#like obviously I can ask him to change only one bulb

[grunge-mermaid]

my last remaining lightbulb in my sitting room just burnt out which means I either have to find something tall enough and stable enough (& can support my weight) for me to stand on to reach the light fixture so I can change only one lightbulb so my room isn't painfully bright

or I have to ask my dad to do it and end up with 3 Way Too Bright lightbulbs for all eternity

#we have a step ladder but I am no tall enough to reach the lightbulbs while standing on it #like obviously I can ask him to change only one bulb #but will he remember to change only one bulb? #or will he Dad Mode it and say “all 3 bulbs are burnt out so I'm going to change all 3 while I'm up here” and then ruin everyone's lives?

[dollywheeler]

October 2nd, 1996

Dear diary,

Apparently, mom has run out of things to clean and is in instead coping with her nerves by continuing to sort through the stuff in the basement. She said she'd noticed some things while we'd been clearing space that she thought Mike might want back. It's already waiting by the door, as if she wants to make sure she doesn't forget - as if she only has one chance to give it to them. I almost tripped over the box when I rushed into the house to change and shower before coming here.

I don't think I'm nervous about it anymore. Sure, I'm worried about Mike and mom interacting - I have no idea what to expect from that. The theater had already been awkward enough that was only a conversation of about five minutes. Now they'll be spending the entire evening together. Hell, do they even know how to cook? Mike's letter said he could, but I just assumed he meant being able to boil potatoes and cook sausages to an acceptable degree.

It's going to be weird seeing him host.

The first time with Nancy had been weird like that too, seeing mom be the guest for once instead of the one in charge. Except, Nancy had been happy to let mom help, recognising mom's instinct to take care of her children. I doubt Mike will let her even step foot in the kitchen. Mike has always been stubborn like that.

I think he's caught on to me and Daniel - I mean, obviously he should have seen us at the dance, but he disappeared for a huge chunk of the night so I thought he'd missed most of the slow dancing. By the time I noticed him and Will return, the night was almost over and everyone was making the most of dancing with all their friends one last time. Still, he has this knowing look on his face when he watches us now, like he's sizing Daniel up. If he dares give his opinion though I might strangle him. So far he hasn't said anything, but he's generally been really good at being professional at school.

He doesn't go out of his way to talk to me unless I approach him first - which I only did to ask more details about Friday. Maybe I'm starting to look forward to it. Just a little bit. I just want to know what their house looks like from the inside, and even though it's going to be awkward talking about what they've been up to the last eight years, I can't help but be curious what life has been like for them outside of Hawkins.

The Stevenson's hallway light just started flickering, so I had to grab a chair and screw the bulb in tighter. Luckily that seems to have done the trick.

I hate when lights do that; it always sends chills down my spine. It's funny because I know it's nothing, it's literally just a faulty bulb, and yet I'm bothered by it. Sandy would joke it's because it wreaks havoc on my sense of perfection, which honestly might be the case. Blaming that one nightmare would make more sense, except nothing about that dream had been all that frightening. I think about it often, so even if it had been scary at one point, it's just a cool curiosity to me now, a weird association my brain makes; table lamp -> weird dream I had when I should have been too young to remember.

Speaking of; I handed in my final assignment for Will's class but I don't know if Will liked it. I mean, I think it's as well as I could have made it - even though the details on the wallpaper are lacking - but he always gets this weirdly pinched expression when he looks at it. Usually I would assume it was disappointment, like he'd hoped I would have done better, but even I'm proud of my drawing so I doubt that's the case. We'll see when I get the grade back.

Anyway, I'm going to get back to practicing guitar. I got distracted playing - or at least attempting to - 4 Non Blondes before, but I should get back to Where's My Mind? so that I can at least play one full song before jumping onto other things.

Love, Holly

#holly wheeler #the third wheeler #mike wheeler #stranger things #fanfic #byler #will byers

[sonickedtrowel]

Young!11/River kissing for a bet pls (extra points for featuring Amy and Rory) 💕

Omg Anon I thought this ask was lost to the sands of time but it's still here and if you are too, well, you're in luck!! (ao3 link)

“Tell me you saw that,” said Amy.

“You’ll have to be a bit more specific,” Rory replied.  “I’ve seen a lot of things today, and I’m pretty sure I can’t remember half of them.”

“River and the Doctor!  They are obviously shagging, right?”

“Do I really have to think about this?” Rory whinged.  “I’ve got enough of a headache from all the alien memory erasure.”

“Come on.  There’s no way you didn’t notice.”

“I, uh, did get that impression,” he reluctantly admitted.  “I’m just not sure he knows it yet.”  Amy snorted.  “River said something to me, back when this all started.  From her point of view, it’s... like he’s slowly forgetting her.”

“That’s horrible,” Amy said softly.

“Yeah.  I wanted to say something helpful, you know?  She can be a bit scary, but it’s obvious how this hurts her.  But I don’t think there’s really anything to be done.  Whenever he does work it out, it’ll already be in her past.”

“Poor River,” said Amy.  “The Doctor’s a complete moron about this stuff.  A big, genius, stupid moron.  And even we needed a little shove.  If Mels hadn’t said anything, who knows how long it would have taken us—”

The sonic whirred, and the tiny red bulb flashing amongst the instruments on the TARDIS console blinked out.  The live feed went silent.  

Alone with the humming of the time rotor again, the Doctor slumped over the console.

Well, fine, maybe he was a moron.  But it wasn’t as if anything about this was easy.  It hadn’t been easy when she died before his eyes, telling him not to dare change one line of their life together that he’d yet to live.  It hadn’t been easy trying to keep her from winding her way into his hearts— in fact, he’d failed rather spectacularly on that front, despite his best intentions.  

It wasn’t easy to begin, when he’d already seen the end.  When he couldn’t change her future because it was already his past.  Wasn’t it all set in stone already, then, no matter what he did?  So how did it still feel like he was making a complete mess of everything?

Maybe it was past time he started clearing up after them.

___

“I won’t lie,” River called as he emerged from the TARDIS, “I was rather hoping you’d be back.”  She was sat half-curled on her bunk, her back against the cell wall and her diary open on her lap.  “How long has it been?  A few decades?”

“Er, about half an hour?”

“Oh.”  There was a quiet brittleness to the sound, her initial bravado faltering as she laid down her pen, and the Doctor noticed for the first time the red tinge around her eyes.  “Me too,” she said softly.

River Song had never looked so uncertain.  The memory of her warmth still tingled on his lips; the blaze of joy that had spilled out of her mind and suffused every place they touched.  How quickly and utterly he’d doused that exquisite glow with a thoughtless word.  He wouldn’t dare think River fragile, but something was on the verge of breaking here, if he didn’t handle it with the proper care.

No pressure.  The Doctor took a deep breath and gripped a bar of her cell, pausing in the still-open doorway.  “I was, uh, hoping I could give that another go.”  His cheeks felt so hot there was no doubt he’d turned a very unattractive shade of tomato.

“Doctor,” she said, placating, her gaze dropping to her lap as she sat up and valiantly cobbled together a façade of composure, “you don’t have to—”

“I want to.”  He forgot how to swallow for a moment, but basically managed not to audibly choke on his own tongue.  What was worse than tomato?  Molten lava?  The distance between them was humiliating.  He couldn’t have such a mortifyingly sensitive conversation shouting across a room.  Somehow, when he forced his unreliable legs to carry him jerkily over the gulf between them, it was only a couple of steps.

The Doctor sat down on her bed.  He made sure not to think about the fact that he was sitting on her bed.  River watched him, frozen and wide-eyed.

“River, I— I want this,” he managed to wrench out.  You.  Us.  Even as he made her an offering of his pride, his tongue couldn’t seem to shape the truer words.  He desperately hoped she understood.  No, no, that wasn’t good enough.  He reached out, taking both of her cold hands in his.  “River,” he repeated, the word creaking past his lips, raspy and low.  A plea and an admission.  He was tired, so tired of fighting it.  It hadn’t worked, anyway.  He was done for.  And every time he ran away, he only hurt her more.

He lifted one hand to tuck her spectacular hair behind her ear, and her eyes fluttered ever-so-briefly shut.  She still hadn’t moved; she seemed almost afraid to breathe.  Miscalculating their relationship like that must have been shockingly painful for her.  She’d reached out to touch him and been burned.  The urge to reassure her gave him courage enough to speak again, but god knew what was going to come out of his mouth when he did.

“River,” he muttered again, maybe just because he’d always loved the way her name felt on his tongue.  He brushed the backs of his fingers feather-light over her face, then his hand slowly lowered, hovering hesitant between them.  “Can I…”

“Yes,” she said, though it came out as a breath without sound, and she cleared her throat.  “You can touch me.”

Her whispered words sent a startling spike of heat through him, and almost before the Doctor knew it he was kissing her, slowly; scarcely moving but to lean in and cradle her face in his hands.  He did his best to take in the little details: the slight friction of her lips sliding soft against his, the stifled whimper she exhaled over his cheek.  He pulled back just enough for a shared breath to warm the air between them, for his nose to brush hers, then kissed her again.  When he dared to trace over her lower lip with his tongue, she sighed contentedly as her lips parted.  Surely it had been this lovely before, too, but the shock had gotten the better of him.  Now he felt he could just melt into her; forget everything in the universe but how good it was to finally let himself love her.

She’d been generous with her permission, so he didn’t hesitate to slip an arm around her back and pull her closer.  The warm, solid shape of her under his hands, pressed to his chest, was intoxicating.  It was baffling.  He was a fairly indiscriminate hugger, but he’d always been too terrified to touch River like that— maybe afraid once he started, he’d never stop.  And good job he hadn’t, because this was not what it was normally like.  This was… bigger.  And the more he kissed her; the more he leant over her for a better angle and his palms pressed into her back and she shifted her body beneath him, making a ragged, desperate little noise in her throat; the more he realised this was very quickly becoming something he hadn’t exactly planned on.  Of course, he could stop any time.  River was following his lead, accepting whatever he offered but making no demands of her own.  That didn’t seem fair.  She deserved so much better than he’d given her.

“You’re, uh.  Sure I can’t convince you to come with me?” he muttered in her ear, and he actually felt her shiver.  Mental note of that, check.

“I really shouldn’t…” she whispered, but the ellipsis was audible, hanging in the air between them.

“I’ll have you back before they miss you.  And, ah, Amy and Rory have gone to bed.”  Not that he was implying they were going to require privacy, or anything— no, actually, maybe that was exactly what he was saying.  Thankfully not aloud, although somehow he felt like River knew just what he was thinking anyway.

“Hang on,” she said, squinting off into the near distance with a frown, “I’m just figuring out how weird something is.”

“Um, okay.”

“Mm, decided I don’t care.  Let’s go.”

__

Sneaking River out of prison (which surely shouldn’t have been so easy to do— what kind of operation were they running, anyway?) and into the darkened TARDIS console room made the Doctor feel, for some reason, positively giddy.  (It was also completely unnecessary, because it was his ship, and his companions had gone to bed, and there was also no reason she shouldn’t be there with him just like she had been an hour ago, anyway— except that it all felt very different now.)  She was holding his hand, and that was another completely mundane thing he did with friends and acquaintances every day without a second thought, but which suddenly seemed unusually intimate and warm and wonderful when it was River.  He couldn’t seem to stop giggling, which might have partly been nerves, and partly the unnecessary sneaking, but was mostly because he was, actually, ridiculously happy.  

River kept shushing him, but she was laughing too, which made him laugh more, which made her laugh and shush more and then, in a moment of wildly impulsive bravery, he backed her up against the console and kissed her.  That stifled both their giggles, as she let out a long sigh and wrapped her arms around his neck.  She really was outrageously, staggeringly, miraculously wonderful.  It was nice to just let himself think that for a moment, without five tonnes of weight attached to it; without all the shadows it cast.  Instead, just for now, he thought: They really could have been doing this all along?  He was definitely a moron.

“...and you really think this is going to work?  Challenging him to a bet?”

“Worth a shot.  Believe me, he’s a sore loser.  That’s how I got him to go to Space Florida.”

“Um, what is that?” River groaned mournfully.

“Ah, probably bumped into Amy’s nanorecorder, it was somewhere on the console,” the Doctor muttered over the dull chatter.

“Could you please shut it off?” she whinged, which seemed a bit out of character, but he obligingly fumbled one-handed over the controls for it in the dim light.  He didn’t find anything immediately, but he did crane his head to the side enough that he wound up pressed into River’s neck, and her skin was so very warm and soft under his lips as he breathed her in.  The sounds she made in response to that were even more enticing, and he forgot all about whatever it was he’d been looking for, until the echoey chatter came through again, louder:

“Oh, you should’ve seen him the first time I met River.  Before that, I sort of thought he was asexual?  But, not like a person is— like an amoeba.  But then he was trying to be grumpy with her and obviously kept coming up with horny instead.”

River burst into riotous laughter as the Doctor choked on air, searching frantically along the console for the stupid bloody little lightbulb — but then River hopped up onto the console and wrapped her legs around him, beaming at him as she pulled him down for another kiss and, well.  A little more humiliation was really a small price to pay.

“Oh, no.  Um, retreat.  Retreat!”  Rory was urgently whispering, but it didn’t sound as faint as it had before.

“What?  Is that— oh my god!” Amy shrieked.

Reluctantly, the Doctor pulled back from River, breathless and blushing, and almost immediately locked eyes across the console room with Amy.  Who was not talking to Rory in their room, but instead standing beside him in the corridor entrance, looking scandalised and delighted whilst he very deliberately averted his eyes.

“They do not need our help, clearly,” Rory said, trying to tug her away, but Amy whooped and cheered instead of following.

River covered her mouth, shaking with laughter.  

The Doctor sighed heavily, mustered up the few remaining crumbs of his dignity, and commanded, “Ponds, out!”

“Right on the console, Doctor, really!” Amy shouted back, grinning wickedly.  “Well done, River!”

“Out!” he repeated, a bit more desperately.  Amy’s boisterous laughter finally started to fade away down the corridor as he groaned and buried his burning face in River’s shoulder.

“There, there, sweetie,” she said, patting his back sympathetically.  “They’ll see worse.”

“That… is really not terribly comforting, River.”

“Yeah.  You have no idea.”

#dr fic #11river #doctor/river #yes i wrote YET ANOTHER DOTM fix it #what of it #all my fics recently have been the same i dont care #no im lying i do i need to switch it up asap lol

[plentyoffandoms]

Can I get a Jay Briscoe 2 part story where the reader is odb's sister and a wrestler too and when odb starts to hang out with Jay and Mark the Reader falls head over heels for Jay and Jay is a manhoe but the reader doesn't care about that she wants to be with Jay so one night she is talking to odb about the situation with her and Jay and Jay overhears the conversation and he can't help but feel something he hasn't felt before and he wants to change his ways and be the man the reader wants so he stops sleeping around and then get closer to the reader and they head up hooking up and the reader thinks it's a hit it and move on but Jay doesn't want that any more he wants her as his but something happens that first time and the reader ends up pregnant with Jay's child and Jay is over the moon about it and the reader can't believe it but she is happy too and they head up getting married after the baby is born!!!!

Jay Briscoe x f/Reader

Main Masterlist ♡ WWE NXT Masterlist ♡ Jay Briscoe Masterlist

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Warnings: Some swearing.

Gifs & Photos do not belong to me.

Hope you like it.

Jessica - ODB

Summary: f/Reader is the sister of ODB & is a wrestler. She becomes friends with Jay & falls for him. He wants to be with her & decides to change his ways.

YN'S POV:

My sister was talking non-stop about what her, Jay and Mark got up to this past weekend.

Just like every story, the three of them ended up at a bar and they found random people to fuck.

"But Jay went outside with two women. They were all over him and he figured why the hell not? Can get my dick wet."

Jessica continued her story, telling me every single detail.

Doesn't seem to matter what the three end up doing, Jay seems to find some willing woman to suck his cock or to bend over behind the dumpster and fuck her.

At first it didn't bug me. I mean, he is a grown ass man and can sleep with as many women he wanted too.

But then I got to know him. I got to know his likes and dislikes. His favourite colour and his favourite food.

I learned about his favourite music artists and his favourite book. The real Jay I got to know. Not the one who he betrays everywhere he goes.

"Can we change the subject Jess?" I asked my sister.

"Sure, but you have always enjoyed when I talk about our adventures."

"Lies, but just not in the mood to be listening to you talk about your random hookups."

She gave me a puzzled look. I knew she was confused. "No, that isn't it. You were fine when I talked about Mark and I, but the moment I mentioned Jay, you got quiet and,"

It was like a light bulb went off in her head. "You like Jay?"

"Yeah I do. Haven't really hidden it."

"So why not just ask him out YN?"

"He isn't the type of person who dates. He fucks and moves.

Jay Briscoe's POV:

I was about to announce my presence to YN and Jess when I heard my name.

"You like Jay?" What?

When YN confirmed it, I knew I had to listen in.

"He isn't the type of person who dates. He fucks and moves on."

That part is very true. I have lost count at how many women I have slept with.

"And you find that appealing?"

"I kind of do. I mean, you never hear anything bad about him in bed. He obviously knows what he is doing."

"So you would be happy if he just fucked you silly and then moved on to the next one? You two pretending like nothing happened between you guys?"

"All I am asking for is one night with him and maybe, just maybe I can move on and be in a relationship with someone who hasn't slept with half of the population." YN said.

I walked away at that point, not wanting to hear anymore of the conversation. I found myself in the washroom. Just trying to clear my head.

I placed my hands on the counter top and just replayed the conversation I just heard.

YN wants to be with me. But I don't date. I don't like romantic attachments. The thought of coming home to only one woman used to make my skin crawl.

But the more I thought about, the more I can imagine a life with YN. Our own house, a bunch of kids who will be the next generation of wrestling.

The thought stunned me. I have never pictured myself with anyone before. No one has ever held my attention like YN has.

She is the opposite of her sister. She is quiet and enjoys the simple things in life. When YN isn't wrestling or training, you can find her in a hotel room, curley up on the bed or the couch, enjoying a good movie.

YN is the one I go too if I need anything. She is the one person I trust more than anyone else in the world and it finally clicked into my head why.

Because I love her. Been in love with her since her sister introduced her to us, but I just played it off that I just wanted to fuck her.

But I didn't want to ruin my friendship with Jess, so I just became friends with YN instead.

But knowing that she likes me, I can't just push that aside knowing that she could be mine one day.

I looked at myself one last time in the mirror and I knew what I needed to do.

YN'S POV:

It's been a few weeks since that conversation with Jess and I asked her not to tell anyone...

But Jay has been acting how do I say this, kind of odd since that day. I confronted my sister and asked her if she told anyone.

She swore up and down that she didn't and I wanted to believe her, but from what I have seen and with the way how Jay is acting, I don't know.

~

I watched from our booth, stunned as Jay turned down yet another woman. Every place we have gone too, he has turned down every single woman who has so much looked at him.

Even Jess mentioned it to me earlier. "You know how Mark, Jay and I went out?"

Here we go. Another Jay sex story. "Yeah."

"Jay didn't hit on anyone. When women came up to him, he just turned then down." She looked absolutely puzzled at her friends behaviour.

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"Maybe he just didn't find then attractive or his dick didn't. I don't know how his mind works." I pointed out.

She didn't say much else after that. I know she was confused on how her friend was acting and I actually didn't believe her at first.

Until I saw it for myself.

Bar after bar, club after club. He turned down every single person and didn't leave my side.

When the music was loud, he would lean in close to me and talk into my ear. I couldn't help but close my eyes the first few times he did that.

"Let's dance YN." He called said to me as the DJ was playing some good music.

I wanted to ask him when did he start dancing, but instead I took his hand that he was offering and joined him on the dance floor.

~

That night I found myself struggling to open the door to my hotel room as Jay had me pinned against it, his face in my neck. Doing a damn good job leaving his marks all over me.

Even if this is the only night I get with him, then at least I know he was mine for just one night.

Part 2 coming soon.

#roh x reader #roh #ring of honor #ring of honor x female reader #ring of honor fic #jay briscoe imagine #jay briscoe #jay Briscoe fic #jay Briscoe fluff #jay Briscoe x female reader #jay Briscoe x reader #jay Briscoe x you #jay Briscoe x y/n

[simplyfandomish]

Test Subject 101: BITTEN Chapter 8: Bitten

SUMMARY: Hawkins, Indiana was a quiet town that travelers would use as a pitstop to Disneyland.

There was nothing special about the small community...Unless you're talking about the super-secret government facility at the edge of town that experiments on children and is home to a gateway to another dimension.

Now that's strange.

An (eventual) Steve Harrington x Reader 

(not as much romance this first season as story needs to be set up first. More romance will come with our beloved mother of six within later books)

Trigger Warnings: Blood, lots of blood mainly from nosebleeds, usual Stranger Things gore and spookiness. The demogorgon is an asshole...all my homies hate the demogorgon.     

MAIN MASTERLIST

TEST SUBJECT 101 SERIES MASTERLIST 

Story cross posted on ao3 & Quotev

The sun had finally set below the horizon and the annoying clock in the kitchen continued to tick away. Nancy played with her hair, Joyce tapped her foot, Jonathan was biting his hangnails, and you were counting how many Christmas bulbs were hanging in the room for the third time. You were halfway through counting when a car engine grew louder upon approach and headlights beamed through the front windows.  

Loud exhales of relief were released when it was revealed to be Hopper’s car and not a government one.

Nancy was the first to jump to her feet. “Mike. Oh, my God. Mike!” She launched herself at her little brother and wrapped her arms around him. “I was so worried about you!” Mike awkwardly patted her back. 

Your gaze was locked on the small girl in the back of the pack with the dirty pink dress and torn jacket. “Eleven…”

She had obviously grown older and taller than the last time you had seen her four years ago shortly before you escaped the labs. But she still had her thin face, cute button nose, and sweet doe eyes. 

“One-oh-one…(Y/n),” She mumbled and approached you. You met her halfway and stared at each other. Happiness filled both of your beings, but a frown grew on your face, “I’m so sorry, Eleven. If I had known you were still in there I would have done something to help you.”

She took a step closer. You were surprised when she opened her arms and wrapped them around your torso. Never before were the test subjects exposed to love and affection, so as Eleven embraced you fireworks and butterflies erupted in your soul. “You and me…friends, right?” She spoke quietly, awkwardly. It then struck you that she was freshly escaped from the lab and was not like normal people - of course, she wasn’t like normal people! But social-wise, she didn’t know cues or actions or even proper grammar. You swore right then and there that you would do anything to help this poor young girl.

“Of course we are, El. Good friends. Great friends!” You unraveled her arms from your side and gripped her shoulders. 

“Promise?” Her doe eyes were making you melt!

“I promise.”

Mike had drawn a stick figure drawing of an acrobat, a flea, and a tightrope and was explaining in layman’s terms the process of dimension jumping. Makes sense why these geeky kids called you a flea earlier. You thought it was some sort of insult!

“We’re the acrobat. Will, Barbara, that monster, and (Y/n) are the flea. And this is the Upside Down where Will is hiding. Mr. Clarke said the only way to get there is through a rip of time and space.”

“A gate.” Dustin piped up.

“That we tracked to Hawkins Lab. We used our compasses.” Lucas finished. 

The non-science people blinked.

“Okay, so the gate has a really strong electromagnetic field and that can change the directions of a compass needle.” Lucas explained.

“Can’t (Y/n) become a gate? Since you can go over there?” Nancy asked. You shook your head. 

“I can only send a projection of my body to locations, but my real body stays where I am.”

“How…does that even work?” Lucas asked as he stared at you. 

“Maybe you’re a Necromancer?” Dustin turned to you with wide, sparkling eyes. 

You rolled your eyes, “I can assure you I’m not a death wizard. Whereas El specializes in psychokinetic, I can manipulate atoms. I’m able to scramble up my atoms in this realm and transport my energy to other places - Hence why I can enter the Upside Down. But to physically enter the Upside Down you need to find a gate.”

Hopper nodded and piped up, “The gate at Hawkins Lab, is it underground?” 

El answered, “Yes.”

“Near a large water tank?”

“Yes.”

“H-How do you know all that?” Dustin stuttered out. Hopper didn’t answer, instead, he kept staring at El. Mike answered for him. “He’s seen it.”

“We need to try and reach Will again.” Joyce whimpered. “And Barbara,” Nancy added. “Can you find them both?” Nancy directed the question to you. 

“As much as I want to, I can't. I’ve never found two people in one session before…I was pushed once to try it but it depleted my energy and…I was in a coma for a day.” You swallowed and winced at the memory. “I could find try and find one or the other.”

“I can.” Eleven piped up after a moment of silence. “Find both.” She clarified.

Eleven was given Mike’s radio. And in a familiar process, she took in a deep breath and calmed her nerves before focusing. Her eyes didn’t flutter and roll back like yours did when she channeled her ability, instead, her eyes were closed but moved rapidly in every direction from under the lids. The house was quiet with only the sound of static echoing from the radio. The kitchen lamp above the table flickered and El opened her eyes again. A frown grew on her face and tears built up in her eyes. “I’m sorry…”

Joyce thought the worst. “Wh-What happened?”

“I can’t find them.” Eleven’s voice broke and she began to cry. You immediately wrapped your arms around her and began to console her. “It’s okay, El, you did your best.”

“Bathroom?” She whimpered in your chest and Joyce hopped up. “I can take you, sweetie, come here.” Eleven took the mother’s hand and the two left the kitchen. 

“She’s drained.” Mike started, gaining the room’s attention. “Whenever she uses her powers, she gets weak.”

“The more energy she uses, the more tired she gets.” Dustin continued. 

“Like, she flipped a van over.” Lucas finished. 

The kids were so cute finishing each other’s sentences. 

“She flipped a van over?” Nancy asked incredulously. 

“It was awesome,” Dustin smirked. 

You sighed and slapped your thighs, “Well time for me to try then. Jonathan, can you get a picture of Will?” The brother nodded obediently and did as you asked. He took a picture of his brother from the fridge and placed it in front of you. It was one of the pictures from the missing posters of him; A yearbook photo from the beginning of this school year.

You rolled your shoulders, more nervous than usual. This would be your second time doing a session in less than 12 hours. It had been five years since you had done a jump so close together in timing. The scientists had tried to push you to do two jumps but as you mentioned before you had fallen into a coma upon reaching the second target. 

Joyce returned and rested a hand on your shoulder in comfort. It helped slightly. You really wished you had a mother like Joyce Byers. You took a deep, calming breath. “Show me: William John Byers.” 

Your eyes rolled back and you were thrown into the Upside Down. But…where the hell were you?

You were in some part of the woods but the energy within this part of the Upside Down was…off. Much more electrically charged, much more uneasy, much more darker and sinister. The sky was red and there were more creature calls than usual. Through the treeline, you spotted a large Victorian-era mansion. It was decrepit looking with its boarded-up windows, eroded architecture, and the gross, inky vines covered all over it. 

This was a location you had never seen before and this surely was not where Wiliam Byers was located. 

The house was surrounded by waves of strange winged creatures, they looked like bats but were bigger and had long, hanging, thrashing tails. What was up with this world and its disgusting tentacle appendages?? A flock seemed to notice you and screeched out before they dove towards you. Your eyes widened and you ran deeper into the treeline.

“Fuck fuck fuck - Gotta find Will. Gotta find Will. Gotta find Will. Gotta find Will-” The Upside Down began to revert back to its normal horrifying self the further you fled from the house and the demon bat things. The further you ran from the manor, the more the Upside Down returned to normal - as normal as a fucked up parallel dimension could be at least. The sky turned back to its dark blue color and it was quiet and deserted. The bats had lost you or they returned back to their massive horde as their screeches had grown quiet. 

The strangest thing occurred to you though - you stumbled. 

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In the real world, the lights throughout the house began to flicker on and off. Blood began to drip from your left nostril and it was wiped away delicately by Nancy with a dishtowel.

The middle school kids began to grow scared.

“Something’s wrong,” Joyce muttered.

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You tripped over one of the vines and fell into one of the old roads. You hissed in pain and looked at your scuffed-up hands. Your eyes widened when you saw the scrapes and gravel stuck inside the open skin. This shouldn’t be happening! You shouldn’t be tripping and falling and injuring yourself! You were in your astral form right?! 

To make matters worse the monster shrieked from somewhere down the long strip of road. Your head whipped to both sides of the street. To make matters EVEN WORSE thick clouds of fog began to surround you, blinding you from seeing far down either side of the road. 

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Blood came from your other nostril and you began to shake and shiver. The Christmas lights began to flicker. Now the entire house had erupted in strobes of light. 

“Something’s wrong! We need to get her out of there!” Joyce cried out. “Do something!” 

“Like what?!” Hopper panicked. 

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The screech of the creature drew closer and closer, but you still couldn’t see it. The fog had created a blanket to blind you of your oncoming doom. 

If you had tripped, fallen, and injured yourself in your supposed astral form then you didn’t want to figure out what would happen if the monster got you in its clutches. 

You actually began to panic. Spinning back and forth to try and get a visual of the terrifying creature. It was taunting you - that much you could tell. You’d hear a twig snap in one direction but then hear a bush rustle somewhere else. You could hear its chittering as it circled you, its nails were long and sharp and sliced through debris and tree bark. You could even hear the disgusting squelching of its slimy skin as it moved on all fours. 

You were panting. Now having entered a full-blown panic attack; Oxygen failed to fill your lungs and you felt lightheaded.

You gripped the sides of your head and screamed with all your might. “Get away from me!” 

Your powers had never worked while in the Upside Down, but the clouds of fog had bounced back and dispersed slightly. At least you could finally see the monster staring at you down the road. 

“GET AWAY FROM ME!” You screamed again and tried to tap into your power, but your abilities were weak with panic and the difference in atoms in this dimension. Your scream wave simply tickled the creature. 

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Whimpers made part of the group turn to Eleven. “O-one-oh-one?” She whimpered. 

“El! She’s stuck! She tried to find Will a-and now she’s doing this!” Mike explained.

Eleven felt her heartbreak at your convulsing body. It looked like you were having a stroke. She rushed to your side but hesitated to touch you. In fear that whatever was keeping you stuck would affect her too. 

She had just gotten you back! You, her oldest friend and fellow test subject! You had finally reunited and now you were…You were going to be taken away from her! You made a promise to not leave her side! YOU PROMISED! And friends DON’T BREAK THEIR PROMISES!

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The creature leaped at you. Its mouth unfurled into its deadly petal shape with sharp teeth and a gaping mouth in the center. You screamed again, but your power did nothing as the creature pushed through your scream wave and landed atop of you. 

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Eleven let out a broken sob and jumped into your lap. Her wails had caused the power in the house to finally short circuit and the house was left in darkness. 

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The creature’s roar blew spit into your face and brushed your hair back. The creature reared its head with its petals spread wide. You let out one last blood-curdling scream desperate for your powers to work, but it failed and your vision turned black as the monster latched onto your face.

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Your scream wasn’t coming from your projection but now it was from your own mouth. Your real-life human body mouth with your tongue drying out and your jaw growing sore from how wide it was. You felt your lungs burn from the push of air and your vocal cords began to strain. 

You gripped whatever was wrapped around your shoulders and the soft, plush thing that was weighing down your lap. Joyce and El winced at your tight grip on them. “Shhh! Shhh! You’re okay! You’re okay!” Joyce hushed and cooed into your hair. Eleven tightened her hold on your waist. 

Your wide eyes jerked from one side of the room to the other as your brain tried to comprehend that you had just escaped death. It was hard to catch your breath because your nose was clogged up with dried and crusted blood.

The middle school boys were terrified of the blood leaking from your nose and ears. Nancy was quick to wipe away the scarlet trails and clean your face. 

“Hey, hey, (Y/n), you’re okay! You’re okay! Breathe!” Hopper came into your line of sight and placed a meaty hand on your shoulder. “Breathe! C’mon kid, in…and out…in and out…in and…out…” He even raised his other hand up and down so you had a visual to follow. 

You blinked now fully registering that you were in a cozy home and not a barren wasteland; Your eyes followed Hopper’s hand like a moth to a flame. You obeyed his breathing exercise, choking to catch a deep breath of fresh air. At least you were choking on your tears and not from whatever disgusting stuff was floating in the other atmosphere. 

“You’re okay, kid. We got you. You’re safe…You’re safe…” Hopper felt himself fall into a memory of him trying to calm his own poor daughter’s breathing after an attack on her weak lungs. He noticed that you and his daughter both stared at him with fear in your eyes and chest lurching to obtain oxygen. He squeezed your shoulder tighter in his awkward way of expressing affection.  

Joyce had cooed sweet things into your ear the entire time and gripped your left hand. Your right hand had released the back of Eleven’s dress and instead was brushing through her short hair. Though shaved to nearly a buzz cut, her hair was incredibly soft and you enjoyed running your hand through it. 

“What the hell happened in there?!” Dustin shrieked. 

You exhaled and swallowed. You could taste the blood on your tongue.

“Look at her neck…” Wide eyes stared at both sides of your neck. You released Joyce’s hand and touched your skin, your fingers were covered with more blood. The blood did not come from your ears as Nancy had wiped those trails away, instead, it came from the perfectly lined puncture holes from where the creature had engulfed your face. 

Hopper grabbed more kitchen towels and pressed the towels to the sides of your neck.

“(Y/n), what happened in there?” Hopper asked in all seriousness, but worry still sparkled in his blue eyes.

You swallowed again, this time feeling the pain of the puncture muscles as your throat bobbed. “T-The thing…it got me…Th-The Demogorgon.”

“I-I thought you couldn’t be touched when you were using your power?” Jonathan asked. The middle school boys nodded. 

With the knowledge of the puncture holes in your neck, you remembered your fall and turned your hands over. Joyce gasped as she saw your dirty palms caked with gravel, dirt, and blood.

“I thought so too.” Was all you could answer Jonathan.

and fuck the Demogorgon. All my homies hate the Demogorgon

OOP👀👀👀 and fuck the Demogorgon. All my homies hate the Demogorgon

Chapter 9: The Void

#stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things x you #steven harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve the hair harrington #steve the babysitter #stranger things season 1 #test subject 101

[kakusu-shipping]

Never apologise for rbing ask games, they're fun >:3c so for koro-sensei: 6, 9, 12 (if they have no neighbors...what was the Incident (tm) that made them have no neighbors-) + 13. For Sun! 1, 5, 7! -basbearship

Thankyou thankyou thankyou @basbearship I am being so annoying and you are enabling me and I love you thankyou very much

I'm gonna split this one into two posts, just so it's not a mile long so these are the Koro-Sensei questions

6 - How does your f/o introduce you to their friends? 

First meeting was very standard because it was a professional meeting with Mr. Karasuma and Irina, and unfortunately those are his only friends so he hasn't gotten to do a big Boyfriend reveal but if he could it's gonna be a big deal.

He does go out of his way though to do the "Here comes the most specialist boy ever" meme after we started dating, and still does it to this day when I enter a room.

9 - You and your f/o have a party/meeting/gathering to attend. How does it go? 

I'm bad at social events and Koro-Sensei isn't suppose to go to them but you know we gotta crash an important meeting disguised as a party Karasuma goes to at least once

If he's not drinking, it'll probably go pretty okay. Dancing and taking over the entire buffet and maybe being a bit weird, but he's a social guy. A bit much but pretty funny. If his disguise holds up we should make it out A-Okay.

And then, you know, get hard scolded by Karasuma the next day for jeopardizing his mission like that.

12 - How does your f/o interact with neighbors, if you have any?

He's the world's most wanted being right now, his one caviot is he must stay indoors don't talk to anyone he's a government secret.

And he's also an extrovert with a bleeding heart. I come home to find him helping the old woman one floor down pack in her groceries, and while he's there he might as well change the light bulb that went out in her bathroom and sweep the floor and take her dog for a walk it's only neighborly.

I'll catch him playing tutor for the kids down the hall, and when they're done go out behind the building and join them for a game of kick ball. He'll loan parenting books to the single dad who just moved in, and end up staying to help him make dinner.

He's so social we simply cannot contain him. Karasuma stopped visiting us because all the stress of watching a living weapon make cooky faces at the baby in the elevator was starting to give him migraines.

13 - How do other people see/describe your f/o? What’s the difference in their perception of them and yours?

Obviously a lot of people think he's weird and a lot, which is very true we have that part in common at least.

But you'd actually be surprised how many people seeing, meeting, and even understanding Koro-Sensei for the first time think he's scary. I mean he's 8 feet tall and can go mach 20 and when you know that, yeah he can seem pretty terrifying.

To me he's very Pathetic Little Meow Meow. Sure he can travel from our apartment to China in 15 minutes, but if you were to trip him on the street it'd take him a full minute to get his bearings enough to get up. His main weakness is how flusterable he is. I kiss his cheek and he's out of commission for the next hour.

So while other people may see an 8 foot tall bionically engineered weapon, I see a big loser with zero impulse control and a bleeding heart.

#Thankyou for asking #Koro-Sensei #IT HIM!!!! MY LOSER!!!! #Pathetic guy I adore him!!!! #These are back and forth on Canon AssClass S/I and the Ideal Polycule AU #I love this octopus he is so pathetic #Easy to fluster easily falls into a panic I adore him #He's cool but he's also comic relief he did that on purpose #Guy full of joyous whimsy #Thankyou very much for asking I love Koro-Sensei so much main man right here

[cholay-bhature]

#18 Under Street Light

The first time I saw him he was studying under the street light. Before that, I knew him, but never knew him. But I knew him like he was in my class, but we never talked and I never noticed him. 

That night I remember very clearly as I did not want to go to the wedding but my father forced me to because she did not want to leave me alone at home because I was a young girl. And quiet attractive that I would not say but it was known in school and there were many boys after me so I guess.

But all in all, we were coming back sitting in the rickshaw at around 11 PM and then I saw him sitting under the street light. He had a pen and paper and he was studying.

It was the stuff that I only listened to in stories and movies. I never believed that people were actually studying under the street light. But watching him made me a little uneasy. I thought he was doing it to gain attention.

And that night, all night I thought how stupid that boy is, how narcissistic, and how attention seeking to do it.

If you want to study , you can stay at your house. There is literally no reason to go out and study under street lights now, unless you want to show off. The electricity is cheap, the bulbs are cheap and the table lamp is much cheaper.

I kept changing sides but was not able to sleep due to his cruelty that he was spreading on the world by pretending to be so poor that he cannot afford a lightbulb. How some people can have that kind of privilege that they can glamorize their poverty while others are just barely good enough to not fall in the poor club but not that good that they can do whatever they want. I have to study, and just because I have a room, it does not invalidate my efforts.

I increased the AC temperature and went out of my room to the kitchen to get a water bottle. It was really too hot this night. My mom and dad were sleeping in the bedroom, and my other two sisters were in their rooms. Maybe they both are talking to boys. Younger than me and still talking to boys. I can’t believe these girls.. Focusing on boys instead of their career. There are literally people out there studying on roads and these girls cannot even study in AC. I went to my room and then opened up my laptop to write. May be it will clear my head.

Even now writing it, I just don't get why anyone would like to show off such a thing which can be so easily rejected as fake. If you are trying to gain poor points, at least try to do something convincing.

Well what can we do. Poor people have advantages to say they are poor. Middle class cannot even clearly say we are poor, while we are worse than these poor people who can actually do something with their life. I mean all they have to grow. While we have to sustain ourselves, and ask anyone, growing is easier than stability.

Well see you soon.

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I watched him in their school today and I noticed him. No donut he lives so down. He seems to be disappear wherever he is. He sits in the middle row in the class, which is the void. He dont talk to anyone. His clothes were tight, obviously. Shoes were old and he reeked of mud. Though I have not smelt him from near, I imagined it, which is good enough.

I think I am giving him too much thought.

—

Lol.. I cannot believe what happened today.

So I went to the movies. Actually I went to college, but it was boring so I went to the movies. Movie was boring so I started using Twitter. And what I found is the boy from the street light.

My classmates. His tweet was about asking for a laptop.

Basically:

My laptop is out of work and I have tried everything. As a student I cannot afford a laptop. I would be grateful if someone could give me their outdated one at low cost. I will do your coding work in return.

It was so amazing. Because I have several laptops. I also have some coding work. It is a perfect opportunity to show him his place. He might study as much as he likes under street lights, and think he is so good at studying despite all his terrible circumstances and all.. But here I am, helping him. Without me he will not be able to stand. 

So I messaged him.

Me: hey checked your tweet. You remember me !

He messaged me in a few minutes.

He: I don't remember you.. Sorry

Lol.. he is played hard to get but that was okay. I did not take it to heart.

Me: I was in your class.. 

He: Yes. Sorry I was not a very known person or known to many people.

Me: No worry, Do you still need a laptop?

He: yes.. It would be really helpful..

Me: cool.. Meet me at Zulfan at 9 Pm today..

He: Thanks great..

So I am going to meet him at Zulfan.. With laptop and coding work.

—

What the hell.. God is not fair.

This stupid boy is doing b tech from XYZ college.. 

What the hell.. He never went to coaching.. He just qualified the entrance without coaching.. 

Poor people do have all the luck in the world. I have to work so hard and still get into a private university.

And this one does not even study that hard.. And got the admission. God is cruel.

But okay, now he works for me. I gave him the laptop and coding work.. Moreover these government colleges are for laborers.. The private universities make the managers and entrepreneurs..

He will do it, he said..

The worst part is he does not want to meet again. I said let's meet again next week here.. And he was like I will send the code via email.

Some people say.. They think they are better than everyone else. I literally gave him the tool and now he is making excuses to never meet again. Thief trying to run away with my laptop.

Well no worry… I forced him to meet me next week and we will see.

—

Ofcourse how blinded I was.

Today he dropped another poor strategy on me. He said he had to work from 5-11 at the graveyard, that's why he cannot meet me next week at 9 PM.

Can you believe it?

Work at a graveyard. 

He told me that his father used to work at a graveyard and now he has been dead for 6 months. He has to work and clean graves. In return he gets some money and a place to live. 

The palace I have seen enough times. It is a room, and then there is a street light outside. Where he was studying that night.

I did not argued with him. I can't believe his story made me feel bad at the moment and I ended up paying for the Zulfan dinner. Though he never orders anything. I have to order on his behalf because he is too shy to order. Maybe it's the lack of confidence. I guess the waiter earns more than him. Grave cleaner lol. My sister's pocket money would be more than his monthly earnings.

Well, if my friends saw me meeting with him, my life would be over. But he is doing my codework and I am happy with the results.

But he cannot come next week. I said I will pay for his shift but he refused. Poor people and their pride with money.

I am also poor, but I will take the money anytime. But these are a different breed of poor.

Well this he talked a little bit and also told me he is doing some project on containerization concept.

Which I don't fully understand tbh. Maybe that's why he is talking about.. He likes to show me down.. Like see, with all your money, you are still not as informative as I. These poor take different kinds of revenge.

And I have never done anything bad to him. I gave him the laptop for free.

Let's wait for the next time.

—

Oh so mister computer is going to some tech conference.

He does not have money for the laptop but he is flying to a new city to talk about something he created.

I mean i would have taken back the laptop if he hadn't told me that the conference people are paying for the ticket and hotel and food. Wow what luck man.

Well, he is going and I am happy for him I guess. My laptop is in good hands.

Haha.. 

—

What… he brought a gift from the city..

A cup he got at the conference.. Like I don't have enough cups at my house. I can order as many cup with any kind of graphic on them.

But he got me one with Cloud written on it. Haha.. it was white color and good looking. 

These poor people keep sentimental value to these products. What I would do with this cup. It has no value to it.

But he was happy, so I didn't say anything and I accepted it. It is on my bed right now near the pillow. I have no idea where to put it so I am keeping it near me until I know what to do with it.

Obviously I am not taking it to the kitchen.. It's low quality and it will break in minutes.

My coding work is complete.. And I will meet up with him and take my laptop back next time.

—

The sheer bravery of this boy. He returned my laptop. 

I did not even asked it. He just came and said here is your laptop. Is it how you return the favor now days,.. By returning the gift.

See,, I was going to ask for it back,, and he was supposed to say let him use it a few more days.. And then i was supposed to say I am making as sacrifice.. But he came and said I can have it..

These tech conference people are giving him a new laptop and monthly money.

He is not working at the graveyard anymore. WOwo.. so now he has some money, he thinks he does not need favors for me.. Now my laptop is not good enough for him.

And over the top of it.. He asked me.. Me.. me.. To help him move his things to his new flat.. Fancy 1 bhk flat .. why calling it falt.call it a hut on the first floor man… I am sure it will not be bigger than my room.

I will show him.. I said yes. I will go and I will show his real value in front of me this time.. What he thinks he is better than me.. I have the cup ready.. I will throw it his stupid face and also throw the laptop at him.. We will see..

— 

I lost my marbles.. I am mad.. 

He was at his palace all packed.. Except something.. Though I wanted to throw the cup at his face.. He had the punch mark on his face already..

My college friends talked with him and usually picked a fight with him. I know these friends of mine. If they want to pick a fight they will.. Nothing can stop them.

So they broke his nose…

I am furious right now.. It is only my right to punch this boy.. How can the third party hit him.. They took my opportunity from me. 

This boy is really stupid.. I asked him to go complain .. and he asked me to whom.. Which is weird.. He can go to the police or someone.. But he just saw me and said nothing.

He is afraid of going to the police as he is afraid the kid will come again..

I used to think that when you don't have parents or anybody in your life, you become strong.. But this one turned out to be weak.. 

Then he thanked me for the laptop.. I took him to throw it.. But he took it and said thanks.. They broke his laptop too. So he is using mine again.. I don’t have any coding homework this time.. 

But I helped  him with moving… and I also have a key to his flat now.. He did not give me.. But I gave him a laptop and a key so I can take no big deal.. It was there and I said okay one key is mine and one is yours.. And he said okay.

Now I only have to deal with my friends.. I know their weaknesses and where to hit so I am not worried.. They will not hurt him again..

— 

Wifi here is good..

I am here at this boy's flat.. He is helping me with the college work of coding..

He really knows things.. The thing he has built I don't understand.. But he said it will make things easier for me once I understand the hard concept.. 

Poor man is so happy.. It's not always he gets to have such a good looking girl sitting in his flat.. I guess no one comes to his flat.. It's only him and his internet against the world. He might think himself as the genius of the century. Person who came all odyssey to create the tech that will revolutionize the industry.

What I see is a nerd sitting in his room.. Day in day out.. Taking calls from other nerds.. And not going anywhere.

The Time stops in his flat. Everything is there where I left it. Frankly speaking.. This place looks more like mine than his. Even on his desk, there is a headphone I gifted him.. Not actually gifted.. But I ordered one and did not like the sound so I gave it to him.. He was so happy thinking I got it for him. He uses them regularly.

Also I brought some culture to this place.. 

This poor boy got so lucky I can't believe… no parents.. Good college.. Good education.. Intelligent.. And me as a friend… he is unbeatable…

I am doing a favor to him by being his friend. He does not have any family and I am his family. Okay this is not my word.. He said something like this once when we were eating ice cream..

I said how I used to enjoy eating ice cream with my family when I was kid.. He said he never did that.. But he is doing it now.. He is eating ice cream with his family.

He said it to me..He considered me family.. I have no problem though.. So what if he is poor.. Every rich man must have a poor friend as a pet. .. I guess I don't mind.

But if he takes another step.. What if he sees me as a potential partner.. That would be a shock.. But he knows his place.. He is not worthy of me.

My parents will not say no.. it's only me who has to decide. But the boy never said it directly.. He does not have to.. He has no one in his life except me.. 

Let's see.. I must not forget I am better than him.

—

So today he took me to the Street Light and proposed to me.. He started with how he used to study here because he used to work all day and father used to sleep in the room and it is the only place he could study.

He respects the street light too much and give it the credit for his success. SUccess means a job to him. Ha ha..  He is stupid.. Poor people can become rich but their mentality never..

But he was too excited today.. And I could not say no.. so I said yes..  A wise person could have kissed me under the sunlight. But as proven he is not a bright bulb.

So I have to now figure out how to manage it all.

I cannot back down now.. It will be insulting to me. This boy has again played me.. With its silly story of poverty.. What is wrong with me is how I get in the trap.

But I can manage it all… 

Huh. .. this stupid street light, this stupid boy!

#short story #story #laptop

[sugamamacustard]

Feral Animal

Pairing:  Alpha! Kentarou Kyoutani x Omega! Reader

Genre: Fluff

Request:  Hi! I love your abo blog! I was wondering if you could write about Alpha!Kyotani with an Omega!Reader, where their first encounter catches everyone by surprise? Like, Reader has a traditionally alpha scent (like burning/smokey wood) and can usually get away with being mistaken as an alpha at first glance? It’s fine if you’re asks are full or you don’t want to do this but thanks for your time 😊 —Sno

Summary:  You just wanted to get the boys to practice on time. You weren’t prepared to deal with this.  Good thing you had a gaurdian angel- or should we say, dog. 

Author’s Note: I love Kyoutani so much. Like he’s in my top three people I simp for. 

Requests: Open!

Kentarou Kyoutani

➵ No one gathered in your way when walked down the hall. You smelt strong enough to put them on edge. 

➵ Peoples hackles were constantly raised when you were around, and truthfully, you didn’t know why. 

➵ You were still you. You were still an omega. 

➵ You still ached to reach out for touch, to scent someone, to just have the smallest bit of attention from anyone that wasn’t Iwaizumi.

➵  You and he had met when you were young, and he took to being your personal guardian—since he was a year older than you.

➵  You were thankful for him and his friendship, but that was all it would ever be. You both tried dating in your first year of middle school (Dating being a loose term), but it was obvious you were better off as friends. 

➵ You both still hung out constantly though, and eventually he grew to be an older brother to you.

➵  When you got to high school though, you quickly realized that with Iwaizumi came Oikawa. You had known him just as you had known Iwaizumi, but the other male seemed to keep his distance from you.

➵ It didn’t take a genius to figure out why he was keeping his distance with you. When you and Iwaizumi explained to him there was nothing between the two of you, nor would there ever be, he calmed down. 

➵ The fellow omega (Oikawa is an omega ass bottom change my mind. Unless it comes to requests. Then he’s an alpha for you :D) grew to be close with you as well and if one or the other was being idiotic you stepped in as the shoulder to cry on. 

➵ You were happy for them, truly, but you knew sooner or later you were going to be out of the picture.

➵  They were third years, and you were a second year. They had a relationship that ran deeper than any thing you could offer them.

➵ And that was okay.

➵ Facing the obvious, it’s clear that, because your best friends are those two dorks, you’re into volleyball. Or in the very least, know of it and how to play. Because of this, you’re elected manager.

➵  No more choice. 

➵ You don’t fawn over Oikawa constantly, you can handle Iwaizumi’s outbursts, you were calm with the first years, and you don’t put up with any fan girl’s bullshit. 

➵ You didn’t get the chance to refuse honestly.

➵ “I’m sorry, but unfortunately, Oikawa-Senpai is busy at the moment- “

➵ “Please, just- Let me see him! I won’t be long!” The Alpha pleaded, trying to appease to your sense of empathy. Unfortunately for her, that was dried up before the second girl even looked at you to ask the very same thing. 

➵ You were tired of girls, obviously not getting the hint, trying to confess their undying love to Oikawa every other day. How did they not see he was an Omega? 

➵ Yeah, he had suppressants out the wahzoo but, good golly, his mannerisms were all Omega.  

➵ Apparently this alpha though her and Oikawa would be the ultimate power couple.

➵ “Like I said before, he is busy. Any time you take up is time wasted.” You snorted, turning tail and shutting the gym door, ignoring the screech of anger behind it. You were used to it.

➵  Most times you locked them out, they’d throw a bitch-fit, turn and bad-mouth you to their friends for a few days. 

➵ They’d tease you for your scent—which was a, frankly lovely, pinewood and amber scent—and poke fun at you, saying how ‘you’ll never get an alpha smelling stronger than them” with a sneer. You’ve learned to ignore those types of girls.

➵ What you didn’t expect however, was for her to scream some more, banging on the metal door.

➵  It was ripped open in your moment of shock, making you turn on your heel to face her. 

➵ Her hair, though still relatively upkept, was frizzy with fly-a way’s running out occasionally, but her eyes were what scared you. 

➵ They were constricted to ball point bulbs that were locked onto you, fangs poking out as she snarled at you.

➵ Of course. Because why wouldn’t a feral Alpha be part of your day today?

➵ You growled yourself, trying to reign in your scent but it was getting harder and harder as she stalked closer.

➵ No one else was in the gym, as they were changing in the club room, but you figured you could handle her.

➵ You hoped at least.

➵ She tried pouncing on you, your arms quickly crossing in front of your face to shield yourself, but instead of an angry alpha trying to claw your eyes out, you merely got a gust of wind.

➵   Peeking open an eye—you couldn’t recall closing them, but whatever—you frowned at the face staring back at you.

➵  You hadn’t talked to him, personally, but you knew who he was. Kentarou Kyoutani. 

➵ He was incredibly strong, a worthy advisory, and worst of all…

➵ A ticking time-bomb of an alpha.

➵ He had the resting bitch face to end all resting bitch faces, and the attitude to go with it. He had only said one word to you ever and it was ‘move’. His voice was gruff and angry when he said it, but his eyes softened when you looked up at him. 

➵ He waited patiently for you to gather your things before moving. That was the first, and what you thought, last time you’d ever see the alpha. He entranced you though, so you wouldn’t ever necessarily be opposed to seeing him again. 

➵ Just maybe not in this circumstance.

➵ Kyoutani held the alpha by the collar of her shirt, his lips poked up in a snarl with his canines gleaming dangerously in the sunlight

➵ . Contrary to popular belief, he’d only ever gone feral once in his life. His stepfather, an awful, awful, excuse for an alpha had raised a hand to his Mama.

➵  He refused to let anyone ever raise a hand to omega that day and stuck to his grits with it.

➵  Many people often feared him because of his careful eye and quick reflexes. 

➵ They claimed he was close to going feral because they never cared to admit they were planning on hurting someone. He didn’t care.

➵ At least he didn’t. When he saw you simply turn and close the gym door, he felt his heart skip a beat. 

➵ Maybe it was just the fact that you didn’t relent, or maybe it was the fact that you didn’t care or bend or submiss in the absolute slightest, or maybe it was the waft of the most calming scent he’s ever smelt before.

➵  He knew the other alpha’s scent, as she had practically reeked all over him while asking him for things Oikawa liked before he snapped on her, so this was all you. And he…liked it. 

➵ He hated scents that were too sweet or too ‘exciting’ in a way, but this? This was calming and euphoric all in one and he wanted to straight up bathe in it.  It smelt that good.

➵ He watched the alpha screech, stomping her foot—he could guess she was the very definition of daddy’s girl with her reaction to being told ‘no’—and before he could growl at her to leave, she was forcing open the door and snarling. 

➵ So, he dropped his bag and ran to make sure you were okay. His alpha pawing at him to hurry up. 

➵ He had felt the very same as they day he ran his stepfather out of his life, but this time…This time, he would be sure not to go feral. That would scare you and he couldn’t, wouldn’t risk that.

➵ When he got there, the alpha lunged and he had barely enough time to grab her. You looked shocked to see him, or maybe it was residue from when she broke into the gym, but you didn’t say anything.

➵  He took that as a good sign, turning tail and dragging her to where he dropped his bag. He grabbed it quickly, instead dropping her and rushing back to the gym.

➵  You closed the door behind him, Iwaizumi and Matsukawa quickly locking it. In the time, between Kyoutani dragging out the feral alpha you had the chance to text Iwaizumi, sending choppy and shaky, but succinct, messages to let him know what was going on.

➵  The rest of the team were on their way anyway, so they merely hurried their steps. When they turned to lock the door, you stopped them, crying for them to just wait for a minute.

➵ Kyoutani had run in seconds after your plea and the door was quickly shut. 

➵ Scents were going insane in the gym, but his was most discernible to you. He smelt scared.

➵  Before anyone had a chance to mention it though, he was turning to you and reaching for your face.

➵ you flinched but that didn’t stop him. His fingers were gentle, more so than you could expect from him, and he was so soft while turning your face to observe the damage. Iwaizumi tried to get close, but he was growled at as you were held to Kyoutani’s chest. 

➵  The team could only watch, flabbergasted, as you were hugged and scented by their mad dog. Even more so when you began laughing and purring, placing your hands around his neck.

➵  You whispered something (They were ‘Thank you’ and appreciation whispers) into his ear, making his shoulders visibly relax. No one could really understand what had happened, but they weren’t sure if they wanted to question it just yet.

➵ Well, most of team didn’t at least.

➵ “Aw, Mad dog-Chan! How do you know our little Chibi-chan?” Oikawa laughed, leaning off Iwaizumi as he spun a volleyball on his pointer finger.  

➵ Kyoutani grunted, abruptly pulling away, only to growl and pull you back when his alpha snarled. “Don’t.”

➵ “Wait- wait, wait. Hold on.” Hanamaki snorted, holding his hands up. “So you, Mad dog, most vicious alpha this side of the equator, just decided fuck it, and chose to not only save an omega you’ve never met, but then hog her? I don’t know, Mattsun, seems kind of sus to me.”

➵ “Very sus.” Matsukawa agreed, snickering. He yelped however, when Kyoutani turned to snarl at him, only for you to hold him back. Matsukawa had never felt more scared for his life in that very moment, and he owed you a whole ass chapel.

➵ It stayed like that for the rest of the practice, with you calming Kyoutani down ever time he needed a ‘time out’ and over time he got much better at controlling his anger.

➵ No one was surprised when you walked in two weeks later, a small, thin leather choker clipped on around your neck with a hand-made moon charm hanging from it.

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Hi I don't have tumblr, so not sure how this works. Came across your blog though, and spent three days just reading everything you've written and reblogged. Such a fun three days! I have so many ideas for prompts, but the one I'm most curious about is what happens when Ian has a rough patch of mania maybe a couple years into their marriage and what kind of plans do Mickey and Ian have for either an upswing or a downswing of his bipolar? Thanks so much excited to see what you come up with!

Hi there! It's such a compliment that you went through my rambles, glad you're enjoying.💖 Standard disclaimer: everything I know about bipolar disorder comes from the internet. It's an important part of Ian that I want to be respectful of, so as always please let me know if I miss the mark.

Caring for your partner, Rule 1: Be There

When Mickey woke up, Ian wasn’t in bed.

That wasn’t terribly unusual in and of itself. What was unusual was that it was only 3AM, on a Saturday, and Mickey could already hear his husband moving outside their room. The footsteps outside the door were soft, restrained, like Ian didn’t want to wake him. But the following clatter in the kitchen was alarmingly loud as Ian opened the drawer under the oven to pull out a pan, and Mickey groaned.

He wanted to roll over, pull a pillow over his head, and block out whatever this was so he could go back to sleep. They’d been working long days, and sometimes longer nights as the dispensaries were all pulling overtime with increasing demand. They’d only made it to bed like two hours ago, for fuck’s sake, and Mickey was tired.

But Ian should have been tired too, and it was never a good sign when he wasn’t. So Mickey sat up with a sigh, rubbing his eyes with the heel of his hand, and swung his legs out of bed.

He winced when his bare feet touched the cold wooden floor. They had been here for almost a year already, and they still hadn’t gotten ‘round to buying a fucking rug for the bedroom.

Mickey shivered as he hopped awkwardly toward the closed bedroom door, grabbing his robe from a hook there and tugging it on over his thin shirt and the boxers he was pretty sure started out on Ian’s side of the dresser. Wrapping it closed, he slipped out the door and into the brightly lit hallway, squinting blearily as he followed the sound of pots and pans to the kitchen.

Ian had half their crockery out on the counter already. His red hair gleamed under the sharp light of the long fluorescent bulbs overhead as he stirred batter in a large bowl they had borrowed from Debbie last week and never given back, wooden spoon clanking against the sides erratically.

Erratically. That was a good word for it, Mickey thought. The mindless clink clink clink of wood on metal in no discernible pattern, just like the route Ian took around their table, to the counter, to the fridge, and back to the oven again. Mindless, pacing, random.

Mickey leaned against the wall, and watched.

They had talked about this, since the last time. At least, since the last time Mickey had been worried. When Ian was down, when he didn’t want to get up. When Mickey dragged him out on his first run and they talked afterward in the kitchen, when Mickey made clear that his worry was just one more face of what they had together.

He’d come down the next morning to Ian at the kitchen table, the whole place eerily quiet for a place they still shared with too many fucking people. There had been coffee in the pot, toast on the table, and Ian, picking at his cuticles and not meeting Mickey’s eyes.

“We need to talk,” he’d said, and Mickey’s heart had dropped into his stomach.

“Can I wake the fuck up first?” he’d asked, but Ian had just kicked a chair out for him and waited, not meeting his eyes, until Mickey sat down.

They’d sat silently for a long moment, Mickey unwilling to ask what it was about. Finally, Ian had sighed, and reached out for Mickey’s hand across the table.

“It’s about the bipolar,” he’d said, and Mickey had been so relieved he could feel it in his fucking toes, bare and cold against the tile floor.

“Oh. Okay.”

Ian had been startled by his easy acceptance of the topic, he could tell.

“That’s it?” He’d sounded almost confused.

Mickey had shrugged.

“I mean, yeah?” He’d rubbed the rest of the sleep from his eyes with the hand no holding Ian’s. “You had me worried, man, with the we need to talk thing. But this is just normal shit.”

Ian had just stared at him, then released his hand to lean back against his chair.

“Normal?” He’d asked disbelievingly. “There’s nothing normal about planning for my imminent mental break, Mickey.

Mickey had snorted at the irony of it. “You kidding me?” he’d said. “It’s the most normal fucking thing about us.”

As he watched Ian in the kitchen now, making pancakes at 3AM on a Saturday morning, Mickey thought that was probably still true.

“Hey, Martha Stewart,” he said softly from his position against the wall, still leaning there as Ian spun around with surprise painted over his face. His eyes were off, the light not quite there, but they still warmed when he saw Mickey.

“Hey,” Ian said back, voice high and too chipper. “I’m making pancakes, you want some? I’ve got banana, your favorite, and chocolate chips, and strawberries…”

He went on to list more ingredients, but Mickey wasn’t really listening. He could see it all anyway, spread out over the kitchen like so many half-made decisions, half-baked ideas that kept giving way to something else.

“Mickey?” Ian asked, and he snapped out of it.

“Yeah,” he answered with a smile. “Yeah, I’d love some pancakes. Why don’t you let me stir for a awhile?”

—

They had their pancakes standing up next to the counter, nowhere left to rest their plates on the crowded surfaces of the kitchen. Ian talked about the merits of each ingredient as they ate, and Mickey listened, and nodded along as best he could.

This was okay. It was pancakes in their boxers at 3AM with no sleep in a kitchen that looked like it was hit by a tornado, but Ian was eating, and Ian was smiling, and Ian was there.

And when Ian stopped and tried to set his plate down, distress on his face as he was confronted with the mess he had made, Mickey took the dish from him with easy hands.

“You want to sit down awhile?” he tried, nudging Ian gently out of the disaster-zone. “Bet you’re tired after eating all that.”

He knew Ian wasn’t, but he kept a hand on his back anyway until they were out in the living room, next to the sofa. Mickey let go to sit down himself with a groan, tired muscles aching at being used for too long without rest. He kept his eyes off Ian, just standing there, looking at him in that too-present, too-absent way of his, and leaned back against the cushions, eyes falling closed.

After a moment, the sofa dipped as Ian settled in beside him.

“Mickey?” Ian asked. The cushions bounced as he tapped his heel repeatedly on the floor.

“Yeah?” Mickey responded, squinting his eyes back open.

“Can I touch you?”

Mickey repressed the urge to sit up, to take Ian into his arms. Ian sounded too hesitant, a shift from moments before as he playfully shoved bites of overcooked batter into Mickey’s mouth.

But Ian didn’t like to be held like this.

“Of course you can, you moron,” Mickey said instead, and watched as Ian’s leg stopped moving. The other man drew closer, reaching a hand out to card through Mickey’s hair and drag down the side of his face, a touch too shaky and a touch too firm.

Ian had once said that touching Mickey grounded him, and Mickey hadn’t known if Ian thought that was a good thing or not. In the midst of hypomania, Ian didn’t always take kindly to being grounded.

But tonight—well, this morning—it seemed to be a good thing. Mickey was grateful for that.

Grateful, because it meant that Ian looked like himself as he moved to lay against him, and not like some over-saturated facsimile painted with too much water on the canvas, always shifting, always running. Grateful, because it meant that Ian pulled Mickey’s arms around him and settled into his side like they always did, even if his body never quite stilled at the contact.

Grateful, because it meant they wouldn’t fight tonight. That Mickey wouldn’t have to worry as much about what Ian might say, might do, if he stepped out of line. If he went off the script they had planned on a good day for dealing with bad ones to come.

He wouldn’t have to call Lip for backup. He wouldn’t have to tail Ian as he left the apartment to make sure he stayed safe. He wouldn’t have hide the knives, or their wallets, or anything else.

Not that he would have complained if he did. It was what it was. Ian was who he was. And Mickey would always see him through it. Love him through it.

They lay there, mostly quiet, except for the mindless tune Ian hummed against his neck, and the tap tap tap of his fingers on Mickey’s collarbone.

Eventually, the song cut off.

“Do I need to call the doctor?” Ian asked quietly into the echoing room, and Mickey nodded, rubbing a gentle hand through his hair.

“Yeah,” he admitted. “I think so.”

He'd get everything together in the morning. Ian's journals, their schedule, their meal plan. The little notebook where he kept track of Ian's prescriptions, how they worked, how long they lasted.

Something had obviously slipped, either in their methods or in Ian himself. But Mickey was well past dwelling on what they could have done differently, and focused on what to do next.

Things happened. Things changed. They would adapt.

At Mickey's confirmation, Ian just nodded against him, fidgeting until their legs were too entwined to separate.

“Sleep first, if you can,” Mickey told him, settling in for a long rest of the night. “We’ll do it together when you wake up.”

Together. They’d do it together. Again and again and again, as much as they needed to. Because Ian was his husband, and this was their normal.

And their normal was still pretty damn good.

#daily speedwrite #fanfic #gallavich #mickey milkovich #ian gallagher #bipolar disorder #tw: mental health

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Together

Ethan Winters x reader

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: violence, cuss words, spoilers for re7,

Author’s Note: I changed up the ending of the request a tad I hope you don’t mind. I hope you enjoy! I love writing for Ethan so this was a pleasure.

Requested: by @drinksomecoco, So I’ve just had these two fic ideas floating around that I wasn’t able to commit to. For Resi7, the idea is that the reader is someone Lucas had kidnapped and trapped in his weird saw games. They managed to escape while Lucas was distracted with family things and had found their way into the main house right before Ethan escaped his first family dinner, so they end up with him through the whole sordid affair. After everything is over, Ethan now has to choose between his wife, who he now knows lied to him their whole relationship, or the reader, who admitted at some point that they didn’t have much of a home to go to. Obviously wouldn’t expect anyone to rewrite the whole game’s plot, maybe more reflection while they recover and Ethan has to make his choice

Summary: the request

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

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When you woke up your head was throbbing. You felt like you hadn’t known a moment's peace in days. You should have known, you kept telling yourself. You should have known that going this far out into the wilderness would only bring bad things.

A whole family of bad things.

Lucas was the one who found you out wandering by yourself. Honestly, you wished it was anyone else. He was a sadist and he kept putting you in these sick games. You had beaten him so far but you weren’t sure how much longer you could take.

You sat up in the cold empty stone room and rubbed your head. You looked around. There was a single bulb light above your head, illuminating the room. You walked up to the door and grabbed onto the door handle, not expecting it to work.

To your surprise, the handle turned, opening the door up. You stood there for a moment in awe. You had tried that every time you woke up but it had never worked. You had to be careful. There was a possibility it was all part of Lucas’s games. You took a step forward and looked around warily.

Nothing and no one in sight. He must have just made a fatal mistake. Your breath picked up as you started to walk around his little hellscape. It was a winding place, filled with twists, turns and trip wires. You wanted to run but had to make sure you kept your pace. You couldn’t move too fast with the traps littered around.

You took a deep breath as you opened another door and stumbled outside. You wanted to cry from relief. Air. Outside air. You looked around eagerly, making sure you didn’t see anyone else. It was dark outside. There was a trailer and then a large house to your right. You weren’t sure if you would be able to get away if you didn’t go through the house. Everything else looked pretty fenced in.

You went into the trailer and was pleased to find a gun and some ammo in there. You loaded the gun, thankful for the shooting classes you had taken years ago. You put the gun safely in your belt loop and carefully approached the house. You opened up the door a bit and glanced inside the large room.

You took a deep breath as you stepped inside. It was a large room with two staircases on either side of the room. You took in your surroundings. Just had to find a way to the other side of this house. That was all you had to do. The task didn’t seem so daunting when you put it that way.

Suddenly the door on the same floor you were on opened carefully. You took out your gun and held it up as a man opened the door and shut it carefully behind him. He had nicely cut dirty brown hair and he was wearing a green jacket that was covered in black and red liquids.

He turned around and noticed you which caused him to raise his own gun.

“Who are you?” he asked, voice shaking.

“Who are you?” He walked up to you, gun not wavering.

“Answer my question.”

“I...are you part of the family?”

“No. Are you?” You shook your head. You both kept your weapons up though, noticeably untrustworthy.

“I’m Y/N. I was trying to find a nice place out here in the wilderness to take some pictures but Lucas found me and put me in his little hell of games,” you told him. “Who are you? How did you get here?” He thought about whether he was going to answer you and took a deep breath before lowering his gun. You lowered yours as well.

“My wife went missing three years ago. She sent me a message...I found her here. But she’s crazy she tried to kill me and then this fucking family tied me up to a chair and…” He showed you his hand which seemed to be stapled on. You scoffed.

“I can take a look at that if you want. I know a little bit about medical stuff,” you said warily. He nodded a bit.

“I have to get my wife.”

“I have to get out of here.”

“Me too. Eventually.” You nodded a bit. You put your gun in your waistband again and Ethan walked closer to you. He still didn’t entirely trust you but he liked you enough. “Your wifes a lucky girl,” you told him. He smiled a bit. There was some unspoken truth there. Ethan could help you and you could help him.

“You mind telling her that? She’s still trying to kill me.”

=====

You and Ethan walked over to the trailer to get some sort of peace. You couldn’t stay there long but it seemed like it was a place where they didn’t look often. Plus, there was only one door to monitor. He sat on the bed as you knelt in front of him. You were carefully examining his hand.

“The staples were a choice,” you muttered. He chuckled dryly.

“At least it’s back on,” he told you. You nodded and sat down on your knees.

“It looks like you’re able to use it well enough. Once we get out of here we’re gonna have to make sure you get it looked at further. Here’s some more meds if the hand starts hurting.”

“You’re a Godsend.” You gave him a kind smile and stood back up.

“Alright, now where’s your wife?”

“I found a video of her going out to the old house. I have to assume she’s somewhere out there but you know, it’s a working theory.” You nodded. “I talked to Zoe. She said there was a cure here, for Mia.”

“And I assume you’re going to find it?” “If I can.” You took a deep breath and nodded.

“Alright. We’ll probably find it when we go and deal with Marguerite.” He nodded back at you.

“That was what I was hoping for.”

“You dealt with the old man?” He nodded.

“Barely.” You cocked your gun.

“Perfect. Then let’s go give mom a taste of what we got.”

====

“This house is fucking disgusting,” you whispered. Ethan nodded as he crouched down beside a nest of some sort.

“I second that.” He stood up and you quickly moved with him. You were quiet, trying to gauge where on Earth Marguerite was. You kept yourself together as you ran into large bugs and places that made you need to backtrack and find other things.

As you walked through the house you eventually made it up to a small window.

“Ethan?” You turned around, met face to face with some woman you hadn’t seen before.

“Mia!” Ethan ran over and put his hands against the barrier between the two of them. You found yourself hiding a bit of jealousy but you had bigger problems.

“Hey Ethan!” Lucas yelled, grabbing Mia around the neck. Ethan started to shake the barrier. Lucas met your eyes as he pulled her away. “I’ll get you bitch. Just you wait!” You turned to Ethan as Lucas and Mia disappeared. He gave you a nervous look which you returned.

Eventually the two of you made it out to some sort of greenhouse where Marguerite was waiting. She transformed herself into a disgusting, drooping and dangerous form.

Ethan handed you one of his two shotguns which you took with care. You raised it up to where her most vulnerable place was and shot.

Ethen came at her from your side. When your gun got knocked down Ethan put himself between you and your foe. He put his hand on your hip, turning you so you were effectively behind him as he shot his handgun. Together you were able to take her down, after much effort. As she fell and died you suddenly realized how exhausted and in pain you were.

“Are you okay?” Ethan asked, more worried then he thought he was. You nodded a bit and used his shoulder to steady yourself.

“Just a little woozy. We gotta move on.” He nodded and grabbed your other arm, holstering his gun.

“You’re gonna pass out.” You shook your head.

“I am not.” He gave you a look. “You know Ethan Winters, you’re kind of a badass. I would be scared if you were pointing a gun at me.”

“I already did.”

“And I was scared,” you joked weakly. He scoffed and put your arm over his shoulder.

“Let’s get to the trailer and give you a minute before we hit Lucas with all that we got,” he muttered. You nodded.

“That motherfucker doesn’t know what's coming,” you whispered.

“Yeah, a guy with one hand and a girl who’s about to pass out. He’s gonna tremble in fear.”

“Hey now, don’t you underestimate us. We’ve made it this far. Just gotta get him, get your wife and get the fuck out of here.” He didn’t get the same pleasant feeling when he thought of Mia. He decided not to bring it up or dwell on it.

“Alright. I believe you.” ===

Ethan sat on the bed beside you. You were resting for a moment. You promised him only five minutes and he watched the door. He didn’t mind much. You fell into sleep easily, clearly exhausted. He grabbed your hand and held it for comfort.

Your face was so peaceful when you were asleep.

“Ethan,” you whispered, eyes still shut.

“Yeah?” he asked.

“We have to keep moving,” you told him as you squeezed his hand groggily.

“If you pass out Lucas will kill you.”

“Yeah? You would let that happen?” He scoffed. Ethan realized suddenly, he wouldn’t let that happen. You couldn’t get hurt. He chastised his own thoughts, looking down at his ring finger but he couldn’t see it. You were holding his hand and blocking the view.

“Not if I can help it.”

=====

Lucas paid special attention to you. He wanted to make sure you suffered for getting out and killing his parents. You and Ethan were forced to play his little game.

You and Ethan stood together in a locked couple of rooms. He grabbed your arm before you could walk too far into the room.

“Y/N-”

“This is just like the ones he kept me in. I saw the footage of someone else doing this, I know how to do it,” you whispered to him. He watched your eyes. He was sweating and exhausted. He was relieved to hear that you knew what you were doing.

“Go on then.”

You were able to work through that puzzle which did piss Lucas off but you were already gone before he could complain anymore. Now you had the serum and you had both made it out alive.

You found Mia after an aggressive amount of fighting with the Bakers. The more you saw of this family the less you were surprised by the sight. She was stumbling and scared but at the sight of Ethan her face lit up .

“Ethan?! Ethan!” she called, throwing her arms around her. He held her wordlessly for a moment as he dragged her quickly to the boat you and Ethan had found.

“We have a serum, to cure you,” you told her. She gave you a scared look.

“Who are you?”

“She’s a friend,” Ethan said. You held each other's gaze for a moment and gave her a kind smile. “I didn’t see Zoe. Did you find her?” he asked Mia. She shook her head.

“I haven’t seen Zoe in ages. We need to get out of here. We can’t dwell,” she told you both.

“She helped me get this serum.”

“Yeah and that’s much appreciated. But we have to leave,” she said. “We can come back later.” You eyed Ethan. He looked over at you for permission and you shrugged.

“She helped us get this. It seems stupid to leave her.”

Mia was trembling, worried about the escape. You all were. It was right then that Zoe emerged from the darkness.

“Zoe!” Ethan called. She ran over.

“You got the serum?” You gave her a curt look and then had to turn away.

“We..we only have one,” Ethan said. He was holding the only one there. You had to use the other one fighting Jack. You looked away from Mia as she noticed that he was going to have to make a choice.

“Well then you’ll have to choose one of us to give it to,” Zoe said evenly. Mia looked over at him and Ethan just looked at you. You shrugged from behind Mia.

“It’s up to you Ethan.” You could practically see his gears turning in his head. On one hand, Mia was his wife. He came here for her. But on the other hand...Zoe could help them get out. They could try and replicate the serum if they were able to leave sooner.

He grabbed Zoe’s arm and stuck the needle in. Mia gasped, shocked.

“I’m sorry. I truly am. Zoe will be able to guide us to safety,” he told her. You stepped into the boat, helping Zoe inside beside you.

“I’m staying here,” Mia said, disgusted.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Ethan countered. “My place is here. With her,” she told him. You watched as Ethan got into the boat in front of you.

“We’ll come back for you,” he promised. Mia’s face was shrouded by the dark shadows as the boat went down the river.

=====

Eventually you came up to a much larger boat. You ended up on the boat, where Eveline was. You had known about Eveline, only through Lucas’s complaints about her. You didn’t realize she was a child or that she was like the way she was. When Eveline realized that Mia might not want to be her mother, she wondered if you would be a candidate.

She knocked you and Ethan out.

You woke up with a start. Your head hasn't stopped hurting since the last time you woke up. Now you had no idea where you were. You stood up shakily. Eveline hadn’t taken your weapons.

“Ethan?! Zoe?!” you called out but there was no response. You looked around at the dark and grimy metal of the boat. You pulled out your gun. “Ethan?!” you called again, hoping that he would answer. Nothing.

You had to start walking around to find them. Your feet started to get wet from the damp atmosphere but you could barely notice. You ran into different mold monsters but were able to keep them down enough for you to pass.

You felt like you had walked for almost an hour before you saw Ethan. He ran into you, breath heaving, gun out.

“Fuck, I almost shot you!” he yelled. “What’s going on? Where’s Zoe?”

“She’s dead! Mia!” You furrowed your eyebrows and then saw that Mia was chasing him down with a weapon. Your eyes went wide. The shots you figured at her merely slowed her down.

“Run!” you told him and both of you started to book it away.

“We need to find Eveline!” he told you as you ran.

“Where is she?”

“I don’t know! But we need to find her!” You nodded, taking a sharp turn.

“Lead the way!”

====

You had to watch Ethan kill his wife. You watched him as his love for her was broken down to pieces as he shot her. You helped obviously. But he fired the last shot, as she asked him why he had chosen Zoe over her. Even you felt your heart clench up a bit and you didn’t love her like Ethan had.

“Mia,” he whispered as she crystallized and then dissipated. “Why?” You walked up to him and put a hand on his back. He turned to you and hugged you tightly, burying his face in your neck. You held him there for a moment and then pulled away. You put your hand on his cheek gingerly.

“We have to keep going. We have to find her.” Ethan nodded and backed away to reload his gun. His face glossed over with grief and rage.

“Let’s go.”

=====

The last fight with Eveline was dirty. You had to get the shot into her and it happened but not after she erupted into screams. She looked like she was just a child. How could just a child do all of the chaos she did?

As your back landed harshly on the ground after being shot out of the house, you felt relief. Relief and pain. You could see the sun rising. For a moment you just laid in the grass as your ears rang.

Then Ethan turned to grab your hand. You turned your head to look at him. His face was dirty and tired. You would probably both sleep for a week after this ordeal. Your hearing came back and you could hear him try and talk to you over the sound of helicopter propellers.

“What?!” you called, probably far more loudly than you intended.

“Are you okay!?” he screamed. You nodded quickly.

“Are you?!” He nodded back.

“Ethan Winters and Y/N Y/L/N?!” You both looked up to see a large man standing over you. You sat up and he held out his hand for both of you to take.

“Yes?!” Ethan called.

“I’m Redfield. I’m glad we found you.”

Chris and his team helped the two of you into a chopper. You sat next to each other as it lifted off. You saw Ethan pull out his phone, miraculously uncracked. A video of Mia was playing on it.

“She lied to me the entire time we were married,” he told you quietly.

“I’m sorry. You don’t deserve that.” He gave the phone one last look and took a deep breath before tossing it out of the helicopter.

“You could have just deleted the video,” you told him, laughing dryly. He scoffed and nudged you.

“Now is not the time,” he said but his voice was miraculously light hearted.

“You’re right. I am sorry though. Once we have a two day long nap we’ll talk more about it.” “Where are you going? After we get back.” You shrugged.

“I don’t have much of a place to get back to honestly. I guess we’ll just see where the wind takes me.”

“Isn’t that how you ended up here?” You nodded sheepishly. He looked down at the house for a long moment before looking back at you. “Stay with me. We can help each other get out of this rut. You can monitor my stapled on hand.” You smiled, brushing a piece of your hair behind your ear.

“You sure?”

“I have room for one more now. I’d like it to be you.” You grabbed his hand tightly. He squeezed your knuckles, looking you in the eye.

“Alright,” you breathed. He nodded.

The two of you fell asleep in the helicopter not long after that, leaning on each other for support. You would heal, over time. Together.

Re8 Part 2

#ethan winters x reader #ethan winters imagines #resident evil imagines

[gothhisoka]

𝖂𝖔𝖗𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖕 (𝕮𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖔 𝖝 𝕱𝖊𝖒𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗)

Title: Worship

Pairing: Chrollo x Femreader

Warnings: Smut, minors DNI, 18+, explicit content

Word Count: 3116 (I promise it is worth it. Oh god is it worth it)

Note: This is from my cross-published fanfic called Hunter University! It is available if you click here on Wattpad and AO3. My fanfic is x OC, but I upload x Reader versions of some chapters here on Tumblr. In short, it is a dark academia college AU with Chrollo as the main love interest.

Background: You are an artist in college and Chrollo is your fellow classmate. You just returned from a night out at a ball, drunk. Chrollo appeared at the door to your dorm room as he promised he would after you danced with one another at the ball.

Chrollo was surprised you looked so intact. He was sure you would come waddling to the door in pajamas as you did the last time he visited your room. Although it had been an hour since the ball ended, your makeup hadn't smudged a bit. Sure, it was faded, and your hair was significantly messier, but overall you looked as remarkable as you did at the start of the ball.

Your tired eyes widened with surprise at the sight of him. He was just as unimpaired as you were. Though now he was missing his suit jacket. His hair had become slightly disheveled, losing its styled waves. He still had on those signature silver rings and little cross earrings.

You attempt to soak in his sight with your intoxicated brain. He looked even more captivating in this particular state.

“Hi…” was all you could utter.

“Can I come in?”

You realized he was waiting for your permission. He didn’t need it.

You stepped aside to let him in and shut the door. Your room was the same as the last time he saw it, with your drawings hung on the walls and lights strung above the desk. Their small bulbs reflected against the night-stained window.

Upon shutting the door, the tension noticeably rose. It was dark in the small space and you were alone. Chrollo took his black dress shoes off near the door, placing them neatly side by side.

So he plans on staying. You tried to hide a smile. The hour of his visit was surely suspicious. There could be only one thing on his mind.

"So what're you doing here?" you spoke nonchalantly, acting like you didn't just fantasize about what could happen in the next few minutes.

Chrollo opened and shut his mouth, his response escaping him. He turned back to you and used his eyes to convey a craving far deeper than any words could admit.

"I said I would come to find you, didn't I?" He said lowly.

He had begun to walk around the room, absentmindedly stopping at a piece of art from time to time. You were too tired to care. The collection included nature scenes, portraits of people he didn't recognize, anatomy studies, and...

He paused, noticing a drawing on the wall behind the place where the door would otherwise be covering.

It was a full-body anatomy study of yourself. To be specific, it would fit further in the category of a glorified nude. It was on a miniature piece of parchment sketched in charcoal. It was obviously you: the woman had your (hair color) hair and distinct mouth and nose. The paper was hardly noticeable amongst the scatter of papers. You wouldn't see it unless you had a careful eye such as that of Chrollo.

You hardly noticed when he reached the particular spot on your wall. Your tiredness had waned significantly with Chrollo's entrance, but it still fogged your mind.

Additionally, you had long forgotten about your secret behind-the-door location for your drawings that were not meant to be seen by a single soul.

Chrollo attempted to hide a mysterious smile. He turned to you, “You draw wonderfully.”

“Thanks?” you reply, with more question in your tone than you hoped to show.

The heat in the room shot through the roof. You were sure if you checked the temperature it would be well above its normal chilly state. Perhaps it was the heat in your cheeks that was causing such a change.

“So…” he began.

“So,” you replied, trying to avoid eye contact. Please, just let it happen already.

You thought you had a good idea of why he had come to your room at one o'clock in the morning after a night of drinking and questionably close dancing. You couldn't be certain, though, because that was just how he was: unpredictable and exceedingly complicated.

You didn’t think him so complicated as to not be able to admit why he was at your room, though.

You waited as he thought about what to say next. This is taking too damn long.

Luckily, you prepared an excuse. You never failed to come ready for something you could expect. And this, the direction in which your encounter is headed, is inevitable. You had been rehearsing the line in your head for the duration of their conversation like reviewing terms for a test.

This was the only way to test if your assumptions are correct.

Blame it on the champagne if I am wrong. But I really hope I'm right.

You look directly at him. Time to be daring.

You took a breath and did your best to look directly at him, "Well, I actually do need some help. You see, this dress is quite difficult to take off by myself..."

Walking towards him, you place a hand at the hem of your dress. Your delicate fingers wrap around its lacy fabric.

Chrollo looked amused. He sizes you up, looking from your hand holding the hem of your dress to your unfazed expression. Unfazed, yet your cheeks were slowly turning a shade of scarlet. Nice try, Chrollo thought.

He gestured, "Turn around."

You obeyed. You desired something far more than the unzipping of your dress, but you were not presumptuous enough to say it. The expression on Chrollo's face told you that he was hoping for the same thing. He hid many emotions well, but being turned on wasn't one of them.

Chrollo brushed your hair away from the zipper, delicately placing it over your shoulder. His fingers purposefully grazed your back as he did this, causing your breath to hitch slightly.

His hands moved to the zipper, carefully pulling it down. It went past the clasp of your bra to your lower back. There was complete silence. Both of you were still. Are we still hesitating?

Chrollo was the first to move. He pulled you close to him so that your back was touching him. His left arm wrapped across your chest possessively, holding you in a tight embrace. With his other hand, he brushed your hair back from your ear. He smelt of sweet alcohol. Clearly, he was slightly drunk as well, for the next words he said couldn't be uttered by a sober man.

His whispered breath tickled your neck, husky with the threat of sleep, "I want you so bad right now."

You tensed with a sudden surge of desire. Your impression had been right. He let his strong arm remain around you, patiently waiting for a response.

You choked out your reply, "The feelings' mutual."

Under his touch, your streak of audacity from earlier dissolved into compliance. You suddenly wanted nothing more than to submit to his words.

With complete control, Chrollo took your shoulder and turned you around. Your dress was now loose on your shoulders. He placed his hands around your hips firmly. He looked at you under his thick eyelashes and slowly leaned in. The pressure was growing to an unbearable level, but he still wouldn't go all the way.

Then his lips crashed against yours with the force of weeks of pent-up desire. This kiss didn't speak of courtesy, of patience. This was raw passion. It was furious and messy. you preferred this to sensitive steps around the intensity they both craved.

"You must still be drunk," you said playfully as you both pulled away to catch your breath. You held your hand to Chrollo's chest. His heart was beating surprisingly fast.

"If I'm drunk, then what are you?" Chrollo said with a lazy smirk.

"I'm drunk as well."

Chrollo threaded his hands through your hair, pulling the long strands through his fingers. He pulled you in close again with his hand at the back of your head.

You opened your mouth to allow for Chrollo's tongue to slip in. He lessened the intensity and slowly moved his tongue against your own tongue and lips. You couldn't help but let out soft moans that made Chrollo weak at the knees.

He pushed you against the wall to deepen your kiss. Drawings fluttered down, becoming detached with the sudden movement. Including that drawing.

Chrollo pulled away, much to your shock. You were left panting with reddened cheeks. Please don't let this end now.

He displayed a shit-eating grin. Even with his ego, in the current moment, his expression made you melt. His face was inches from yours, looking down into your (eye color) eyes.

He shifted his gaze down to the floor and said, "Nice drawing you have there."

You finally noticed what he had been so smug about. Shit. Your face flushed ten different shades of scarlet.

Chrollo leaned in as he did before and murmured in your ear, "I wish I could see the real thing."

You failed to not show your excitement. The way your eyes lit up exposed you. "I can arrange that."

At that, Chrollo leaned in again, this time moving to your neck. His lips fluttered down your throat to your collarbone. You leaned your head back and tried to control your uneven breath.

His lips reached the edge of the neckline on your dress. He raised his eyes to meet yours, asking for permission to go further.

You let out a breathy, "Yes. Please."

What you wanted to say was, Please, take me now.

It could be too soon for him. But based on how this was going, you expected it was leading to something more. Whatever that was, you wished you could know right now. The growing tension between your thighs began to ache.

Chrollo slipped his hand across your skin to the hemline of your dress, moving it completely off of your shoulder and down your arms. Your black see-through bra was now in full view. Your nipples grew hard at the sudden exposure.

At least I went with my fancy bra. You suddenly grew very shy. The last time you went even this far was years ago.

He evidently liked the lingerie for his hands immediately traveled to your breast to caress it as he continued to kiss you.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered against your neck. Your heart fluttered at his words.

Chrollo then moved his lips progressively further down as he slipped your dress off of your body. Soon your underwear came into view, then your feet. He helped your step out of the dress.

"Your turn," you said, unbuttoning his shirt. All the while he continued to distractingly leave lazy kisses upon your face, one on your forehead, your cheek, your lips.

After an agonizingly long time, you pulled off his shirt. Fuck.

You knew he would be defined. But him, this boy standing in front of you, resembled more of a greek statue than an actual human. It looked like his body had been sculpted by the finest stone on earth. He had a six-pack, defined pectoral muscles, and prominent collarbones. His biceps flexed as he leaned his hand against the wall, bracing himself. It was you who needed to brace yourself. Your breath hitched again at the sight of him.

You ran a hand up his firm body as you planted your lips upon his once again. This time Chrollo put his hands beneath your thighs, his fingers pressing into your soft skin. He picked you up easily.

You wrapped your legs around him as he brought you to the bed, kissing him all the while.

He dropped you down gently, releasing his grip off of your thighs. You took this time to look up at him and admire the beauty of his aroused state. He had a dangerous and wild look, with tousled hair and a constant smile playing at his lips. His heavy-lidded eyes were lazily focused upon you.

You continued to make out on the bed, its white silk sheets creating an angelic halo around you. Chrollo couldn't stand looking at you like this, underneath him. It was far too much power for one man to hold.

You reached to your back to undo the clasp of your bra. You threw it to the ground. Chrollo immediately began to touch your naked tits in a way that made you want to dissolve. He moved in circles around your nipples first, watching as they grew harder under his expert touch. Then he moved his mouth to the sensitive area, playing with you and biting slightly. You audibly moaned at the gesture. Damn the neighbors.

Chrollo sensed your desire to take it further. He looked up, grey eyes filled with lust, "Y/n...let me pleasure you."

It wasn't the suggestion you were expecting, but you were satisfied nonetheless. You didn't care about anything in the world besides what he could do to you at this moment, whatever it may be.

"If you say my name like that you can do anything you want to me," you said breathily. It was exactly what he needed to hear.

Chrollo smirked and moved to take off your soaking underwear. Under his pants, his dick grew visibly harder. He threw the underwear onto the floor.

Gently placing his finger at your throbbing core, he began to stroke. Upon receiving his touch your back arched involuntarily. You were beyond eager.

"Fuck... Chrollo..."

This served as encouragement for him to insert his finger deeper into you, curling it slightly. It hit your g-spot repeatedly, eliciting ungodly sounds from you.

As he was doing this, he slowly positioned himself on top of you, grabbing onto the bed frame with his spare hand. He just wanted to look at your face as you opened your mouth in delight.

He inserted one more finger which caused your arousal to heighten. God, he really knows how to do this.

Just as you felt the heat in your core escalating, he slid his finger out. You whimpered in protest.

Chrollo looked down at you with a wicked smile. "Beg for it."

Oh fuck.

You gladly would. It was more your instincts speaking than any coherent thought.

"Please... Chrollo..." you said between breaths.

You wanted to not only plead for him, you wanted to worship him.

"More."

This is what you had been missing out on all those weeks. And oh god, did you eat it up.

"FUCK please do that again," you exclaimed.

It was enough to convince him. Chrollo moved his face towards your slickened pussy.

Is he about to...

He pushed his hair back out of his face with his clean hand, his forehead tattoo revealed. For only a second, he raised his eyes to gaze into yours. You fell for him all over again at that simple glance.

Then he entered you. His tongue made you want to weep. He devoured your insides, soaking up the salty juices. You couldn't help but hold his head, pulling it closer to your body. You ran your hand through his soft black hair. There was so much heat between them that you were both perspiring.

You began to shudder." I'm going to... oh... fuck," you gasped.

You felt the sweet release of cum spread below you onto the sheets and Chrollo himself. You felt self-conscious for a moment. That is until Chrollo began to lick up your juices. He ran his tongue up your soft thighs.

"You taste so fucking good, darling."

Chrollo looked at you like he had fallen all over again as well. You grinned back at him. Your cheeks grew even redder, if possible. Your heart screamed to continue but you were too physically exhausted to move. Still, wouldn't Chrollo want his turn?

You laid there, naked and panting on the silk sheets. Chrollo flopped next to you, unaffected beside his flushed cheeks and a wide grin.

The lights were still low in the little room. Looking out the window, you saw that the sun had yet to rise. This was a positive fact because the only thing you needed to do now was to sleep. And preferably, cuddling with the boy next to you. You hoped he would stay. It was more than hope, really. Your body couldn't spend any more time away from him after that.

Damn. He was good. He was really, really fucking good.

He knew his way with words, to begin with. He said exactly what needed to be said to escalate your arousal. You wanted to worship those fingers, the way he so expertly felt around you like he had memorized a map. And his tongue was even more worthy of revere.

You flipped over to your elbows. Your breasts brushed against the bedding, noticeably making Chrollo gulp. You boldly reached to touch the front of his pants.

"You don't want a turn?" you smirked.

"This was more than enough for me."

He stared into your eyes as if he was calculating a complex math problem rather than looking at the person who just received the best head of their life.

You yawned, despite yourself. Your body ached with all the action of the night.

"Go to bed, sweetheart. I'll be here."

Those were the last words you heard before your eyes drifted shut. Exhaustion stilled your naked body. Chrollo reached over you to turn off the bedside lamp.

He wasn't nearly as tired. He could've gone for a couple more rounds, perhaps take it a step further if you so desired. But he knew you needed the sleep. Most of your makeup had rubbed off, displaying the dark circles under your eyes.

He slipped off his pants and threw them onto the floor with the rest of the clothes. He found the soft sheets and pulled them across you and himself. The bed was small but cozy. His strong chest was flush against your back.

Your (hair color) hair smelt of a summer day, like sunlight and wildflowers. He took this opportunity to feel up the rest of your glorious body. He ran his hand lightly from your shoulder to your hips, to your thighs. All of it was angelic to him.

He moved you closer with his arm, protectively wrapping it across your front. Somehow holding you like this felt far more intimate than any sexual activity. The way the moonlight graced your skin was majestic.

How had he fallen so hard, so fast? It was unlike him to act with such recklessness.

Through it all, he still had his mind. you had no way to tell the extent of his feelings. He made sure of this. His libido could act one way, that was clear from tonight. But he was an expert at controlling his outward emotions. You would never know. If you did, it would be over for him. All the planning will be for naught.

He closed his eyes before he could fall upon any more worries. He had already pondered the issue for many sleepless nights.

He fell into a dreamless slumber with you safe in his arms. You both slept soundly until the sun peeked through the window.

#hunterxhunter fanfic #hunter x hunter #hunter university #hxh university au #hxh fanfic #hxh #hxh chrollo #chrollo #chrollo smut #hxh smut #chrollo x reader #chrollo headcanons #chrollo lucilfer #hxh x you #hxh x y/n #hxh x reader #hxh scenarios #chrollo x y/n #minors dni #not safe for minors

[fandom-monium]

For the Holidays

Summary: In which Spencer does not want to go to his high school reunion, but you tagging along changes things. “You doubting my skills, Dr. Reid?”

WC: 2.1k

Tags/Warnings: Spencer Reid x GN!Reader, fake-dating trope, pining (so much pining), Morgan trying to be a good big bro (and wingman)

Spencer Reid does not hate Christmas.

“Reid, come on⎼”

“No.”

“Just listen to me.”

“I did, and it’s a stupid idea.”

No, really. Because hating Christmas would imply he didn’t care. Which he does.

Like when Garcia never fails to drag him into decorating the bullpen every year. Obnoxious Christmas music plays in the background as they bomb Hotch’s office, and it’s worth the smile on his face when he walks in the next morning.

It would mean hating Rossi and his extravagant dinner parties. And yeah, he always hosts but these are just as special if not more so. His mansion is decked in fairy lights and streamers, the food are traditional holiday recipes, and the whole place seems a little less massive.

And he doesn’t hate his breaks. He nearly spits out his coffee when Morgan grumbles about how he almost tripped and fell over from the ice. He has to scramble away as the older man bats at him.

Or when Prentiss drops off holiday-themed pastries? Mhm, just thinking of the ribbon-tied box makes him salivate.

Hating the Christmas card is completely out of the question. Henry and Michael make them every year for the entire team, and JJ makes an effort to shake them out carefully for. It has a boyish charm Spencer never had at their age, a mess of glitter and construction paper. He displays it on his desk anyway.

And you. It would mean hating all the various hot chocolate beverages you’ve made since December started.

Apparently, it’s serious business⎼the art of hot chocolate making. You’ve leaned against his desk, hands waving about as you try to articulate to him the relevance, going over anything and everything you can remember of its history and significance. Of course, he knows all of this already, but he likes you too much to stop you. He almost releases a loving sigh. Instead, he settles for nodding and grinning at you, and he doesn’t really get it but he loves it: the hot chocolate, your pensive expression as you await his critique, even though by now he’s sure you know he has no other comments except ‘delicious’.

He loves it all. He loves you⎼all of you guys. Obviously.

So, no. He does not hate Christmas.

But that doesn’t mean he loves it either.

Which is why, when Morgan leans against his desk, he greets him as normal, a smile forming on his lips as he sets his book down. There is no danger here, except Morgan’s guns. And the heinous green and red envelope between his fingers⎼

Where the hell did he get that.

Spencer’s blood froze. His collection of trauma was nothing compared to this.

Now here he is, packing away his things so he can go home to his warm, cozy apartment and order takeout like he does every year. He's not one for change. No need to break tradition.

But Morgan is acting like a child. Wait, no, even children are better behaved than this. Children at least give up faster.

“I’m telling you, it’s a good idea.”

“As a certified genius, I can say with all honesty, it is not.”

“I promise you it’ll be fine,” Morgan reassures him, voice soothing. The letter, colorful and bright and an eye sore, mocks Spencer. He wishes his reflexes were faster, so he can snatch the abhorrent cluster of sparkles and poorly printed holiday cartoons. And shred it.

Maybe if he glares hard enough, it’ll burst into flames.

“Morgan, my class hated me. The whole school hated me,” Spencer shoves another book into his satchel. It's harder than he means to, and he sends a silent apology to Stephen King; he usually handles his books with care. But not right now. Now, he's tired and exasperated and he just wants to curl up on his couch with The Doctor. "I'm sure I won't be missed."

"But you’re the life of the party!"

Spencer looks up.

Morgan winces, "Yeah, even I wouldn't believe me.” Spencer snorts, continuing to stuff his belongings into his satchel. Morgan’s relentless however. “But you deserve to show them up. You’ve got degrees⎼plural⎼and you're a hotshot FBI agent.”

“Are you not aware of the tragedy that is my high school social experience?”

“Oh, I'm very aware, and thank you for being vulnerable with me. But it's because I care that I’m telling you.”

Morgan’s hand falls heavy on his shoulder, making Spencer pause. He meets his gaze, the man’s expression solemn.

“You deserve to rub it in their faces until the only thing they can smell is your success.”

Morgan grins when that draws out a laugh from him.

Spencer huffs, “Shouldn't we be the bigger person here by not going?”

The older man grimaces, retracting his hand as if the idea offends him. “Fuck that. Be a show off! They deserve to be knocked down a peg after what they did to you in high school.”

Spencer bites his lip. Yes, he’s accomplished, and yeah, as Morgan said, he’s a ‘hot shot FBI agent’. But the memories surge in like a broken dam, cruel laughter and harsh words crashing into him as if he’s twelve years old again. He’s an adult now, so he doesn’t topple over from the impact like before, but the pain is a phantom limb, old and familiar, and leaves a pit in his stomach.

He was a child prodigy then. How would going back as he is now be any different?

Morgan's heart clenches when an unspoken pain flits across Spencer’s face, glossing over his eyes. He can't imagine how deep the emotional scars go, but he knows Spencer needs some form of closure from his past. So when he found the invite, he knew they had to seize the chance. If he wants to continue to move forward, Spencer has to learn to let go. And right now, this is his first class ticket. It’s why he’s pushing this so hard.

This is for Spencer.

But the doctor shakes his head, a strained smile tugging his lips. “Morgan, I had no friends. Even if I go, what am I supposed to do once I arrive? It'd be awkward enough as is.”

“True,” The older man contemplates, a light bulb going off as he snaps his fingers. “You know what you should do? Ask (Your Name) to go with you.”

“(Your Name)?” Spencer jolts, fumbling to catch his phone. Despite being a man of science, his eyes dart around, like you’re a demon summoned at the mention of your name. “Wha-what? Why?”

“They could act as your buffer. And you did say you wanted to be closer with them. This is the perfect opportunity,” Morgan shrugs. Like his suggestion is common sense, logical. Maybe it is.

But this is you they’re talking about. You would never. You’re too cool for a silly high school reunion.

At least, that’s what he’s convinced himself as Spencer’s face pinches. He catches his lip with his teeth. “Morgan, I appreciate the… thought, but I could never ask (Your Name).”

“Ask me what?”

… Oh no. You are a demon.

Spencer whirls around in time to see the glass door shut behind you. You stand there in all your poise and beauty, the fluorescent lights softening your expression. You're bundled up in a matching coat and scarf, the knitted beanie snug on your crown and clashing with your outfit (Garcia told you it’s not your Christmas present, but you’ve worn it everyday since). There’s sprinkles of snow all over you.

You’re not a demon, Spencer decides, even as you brush a clump off your shoulder, nose scrunched in annoyance. More like a snow angel.

You tilt your head curiously when Spencer doesn’t answer immediately. There’s a knowing look on his face as Morgan, realizing the poor guy probably won’t respond any time soon, steps up.

“(Your Name), I thought you went home already.”

You cross the bullpen. “I was. Garcia walked me down and I got to the courtyard. Then I realized she had me so distracted that I left my phone charger,” You rummage around your desk and without looking up, you reiterate, “So ask me what?”

Spencer blinks. “What?”

“You had something to ask me, right?”

Right. That. He runs his fingers through his hair awkwardly. “Actually, I don’t⎼oof.”

Morgan jabs his side, “Yes, there is something Reid needs to ask you.” He sends him a meaningful look.

“Shoot.” You nod to them before rifling through your desk drawers. Nope, not there. You card through files and office supplies, oblivious to the conversation Spencer and Morgan have with their eyes, shooting looks and mouthing at each other.

You bend over your desk as Morgan gestures, Ask them!

Spencer shakes his head vigorously, No!

Do it, or I'll do it for you, he mouths.

Spencer squints at him. You wouldn't.

Morgan smirks and Spencer's heart drops to his stomach. Before he can run, shout for help, literally anything, the man slings a buff arm around his shoulders, forcing Spencer to slightly bend down to his level, hugging him to his side.

He's trapped. Stuck between a rock and a hard place.

Fuck.

“Reid is going to his high school reunion,” Morgan starts, biting back a grin when the nerd squirms against him. Both men boys watch, one excited and the other petrified as you disappear behind your desk.

“That’s nice.”

"Yeah. But all his classmates are older than him and married…“

“Uh-huh…” You scan the dark floors, half-listening as Spencer frowns at the unnecessary detail. He never told Morgan such a thing. He didn’t even know, so how would Morgan-?

“So, can you guys pretend to be a couple or something?”

Thud.

“What!?”

Luckily, neither of you notice the other’s surprise as Spencer chokes on air at the same time you let out a pained hiss.

Morgan lets him pull away, withholding a snicker. “You good, (Your Name)?”

“I’m okay!” Your head pops up from under your desk as you rub the top of your head. You blink owlishly. “I’m sorry, did you just ask me to pretend to be your partner?”

“Yes! But Reid’s partner,” Morgan emphasizes, slapping the doctor’s back hard enough he nudges forward.

You stand and Spencer straightens up, trying not to fidget as your gaze burns into his. You’ve known each other for quite some time now, and while Spencer likes to think he knows you pretty well, it bothers him when your expression becomes unreadable. He knows it shouldn't but it does. He’s a profiler, yet your thoughts are completely obscured by a mask. It only makes him more nervous than he already is.

His skin feels hot when your eyes trail over him, and he prays his scarf is enough to cover the flush spreading from his neck.

He's about to disintegrate when you finally answer.

"Okay."

His brow shoots up and his heart flips. You move away from your desk as he sputters, "Really? Are⎼are you sure? I don’t want to put you out of your way.”

“I wouldn’t have agreed otherwise. Why?” You step closer, and he can’t breathe, not without it hitting your face. You stare him down the bridge of your nose, eyes narrowed. “You doubting my skills, Dr. Reid?”

“What? No, of course not!”

You raise an eyebrow expectantly. “Then it’s settled? We’ll pretend to be a couple for your reunion thing?"

A beat of silence. Spencer realizes you're waiting for his confirmation. But panic rises like bile in his throat and he hesitates.

Maybe he should back out now, retract the entire conversation and take the embarrassment like a man. Tell you he was never planning to attend the stupid reunion because his classmates were (and probably still are) assholes. Honesty is key to any relationship after all.

Especially between coworkers. Ahem.

A flicker of movement and Spencer glances over your shoulder. Morgan nods frantically at him, teeth flashing as he grins wider than before. He gives him two thumbs up.

Maybe, for once, he should pull a Morgan and just vibe it.

Yeah. Yeah!

Swallowing, he nods to you, giving you his signature white-person smile because he's sure if he speaks he might blurt out something completely inappropriate. Like statistics on workplace relationships (they’re great reading material, okay).

Your lips quirk up. "Cool. Text me the details when you get the chance.”

You brush past him before he manages a reply, your footsteps fading. Morgan waggles his eyebrows at Spencer. Spencer blankly stares after you.

“What just happened?”

“You just got a date to your reunion. A fake date, mind you, but you’re welcome nonetheless,” Morgan smirks at him. “So, you got a plan, Pretty Boy?”

His face falls, and the hearts in his eyes⎼shit, had they always been there?⎼chip slightly.

He does not have a plan.

Deleted scene:

“Did you do it?”

“It went all according to plan, Mama.”

AN: I fucked myself over and wrote 7k+ and still counting. Now it’s an unplanned holiday mini series. This kind of stems from Bonding as this uses Mysterious!Reader. Also, I seem to be into pining (fuck established relationships, suffer in silenceee). Whatever holiday you celebrate, I hope you still enjoy this one shot!! 

One of the biggest disappointments of CM: Spencer doesn’t confront his high school bullies. I read several fics of him doing so, but a lot of them have the bullies be just as much of an asshole as they were to him in the past, but he deserves more closure. 

This will be my take on it. It’ll be a lot of pining but I hope to focus on the his hardships in a less angsty, dramatic way.

Hope you enjoy it!! There will be at least 3 parts?

Also, spread the usage of the term ‘partner’, which can be used for same-sex and opposite-sex relationships.

#spencer reid x reader #matthew gray gubler x reader #mgg x reader #spencer reid #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x oc #mgg fanfiction #mgg imagine #mgg fic #my writing #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds x oc #criminal minds x y/n #criminal minds

[thefoulbeast]

Here's a quick drawing... and perhaps something akin to a drabble...

--

It's awkward, kind of. Dan - coming at the wrong time, seeing the wrong thing-

It's too quick to react to, Herbert thinks in admonishion.

Dan knocking and immediately going to open the door - as if that's enough of a warning. As if that's enough time for Herbert to hide what he's doing.

"Herbert, I wanted to ask you about-" Dan's voice cuts off in the middle of the question as he looks and sees.

There's a second of awful pause there. A hesitancy so thick one can feel it rub against their skin as they move.

"What is that?" Dan asks, eyeing the vial and the disinfectant wipes and the individual-packed syringe next to Herbert's hip on the bed. He's more confused than anything, and Herbert - well, Herbert feels defensive in all the worst ways.

He hates to be outed like this. But he might as well say it. (Dan would have realized sooner or later, anyways.)

"Testosterone," Herbert answers, tone clipped, almost provocative. He sits up straighter, eyes blazing, challenging Dan to try and pull something from behind the lenses of his glasses.

This will either go down smooth or messy. Herbert's ready for either, coiled to jump up like a tensed muscle.

He feels under-dressed - severely so in just an undershirt and briefs - all while Dan stands, comfy sweater and long pants. Proper and perfect, if not for his expression.

Dan's mouth drops open soundlessly - his gaze flits to the rectangular scar on Herbert's forearm and a light bulb goes off in his head, points connecting to make the bigger picture.

"Oh," Dan says dumbly.

"Yes," Herbert confirms, sure that Dan's come to the right conclusion. He's rather smart, after all, even if he has certain airhead tendencies.

There's a flush spreading over Dan's cheeks now, embarrassment and shyness all at once. His hands come up, fiddling. "Do you- ah- do you want some help with that?"

Herbert's brow furrows as his lip curls back meanly, "What?" it comes out a bit more biting than he was going for.

But no one can blame him for his nerves, given the situation.

Dan moves forward, his countenance shaky, "Help- with the shot," he says. He drops to his knees in front of Herbert, and the scientist almost draws back at such a display. Almost.

"I'm good at intramuscular shots," Dan says like an explanation, nervous and obviously trying to pretend he isn't, "Done hundreds of them and never had a haematom or abscess develop afterwards."

"Dan," Herbert starts, ready to ask the man to leave- But he stops. This is too much at once. He's finding it hard to judge Dan's reaction beyomd his words.

"I'm more than capable of doing this myself," Herbert ends up saying snidely, finding the sharp words more comfortable than anything else he could've said, "I've been doing it for years by myself."

Dan's expression falls, suddenly hesitant where before he'd been open and mirthful. "Sorry, I- it's just-" he pauses, takes a deep breath.

"Meg is- too- you know. I know it's- it's a lot to tell someone else. Sorry I rushed in. I wasn't thinking, and I've forgotten what I even wanted to ask..."

It takes Herbert a long moment to grasp the meaning of Dan's first-half-of-statement, but when he does... there's a certain amount of apprehension. But mostly - a calm that washes over him.

Dan is safe. Herbert feels something guarded deflate within himself with an audible exhale.

Which means...

"Okay," Herbert says, quiet. Still cautious, but a different kind of it.

Dan's brow furrows, "okay?"

Herbert nods, left hand briefly white-knuckling the sheets- "You can do the shot."

Herbert closes his eyes afyer saying this, too afraid of what he might see if he looked.

He's counting down the seconds until he changes his mind. Dan has exactly half a minute to act. After that - Herbert will usher him out, regardless of what he might say or think.

"Oh shit-" Dan curses softly. Herbert hears him fumble with the objects on the bed. "I mean, yeah. Okay."

Twenty-five second left. He hears the rip of the package of the desinfectant wipe, followed by the cool sensation of Dan rubbing the injection site down in preparation - his movement a gentle outwards swirl over the anterolateral surface of Herbert's thigh.

Herbert breathes, feeling something thick in his throat.

Already he thinks - he shouldn't have given Dan permission. This is too intimate, too real. He feels like Dan has too much power over him right now.

(on the other hand... it is quite nice, being seen and not looked down on.)

A pause, the exposition time for the ethanol passing. Herbert recognizes the soft rubbery sound of the needle breaching the vial's seal.

He takes a shaky breath. Dan's hand is splayed out over his thigh, holding the skin taut gently. His hand is warm but clammy. He's nervous too, just like Herbert.

(That's comforting)

The second of waiting - Dan emptying the chamber of air so that only the praeparat remains.

The actual injection is all but painless. Daniel certainly has a deft hand at this. Herbert can hardly feel it as he plunges the syringe.

"There," Dan says, and Herbert opens his eyes to see him holding a wad of sterile cotton against the injection site firmly, the other hand holding the syringe aloft and away from either of their bodies safely.

Dan's eyes are shining, kind, as he looks up at Herbert from his kneeling position.

It makes Herbert a little nauseous. He reaches for the band-aid, and Dan obediently moves his hand so that Herbert can apply it.

"Thanks," he says gruffly, a weird heat in his cheeks.

"You're welcome," Daniel responds, his smile a bit mysterious. "If you ever need - just ask, and I'll help."

Herbert's smile is tense and uncomfortable. He needs more time to regroup. He needs to stomach this. "I'll remember that, Daniel."

He wonders how he feels about that sounding like a promise. He hates that his thigh tingles where Dan touched him for the rest of the day.

It's a long day.

[The end.]

--

I think... there is something very intimate in an injection outside of a fully medical setting, especially if the two know each other.

Dan might've jumped the gun by being his eager-to-help self, and West jumped right with him...

#reanimator #the reanimator #herbert west #daniel cain #needles #art stuff

[aspoonofsugar]

Red and Gray in a Black and White World

Carmen Sandiego likes playing with colors.

In particular, VILE is black, while ACME is white.

This is why Carmen’s codename is Black Sheep, which later becomes ironic when she grows to be VILE’s literal “black sheep” and their thorn in the side. At the same time, Shadowsan too has a codename suggesting something dark in color. Of course, his name also foreshadows that he is the one protecting Carmen from the shadows.

Similarly, the ACME’s agent closest to Carmen is Julia Argent aka “silver”. She is not completely “white” and she is able to see the complexity of the world, differently from Devinaux and Zari.

As a matter of fact the whole point is that Carmen refuses a black and white vision of things. She doesn’t want to join VILE, but she doesn’t want to be a part of ACME either:

She wants to use her “wicked skills” for good.

This is a fitting theme for a show whose aim is to help kids learn about geography and how rich Earth is. It conveys the idea of complexity.

In other words, Carmen explores the world and its wonders at her own pace and with her own rules. This is expressed by her color being “red”. Everything about her is red. Her codename, her clothes and even her adoptive family:

Similarly, Gray is another character, who is neither black nor white, but (obviously) gray (duh).

This is made clear in Chief’s speech above and his moral complexity is also what makes his dynamic with Carmen so interesting.

“GRAY” AND “BLACK SHEEP”: NOT MY NAME ANYMORE

Carmen and Gray’s relationship is one of mutual attraction (platonic or romantic does not matter), but also of conflict.

They want the other by their side:

But they can’t agree on which side they should both be:

This is because they both refuse a part of the other. This refusal is well expressed through the name symbolism of both characters.

On one hand Gray keeps calling Carmen Black Sheep:

He refuses her new identity because he does not understand it:

On the other hand Carmen refuses Gray’s VILE persona, but also his civilian one.

This is interesting because her refusal of “Crackle” is something Carmen does willingly:

She does not genuinely understand it, just like Gray does not understand her being Carmen Sandiego.

At the same time, though, Carmen somehow also refuses Gray’s civilian identity and keeps calling him Gray instead of Graham:

Even if the brainwashing makes their friendship easier, Carmen still feels something is amiss. The person in front of her is not really “Gray”, but somehow a “white” version of him. It is not by chance that she is able to partially rebuild their past relationship by involving him in a dangerous mission:

And in this mission Carmen needs Gray’s “wicked skills” that are still a part of him. She becomes Gray’s link to his previous world:

Just like he is the one who symbolically introduces her to what truly means to be a criminal:

And to its harsher aspects:

At the same time, it is interesting that when brainwashed Carmen still refuses the codename Crackle:

And she only uses it when she thinks he has betrayed her:

In that moment it is as if Gray truly became “black” for her and changed from her partner in crime to an enemy.

In short, both characters can’t truly pintpoint who the other really is.

Who is Carmen really? And is Gray good or bad?

The answers to these questions are difficult because Carmen and Gray themselves are not sure until the end of the series.

THE MISSING MATRIOSKA AND BROKEN LIGHTS

Carmen does not know who she is, while Gray is caught up between his wish to be a criminal and his empathic side.

These internal conflicts are well conveyed through specific motifs linked to the two characters.

Firstly, Carmen’s journey of self-discovery is commented by the burnt matrioskas motif:

The matrioskas are what links Carmen to her biological family. They’re the only things she has had since she was born and it is later revealed they’re a toy her father used to calm her down.

At the same time, the matrioskas symbolize Carmen herself. Like her “oldest traveling companions”, she too is made of multiple identities who live inside her and change as she grows. She starts as Lambkins, grows into Carmen Sandiego and finally discovers her identity in  the finale:

Both in terms of her origins and who she wants to be:

The missing matrioska represents both. On one hand it is the link to Carmen’s past and it is symbolically the smallest one (like a baby). On the other hand seeing it makes Carmen remember who she wants to be.

In short, the matrioska is Carmen’s missing piece both when it comes to who she was and to who she will be.

As far as Gray is concerned, him being caught between “light” and “darkness” is conveyed by his electrician’s motif:

Gray’s criminal career started when a light bulb went off. This is an ironic inversion of a light bulb switching on when one has an idea. Still, it also symbolizes a fall to darkness. Gray’s job was supposed to switch lights on, but he chooses to turn them off, so that he can steal.

This motif comes back in season 2 ep 7 where Carmen’s mission is to stop Doctor Bellum from causing dangerous black-outs. This is tied once again to Gray’s character. As a matter of fact not only the objective is to avoid physical blackouts, but also to stop Graham turning back into Crackle once again. The blackout which must be avoided is the one of Gray’s personality.

At the same time, this motif is not as straightforward as it may seem:

As a matter of fact the whole reason Gray has turned into Graham is a metaphorical “black-out”. This is an interesting idea. Gray has left criminality and can have a new beginning and Carmen sees it as a positive thing. However, this whole new identity is a lie built through brainwashing:

Carmen has good intentions and is ultimately proven right about Gray’s good nature. However, she is still ready to accept a persona constructed through an unethical method.

She meets an idealized version of Gray, she realizes something is missing, but still accepts it. This is why she needs to see this illusion shatter and to confront the real Gray once more.

This happens when Gray gets his memories back:

The one on the Himalaya is the second real confrontation between Carmen and Gray after the one on the train.

At this point, we are shown how they have changed and how they have not.

On one hand Carmen is finally forced to accept that Graham was nothing, but an illusion:

However, she does not completely give up on Gray:

Even if confronted with the truth she still hopes Gray will change. It is just that this change to be true should happen because of her friend’s free will and not through a coercion.

On the other hand Gray has grown enough to accept Carmen:

And to realize she will never come back to VILE. However, he still begs her to stop fighting the organization. In short, he has grown a little, but is still asking Carmen to give up on her life mission, just like she wants him to give up on criminality.

The two characters have clearly grown closer, but they are still unable to see eye to eye and this is why they end the episode as enemies, despite this:

There is clearly affection between them, but this affection is not enough to let them overcome their rift. At least not in that moment.

THE FLYING DUTCH AND THE RED PHANTOM

In season 4 ep 4, while Gray is about to make his choice, we hear a song from The Flying Dutch in the background. This is not a surprise because Graham and Carmen’s relationship has also an Opera motif.

Graham works in a operahouse and famous operas pieces comment his relationship with Carmen while brainwashed. They meet at The Carmen, are reunited through The Swan Lake and finally Graham turns into Crackle again while The Flying Dutch is playing.

This last opera is important not only for Graham’s story, but also for Gray’s overall arc. As a matter of fact the story of this opera is one whose main theme is about how love leads to redemption.

This is precisely what happens to Gray in the end.

In particular, he finds himself in the position Carmen was just a while before: he meets an idealized version of Carmen.

Brainwashed Carmen is who Gray has wanted Carmen to be all along. She is loyal to VILE, close to him and in love with stealing.

However, despite Gray having all he ever wanted he quickly realizes he does not like it at all:

Black Sheep realizes she does not want anything to do with VILE after she sees how the organization has transformed Gray.

Similarly, Gray decides to betray VILE after he sees what they did to Carmen. This is interesting because, while Carmen refuses to work both for VILE and for ACME, Gray ends up working for both.

Anyway, in the end Gray leaves VILE out of love.

Not only that, but he shows to have been influenced by Carmen on a deeper level:

It is because of this that Gray survives his final confrontation with his old classmate.

All in all, Gray manages to save himself and he and Shadowsan are the two people that helped Carmen to save herself the most.

At the same time, Gray and Carmen’s story ends on a bittersweet note. They have both hurted each other, but still clearly love each other:

Despite this, they are avoiding each other. This is not something new, if anything Gray’s final choice:

Perfectly mirrors Carmen’s one in the first season:

Both times the two characters decide that the best thing for the other is for them to walk out from their lives. However, I think that both times this is wrong.

Carmen’s decision is later on proven wrong by how the story develops. Gray would have never truly changed if Carmen had not walked in his life again and he would have stayed prisoner of a lie forever.

Gray’s decision happens at the end of the story and seems to be built on this idea:

The idea is that Carmen deserves a normal life. She deserves to stop being a symbol aka Carmen Sandiego and to become a person. She can now live a normal life and meet her mother.

However, even if it seems Carmen will do just that and she even disbands her gang aka her adoptive family, in the end we are shown this:

Carmen has not given up on being Carmen Sandiego and on fighting criminality. Whatever happened after she met her mother, she goes back to her previous identity. This is because Carmen Sandiego is not just a mask she has worn all this time, but it is genuinelly a part of who she is. The difference between the beginning and the end is that Carmen previously was Carmen Sandiego because she did not know who she was, while now she is because she knows.

Carmen will always be both a good person and a thief. She is both and ironically she has told us (and Gray) this since the very beginning:

Because of this, Gray’s worrying he will make Carmen’s life complicated if he even just contacts her is probably false.

Anyway, in the end their relationship has an open ending, but both characters have both realized who they are and who they want to be and they have done so with the other’s help.

#carmen sandiego #carmen sandiego meta #gray calloway #gray x carmen #red crackle #my meta

[latenightdecaf]

Entry 5 - Good Weather Day

part of let the pile of good things grow series - series masterlist

Previous entry here

Yoongi x reader

Ft. nonidol!bts

Producer!yoongi, roommate!yoongi, soft!yoongi

slow burn romance, friendship, slice of life, series of drabbles/one shots,

a/n: i know it took me such a long time to update this. I even contemplated on just leaving this like this but no, i’ll have to see this till the end. Even i, myself need closure. Anyhow, to anyone who have stumbled upon this I hope you like it.

Word count: 1,700

“Hey.. you run?” he commented as soon as he saw you on your tracksuit and running shoes standing in the living room.

“Yeah… i do.” He looks at you all puzzled. As you make your way to the kitchen and gulped half a liter of water in seconds.

“You just dont get up so early in the morning, my friend. I run and I haven’t run in days and I can’t think—so I have to run.” You continue to babble and looking a far while holding your water mid air “it’s like my head’s all cloudy and the sunlight just wont stream in. And I can’t think….”

He made his infamous tight lipped smile and said, “what are you being so poetic for so early in the morning?” he drank his water and continued to gaze at you.

You let out a small laugh in your own non sense.

“I dont know either. Anyhoo, why are you up…” you paused to eye him from head to toe “and ready to go out? At 7 am in the morning…. who are you?” Not believing your eyes that this, in fact is the man you’ve been living with for months now. He’s not a morning person and you respect that about him.

“I have a schedule to meet with this new artist, for her debut and this is the only time she has and her agency said she really wanted me. So here i am.” You nodded and found an opening to tease him. “Oh, she wants you… wink wink.”

Completely ignoring you like always, he finished his glass of water and grab his keys and turned back on you.

“Arent you going to run?”

“Yeah let’s go.”

Before locking the door behind you, he asked “You sure you have everything?”

Checking your pockets to see, “Yes.”

“Cash? Phone?”

“Check, check!”

“You sure you’re didnt forget anything?”

“Yoongi please.” You irritably answered.

He smiled and locked the door to your apartment. Walking together towards the stairs when you said,

“Thanks for fixing the light bulb by the way… last week.” Gaze fixed he just nodded.

“Are you okay btw?” Surprised by the question, you didnt even realized you both are already at the ground floor and in front of his car. You looked at him puzzled.

“Yeah i’m okay, why won’t i be?” Still looking at you when he pressed on the keys for his car to open.

“Nothing. I’ll go ahead.” He said and be on his way. You waved him bye with a smile and walked away with your airpods on.

Running is the thing you do, when your mind’s all clouded and you can’t seem to figure out what’s wrong either. You ran around the block and into the nearby park. And by the end of it, you were just honestly walking and admiring the view. Thinking to yourself what a good weather day this day is.

Hoping it’ll actually be a decent day indeed.

You went home after a long meeting with a colleague about this new book she’s planning, and asked if you would consider doing the illustrations for her. Of course, you felt flattered and told her you’ll probably need some time to think about it. She respected it of course, and asked you to take your time.

You sneaked in quietly into the living room, and found a girl drinking in her coffee and watching the tv and Yoongi standing by the sofa and watching it intently with her.

Standing behind him, you tapped his shoulder gently and said, “Hi….” Smiling sheepishly.

He smiled at you and you immediately said, “I don’t want to disturb, I’ll just go to my room.”

Before you can even escape, he grabbed your wrist and said, “No, come on. I want you to meet Hyuna.”

The girl, so feminine and soft greeted you with her eye smile and friendly face. You felt almost embarrassed, he doesn’t really have to introduce you. “Hi, I work with Yoongi.” She extended her hand and you shook it embarrassingly and said, “well, i’m…” looking over to Yoongi as you paused, “I’m his roommate.”

You have no idea what are you so shy about, it’s not the first time you’ve met one of his friends. Casually at the same restaurant before, you bumped into each other and he introduced you to Jin and Hoseok. It was fun and casual, but this one felt a little different. You’ve never seen him bring a friend home before and if he did then you probably weren’t home to actually meet them unlike this time.

After the introductions and small talks about the program they were watching and the fact that you were already dying to just go to your room, that is unfortunately across the hall. You opened your mouth to say something, only to close it again. And then after a second you said, “I better get going—to my room.” You wave goodbye to Hyuna, “It’s nice meeting you, Hyuna.”

And before you can move again.

“Why don’t you have dinner with us? I’m cooking.” Yoongi suddenly offered.

‘Well that sounds like a date,’ you thought to yourself. You immediately declined and in sudden panic you said, “No, no, no, no… I don’t want to interrupt. And I… I actually have plans, dinner—with Haneul today. So yeah—I better go get changed.” You hurriedly walked to your room before Yoongi can say anything again.

And as soon you got into your room, you sighed the greatest relief. And wondered why in the world would Yoongi even invite you just to be polite?! It already feels like a date and there seemed like something going on between the two of them. You dont like being caught in the middle of anything that’s why you have developed the habit of lying fast just to get yourself out of situations you don’t like.

And this one is just one of those moments, obviously. So no, you don’t have dinner plans with Haneul. Your original plan for tonight is to actually sleep, but you already said that you’d be out and apparently changing clothes also so that you have to do. With a heavy heart, you’ve changed your clothes after an hour of thinking more ways that you could probably get out of this, and despite that you left the room in defeat.

You went to see both of them in the kitchen, looking at Yoongi’s back as he cooks and her telling him some stories and holding a beer beside him.

‘Aww they already looked like a couple.’ You thought to yourself.

You stopped in the kitchen and quickly told them you’d be going ahead.

And ahead you go, out of the apartment and the sun has just set and you feel really tired after the day you just had. You do have your car keys with you but you decided not to go far instead. So you walked, just a couple of blocks away—your favorite deli just opened a new restaurant beside it and you’ve been meaning to try their food so you thought maybe today’s the day.

You went inside the restaurant, cozy and thankfully enough not that crowded still. You sat by the window, brought out your notebook and ordered yourself a bottle of wine and some oysters. There’s nothing to celebrate but wine is always a good idea. ‘Maybe you can celebrate Yoongi’s love life,’ you thought and that kind of made you smile.

Dinner’s done and as you were just finishing your bottle of wine, and wondering whether to get another one. You thought you saw someone familiar outside, the street’s quite small and the street light’s just adequate. You’re not sure.

You saw this guy, has a black cap on and his back facing you—180 cm in height so familiar and yet so different. He’s with a girl. He opened the door to the passenger’s side of his car, hand covering her head lightly as he guides her inside, gentlemanly. He hurriedly went to the driver’s seat and then the car left.

You laughed to yourself, sipping in your last wine.

‘It can’t be Joon, he doesn’t drive.’ You shake your head to shake those crazy thoughts away and finished your meal and got your bill.

After dinner you stopped by the deli to get some of your favourite sausages and some cheese. Eventually buying ice cream as well to topped off your day. Walked around the neighbourhood for a couple more times before eventually walking back to your place. Thinking to yourself, that you’ve probably given them enough time to themselves and by this time you can just eventually say, ‘It’s late, i’ll probably just turn in’ in case—they would politely ask you for anything.

Bag of groceries in your wrists, hand inside the pocket of your hoodie and ice cream on the other. You went inside your apartment only to find it quiet and empty. Yoongi with his glasses on just sitting in the sofa watching tv.

“Hi” You raised your hands with ice cream to greet him and eventually sat on the sofa.

“What happened to your… date?” Eyes fixed on the tv and still eating your ice cream as you asked.

“It’s not a date.” Yoongi replied

‘Yeah right’ you thought. But you just eventually shrugged your shoulders as a reply.

“Do you have more of that?” Yoongi asked.

Eyes still fixed on the tv, you reached for the other ice cream in your bag and give it to him without even looking.

“I know you like this flavor.”

“It’s okay. I just eat it because you keep buying them.” You turned your head towards him with a confused look.

“Then what do you like then?”

“Nothing in particular, Vanilla’s fine.” Opening up his own ice cream and eyes still fixed at the tv.

You turned your head back, nodding.

You both sat in silence eating some cookies and cream ice cream while watching Batman Begins.

mood board sr: x x

#bts fanfiction #bts fanfic #bts fluff #bts imagine #bts scenarios #yoongi fics #yoongi fluff #yoongi x reader #yoongi scenarios #yoongi imagine #bts roommate au #roommate!yoongi #producer!yoongi

[jojotichakorn]

You getting asked on what you think Black's reaction to White pretending to be him is going to be got me thinking: What do you think the rest of the crew's reaction will be (especially Sean's)? I can imagine light bulbs going off, like "oooh, so THAT'S why 'Black' was acting ao strange," them just making sense of everything they found odd, but do you think they'll be mad at the same time because he was technically lying to them and "infiltrated" their gang?

~New Anon

i think they will all be kind of angry, but for various reasons.

i think sean's situation is the most complex, mostly because the question is - when will he find out. or more specifically, how far into their relationship. because white kind of keeps his distance from all of them, but he is clearly getting closer and closer to sean, and obviously him being white and not black not only re-contextualizes their entire relationship, but also means that there was no transparency and honesty between them at all, which is one of the most important things in a relationship.

with gram, i think he will first and foremost be angry about the fact that white kept black's situation in secret, because gram truly has black tunnel vision and he is the person he cares about the most. but i think there will be some relief as well, because gram can feel a clear shift in their relationship ever since white came around, and finding out it's because it's a completely different person and nothing changed between him and black will be nice.

yok is - in my opinion - the least attached to both black and white, so he'll just be angry about being lied to and everything, but because it won't have any truly personal effect on him, it will be very simple righteous anger that goes away quite quickly as well.

gumpa, i think, will have a very wise approach to it. i completely agree that all of them will have a lightbulb moment, but i feel like gumpa already had it in some sense. i don't think he realizes it's black's twin, because that would be fucking mental (unless he actually knows that black has a twin idk), but he feels like one of those people that has such a deep and profound understanding of the world that he won't even be angry, because he knows something is fundamentally wrong, and all the reveal will do is explain why exactly it is wrong, which in the grand scheme of things he doesn't seem to care about as much.

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