself for finding the exact item you wanted even though you were at the point of ripping your own hair out.
Hotch and Gideon were off to the side to watch the rest of the team celebrate, and you stood by them with your arms crossed shyly.
“Make a wish!” Elle grinned.
“Come on man! Blow, baby blow!” Derek teased when Spencer kept blowing at his candles despite them not going out.
“I thought you are full of hot air, Reid,” Elle joked.
“Come on, Reid.”
“They're trick candles, Spence, okay? They gonna come back on every time,” JJ caved in after seeing him try so hard to blow them out.
Derek grabbed the ends of Spencer’s big blue birthday hat and shoved it further down on his head with a huge smile.
“Oh, mommy to rescue you!”
“Mommy?” Spencer scoffed, shaking off his friend.
“Is it amazing he knows what he knows and he's only 24?” Hotch asked his friend with a shocked smile.
“Imagine what he’ll know by fifty.”
“I’m twenty-two,” you spoke up, causing both heads to turn to you.
“Why aren’t you over there with them?” Gideon asked.
“I don’t feel like I’m part of the family just yet. I mean, I’m the youngest, so I feel like they think I’m a kid or something. I don’t know. I’m weird,” you chuckled nervously.
“Hey, lil’ mama,” Derek called out for you when he noticed you off to the side. “Come on.”
“Yeah, come over here,” Spencer smiled.
Once he chimed in, the rest of the team wanted you to join them. Blushing, you hesitantly walked over to the group, and Derek wrapped an arm around your shoulder.
“You’re part of this team now. You’ve proven yourself,” he grinned.
“Thanks, Derek,” you smiled right back.
“You blew wax on the cake, man,” Derek scoffed playfully, taking his arm away to help cut the cake.
Spencer got up to replace your spot next to Gideon since Hotch needed to take a call.
“Is this homemade or store bought?” you asked.
“I made it,” JJ smiled widely.
“Wow, this looks amazing and I bet it tastes amazing too,” you chuckled.
She put the first piece of cake on the plate, turned to Spencer, and called out to him.
“Hey Spence, first piece for the birthday boy,” she smiled.
Spencer looked from her to you, and you gave him a shy smile with a wave. He said something to Gideon before heading over, and he took the plate.
“Thank you.”
“Birthday boy,” you sang, taking a piece of cake that JJ handed you.
“When’s your birthday?”
“Not long after yours. Mine’s in February. I’ll be twenty-three. Sometimes I feel like I’m too young to be here.”
“I know that feeling,” he chuckled.
“Sorry, guys,” Hotch interrupted as he set the phone down with a sigh, “the party's over.”
The team knew what that meant, so they packed everything they could as fast as they could so they could discuss the case you knew was waiting for you in the briefing room. Each team member started for the stairs, but you grabbed Spencer’s arm to hold him back for a second.
“Sorry, I just, um… I know I haven’t known you for very long, but I got you something. A birthday present.”
“You did? You didn’t have to.”
“I know, but, um, you’ll have to wait until the end of the case to get it.”
“Why?”
“It gives you something to look forward to, yeah? Plus, we usually end cases at night, and I know you were born at night so why not make it memorable.”
“You remembered what time I was born?” he asked, shocked you took the time to do so.
“Reid, Y/N, let’s go,” Hotch announced from the conference room.
“Why wouldn’t I remember that?” you asked, brushing past him to rush to the conference room.
Spencer looked at you as you left, and he couldn’t help but give a hint of a smile at that piece of information. The files were already passed out, and you and Spencer took your seats so that everyone else could begin. There was no need to apologize since Hotch just jumped right into this one.
“We're going to San Diego.”
“Not for the surfing, huh?” Derek commented.
“They're calling him the Tommy killer. Six women raped and murdered in their homes in the last three weeks,” JJ shared.
“Six in three weeks? That's a short fuse,” you whistled.
“And getting shorter. The first two were eight days apart then the next four in two weeks.”
“Rapid escalation. Do you think he's regressing to a psychopathic frenzy?” Spencer asked.
“No, he's too controlled for that. See you on the plane,” Hotch answered, getting up to leave the room. However, before he could, Derek stopped him with a question.
“Why the Tommy killer?”
“You know the rock opera? This unsub glues the victims' eyes wide open.”
“He wants them to see him,” Spencer noted.
“And feel him,” you added.
“Brenda Samms was found yesterday by her children when they got home from school. She had been strangled with a thin ligature, possibly a wire. No weapon was left at the scene,” Hotch ran over the details of the case once everyone was on the plane.
Since it was one of the smaller jets, everyone was in close proximity of each other with you and Spencer seated next to each other, JJ, Gideon, and Elle in the middle, Hotch across from you and Spencer, and Derek all by his lonesome towards the front.
“The residue on the wrist and mouth indicate that duct tape was used and then removed. Also not found at the scene,” Spencer remarked. “Brought it with him, took it with him.”
“He also started leaving messages at the fourth scene,” Hotch explained, reading from one of the quotes left on the mirror at the latest victim’s house. “This was on the mirrors. ‘Fair lady, throw those costly robes aside. No longer may you glory in your pride. Take leave of all your carnal, vain delight’.”
“I’ve come to summon you away this night,” Spencer finished. “It's a ballad from the late 1600s. A dialogue betwixt death and a lady.”
“A 17th century ballad?” you thought.
“Essentially, a woman begging death to live.”
“What kind of person knows this ballad? Are we looking for a literature professor?” Elle wondered.
“Anyone with an internet connection, actually. You should see what comes up when you type the word ‘death’ into a search engine,” Spencer chuckled.
“Reid, no wonder you can't get a date,” Derek teased, but it wiped the smile off the young doctor’s face.
Leaning over the small space, you got close enough to his ear so that only he could hear you.
“Don’t listen to him, Spencer. You’re a catch,” you patted him on the shoulder before sliding back into your normal position.
“Reid, you stay on the messages. See if there's a deeper meaning,” Hotch ordered.
“It definitely looks like he ransacked the crime scene pretty well. A lot of damage, but nothing seems to be taken,” you observed.
“The eyes are the thing, the signature. The behavior that isn't necessary for the murder, but necessary for the emotional release. That's what he's there for,” Gideon stated.
“There used to be a widely held belief that the eyes record a snapshot of the last thing a person sees before they die.”
“Yeah, that's right. People used to write poems about talking to death,” Derek commented.
“Ballads,” Spencer corrected him.
“Whatever.”
“You think they'll ever run out of new things to do with their victims?” Elle asked.
“Well, finding new ways to hurt each other is what we're good at,” Gideon sighed.
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i fall apart
JJ Maybank x female reader
Masterlist
Summary: kinda like a quick little travel through the relationship between reader and JJ as things get progressively worse (shit summary sorry)
Word count: 1.5k
Warnings: hella angsty, cheating, thats it? im mentioning angst again
A/N: i’ve had a really bad day today and i wasn’t originally going to write anything because i wasn’t in the mood, but i had this idea and have literally been crying whilst writing it hence the ANGST (not that this situation applies to me tho i’m just emotional) also havent really read through this so ignore the mistakes
~ italics are flashbacks
“Hi, I seem to have lost my phone number, can I have yours instead?” The blue eyed boy said, distracting you from the large crowd around you, the music fading in the distance as you looked at him and laughed.
“I think that’s the worst pick up line I’ve ever heard,” you say, still smiling at him, “but I suppose I can give you credit for trying, why don’t we start off with names blondie.”
“I’m JJ.”
“I’m Y/N, nice to meet you.” You beamed at him, taking his hand and leading him away from all the people on the beach.
That was the night you met JJ, the night your life became so much better and so much worse in the blink of an eye. If you could, you would make it so you never met him, that way at least you wouldn’t be feeling so empty, so broken and in the most pain you’d ever experienced right now.
You sagged back against the sofa, tears welling in your eyes as another memory of your time with JJ hits you without warning.
“Do you two ever stop with the PDA?” Pope scowled at the two of you, you were sprawled across JJ’s lap, his hand intertwined in yours, your lips still a little swollen from the long kisses JJ would steal from you whenever he caught your eye.
“You’re just jealous man,” JJ grinned at Pope, moving to stroke your leg, “jealous that I have an incredible girl on my lap who loves me.”
Your heart flutters as JJ talks about you, this sound too loud for you to hear the small voice in the back of your head notice that he only said you loved him, not the other way around.
But it didn’t matter, you did love him, he was currently one of the only good things in your life, and even if you felt a little wary about his feelings towards you, you knew that was probably just him struggling to admit them, not because they weren’t there.
If only you hadn’t been so naive, so ready to love a troubled boy whose smile and jokes melted your heart, and whose body made you feel faint. Even though you felt he did love you in his own way, he was not the type of boy to commit - to love forever and without fear. Not like you wanted.
You balled your hands into fists, anything to try and calm the shaking that travelled through your body as you began sobbing once again.
You pulled up to the chateau, hoping JJ was there as he hadn’t showed up to your date. You had waited for hours at the table you were meant to share a meal at, both staff and customers looking at you pitifully, not understanding why you refused to order anything because “he was coming, he just must have gotten caught up with something.”
It had taken closing time of the restaurant to lift the hopeful fog from your eyes, as you got into your car, one lonely tear fell down your face. You had been planning this date for months, something special for your four month anniversary - not that four months was a long time in the scheme of things but as the rest of the pogues said, JJ wasn’t one to commit for more than one night normally, so it should be celebrated.
And you thought he wanted to celebrate it too, even answering your text earlier confirming the details of tonight with an excited reply, as if he loved you - he obviously didn’t though.
The chateau seemed quiet from outside, the only sound were the bugs that appeared at night and the soft sniffles from you as you composed yourself, ready to see why JJ hadn’t shown up. You prayed that he had drank too much, that would be the only time you’d be happy if he had, as it meant the answer you feared wasn’t the correct one.
An overwhelming sense of dread came over you as you opened the door and entered the messy but homely place John B lived in. The door to the guest bedroom was closed, maybe he was just sleeping? He might’ve worked too hard today in all the kook’s gardens. Yes that was probably it.
You took a deep breath in and opened the door, wishing you had prepared more for the likely reality, as that was what you were met with. You could feel your heart break as JJ’s eyes opened at the sudden noise, quickly removing himself from the grip of the naked girl beside him when he realised it was you.
You didn’t want to be here, but you couldn’t move or breathe, all you could do was mutter a small “oh”, as your mind caught up to what your eyes were seeing. JJ already scrambling out of the bed, rushing to get his shorts on so he could try and talk his way out of this.
Your body finally moved, your feet carrying you away from the worst thing you’d ever seen, trying to help you escape before you broke completely.
You knew that image was going to forever live in your mind, hell it was there right now - the sleeping girls face so calm and content, and JJ’s was panicked as he realised he hadn’t gotten away with it. Did that girl have something you didn’t? Was she prettier? Or did JJ just never feel the way you did, instead using you as a placeholder until he could use a stupid pick up line on the next girl to walk past him?
That had happened yesterday, and you had barely stopped crying since, your whole body was now weak from the pain you were feeling, the dehydration from the tears that had been shed and from barely moving off your sofa.
Ten missed calls, that was all the effort JJ had put in trying to talk to you, you had seen his name and face appear on your screen each of these times, but you couldn’t bare to hear his excuses right now, couldn’t bare to hear the voice you loved. It hurt a little that he had stopped at ten, not even a text of ‘I’m sorry’ had been sent, just a few calls. And without you answering he must’ve given up, no longer caring about you and even if you hated to admit it he was probably with the pretty blonde girl.
That was until he knocked at your door, shouting for you to let him in to ‘explain.’ You knew he wouldn’t leave if you refused to open it, and honestly you would rather get this over with so you can go to bed, hold a pillow to your chest and cry.
His face was full of guilt when you opened the door, almost enough for you to forgive him then and there, almost.
“Y/N, please it was a moment of weakness I’m sorry.” He said as he walked past you, turning to face you once he reached the lounge.
“It was our anniversary date tonight JJ.” You hated how small your voice sounded, but the pain in your chest had muted any of the fiery emotions you wanted to feel right now.
“Oh shit,” he mumbled, “we can reschedule it, do it next week instead, put this whole thing behind us.”
You shook your head, “No, we can’t just put it behind us. You betrayed me JJ, I loved you and I know now you never loved me, I just wish you had given me the courtesy of telling me before I found you in bed with someone else.”
You wanted to shout or scream, anything to express how hurt you were, but all that came out was a small voice, one that had been broken like never before, and you weren’t sure if it would ever go back to normal.
“I do love you Y/N,” he moved to grab your hand, only for you to step back, “please, I really do love you.”
“No you don’t, I’m not even sure you can love me. At least not the way I want.” You took a breath before continuing, “I want someone I can melt around. I want someone who melts around me too… I don’t want this standoffish, unromantic love that you’re offering. I want more than that and I think I deserve more too.”
He couldn’t look into your sad eyes that contained only the truth, so he walked away, away from you and your relationship until he was out of your house and on his bike, heading somewhere you didn’t care about.
As soon as the door shut, you collapsed, the breath leaving you body. And as you sobbed, all you could think about was how you wished you had never met JJ Maybank.
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tags: @outerbankslut
this is highkey really bad but oh well
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Redcove Harvest - Bucky x Reader(f) Chapter 3
Authors Notes: Glad to know ya’ll are enjoying this! If you happen to really like it, please consider reblogging or commenting. It really helps me understand what parts you do or don’t like about my work. :)
AU: Farmhand AU and SingleMom!Reader
Word Count: 1.5k +
Notes/Warnings: (Notes are for the whole series) FLUFF, mentions of a past toxic relationship, a wild storm at the end, drama and a break-up, mentions of drinking, kids being adorable and ridiculous, kissing, romance and a tiny bit of angst if you look hard but nothing more than that of a Hallmark movie.
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The next week went without a hitch. Bucky would show up at eight, and get right to work mowing the fields. After day four, he had both front fields mowed. He spent the next two days repairing all the holes and broken parts of the fence that lined the front of the property. After that, he cleaned up the fence line by cutting down saplings and removing weeds and vines. He even fixed the mailbox that sat out by the dusty road.
This morning was supposed to be no different but as he pulled up to the house, thunder rumbled. He hopped out of his truck and grabbed his wide brimmed hat. He figured working in the rain might beat working in the early spring heat. He walked over to the tractor but before he could hop on, he heard her.
“Bucky!” She shouted from the porch.
He turned to see Y/N waving him over. He jogged her way and as he reached the steps, the rain started.
“What’s up?” He asked her.
“Well, I figured with the rain I could steal you for some barn work.”
“Oh,” He replied as he took his hat off. “Yeah, I mean I was still planning on mowing. I know you’ve got those three back fields that are still pretty high.”
She waved the thought away. “It’s okay. I know it will get done. I need to get the goat barn fixed up and the horse stables need some minor repairs.”
“Yeah, sure. Lead the way.”
Y/N walked with Bucky in the light rain down to the yellow barn a couple dozen yards from the back of the house.
He’d been there a few times when he needed to talk to her or grab a tool. The goat barn was actually an old horse stable; the entire right side of stalls had been turned into one large stall that connected to one of the three back fields and the left side was a gardening workshop. One of the left side stalls had been turned into a small greenhouse.
Next to the workbench, in the garden shop, there was a large storage bin. It was lit up red with a heat lamp and he heard the faint sound of peeping.
He walked over and, sure enough, there were at least a dozen little chicks running around or huddled under the lamp.
“When did you get these?” He asked. He crossed his arms and smiled back at her.
She stepped up beside him. “Yesterday. Steve had them ordered for me and they finally came in.”
“Nice.”
She shifted her weight and her arm brushed against his. She moved away and apologized.
“Doesn’t bother me.” He reassured her. He really had no problem making contact with her.
She cleared her throat and walked over to the large goat stall. “So,” she changed the subject. “There are several boards around this opening that leads to their pasture. I had a billy a year ago who was a menace and rammed into it all the time. I’m so glad I got rid of him.” She chuckled. “And, goodness, he stank!” She turned to Bucky, “Did you know Billy’s pee on their beards? Because I didn’t.” Her face twisted in disgust.
A smile played at the corners of his mouth. “I did know that.”
She huffed and grinned. “Yeah, well, I’m pretty new to this whole farm thing, so I’ve been learning as I go.” Y/N laughed at herself.
“New?” Bucky asked, surprised. “Looks like you’ve got a pretty good grip on it all.”
She shrugged lightly, “I mean, I didn’t start from scratch. This was Gavin’s family’s farm.” She paused then clarified, “Gavin was my husband’s name. He grew up here and when his parents passed, he got the farm. He did a lot of the clean up when we moved in and he purchased the livestock and foul. He even cared for most of them - the chickens have always been my thing, though.”
“What about the garden?” Bucky looked out the barn doors to the lush field full of greenery. The gentle rain was doing the day’s watering.
“That’s all me, too, but I only started gardening a few years ago.”
“Well, don’t sell yourself short. This is a lot of property, you’ve done a great job by yourself.” Bucky said as he opened the gate to the goat stall and stepped inside to examine the busted and rotting boards that needed replacing.
“I actually had a good bit of help.” She said as she leaned over the chick bin and pulled out the water dish. She went to the large sink near the workbench and began rinsing it of poop before she filled it back up. “After Gavin died, Steve came over and showed me the ins and outs of cows and goats for a month or two.”
That surprised him. Steve didn’t ever mention that.
“Yeah, and his friend, Nat, showed me how to garden.” Y/N put the water dish back and picked up the feed dish.
Bucky nodded to himself, “Nat has quite the green thumb for making gardeners.”
“That she does.” Y/N smiled as she returned the now full seed dish.
Bucky leaned over the gate and watched as Y/N tended to some seedlings that were on her work bench, spraying them with a squirt bottle. “So... can I ask what happened to Gavin?”
Y/N nodded but didn’t say anything and didn’t turn to face him, she just kept watering the little cupped sprouts.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have-”
“No, it’s fine.” She turned to him with a somber look on her face. She took a deep breath and looked at Bucky. She wasn’t sure if she should say what she was thinking but, Gavin was dead, what was he gonna do about it?
“Gavin...was a jerk and a bully,” She started.
Bucky’s brows shot up but he kept listening.
“And what’s worse, he had no idea he was like that. He thought he was a great man- and sometimes, he was- but he had a habit of belittling people he didn’t agree with. It didn’t matter what, if he didn’t like it, you were stupid for thinkin’ it. He had his way of doing things and that was that, anything else wasn’t worth his time.” She crossed her arms and looked down at her boots. “I’m sure you’re wondering how I fell in love with a man like that but it was easy. I met him in high school. He wasn’t as bad then but I figure that’s because he was still growing and learning. It’s not an excuse, but he got it from his daddy. Compared to his dad, Gavin was a saint. Charles was as mean as he was stubborn and Gavin got the brunt of that growing up and he had no way of dealing with it other than doin’ the same stuff to other people. He didn’t do it to me until we were married and being that we were so young, I just thought it was a wife’s job to do what her husband said.”
Bucky swallowed and shifted his weight when she did the same, almost like they both broke out of the trance of story telling and listening.
“But there were good days. He wasn’t a monster. He could be really sweet, actually. He bought me the chickens after one of our fights, built me the fence around the garden after another. He never said sorry, he’d just build or buy me something. And I appreciated it. I really did love him.” Y/N suddenly realized that in her rant she’d never answered his question. She flushed, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to go on about it. I guess I should get to it,” she chuckled.
Bucky smiled at her from his spot on the gate. “It’s fine.”
She took a deep breath. “Um, Gavin fancied himself a great driver, no matter his state. So, he went out with his friends one night and got plastered. He got in the car to come home and drove it into a tree at one hundred and ten.”
Bucky cursed.
Y/N nodded. “He at least had the decency to put me in the will when we got the house, so.” She shrugged her shoulders.
Bucky scratched the back of his neck. “Well, I’m sorry about all of that.”
She smiled at him and Bucky got the sense she was only doing it for his sake.
“I was too for a while. But I’m...happy, now.” Her smile seemed more genuine when she said that.
“I’m glad to hear that.” He grinned at her.
Y/N looked at him for a moment before turning back to her plants.
Bucky also got back to work and they spent most of the morning like that, just working in silence. Bucky was even able to finish the woodwork in under two hours before he fixed a few breaks in the goat field fence.
Around noon, Y/N invited him up to the house for lunch and after he declined twice, she finally insisted.
Bucky was happy to go.
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The House on The Hill
Summary: Ben doesn't really know what Rey saw in him or how two people so different like the two of them ended up together, but as long as he can make her happy, he doesn't care.
Pairing: Rey x Ben Solo
Other Characters: Rose Tico, Armitage Hux, Leia Organa, more unmentioned people.
WC: 1.5k words
Warnings: Modern AU, fluff, distantly based on a song (Endlessly, by The Cab), Valentine’s Day.
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“Do you want another one?” Rey stopped by his hand, and Ben looked up at her in confusion. He hadn’t heard a single word his girlfriend had said before that.
“Sorry?”
She just smiled and pointed at the beer in his hands.
“The beer, honey,” she explained. “Do you need another?”
Ben shook his head and felt his face warming up when she pushed some of his hair behind his ear kissing his cheek before heading to the kitchen of her flat, leaving him all alone with her friends, who just continued to chitchat around the living room.
Truth is, Ben didn’t fit in with Rey’s friends. They were all morning people, extroverted, and a whole family of people who just shone everywhere they went. Looking at them, no one would guess Ben fucking Solo, certified freak, was Rey’s boyfriend, the dude who had an art degree, worked at a tattoo shop and had been saving money for years to open his own business, had both his arms covered in tattoos and officially had more piercings than fingers from head to toe. Rey was a good girl who dressed her part and worked as his mother’s chief press officer; he had met in one of her press conferences and was bewitched by her the exact moment it happened. He didn’t think she’d be interested in a man like him – so different from her – but his thoughts were silent when she simply walked to him and asked him out. That was how they started and met.
“Hey, Ben,” Rose stood from the couch, moving quickly to reach him. “Valentine’s Day, then? Is everything ready?”
He looked back at the kitchen nervously
“Shush, do you want her to hear it?” he hissed. “I’m still short on money, I got a couple of tattoos to do this weekend, I think the payment will be just enough to get the ring.”
She just nodded and glanced at the kitchen again before back at him.
“So you already separated it, right?” she asked.
“I did, yes.”
He confirmed and Rose walked away, sitting right beside her boyfriend – Hux, a stiff ginger who looked at her like she was the world - just in time for Rey to leave the kitchen and serve each guest with a beer before stepping beside Ben once again, holding his favourite beer.
“Got you another one,” she smiled.
He smiled, resting his empty bottle behind himself and accepting her offer and taking her own bottle before setting it aside too.
“Hey!” Rey exclaimed, but Ben already had his arms wrapped on her waist and was carrying her to sit on the wet bar he’d been leaning on for the night.
“Are you staying the night?” she touched his face, moving her thumbs over his pale cheeks.
Ben closed his eyes. Rey was incredibly affectionate; she craved touch and always reached to touch him for the smallest of reasons and he just leant onto it. Growing up, neither of his parents had a lot of time to spend with him, so he was just used to not needing it. After Rey, though, he didn’t think he’d survive without it ever again.
“Do you want me to stay the night?” he questioned.
“I do.”
He leant onto her, kissing her lips gently.
“Then I’ll stay.”
Rose let out an annoyed sound and Hux faked a gagging sound, and everyone turned to his girlfriend when she suddenly let out an exclamation.
“Oh, you guys won’t believe it!” Rose looked around. “They finally sold that house on the hill yesterday!”
Rey’s head shot right up at that, and he could see how her heart broke by the news.
“The one with the view of the town?” she asked. “But I loved that house!”
“It’s a pity your loan didn’t cover it,” Hux said in a rather sad tone.
She pouted, and Ben moved a hand to put a strand of hair behind her ear. Rey had the most beautiful hair he’d ever seen, but maybe he was probably just being like any other man in love because she didn’t have any defect in his eyes. Her locks were chestnut brown, soft and wavy, and framed her face in an adorable and innocent way that was just enhanced by how gorgeous her eyes were.
How come she was with a guy like him of all people?
“There are other houses,” Ben caressed her thighs, trying to soothe her. “Maybe one more reachable where we won’t both be swimming in debt by the time we move in.”
Rey breathed out.
“I know. It’s okay,” she looked down. “I just… I really liked that house.”
“I know,” he sighed, caressing her hair. “I’m sorry.”
He kissed her cheek and she offered her boyfriend a small smile. He tried not to look guilty, knowing it was his fault, but it was okay. It was for the best, and Rey would be stunned by his surprise. Or at least, he hoped so.
. . .
“Watch out for the steps,” he held her hand gently. “I don’t want you tripping.”
Rey just complied, and Ben opened the front door to let her in, making sure to check if her blindfold was still on. It was Valentine’s Day, and he’s promise her a surprise.
Ben had been planning this for the latest four months, and now was extremely nervous. What if she didn’t react positively? Oh goodness, what if she broke up with him?
Ben had money in his bank account. His parents had started a thrust fund for him the moment he was born and he’d inherited a lot of money after his grandparents passed away, and he’d honestly never touched it. They didn’t touch it to pay for his education and suggested he could use to open his store, but he didn’t want any of that: He wanted to buy it with his efforts, just like Rey’s engagement ring. Her dream house, though, was a different thing. Ben wanted to give her the best of the best, and if that meant finally touching that money, then he would do that without thinking twice.
“Are we there yet?” she questioned, bringing him out of his mind.
Ben looked around the empty living room and rushed Rose, who was running to hide behind the couch, only turning back to his girlfriend when he was sure it was safe, walking behind her and removing the blindfold from her eyes.
Rey waited for a couple of moments while her eyes adapted to the sunlight coming from the windows, but looked around with a curious face when she started to notice the familiarity of the place around them.
“Ben?” she questioned, walking to the window in front of them. “Is this…”
“I knew you adored the house,” he said shyly, blushing, hot on the face. “And I really am sorry we weren’t accepted for the loan, but… There is a reason we weren’t accepted for the loan and I made the estate agent promise not to tell.”
When Rey turned to him, her eyes were full of tears and he knew he didn’t have to say anything anymore. With three quick steps, she crossed the room and jumped in his arms, kissing his lips just as he held her legs around his waist.
“Did you like it?” he whispered.
“Ben, I loved it!” she exclaimed. “But how did you…”
“I had some money from my thrust laying around,” he shrugged. “It’s not like I was going to touch it any time before we have kids.”
She grinned more, kissing him once again in a way he definitely didn’t want her to be kissing him with both his parents and her foster parents hiding in the other room, so he helped her stand up again and stepped back.
“There’s also something else,” he smoothed his hair. “So… There’s this shop down the street and… They sell those really cool rings…”
Rey’s hazel eyes widened even more, and the tears that had disappeared from them were right back in much higher intensity. He opened the box, and the small but beautiful ring shone under the light.
“Rey, my wonderland girl,” he opened a smile. “I know I’m a John Doe with a bunch of doodles over my skin and jeans that are never quite whole, but I love and I know you love me. And…"
“I do,” she confirmed, pulling him up. “I do, I do.”
He placed the right on her finger, and this time their kiss was cheered and applauded by all their family and friends
“Happy Valentine’s Day,” Ben whispered.
Rey was surprised when she went on to greet their family their family and friends and pick up the glass of celebratory champagne Leia had offered them, but went alone with the surprise, thanking everyone for being involved in Ben’s plan. It was only over thirty minutes later that they got a moment to spend alone, and her arms were around his neck not a single second after.
"Did you really like it?" he asked. "I know the ring isn't all that, but I wanted to work for it and…"
Rey smiled openly.
"I loved it," she rubbed her nose on his. "I loved the ring, the house, the surprise… Everything."
He grinned and they kissed again, only pulling away so she could look around with a naughty grin.
"Let's go upstairs," she bit her lips. "It's my time to give you a surprise."
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Part one
Hey everyone!! First part is finally here! Next part well me posted next week sometime. The date I haven’t figured out yet. I'll make sure to let you all know about 2 days before it goes up!
Warning: none
Word count: 1.5k words
Edited: I rewrote this chapter
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No one ever warns you what true living truly is, and the reason is because no one has ever experienced it. Expect the "people" who living forever. Which in my case happened to me about 154 years ago. It was 1851 when Carlisle saved me. All I remember is the coldness of the earth beneath me when he approached me. The feeling of the venom was, well painful. But you reach a part where your already in pain so pain the extra pain just makes you numb. I do not remember quiet what happened the next few days after. Truly the next days were crazy the feeling of the grass on my paws as I ran, kill anything insight. Carlisle had no clue what I would have become, how could he. He was only saving some random girl that was in the woods. Some weird science experiment is what Emmett like to call me; a mutt Rosalie would tell you. My transformation did not only just turn me into a vampire it triggered some gene in my blood. I spent the first 3 days in my werewolf state. Those days are all honestly one huge blur to me. All I know is when I finally faded back to normal (Human) Carlisle was there. Wrapping his trench coat around me. Over the next 50 years I learned to control my werewolf state, but I still struggle with my hunger. For the blo-
"Are you done yet? What's even the point of you writing your life story?" Emmett comments crossing his arms as he watches me put my pen down. He has a smirk on his face a he’s leaning up against the doorframe of my bedroom.
"Don’t you have Rosalie to go bother and spoon over. For your information this *holds up journal* keeps me from going insane. Plus, I heard on some tv show that writing down your life story helps you mentally I guess- You know what you don’t even care” I stated huffing closing the journal looking out at the forest. For some reason it calls me. The forest... I can hear all the sounds coming from it. The birds chirping, the sound of the wind rustling in the tree branches. Moving back to Forks we had hopes that the wolves would have disappeared. More importantly we hoped no one would remember the Cullen's. I never attended the school like my other brothers and sisters do. About 100+ years I still have not master the art of self-control. Me and Jasper have that in common. The blood it... I'm getting better with it. Emmet watches me for a second before he states.
"We'll have a good writing day "Emmett says flashing me a smile before he disappears to the kitchen Shaking my head, I get back into my journal.
Blood. It is what I crave. All day. When I transformed back to my human state, I was covered in it. Carlisle was there though, he helped me. Just like he has helped the rest of our family. Carlisle is my father. But I cannot help but want to know who I am. Who was I before I turned? Did I have a family? A father and mother? Did I work? Why am I a werewolf. Or a hybrid/mutt as Rosalie likes to throw in my face. Why are my eyes purple?! I have never seen anything like it before. I am special. I have learned that keeping my existence know about quiet. No one outside my family truly knows about me. Sense I do not smell like a normal vampire or werewolf its unique. I am an outcast, and because of this I am considered to be the deadliest creature on the world.
Sighing I set my pen down and looking out at the window again thinking about what else to write. This is the point I have to write down everything. At least everything that happened yesterday....
I wondered if the wolves were still around. The last time my family was here we made a treaty with a tribe; they are called the Quileute's. I remember their leader pretty well his last name was Black. I am still so interested even now after what happened. They had a pack. I have never felt a true connection with anyone. I- I need to learn more about them still. About other werewolves. I need to find my past, and I found people that well help me do that. But I was considered an abomination to them as well. An outcast, not truly a werewolf, not truly a vampire and sure as hell not a human anymore.
I do not quiet remember why or how but I made my way out into the forest yesterday afternoon. After 5 minutes of running I released I was on my fours, and instead of skin I had fur, and hands and feet as paws. The wind running through my fur was only encouragement to keep running. This is my favorite part of living forever. The endless breeze I can feel. Before I knew it, I got to the river and jumped to the other side. I remembered exactly where I was now. It was the old treaty line we had with the Quileute's. But no one's seen the wolf's sense we left so if they must all have disappeared... And oh boy was I so-so wrong... I have never gotten a good exploring on this side. The side is vastly different from our side you could say. There were more animals, and this... It was a wolf scent? How could this be? But a wolf scent it was of course, I remember it like it was yesterday. It's easy to identify scent once you have smelled it first. With the dirt underneath my paws I was back to running. That is when I heard another howl. I had to find the source of that howl. It was calling to me almost like my primal instinct to feed on human blood. Tracking the howls where easy, the closer I got to it the louder the sound was. I am guessing this wolf scent was the source of the howling. Last time I remember actually seeing a wolf, let alone a pack was the day we saw the pack.
It kept getting louder intel it stopped, and the howling turned into a growl.That is when I saw it. The dark hazel eyes of a wolf much taller than me, fur of a jet-black color. With two extra wolf's flanking on the either side. Then 3 more, 1 more. There is no turning back now. My life was never going to be the same after that, and I was right staring into the eyes of a fully grown pack.
Their back
The growling presided and when I glanced over at the other wolves my eyes got caught up on one of the. His hair was a dirty grey, around the eyes was a tanner color. His eyes softened up and a small whimper passed his mouth. It felt like the world had just stopped, and it was only the two of us. My brain was so flooded with tons of emotions both positive and negative.
Before I could try to figure anything out though all the wolves they started to back up, expect the one I was staring at. I have to get to know him, is it even a him? I have thousands of questions for him. I heard a voice in my head it startled me at first but became a voice of relief after.
“I don’t know who you are... But I need you to fallow me” That was all I heard before the wolf turned around and walked slowly. Was that him I just heard, he looked over his shoulder before making a gesture for me to fallow.
“Who are you?” I stated standing my ground as I watched him.
“I'll tell you anything you want to know. Just... You know what how about this, well meet at the beach down in La Push in about one hour. I'll see you then” That was all I got before he vanished off into the woods leaving me speechless about everything that was happening to me. So, I did what I was told, I decided to head back home like a good girl I was. Sneaking back inside the house was easy. All I had to do was jump back into my window. That was of course because I was in my human form.
Getting to La Push beach was easy, all I had to do was simple drive there. I haven't felt this feeling for decades, anxious for what was about to happen... He’s a wolf which means he has a human form... somehow though I manage to control my thirst that night. He was a gentleman at first at least. He is tall standing around six foot something. Muscular as hell but oh boy was he a fine man to lay my eyes on.
“You must be the girl... The one out in the woods...” He started off glancing in between me and the ground. “My names Paul... And I know this is going to sound strange but... Your life about to change” He states meeting my stare.
“Yes, my names Dystany”
And what happens next... well I'll tell you later
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Tape Recorders and the Broken Camera - A Theory
This came to me yesterday and I then spent ~2 hours writing this out. It’s Incredibly self indulgent and probably a bit ramble-y but sometimes you need to let yourself say and much as you want about your hyperfixation.. as a treat.
Word count is 1.5k, let me know what you think!!
TLDR: The Tape Recorders were able to manifest within Upton House as both they and the broken camera are artifacts of the Extinction. (Reasoning under the cut!)
As a start, I think it’s important to think about how Smirke’s 14 as a categorization system is more or less useless, but only about as useless as the categorization of things in real life. As much as a lot of folks’d like it to be (me included), nothing is really clearcut. In the context of TMA, consider the fear that your life, or life in general, is insignificant. Would this belong to The Vast (Insignificance and being small in the grand scheme of things) or The End (The inevitable end of your life, and the end of your impact in the universe)? Both? I think the answer to that depends on who you ask, honestly. Not only that, but there’s plenty of statements that don’t have a clear entity attached to them. Binary, Thrown Away, and Confession are a few examples of these.
The truth is that Smirke’s list of 14 isn’t as clear cut as we’d like to think. Trying to put things into clear cut boxes is something humans have been doing for forever, and Robert Smirke’s attempts at understanding The Fears are no different. The Fears are really just one amorphous thing, a spectrum (“colours except if colours hated [us]” (MAG111)) that doesn’t really fit any one definition without exceptions.
I think remembering this is important when thinking about how Jon, Martin, and co are going to try to reverse The Change. Using the Web or the Eye or some other plot-important power to reverse the apocalypse doesn’t seem likely to me since these fears don’t Really exist, and are just the names we call aspects of the one amorphous Entity that feeds on fear.
(“the Fears[…] can never be truly separated from each other. When does the fear of sudden violence transition into the fear of hunted prey? When does the mask of the Stranger become the deception of the Spiral?” (MAG160))
This is also relevant now considering how the tape recorders were still able to manifest in Salesa’s oasis, outside of the influence of both the Eye AND the Web.
So how was this possible? For the entire podcast it seemed that Jon’s tape recorders were Eye aligned. I mean, they’re an Eye avatar’s tape recorders for a reason. However, they aren’t a staple of an Archivist’s abilities; there were archivists before tape recorders existed (MAG53), and notably, Gertrude never used them when reading statements for herself (MAG111):
ARCHIVIST: Did [Gertrude] read statements?
GERARD: Sometimes. If she was getting shaky. They perked her up, I think. Feeding the Eye, you know? I’d sometimes hear her through the wall, just reading into the air, feeling it all.
ARCHIVIST: She… she didn’t use a tape recorder?
GERARD: Not when I was with her. She travelled light. Left things behind.
That means the tape recorders are unique to Jon rather than The Archivist as a role.
I’ve seen a lot of theories about the tape recorders being manifestations of the Web instead, but despite how cool these are, I don’t think thats true. For one, how do randomly-manifesting tape recorders listening in on what is happening to you feed the fear of being manipulated or losing control? The recorders themselves are passive; they almost never impact the actions of the characters themselves. In fact, most of the time they’re completely ignored - especially in S5. Though it’s true that Web-touched artifacts like Jon’s lighter often get swept past and left unconsidered to benefit the Web’s plan, that isn’t really what’s happening here. They’re very aware that these tape recorders aren’t normal (MAG161):
MARTIN: Hey – Hey, when did you start recording?
ARCHIVIST: (confusion) I – didn’t. I only brought one, and I’ve been using it to play the tapes.
MARTIN: Oh. (sigh) That’s not a great sign.
ARCHIVIST: No. No, it’s not.
And again in MAG181:
SALESA: Now tell me, do you know why there’s a tape recorder here? I noticed it just now, but I don’t believe I actually own one.
ARCHIVIST: Uh… Not really.
MARTIN: They sort of just… follow us round.
This doesn’t really sound like something that would fit the Web. You could argue that the recorders are the Web’s way of getting information on what’s going on with Jon and Martin, but they already use spiders for that. Also, the recorders were still able to manifest within Upton House (!!!) where supposedly no power could get through. But it’s not like there’s some Other eldritch entity unrelated to the Fears that the recorders could be related to, so how was the recorder able to manifest?
I think it has to do with how Salesa’s broken camera is related to the Fears. It was unclear which fear it was aligned to in this episode, only that it feeds on “the quiet worries that come from living in hiding” (MAG181). That’s why I started this whole thing talking about Smirke’s list. I don’t really know which of the fears that would apply to. Honestly, of the main 14, it could apply to a combination: The Dark (fear of not knowing what’s out there beyond your sanctuary), the Lonely (fear of hiding alone for the rest of your life), and the End (Fear of the inevitable collapse of your safe haven and your death.) I really don’t think it could be any one of these fears alone, only a combination could explain the camera’s existence.
The weird thing, though, is that we’ve never really seen an artifact this complicated before. Most artifacts had a pretty basic, non-nuanced relationship to the fears. Never as vague as this camera.
Unless!
THE BROKEN CAMERA IS AN ARTIFACT OF THE EXTINCTION!
If you think about it, all of the aspects I mentioned above for the fear of being in hiding can be connected to the extinction.
The Dark: The Fear of not knowing what’s out there beyond your sanctuary
The Extinction: The fear of what’s beyond your safe haven, what’s changed without you being there
The Lonely: The Fear of hiding alone for the rest of your life
The Extinction: The fear of being the last person alive, forced to reckon with the changed world/whatever you’re hiding from alone
The End: The Fear of the inevitable collapse of your safe haven and your death
The Extinction: The fear of being the last of what’s left of humanity, with the end of your life being the end of all of us
Not only that, but the camera itself is a manmade device (with the extinction having heavy technological themes). It’s also prime real estate to feed on the fears of those with bunkers/doomsday preppers, and Salesa’s acquisition of it was DIRECTLY related to wanting to survive a potential apocalypse. Even if it weren’t inherently extinction related from the beginning, its current use means that the fear it’s absorbing IS extinction related, whether or not that was the reason for its original manifestation.
So with the broken camera being an artifact related to the extinction, what does that mean for the tape recorders?
What if the reason the tape recorders can manifest within the Upton House is because they share an entity with the camera? And they can exacerbate the fear of being in hiding without removing the hiding aspect that makes it work? (after all, the tape recorders did first manifest again after the change when Jon and Martin were in hiding at the safehouse.)
Same with the creature of the Crawling Rot that paid Salesa a visit, the tape recorders can serve to remind the user of the camera that their bunker is not impenetrable. The reason it’s different from the corruption creature is that the tape recorder was Able to manifest within Upton House rather than just wander in. If it’s not related to feeding the same fear as the camera, why would the camera let it in at a risk of ruining its purpose?
The tape recorders’ connection with the broken camera seems to point to them being extinction-aligned, but they also serve as a form of record of How the World Changed and What is Left Without Us. This concept was a huge aspect of S5’s extinction statement (MAG175) as well.
This raises a lot of questions about why the tape recorders manifest for Jon specifically. Is he an extinction-aligned eye avatar? Are they not Really his, but manifest around him as they recognize his importance in the story of the apocalypse (which would make sense, since tapes have manifested for Just martin throughout S4 and S5)? What does this mean for the extinction and how the Change can be reversed? I’m not really sure to be honest!! I guess we’ll have to wait and see.
Starting at the beginning of S5, though, I thought that the podcast had to end with Jon’s death, as the tape recorders, a part of Jon, are the way we hear what actually happens in the podcast. I don’t think that’s necessarily the case anymore. The recorders, as manifestations of the extinction, wanted to drink in the fear of an incoming/ongoing disaster. It’s extremely likely they wouldn’t care to hear the relief of a saved world.
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Unexpected Oikawa x reader
A/N: I think this is only part one, I might do a second+ part depending on how it goes because I just needed some Oikawa love
Summary: You get a note with a pen from a stranger, but what happens when they want to meet you and do things together
Words: 1.5k
Warnings: None
You dropped this yesterday and I figured you may want it back attached with the note was a cute pen that still had the little plastic wrapped around this. It was the same type as the one you used, but it was obviously new and also in your favorite color. The note didn’t have a name on it and you couldn’t help but wonder who would have given you a note like that. Looking around your classroom you didn't notice anyone different. What you didn't notice was the boy shiley sending glances your way whenever he noticed you weren't looking. The pen put a big smile on your face and you wrote with it for the rest of class, it was your new favorite and you wanted to thank who it came from. You went almost two weeks wondering who the mystery person was and you looked constantly to try and catch someone's gaze.
I would love to be your partner on this project, could we meet in the library after school? You had no idea who this could be but a partner sounded great nonetheless, and it wasn't like there was anyone in the classroom you would hate to work with. You were nervous the rest of the day glancing around more than before wanting to know who'd just agreed to do this with. The day seemed to take on forever as you counted down the minutes until you saw the mystery pen person, or who you thought was the mystery pen person.
After school you said goodbye to your friends and slowly made your way towards the library. You had no idea who he was or how you would identify him (or her you didn’t know) but you were sure going to try. You walk to the library doors and froze as your hand but for the handle, what if this is a mistake you thought to yourself, what if it's a prank or a joke what would I do? Pretend that I just came to study? Or that these are my plans all along? That person would still know though and you didn't want to embarrass yourself. You take a step back from the doors and walk back down the steps contemplating every decision that led you here. What if they were a new friend or just really shy, how could you tell them no? It was on a whim when you walked back up the steps, opened the door and went out in the library. Now that you were in the library you really didn't know what to do so you decide to go to the table you could always be found studying in, it was a little bit towards the back and tucked right between the baking and home goods, the table had the best seat, enough outlets to charge every device in your entire house, and was right next to the window. It was a table you've spent countless hours sitting at, from projects to finals you'd spent all of your time at the library in that spot.
When you rounded the corner to get to the table you stopped dead in your tracks, someone was there and that someone had the same pen.
"Hello... "The person said, giving you a nervous smile.
"Oikawa….um….hi," you respond unsure of what you're seeing. Tooru Oikawa was the last person you thought you would see sitting there, he was the pretty boy that always had a girl hanging off of his shoulder, and he seems to like it that way. Sure he was cute but you couldn't be anywhere as cute as the girls he usually spends time with.
“Hi, Y/N I was wondering if you wanted to do this project with me?” He was audibly nervous, which was weird for someone as confident as him. Upon further inspection you notice that Oikawa has his glasses pushing his hair back on the top of his head, a tiny pink hint at his cheeks, and is writing with the same colored pen that was given to you.
“I would love to,” you joined him at the table across from him, “nice pen,” you add before pulling yours out to show him.
He gives you a big goofy smile, “I know, it’s my favorite color,” he responds, seeming more comfortable now.
“No way, it’s my favorite color too!” You can’t help but feel comfortable talking to him, he’s lost his typical show off jerk attitude.
The two of you continue to banter about whether or not gel pens should have a rubber grip or not, or if aliens made the opposite sex, it was overall a light hearted conversation that led perfectly into working on the project. You ended up working on it for almost an hour and ended up only a page or so away from finishing the whole thing before Oikawa had to pack up and go to practice.
“I had fun doing this, Y/N we should go to a coffee shop or something next time,” he smiled at you before grabbing the papers on the desk and heading off to practice.
You were still sitting there, confused about what just happened, a coffee shop? Fun? Was he joking? You hoped not because the two of you had such an easy time talking and he was genuinely a lot of fun to be around. You decided not to think too much about it and go back to finish the project so you could turn it in for the both of you, glancing at the table you noticed the project wasn’t there. The project wasn’t there. He had grabbed the project. Great, now you were going to have to redo the entire thing because he would take your name off of it, you really got played by him and his damn good looks and stupid conversations. You had other work to do now so you didn’t worry too much about it, and started on your math homework. After you finished with math you were done, so you packed up your bag and glanced out the window one last time before going and there you saw him, standing in the gym smiling at you. You two locked eyes and he gave you a little smile, you gave him a little one back as well as a little wave before heading out of the library. So that was how he knew where you always sat.
The next morning you entered class as tired as usual, you weren’t usually this tired though, so you walked in and sat right at your desk trying to get a nap in before your teacher started the lecture.
“Hey Y/N” You hear a taunting voice and look up, “now's not the time to take a nap, and besides I should be the one who’s tired, I finished our project last night and even went back to color code it,” he is both teasing you and completely serious.
You look at him with the most awestruck look you could imagine, he didn’t claim your work, he finished it.
“I know, I’m the best, you don’t have to say it aloud.” You giggle at him and sit up in your chair. You both end up talking until the warning bell rings, and the entire time you swear you can feel the jealous glares of the other girls in the room. It was a pretty normal morning aside from that, you took notes, listened to lectures and now you were getting ready for lunch.
“Y/N, are you and Oikawa talking?”
“Yeah what’s up with Tooru looking at you all morning, he couldn’t stay focused on anything but you.”
“What are you guys talking about,” you sigh, they clearly don’t see that he’s just being nice, besides you don’t want to get your hopes up that it could possibly mean something more.
After school comes with nothing else from your friends or from Oikawa. You don’t give any of it too much thought as you start to walk towards the exit of the school.
“Y/N wait up!”
You turn around to see the tall brunette running towards you, you stop and wait for him to catch up with you, and when he does all you can do is smile at him and wait for him to continue whatever thought he so desperately had to tell you.
“I wanted to ask if you wanted to go to lunch with me tomorrow and maybe walk around the city or something,” he asks you blushing bright red.
“I would love to.” Shit, shit, shit, why did you say yes? This sounded like a date, more of it was a date with the cutest boy in the entire school.
Oikawa lets out a giant sigh of relief and somehow turns ever more red than before, “Great, well I’ll pick you up at your house at noon tomorrow then.” He turns to start going back to the school.
“Wait!” he stops dead in his tracks, “how will you know where I live.”
“It’s written on the pen I gave you.” He smiles before heading back into the gym.
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yān yǔ
rating: m
genre: romance, fluff, comedy, wayv being absolute crackheads
word count: 1.5k +
pairing: reader x wayv
pt. 4
you were typing up a section of your school report that was due yesterday in the cafe attached to the building that wayv was staying at. you’d been so focused on wayv that you only started it today.
your hands felt numb from typing as you wrote paragraph after paragraph in the afternoon sun with an iced latte. then you feel a hand on your back.
“hi!” kun says smiling. you smile back, you really liked kun. he was always nice to you and the boys and he seemed fun to be around. you just wondered why he was here.
he probably saw the confusion on you face, but ignored it. “what’re you doing?” he asks casually.
“oh im working on a school report.”
he nods, “i miss school.”
“did you.. go to school?”
he blushes at you embarrassed.
“nonono not like that” you laugh, “im genuinely curious, when you were training did you go to school?”
“i became a trainee after i finished high school so i didn’t have too unlike most trainees.”
you nod, curious. “do you ever think you’ll want to do any future schooling?”
taken a back by your question he thinks for a moment.
“ i’d like to get a degree in aviation or aeronautical science.”
you look at him shocked. of course idols could be smart, but for some reason the thought never occurred to you here.
“wow...” you say. “that’s so fascinating... for any particular reason? or,”
he chuckles at how surprised you were. “yeah, i’ve always been interested in aircraft and that aspect of science. i tried to start training for a plane license, but it didn’t work at the time. i think i’ll have to wait a bit before i try again.
you know that “didn’t work at the time” meant that sm didn’t let him move forward with his training and “wait a little bit” meant when he was done performing and in his forties.
you decided not to say anything else, if you could just finish your stupid school work, you’d be free to work on your “plan” that with the boys.
“what do you study?” he questions, expecting you to say journalism or english.
“archaeology and linguistics.” you reply, frowning at your hypothetical coliseum excavation report.
“whoa.” he laughs, he was not expecting you to say that. you had to be crazy smart to study archaeology. and linguistics? no wonder you knew chinese you probably knew multiple languages. you were such a mystery it was astounding.
“that’s... um...” before he can embarrass himself even more or trip over words and blush in your face, he remembers why he came to see you in the first place.
“oh, when you get a chance, we wanted to talk to you in our room.”
“sure, i can come now if that’s okay”
he nods and smiles again. so you pack up your laptop. “am i allowed to be in your rooms?” you question.
“well, not exactly. but its not like we’ve never had strangers in there. as long as the staff members don’t come in,” he stops talking and faces forward red cheeked yet again.
because you didn’t have to think too hard on what type of strangers they would let into their bedrooms.
“its okay. i’ll put my hair up in a hat and if any of them come in they’ll just think i’m winwin.”
kun laughs hysterically at this and you grin. you liked making him laugh.
when you entered one of the boys bedrooms it was like you were a convict walking into a court hearing. all of the boys sat stone faced on the beds looking up at you.
then, amidst the thick quiet you hear xiaojun yawn, then winwin punches his exposed stomach for some reason and xiaojun squirms backwards falling on ten who yells hysterically and accidentally hits lucas in the face.
while all this is happening kun doesn’t blink an eye and looks at them with an “im done with these crackheads” look and just stands beside you.
you just stand there wondering how they possibly fit that many grown men onto a single bed.
after they finish whatever they were doing they become stone faced again and you're forced back up to the podium for your trial.
“i brought her here because we decided to talk about the thing” kun says trying to jog their memory.
“what thing?” lucas asks.
“ya i don’t remember anything about that.” hendery adds.
“after the cooking show?” kun says through gritted teeth.
“what cooking show?” hendery says, actually lost.
kun blinks once, twice then pretends like hendery never spoke in the first place.
“we never really discussed the details and our managers shouldn’t be bothering us today. so we wanted to seriously talk about it.”
you nod, like these guys could be serious.
“thanks again for what you did that day,” lucas says, then looking at winwin to say the same. but he pretends not to hear and looks away.
it was fine by you, you didn’t do it for his appraisal, you did it because you wanted to.
the room falls into a kind of stale silence until xiaojun gestures to an electric keyboard resting on their table.
“we hear you can play the piano?”
you death stare ten for telling everyone but he immediately looks away like he has no idea what xiaojun was talking about.
“yes, i use to play a lot more.”
you really don’t want to play the piano right now. it was a sensitive matter and you’d definitely be awkward.
“can you play it for us?” xiaojun asks
“oh, no i don’t think i can,”
they all start to encourage you to play saying “come on” and “please,”
the piano falls in your lap and you try to protest as they turn it on. your face gets really hot because of this stressful situation. but then you all hear a knock on the door.
“boys? are you in there?”
fear enters everyone's eyes as the manager knocks on the door.
you thought that they weren’t supposed to be here today.
“uuuh just wait a second i’m naked!” yangyang yells.
you look over confused, “ you could’ve just asked him to wait”
before he has time to protest ten grabs you by the arm.
“we have to hide you now!”
“where?”
“i’m just coming to drop off lucas’s jacket he left, and i also wanted to discuss the fan meet details!”
“quick!” kun yells, shoving you under the white sheets of the bed closer to the window. as the manager walks in.
“here can i just leave it on the chair?” the manger questions, wondering why ten was lying vertically across the bed.
“um, okay. about the fan meet, the bus schedule has changed to 45 minutes earlier so be ready to leave in the lot at around 9:20.”
he keeps talking about their fan meet details as you majorly overheat under their thick covers. it didnt also help that ten was lying on your stomach literally crushing the air out of your body.
the manager finally leaves after what feels like an eternity and you gasp for air, sitting up.
“aagh!”
they all laugh at you with your messy hair and red face.
“did you really have to lie on my stomach?” ten looks innocently up at you after he rolls down to lie on your upper legs.
“hey i think i did a good job, he didn’t seem to notice anything.”
you stick your tongue out at him in revolt and he tries to grab it so you try to wrestle his hands down to his chest. after you somehow managed to push his hands down, you lean down on his chest as he coughs hysterically.
bet he didn’t like how that felt very much.
the boys were looking at you weirdly. so to break the silence you suggest, “why don’t we finish this in my room? staff members can’t just barge in because i am,”
“not an idol?” yangyang suggests.
“not worth their attention?” winwin adds
“you’re a laaady?” xiaojun says.
“you’re a ghost, like in the sixth sense, where it’s just in the boy’s head, but you’re simultaneously in all of our consciousnesses.” hendery says.
“how come i can touch things then?” you say lifting up ten’s limp arm and then letting it fall back down.
“well... you’re the kind of ghost that has an actual form and..” he trails off and you slowly say,
“ok.... well anyways let’s go there and we can discuss that more later?”
the boys get up and walk outside to enter your room.
you sit on your chair to let the seven boys take the bed. they inspect your room closely.
“wow your room is like way worse than ours.” lucas states looking disgusted around.
“ya you definitely got tricked, this must be a joke.” kun laughs looking at your small quarters.
“umm y/n?” yangyang says while pointing to a white lacy bra you had left on the ground at the foot of your bed.
“oops” you say slightly embarrassed. you go over and put it in your suitcase facing away from them purposely.
“okay,” kun says slightly blushing as well. “now for the details.”
you nod earnestly waiting.
“we want you to write an article about our mismanagement. its okay though, you can do it under a fake name so you won’t be fired, and we’ll give you all the information.”
“we need someone that’s good at writing to make the article readable.” lucas adds.
you laugh for about 30 seconds, and the boys wonder if they said something funny.
“you’re big plan is to write a strongly worded article?”
“well,” ten says. “it would technically be you writing the article.”
“I was going to write a strongly worded article anyways...”
“oh..” xiaojun says defeated.
“i had something better in mind” you smirk.
they look at you in surprise, you had thought of them.
“do you guys have access to your albums drive on the producers computer?”
“sure” kun replies. “they give us some previews of beats and backtracks for our lyrics. also while yangyang was trying to download animal crossings on a company computer he downloaded a hidden file with the passwords for all sm music producers accounts.” kun glares at yangyang remembering that time.
“what? I didn’t meddle with anything, I could’ve easily adlibbed on sunny side up, but I didn’t because I’m responsible...”
everybody just looks at yangyang for a few seconds before returning to the conversation.
“what i’m suggesting, is you guys make the title track that you’ve always wanted too. do whatever you want, make an amazing track and right as the other title song is about to be released and sent for album production. you switch it out.”
“i don’t know...” winwin states, “wouldn’t they figure it out if they previewed the songs, then we’d be in big trouble.”
“no,” ten says back. “if you’re on the laptop you could just change the file name of the new track to the one they want us to release, and it’d be a single encryption for the producers.”
“how do you know this?” lucas replies.
“yeah you’ve never taken any computer classes hyung.” xiaojun replies.
“hey, we do things a little differently over in thailand. you need to be good a whole bunch of things.”
“literally one of the only videos that we have of you in thailand is with red spiked hair rapping baby by justin beiber.” hendery yells at ten.
ten’s ears turn red immediately as he yells “okay but i also learned a lot about computers there too!”
“i think you just like to watch a lot of porn on company laptops.” lucas says.
the boys break out into laughter as ten just slowly nods in agreement.
“do you guys like the idea? we can start working on it right away and I can also release an article on the song so the producers cant recall it.”
“okay.” kun says looking at wayv. “should we do this.” he looks at the others and you feel very out of place so you get up to leave.
“where are you going?” xiaojun asks softly.
“oh, i was just gonna give you guys a minute.”
the boys look up at you with big round eyes.
“but we want you here.” yangyang says.
“yea, you’re apart of this too y/n, without you we wouldn’t be able to do this.” kun says smiling.
you feel a large swell of emotions in your stomach at the boys kind words, you sit back down.
“we’re gonna do this.” ten says totally serious.
“we’re gonna do this.” they all respond back nodding.
“yay!” you jump up, “this is gonna be so fun! i can just imagine the coverage this’ll give the article! and you guys of course too is- are important i meant to say that first...” you stopped talking for the good of everyone.
they seem to find it endearing though, as they smile.
“alright then, we’ll start as soon as we get to bejing.” winwin says.
“wait but isn’t that in four days?”
“no y/n, we leave tomorrow, did you not hear the manager, or were you too preoccupied with my big juicy butt?” ten jokes.
“please never refer to your butt as big and juicy again, it was definitely the first one.”
the boys laugh definitely thinking of ten’s butt.
“okay, this has been fun but now i have to pack so..” you say it in a way so the boys would know that they should leave.
“oh, we don’t mind.” lucas says clueless.
“yea you can pack, you really wear the same two sweaters everyday.” winwin says smiling annoyingly.
“okay out for real now, i mean it.” they all get up and leave now, filing out.
they wave to you as they leave and you shut the door promptly. wondering how you got yourself into this mess, and how this was gonna end.
part 5
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i don't know if you're taking requests and I don't even know if you write for pepperony but maybe Pepper remembering when he assigned the 'Pepper' nickname to her?
I usually don’t take requests because I usually am not able to write them, but this made me so soft. And you caught me in a writing mood,
I’m sorry it’s really sad :( Pepperony :(
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Sprinkled.
Virginia Potts had always been proud of him. It had been from day one that she knew that Tony was going to be both her most overwhelming nightmare and her loveliest of dreams. Anthony Edward Stark. Tony. Tones. It hadn’t come to her plans to fall in love with him. If she had only known she would’ve warned the clumsy and young and redheaded Virginia who had first walked into that office. Not to stop herself, no, she wouldn’t regret it, but a little heads up would’ve been good.
She remembered it like it had been just yesterday, he was behind his desk looking at some sketches he had on it, he was biting on a pencil and mumbling something to himself. He was wearing an ac-dc t-shirt. He looked so professional, and just as Miss Potts had imagined him to be, not that this was the first time meeting him, but this was the first time really seeing him if that made any sense at all, it did to Virginia. She was feeling unusually nervous, her hands were sweating as she was standing outside his office and watched him from the opened door. She had a matching black skirt with a blazer which she had so neatly chosen in the morning and some black heels, her makeup was subtle, except for the fact she was wearing a bright red lipstick to give her a little bit of confidence.
Suddenly seeing him so casual made Miss Potts feel self-conscious, maybe she had dressed up too much for the occasion. The red lipstick she was wearing was probably a little bit too obnoxious, she still liked it, however. She took out a handkerchief and cleaned it off, it was too much for the occasion. She had walked up with dignity and waited for Mr Stark to look up. He hadn’t, he was still talking to himself, making Potts uncomfortable, just slightly.
Miss Potts had been working for a little while in the Stark industries and Tony-Mr. Stark had personally asked for her to be his new assistant. Of course, it was a big deal to her, Howard Stark’s son had personally asked for her. She must have done something right. An almost new secretary being called by the one and only? That was something Virginia wanted and was definitely going to swank. But she was also terrified of this, knowing damn-well that sometimes men in charge liked to take advantage of their said positions. Aldrich Killian had been the perfect example, and she was not willing to deal with any of that crap again.
Harold Hogan, Stark’s bodyguard and chauffeur, a man she had met minutes before, walked into the office and Virginia moved to the side holding on to her briefcase.
He grinned at Miss Potts before turning to Mr Stark. He frowned with a chuckle, knowingly. “Tony,” he said.
Tony, not Anthony, not Stark not even Mr Stark. Tony. The man didn’t look up as Virginia still fidgeted with her briefcase.
“Just a second, Happy,” he said. “I’m trying to figure out the correct way to say hello to the lady with the pink-kinda red smudged lips here who’s been standing there for 5 minutes without saying a word.”
Virginia had blushed instantly and regretted cleaning off her lipstick, she cleaned the remaining lipstick with her hand. “I’m sorry, I didn’t want to interrupt you.”
Tony chuckled as he finally looked up and smirked. “But you should have, Miss Potts.”
“Well, you already know my name,” she smiled, getting back on her confidence. “So, I’m your new-”
“New assistant, yes,” Tony finished her sentence. “I asked for you, you seem to have potential to help me run the company, you know it better than I do,” he said.
Harold-Happy raised an eyebrow chuckling. “Oh, she’s running the company?”
“She’s in charge of me so she basically is,” Tony chortled. “You’re the boss of me, Miss Potts.”
“May I ask why it was me, Mister. Stark?” Virginia had been dying to ask since she had first heard the news.
“I asked around, to see who was the most competent in here, and your name always popped up,” Tony grinned. “It’s you, it’s always you.”
She chuckled. “Well, I’m glad I’m doing okay,” she said.
He looked up at her. “Virginia sounds too formal, though,” he acknowledged as he looked up at her. “Virg, Gina,” he wrinkled his nose. “Hm, I’ll come up with something. By the way, the red lips look good.”
Miss Potts grinned. Unbeknownst to her, she wasn’t going to have it easy. But with that, it had started. And suddenly Virginia Potts found herself worrying for a man who didn’t have his head on his head. She was mental, taking care fo Tony was like taking care of a child. Arranging his schedules and having to figure out ways to apologize for him being late. Picking up his dry cleans, and arranging his dates. Making reservations and then cancelling them because, of course, Tones didn’t have the time for them.
“I like your freckles, Miss Potts,” he said once. “I like your red hair, it’s like they’ve sprinkled pepper all over on you.”
“They’re waiting out for you, the conference started ten minutes ago,” she reminded him as she looked down at her notes.
“Give me a break, Pepper Potts,” he grinned. “I like that one, Pepper, Pepper, has a ring to it, doesn’t it?”
She smiled. “Miss Pepper Potts for you, sir.”
It stuck.
The job apparently had been an ‘instructions-not-included’ package that Virginia hadn’t had the time to assimilate. It had been a nightmare, honestly, but getting to spend time with Tony-Mr. Stark made it worth it. Even if he was a bit of an idiot sometimes Miss Potts---Pepper knew that she was the one to get a nice side from him. Pepper-- realized that Tony was himself whenever he was around her.
There was something she learned about him, however. Tony never rested. The man lived on coffee.
Suddenly she found herself flirting with him, even when it hurt taking out the trash in the morning. It had become a non-pleasant routine that left Pepper heartbroken. Seeing how the thousands of women were flinging by and then she’d be the one to face them, smirk on her face.
Pepper was the one to stay, she was aware of that. Whatever happened, she’d be the one to stay by his side, even if he didn’t like it. Pepper did whatever an insane woman could do, fall in love with him. But it didn’t matter, because he was in love with her, too. Even if they both tried to hide it, it was obvious.
And he’d remind her how much he loved those freckles, and she’d be reminded every day that she was just his assistant. Until… she wasn’t anymore. Maybe the distance between their lips had just been unnecessary.
And it had stayed that way, from when he got kidnapped, to when she stopped having her red-hair.
He mentioned it.
“So you’re not sprinkled with pepper anymore, except for your freckles of course,” he commented. “I like it, blonde looks good, Miss Potts, brings up the red lipstick. It’s like light, I like it.”
And it did look good, so it stayed like that for a while. It has been blonde since. And she had been there for him, too. Every situation. Even if it was just 12% of the situation, or even if she needed a break from him. It was just like that, with Tony she needed to rest because he never did. Tony Stark was an adventure.
In dark times, that’s when he needed his light.
“I was never the romantic type, never the hero type, if I told myself a few years ago I’d be here,” he chuckled. “I would probably laugh at myself. But I look back, at everything, and I know it, the motivation to be a better person, the reason why I’ve been kept alive all these years, my coffee in the morning, the pepper sprinkled on my food,” he laughed. “You’re it, Pepper, you’re what’s kept me alive all those years, you’re the reason I’m awake, it’s you, it’s always been you.”
That’s how he had proposed. They lived, quite a life. With Morgan, and with Tony not being able to sleep at night. But she’d be there, comforting him. Reading books with him, and she was finally resting. But he never did, he never truly did.
“You can rest now.” And she had kissed his cheek.
But now, Pepper looked at her blonde hair and she didn’t like it anymore. It had been difficult. Tony was resting, now. Had she failed to keep him awake? It had been the right thing to do. Maybe he had fulfilled his purpose.
And she’d wear his t-shirts at night whenever she missed him, and she’d hug Morgan tighter. A blonde, sad but proud Pepper Potts. But something seemed off, Pepper Potts wasn’t Pepper Potts without reason. So she dyed it back red as if someone had sprinkled Pepper on her.
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WIP - The Cold
So @bardofspades had a really good idea that since OMGCP as a comic will be finishing up in April, we should in some way post a WIP to get it out there and hopefully resurge our community a little bit.
I signed up for a reverse bang in early 2019 with the thought that I could not only write a fic based on someone’s art in a short amount of time, but I could do it with a newborn baby, AND I could do it for a ship I’ve never written before. What I learned from that was a) writing with a newborn is hard, b) writing a ship outside your comfort zone is hard, and c) I absolutely cannot write a fully-fledged fic from inception to posting on someone else’s timeline.
I still feel guilty about having to drop out of this bang and I promised myself I would write this someday. That someday may still happen, but in the meantime, here is the introduction and 1.5K summary of a NurseyDex fic I never finished, where the frogs + Farmer are glaciologists studying the effects of climate change on glaciers in Antarctica. Hope you enjoy this peek into my writing process - every fic I’ve ever written starts with this type of summary that turns into the posted story you read.
C.Chow
I hope you don't mind us messaging you like this. Your dean gave us your contact info.
C.Chow
We read your paper on glacial decay in Antarctica (and LOVED it!) and wanted to know if you had already planned another trip to study irreversible decline?
W.Poindexter
Thanks. I haven't planned another trip. My research partner moved to Arizona to study geology.
C.FarmerChow
We proposed a research study of the same topic to our university and they're willing to send us for two weeks in early January, before classes start. If you could swing another trip by then, we'd love if you could accompany us.
C.Chow
I'm Chris by the way. Dr. Chris Chow.
C.FarmerChow
I'm Dr. Caitlin Chow. If you want to look me up, my research is under Caitlin Farmer.
W.Poindexter
Let me guess. Just married?
C.FarmerChow
A month now. They just updated my email.
W.Poindexter
Congrats.
C.Chow
Thanks!
W.Poindexter
I haven't brought up the return to my university yet, but I know they'd support another project. This is interesting timing, though. I just got an email from someone else yesterday about the same thing.
C.FarmerChow
Oh really? From who?
W.Poindexter
Dr. Derek Nurse at Columbia. I haven't responded to him yet.
C.Chow
I've heard of him! He's got a cool paper on ablation zones on some glaciers in Canada.
W.Poindexter
Yeah I read it. It was interesting.
W. Poindexter
Where are you guys thinking of going?
C.FarmerChow
Taylor Glacier and Blood Falls, probably. I recently read that Taylor was classified as irreversible.
W.Poindexter
Let me see if I can swing it.
W.Poindexter
And if Dr. Nurse wants to go.
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UNEDITED SUMMARY
General Story Summary: Chris and Caitlin Chow, recently married glaciologists at the University of Washington, read a paper authored by William Poindexter of the University of Maine on the study of healthy glaciers in Antarctica. The paper cites a desire to extend the research to unhealthy glaciers to determine the point of "irreversible decline." If successful, this research can be shared with others globally to truly determine our rate of glacial decay. After contacting Dr. Poindexter, they discover he has been in contact with another glaciologist at Columbia University in New York, a Dr. Derek Nurse, who is interested in the same topic. The four agree to go to Taylor Glacier near McMurdo Station in Antarctica.
They spend the first two-three days setting up their research tools but also decide to explore. Dex has been on this sort of expedition before but none of the others have, so he is their guide while hiking, kayaking, and skiing. He shows everyone the beauty of the continent but is very cautious, knowing how dangerous it is. This is their first encounter with the penguins, as they discover there is a colony living about a half a mile away from them down a slope near the shore.
Dex and Nursey immediately do not get along; Nursey doesn't listen and takes risks while exploring, which gets under Dex's skin because he knows how dangerous it is. In his previous expedition his fellow researcher fell through ice and they almost lost him -- not just under the ice, but from the resultant hypothermia -- and had to leave early to ensure his safety. This is why Dex wanted to come back, to finish the work they started, and also why Dex is alone, because his friend refused to come back and has since relocated from Maine to Arizona as he can no longer handle the cold. Dex does not tell this to Nursey until later - until this conversation, Nursey just assumes Dex is an uptight asshole.
Dex and Nursey argue a lot over the three days of exploration, argue about how to conduct their research. A few days into this, while they're drilling through ice, they have their second encounter with penguins. Nursey points them out and Dex looks over, and while they're watching the penguins being amusing, the ice underneath them cracks. Dex panics and screams and it looks like Nursey is going to fall through the ice, but Dex catches him at the last minute and his leg gets soaked but that's about it. They immediately return to camp - time is of the essence for Nursey's foot. He needs to remove his pants, dry his leg and change his clothes immediately, and warm it up. Every moment it's wet and exposed, they're in danger of losing it. After Nursey's pants come off and Dex dries off his foot, they have the conversation where it's revealed that Dex's friend nearly died. They have a civil conversation, with moments of heat as Dex tells Nursey it's not chill, he could have lost his foot [”We were 15 minutes from the camp! If this was winter, you'd have lost your leg.”], and Nursey says he can't think about potentially losing his foot. If he doesn't keep his cool he'll lose it completely and never get it back.
Dex and Nursey respect each other a lot more now after the incident. Nursey is more careful, Dex is more patient, and they grow together over the course of the next two weeks while they continue their experiments. On one of the nicer days near the end of their trip they're sitting outside eating lunch when a rogue penguin finds them and is staring at their food. No one knows much about penguins and what they eat or if they're aggressive, but the penguin is waddling forward. Chowder gives him food and Dex groans, "They're like seagulls, you know. Now we're going to have the entire fucking colony over here begging for food." To which Farmer says they're much cuter than seagulls, and Dex eventually agrees that yes they're much cuter than seagulls. The penguin is friendly after they feed it and it lets Nursey pet its little head; Nursey laughs and looks at Dex, who's smiling at him. The penguin, realizing there's no more food to be had, nips at Nursey and catches his finger. Nursey yelps and Dex makes him remove his glove; he has a cut but nothing serious. The penguin wanders away and Nursey and Dex go back inside so Dex can treat Nursey's cut. Dex cleans it and puts a band-aid on it, slightly worried about infection, but Nursey tells him to chill, and Dex rolls his eyes. They have a conversation about how cool it is that the penguin just walked right up to him and Dex says that Nursey looked adorable petting it and Nursey ribs him for the use of the word "adorable" so Dex says "I can't say sexy, you were petting a penguin!" and Nursey asks if Dex thinks he's sexy and Dex gets serious and says yes, and Nursey kisses him, and they go into their bunk and have sex. There's no privacy in their shelter; Chowder and Farmer know they're doing it and at one point when the door opens and they enter, Chowder is about to enter the room to ask how hard can it be to put on a bandaid when he realizes they're doing it and Farmer says "Christ, about time!"
After lunch they go back out to do more work and Dex is red from head to toe. Chowder and Farmer are chirping them about doing it; Nursey is chill but Dex is not but they catch eyes and Dex calms down. After a successful test they go back to the shelter, have dinner, and settle in for the night - Chowder and Farmer in one bunk, Dex and Nursey in the other. Dex and Nursey mutually attack each other (Charmer has done the same in their bunk) and then afterward they're snuggling and Nursey asks if Dex hooked up with his friend who fell in the ice. Dex says yeah of course, they were alone together for two weeks, of course they hooked up, and Nursey asks more pressing questions - were they in love, did they continue to hook up after they got back and he got better, and Dex says no, no, no to all of it. It wasn't like that. They were in the middle of nowhere, it was legit winter, they were bored and people change in these sort of extreme situations. They never once mentioned what happened when they were trying to keep each other warm. Nursey asks if that's all they're doing, keeping each other warm, and Dex hesitates.
Nursey gets angry and loses his chill for the first time (they've argued before but Nursey always is chill. Combative, but chill) and gets dressed and makes to go outside and Dex is yelling at him that he's crazy, he can't go out in the dark alone, but Nursey storms off with his backpack and Dex starts to get dressed. Chowder meets him in the living area; whatever he and Farmer were doing they stopped when the yelling began, and Dex is gearing up to go outside. Chowder says he's crazy and Dex says Nursey is the crazy one, who's already out there. Dex, Chowder, and Farmer all go out to find him and they eventually do after an hour. Nursey's fine but very cold. Dex calls him reckless. Nursey says he would have been fine if he'd brought his compass so he could find his way back. Dex asks why he couldn't just look at the stars and Nursey says "Not all of us can navigate by the stars, Magellan," and Dex smirks and ribs at him because there actually aren’t stars since it’s the middle of summer and it’s never truly dark. They head back toward the shelter; Chowder and Farmer first, Dex and Nursey dawdling behind. Nursey admits he doesn't want this to end, that he's not just trying to stay warm, that he cares about Dex despite the fact that Dex is infuriating. Dex admits that he might have had feelings for his friend but his friend didn't want anything to do with him after they left the cold and Dex didn't want to get hurt again. Nursey says he would never hurt Dex, not intentionally, but he admits it won't be easy. They're so different. Dex says not really. We like the same things when it comes down to it. We both came to fucking Antarctica for Christ's sake, and Nursey agrees. Yeah, yeah they did.
Possible epilogue of Dex and Nursey sharing an office at Samwell, which is halfway between NY and Maine and fighting about coffee mugs before Nursey makes a joke about storming off into the darkness and they kiss.
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