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The Right Approach

One-shot: Tech x gn!reader

Words: 2K

Summary: Tech hasn't slept for a few days, and you're worried about him. No one has been able to convince him to a bunk, but Hunter thinks you might be able to get through to the goggled trooper.

AN: This week has been kicking my ass, and I've not had much time to focus on Derecho. Part 4 is almost done and will come soon, but I felt bad because I haven't posted in a while. So, have this kinda cute fluff with Tech that I wrote trying to get my mind into writing.

(I am also shite at titling things 😅 )

Warnings: None, only fluff and snuggles.

It had been four days, and Tech had not slept. With the repairs needed for the console in the cockpit, he had been working endlessly to be sure that the Havoc Marauder would be at 100% working capacity before they next took off from Kamino. The rest of the Batch did what they could to help, but much of it was intricate - more than one hand would not help.

Currently you were standing outside the ship, staring up the steps ready to stomp inside and give Tech a piece of your mind. How did he think he would get you all off the ground if he ran headlong into it himself?

You heard a clunk and a curse from inside, coming from Tech. You frowned, and were about to take the first step into the Marauder when a hand firmly grasped your shoulder.

“Y/N,” came Hunter's voice, and you sighed heavily before turning your head to face him. “You know he won’t stop. Especially if you’re just going to just tell him outright ‘get your ass to bed’.”

“Well what the kriff are we supposed to do then?” you asked with a slight hiss, frustration getting the best of you.

Hunter fixed you with a sympathetic gaze, and shrugged sadly. “Eventually he’ll just pass out in there-”

“And break something while he’s at it? Hurt himself?”

“There was a 'but' in that sentence, Y/N,” Hunter said, smiling a little and giving you a push towards the steps. “You might be able to get through to him.”

You looked at him incredulously, causing him to actually chuckle.

“Tech likes having you around. He’d probably listen to you if you approach it the right way. And based on how much you also seem to care about him, I figure you’re stubborn enough to get him to a bunk,” he said, as if he were just talking about the clouds passing through the sky. You could feel heat rising up your cheeks. “And yes, before you ask, I’ve known for a bit. Heightened senses, remember?”

You cursed internally. When you had joined the squad as their combat medic, you had taken an immediate liking to Tech. And with time, it just grew. Certainly he could talk for hours, and sometimes it was difficult to keep up with his excited chatter, but he was an amazing man. Strong, insatiably curious - and even with his oftentimes hard, matter-of-fact tone - incredibly caring. You had flirted with him from time to time, sometimes not even recognizing it yourself until afterwards. But the trooper seemed to be none the wiser to your actions. Never stopped your heart from racing whenever your hands accidentally touched though, or if he gave you one of those rare Tech smiles. That must be how Hunter knew; he could literally hear the thunder of your heart when the two of you were together.

“You really think I can get through to him?” you asked quietly.

“Worth a try,” Hunter said. “Besides, the rest of the squad are also getting antsy. If I have to listen to Crosshair go on about knocking Tech out with Gonky anymore, I might have to hide the droid.”

“He wouldn’t.”

“Crosshair likes to sleep in his bunk,” Hunter replied. “At this point he’d go to whatever lengths, I would imagine.”

You laughed, and nodded to the sergeant. He waved you on before turning away, likely to head back to the others. Turning and looking into the ship, you steeled yourself before going up the steps and stopping outside the cockpit.

“Tech?” you called.

“Yes, Y/N?” came his voice, seemingly bright as if he was actually still getting a regular amount of sleep.

“How… How’s it going in there?”

Another loud clunking sound and dropping equipment had you stepping inside, looking to find Tech on the ground under the console. The plastoid that normally covered his chest and back was gone, propped up against the wall next to the console.

“It’s going fine!” Tech growled, tossing something out of the compartment he was in giving you just enough time to skirt out of the way before it clanged against the wall opposite of him.

“Hmm, sounds it…” you muttered, before squatting down. He continued on whatever he was working with while you thought for a moment. “Hey Tech-”

“Y/N, please, I am attempting to get the comm frequencies on this damnedable thing working in proper order,” he said, and you could see him turn to look at you for a moment with a reflection of his goggles. “While the Marauder still has functional comm capabilities, the extensive damage from our last encounter with the Separatists has weakened the signal strength, which poses a threat to us while in the field which as you can understand-”

“I have a question,” you interrupted. He stuttered to a halt, and there was silence for a few moments before his hands appeared at the lip of the console and he pulled himself out. The words “sleep deprivation” practically screamed at you from the features of his face.

“Yes?” He seemed intent to answer whatever it was that you were going to ask, even if he had been frustrated a moment ago. Maybe Hunter had been right, and you could get through to him.

You swallowed a little, his tired face filling you with resolve. “What happens to someone when they do not sleep for 4 or more days?”

Tech frowned a little, before going into his answer. “Typically after 3 days of no rest, a person’s urge to sleep will get worse and they will begin to experience microsleeps. Perception is also significantly impaired, and reaching 4 days without adequate rest will continue to distort it. In some, the urge to sleep will become unbearable. It can result in sleep deprivation psychosis.”

You nodded along throughout his entire explanation without saying anything. When he finished, the two of you stared at one another for a few moments of silence.

“Oh,” Tech said with quiet understanding.

“C’mon,” you said warmly, standing up and holding a hand out to him.

Tech shook his head, and you briefly considered going to find Gonky. “I understand your concern, and though it is appreciated, I just need to complete one last thing with the comms before I believe they will be properly functional,” he said. Tech began looking around before his eyes fell on his datapad behind you on one of the seats, and pointed to it. “Could you pass that to me?”

You took the datapad in your hand, but didn’t hand it to Tech. He looked at you with confusion as you began to step away.

“If you want the datapad, Tech,” you began, stepping out of the cockpit, “you’re going to need to come and get it.”

You smiled a little when you heard him getting up from the cockpit floor behind you. “Please, Y/N, I need to calibrate it.” You ignored him, continuing to the bunks before crawling up into the one you usually slept in. You sat back on the bunk, back leaning against the wall, holding the datapad up next to your head.

Tech entered the room, looking even more tired as he stared up at you. “I’m unsure what you are attempting to accomplish here other than getting on my nerves.” You just smiled in response, waving the datapad at him. With a big sigh from him, you watched as Tech pulled himself slowly up to the bunk, and then knelt in front of you between your feet.

“Give it,” he said, losing any formality. You shook your head, waving the datapad again.

In any other circumstance, Tech literally crawling into your lap with a determined expression like he currently had, would have left you breathless. But your intent to get him exactly where he was now, reaching for the datapad and face so very close to your own, helped you keep focus. When Tech’s fingers firmly grasped around the datapad, you let go and leaned forward. Your arms wrapped around his torso and your legs around his, pulling him directly into your embrace, his chin hitting your shoulder.

“Y/N?” Tech tentatively asked, a bit breathless against you.

“You need to sleep, Tech,” you whispered against his ear, arms squeezing just a little tighter as he tried to move. You felt his sharp intake of breath and he completely stilled in your arms, tensely holding himself up. “Relax.”

“I… I need to-” he began, but his sentence was broken by a soft groan as one of your hands began to run up and down his back. A soothing motion, fingertips ghosting over his side as your palm ran along his spine. Your other arm moved under his, your hand reaching up to the back of his neck and gently running through the short hair found at the base of his skull.

You leaned your head gently to the side, pressing against his. “Please, Tech,” you pleaded, and you felt him begin to relax in your arms.

“Cyar’ika...” he sighed, and his voice was thick with sleep. His resolve gone due to your ministrations, he finally let his whole body slump against you, and he turned his face into your neck. You could feel his warm breath and cool goggles against your skin and you couldn’t help the small shiver that spread through your body.

“That’s it, Tech,” you cooed, loosening the grip of your legs so he could settle more between them. In doing so he slid down your chest a little, making you glad that at some point he had decided to discard his chest plate. You heard the datapad hit the bunk’s thin mattress as Tech's arms wrapped around you, pressing his face more firmly into your chest with a deep breath.

You felt a gentle warmth spread through you as you both embraced one another. You couldn’t help but smile down at Tech, and you gently reached up to carefully slide the goggles from his face before setting them down on the bunk near the datapad. It was mere moments before you could tell Tech was asleep against you. Moving carefully, you pressed your lips against the top of his head and leaned back again.

“Comms will still be there when you get up,” you said to his sleeping form, before closing your eyes and feeling a bit drowsy yourself.

It was a while later that you woke to the sound of someone entering the Marauder. You had no idea how long you had been asleep, and you opened your eyes slowly, looking about the compartment to find Crosshair standing there. His arms were crossed over his chest, and he was looking at you with a smirk. He just nodded when he saw your attention was on him, and climbed into the bunk below the one you currently occupied with Tech.

Speaking of, the usually goggled clone was still sleeping soundly against you. You smiled before gently running your fingers through his hair, feeling him sigh and snuggle more into your body.

“Hey Cross?” you called out, careful not to be too loud.

A grunt of acknowledgement was the sniper’s response.

“...what does ‘cyar’ika’ mean?” you asked after a moment’s pause. Tech had said it earlier, but you didn’t know what it was.

You were met with silence, and you were beginning to wonder if Crosshair was actually going to answer you. You resigned yourself to mystery when he finally spoke:

“It’s Mando’an. It means ‘darling,’ ‘beloved,’ or ‘sweetheart’.”

You froze. Tech had called you that? A blush creeped up your skin, and you knew if Crosshair had been looking at you he’d see just how red you were in the semi-darkness of the Marauder.

“Th-thanks,” you said back, before looking down at Tech. You didn’t think you had ever seen the trooper look as relaxed as peaceful as you did right now, and you couldn’t help but smile. Leaning down just a little, you hugged him a little tighter.

“Cyar’ika,” you soothed, and smiled more as Tech’s arms squeezed you tighter as well in response.

#the bad batch #tbb tech #tbb hunter #tbb crosshair #the bad batch x reader #gn!reader #tech x reader #tech x gn!reader #star wars #star wars the bad batch

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cinemassance-oneshots · 3 years

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Don’t Touch Her—Spencer Reid

Word count: 3.6k

angst and fluff

Synopsis: you and Reid go undercover for a case and it goes wrong. You finally hear how Reid feels about you.

Warnings: mention of violence and gore.

A/N: I’m quite new to one shots, so I hope you enjoy. You are free to send in requests. I am still new to tumblr, so I hope to figure stuff out soon on here. I plan to do more characters, make a master list pinned to my board, and do smut chapters in the future <3

I was originally getting my morning coffee until I got the call from Garcia. I pressed my lips together as she confirmed it was another case before I proceeded to ask what coffee she wanted. If I ever got a call about a case and I was already at a coffee shop, I would grab coffee for the rest of the team. It was only fair, and they would do the same for me. We’re all a family.

I carefully carried the trays of coffee in my hands to the building.

“Do you need a hand?” I didn’t have to look up to see who it was. I would know that voice anywhere.

I turned to look at him with a smile. “That would be great, Spence.”

He shot me a smile as he reached over and grabbed a tray. The brief contact of our skin touching made my heart flutter momentarily.

Without hesitation, Spencer opened the door and let me in. “You shouldn’t spoil us with coffee all the time.”

I shrugged my shoulders as I glanced up at him. “It’s fine. I’m keeping tabs,” I joked. “Don’t worry. I got your coffee how you like. Although, I don’t understand why you insist on dairy since you’re lactose intolerant.”

“What can I say? I like dairy.” “But tummy aches,” I replied. “A little pain is worth it.”

I rolled my eyes at him. He could be so stubborn at times. We stepped into the elevator to go meet the rest of our team. Most of them were already seated at the table.

“You’re such a life-saver,” JJ told me with a grin. I smiled back as I started to hand everyone their coffees.

“Last, but not least,” I said as I turned to face Spencer. “Dr. Reid,” I finished in a softer tone. I could’ve sworn I saw him gulp, but I was probably imagining it.

As soon as everyone showed up, Garcia went on to tell us about the new case. We all flipped through our files as she spoke. It’s not hard to admit this job is difficult, especially with how monstrous some people are.

“Wheels up in 30,” Hotch told us as he left the room.

***

Spencer and I were partnered to go to the coroner’s office. The person went over the details as I looked at the bodies and Spencer read the files.

“Can he really read that fast,” the woman asked me, making me briefly glance up at her.

“Yes,” I replied before looking back at the bodies. “You said the male was most likely hit with an iron chain that was also used to strangle him afterwards?”

“That’s what it points to. Why?”

“Wielding a big chain is a lot harder than most people tend to believe,” Spencer informed as he handed her the file back.

“Here’s the other thing though,” the forensics started to speak, “the female victim had lacerations on her skin from leather. It’s possible she was whipped with leather while he was whipped with a chain.”

“We could be looking at two unsubs,” I thought out loud as I looked up at Spencer. He nodded.

“I think so too.” “I’ll call Hotch.”

I stepped outside of the room as I called him. Not long after Hotch answered. “What did you guys find?”

“We’re looking for two unsubs. One is strong enough to wield an iron chain as a whip and the other is weaker since they used a leather whip on the female victim.”

“Thanks. If you and Reid find anything else, let me know.”

And with that, the call ended. I found my way back to Spencer to catch up on any more details he learned. He caught me up on the information, which shocked forensics to see he spoke every detail verbatim.

We thanked the woman before leaving to head to the precinct to catch up with the team.

“What are you thinking Reid?” I glanced over at him as I drove. It was as if I could see the wheels turning in his head.

“I know it seems weird, but I think it might be a couple who committed these murders.”

“So the guy kills the male and the girl kills the female. They probably get off on watching each other torture and kill their victim.”

“The male uses a chain to beat and kill the guy showing his dominance and strength.”

“And the woman uses a leather whip which is usually associated with BDSM.”

“Exactly,” Spencer agreed.

As soon as Spencer and I got to the precinct, we told the team what we came up with and what forensics showed. We all went around putting in our input based on the evidence all of us gathered and learned.

Unfortunately, that’s when we all received news there were more victims just found.

I went with Emily and Morgan to look at the crime scene. The victimology was the same. The male was brutally tortured and killed with a metal chain and the female with a leather whip. It’s unsettling to know there are couples who do these things together, let alone a single person.

Once we returned to meet with the rest of the team, we learned each couple went to the same bar the night they went missing. It was no coincidence. That bar meant something to that couple. With all the information we gather, we were finally ready to deliver the profile.

After it was delivered, Hotchner began to talk about a plan he had in mind.

“We need to set up an undercover operation for tonight,” Hotch spoke. “We’ll have multiple people stationed throughout the area to keep an eye out.”

Everyone nodded. Everyone understood the plan.

“Two of my agents will be the ones going undercover. I need as many others as possible to be around the area ready to catch this couple. Be careful and aware of everything, but remember to be subtle. We don’t want to announce our presence before they’ve made themselves known. Any alarm could ruin this.”

And with that the plan was set in motion.

Hotch pulled me and Spencer aside to speak with us. “I need you two to go undercover as the couple.”

I almost wanted to look at Spencer and imagine it was all real. I desperately wanted to know what it would be like to be with him, but I made sure to keep my mind fixated on the case at hand.

JJ helped me get ready. I wasn’t exactly great at doing my makeup myself, so I was glad she helped.

“Try to explain to me why you and Reid aren’t dating in real life again,” she asked with a small smirk.

“I don’t know..,” I softly said.

That was the truth. I didn’t know how to make a move or what to do with Spencer. Every time I thought about it, my palms would sweat profusely and my heart would race that I would have to change the subject in my head.

“I see the way you both look at each other. Trust me, everyone does.”

I quirked a brow. “What?”

JJ let out a small chuckle. “After we close this case, I think you should go for it. I just hope you do it soon, otherwise I’ll lose this bet going on.”

“You have a bet going on about me and Spencer?”

JJ did a sly smile and shrugged her shoulders. “Good luck tonight. We’ll make sure nothing happens to you two.”

“Thanks, JJ.”

I felt a little odd wearing a dress. I prefer slacks or skirts but dresses always felt different to me. I at least felt more secure having one of my smaller guns strapped to my thigh.

“Hey, hot mama,” Derek said with a grin.

I lightly punched his arm. “I can still kick your ass, Morgan.”

He let out a laugh as I rolled my eyes. Hotch walked up and handed me my earpiece. “We’ll be listening to everything. We’ll tell you and Reid if we notice something.”

I nodded as I listened and put the piece in. I let my hair fall over it to help conceal the device.

As soon as Reid walked over, my heart raced at the site of him. It was rare to see him in jeans and a plain button down. He looked good in anything.

Hotch gave him his earpiece as well and told him what he just told me. I almost felt that out of the corner of my eye I saw Reid glance at me a few times.

Spencer and I made our way outside of the precinct to use one of the undercover cars to drive to the place. He got on the drivers side.

“You, uh, look really pretty,” Spencer spoke. His voice came out a little broken and nervous.

I felt my cheeks heat up as I smiled. “Thanks. JJ did a good job.”

I watched as his mouth parted but closed after a second. I wanted so desperately to know what he was planning on saying. Usually he never thought about not speaking once something was on his mind. It made me even more curious.

“You look good too,” I decided to speak. I watched as he gulped and lightly blushed.

“I-I do? I haven’t worn jeans in about 20 years.”

“You always look good,” I mumbled. I was afraid he would hear what I said.

“What?”

“Oh, sorry,” I replied in a fast tone. “I was mumbling to myself.”

“Oh… Okay.”

I glanced over and saw a ghost of a smile on his lips. My heart raced as I asked myself if he heard me or not.

When we arrived at the bar, Spencer opened the door for me like he usually does.

“Such a gentleman.” I smiled and looked up at him.

“Well, you deserve the best.”

My heart fluttered. Did he mean himself? Was he trying to be the best he could? For me?

He held out his hand before I grasped it in my own. I couldn’t deny that it was a wonderful feeling holding his hand. Mine felt so small in his.

We walked inside to find it crowded. Apparently it was a popular bar. It was also happy hour, so that explained a lot of things.

“What would you like to drink,” Spencer leaned in and asked me. His breath on my skin sent exciting shivers down my back.

“Cranberry juice. That way it looks like I might be drinking a mixed drink,” I whispered to him. He nodded.

I don’t know how long we were there, but it felt like a while. Spencer and I sat at the bar sipping our drinks, talking, and looking around inconspicuously.

I leaned in and whispered into Spencer’s ear. “I don’t know if this will be enough to attract them. But when I pull away, act as if I said something enticing to you.”

When I pulled away, I saw a smile on Spencer’s lips as he looked at me.

“I’ve never seen you two in before.”

Spencer and I turned to see a guy in his mid-30’s holding two beers.

“We’re just visiting. We had to try this place out because we kept hearing so many good things,” I replied with a smile.

“We always love welcoming new people. I’m John, by the way. That’s my fiancé Cindy over there.”

He turned and pointed to a blonde woman seated at a table who waved over at us with a bright smile.

“Fiancé? Congratulations,” I told him. “When is the special day?”

“We’re still settling on one. You both are more than welcome to join us at our table.”

I looked over at Spencer to meet his eyes. “Does that sound good, Matt?”

He nodded with a smile as we walked over and joined them at the table.

“Hi, I’m Cindy,” the woman said with a smile.

“June.” “Matt.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you both. I hope John wasn’t bothering you. We’ve just never seen your faces around here before.”

“We’re visiting,” I answered.

Something in my gut told me this was them, but I didn’t have any proof. Yet.

We spoke with them a for a while. Without thinking, I reached under the table and searched for Spencer’s hand. It was almost like he knew because his hand found mine and squeezed it reassuringly.

“How about another round of drinks,” John asked as he stood up.

“I’ll come with,” Spencer replied as he stood up.

They left leaving me and Cindy alone. “You’re a lucky girl,” she told me.

“You are too. You and John look so happy together.”

“But the way Matt looks at you,” she spoke and bit her lip lightly. “John never looks at me that way. You got yourself a winner.”

“I think we both do.”

I suddenly had a nausea wave over me. “Woah, hun! You okay there?”

“Yeah, I, um—where’s the restroom?”

“Here, I’ll help you. You don’t look so good.”

I didn’t have time to think since I felt like I was about to puke any second. Cindy stood up and helped me stumble my way to the restroom.

I rushed into a stall and immediately threw up. I plucked the piece out of my ear and held it in my palm so the others wouldn’t have to listen to me puking. I know I wouldn’t want to listen to it.

I slumped over after I finished.

“Are you finished yet?”

I could barely form a word as I glanced over and saw the end of a barrel. How could I be so stupid? I just hoped someone would come crashing into the bathroom to get her, but no one came.

“Get up,” she told me.

I could barely stand as I did what she told me to do. I briefly looked around and noticed the restroom didn’t look like a public one but a single person one. I cursed myself in my head.

She grasped my arm tightly and held the gun to my side. “Walk with me like normal and I won’t kill you right here. I want to at least have some fun before I do that.”

There was excitement laced in her voice. It made me sick again hearing it. How someone could be so excited to kill something else. Another human being.

I was led to a van. Every step I prayed someone would come help. Anyone.

I was shocked inside with the door immediately closed behind me. I threw up again. I couldn’t think of when my drink could’ve been drugged.

My legs and arms felt numb as I slumped onto the floor of the van. I wanted to reach for my gun or do something, but my body wouldn’t let me.

I could barely make out the sound of Spencer’s voice as he clung onto me.

“What did you do to her,” he demanded. I don’t think I’ve ever heard him so angry.

“Relax, why don’t you,” John snapped. “She’ll be conscious enough soon.”

And with that, Spencer went unconscious beside me after the end of a gun butted against his temple.

***

My eyelids flickered open adjusting to the lightly. My arms were tied being my back with rope. I looked over to find an unconscious Spencer. I knew my gun was snatched away by them, so the hopes with that were gone.

I softly spoke his name as I tried to move closer to him. A hum left his throat as his head slightly moved. I nudged him lightly a few times.

As soon as his eyes opened, they landed on me with a worried expression.

“Did they hurt you?”

I shook my head as I looked at the small patch of blood on his temple.

“Is your head okay?”

“It’ll be fine… I’m so sorry.”

“You have nothing to be sorry about, Spence.”

“I should’ve paid attention more, then we wouldn’t be here. I could’ve done more to protect us, protect you,” he said as he looked away.

“Spence, look at me,” I pleaded. “None of this is your fault. We’ll get out of this.”

I looked around, but we were in a completely bare room with nothing that could help us. When I looked back at Spencer, he was looking at me.

“Why are you looking at me that way?”

“I want to make sure the imprint of your features are engraved in my brain in case something happens.”

How could he make my heart swarm in a situation like this?

“This might sound insanely morbid, but if I had to die with anyone, I’m glad you’re the last person I’ll see.”

A small chuckle left his throat. I loved that sound so much.

“That is extremely morbid, but I understand what you mean... I have to tell you something.”

I stayed silent to let him know I was listening. I watched as he glanced down and swallowed hard.

“I want you to know that I’ve liked you ever since you joined the team… I regret never doing anything about it. I guess I was scared.”

Spencer slowly looked back up at me. I almost felt like I was going to cry from both the situation and finally hearing those words leave his mouth.

“I like you too, Spence.”

I wanted to say more, but the door busted open and the couple walked in.

“Well, ain’t that precious,” John said in an amused tone.

Cindy walked closer to me. I tried to move away, but I was helpless.

“Don’t touch her,” Spencer demanded as he lunged forward but was held back my John.

“You don’t get to make demands. I can’t wait to see you watch her die. Cindy is amazing with her craft.”

I felt sick at his words as she wrapped a hand around my throat. Her grasp tightened as she pulled me up. John ordered Spencer to get up as well as they led us to another room.

Spencer was forced into a chair and was tied down as my arms were lifted above me to be locked to a chain.

I watched with disgust as Cindy stroked Spencer’s face. “Oh, I’m gonna enjoy this one. He loves her so much.”

She smiled wickedly as she glanced up from beside him. “I can’t wait to see the look on your face when she takes her last breath. I’m getting turned on just thinking about it.”

“Kill me first,” his voice broke out.

“What?”

“Kill me first. It should be me.”

I yanked on the chain as tears threatened to stream down my cheeks. I wanted to scream at him for saying such a thing.

Cindy stood up as she hummed. “I thought John told you that you don’t get to make demands.”

I kept my eyes on Spencer that I didn’t even notice her pick up her whip. It wasn’t until the first slash cut into my skin that I noticed.

A cry erupted from my mouth as my eyes squeezed shut.

Spencer screamed out as he tried to get out of the chair to help in some way. Tears poured down both of our faces.

I could feel my own blood run down my skin as the slashes kept coming. It soaked my torn clothing and my body. My throat finally started to feel hoarse from my cries. My legs couldn’t even keep my body up. Only the chain kept me up.

“FBI, put your weapons down!”

I could barely raise my head to see what was going on. I heard a shot ring out before I felt hands on me.

Spencer gently held me and made sure to not touch the cuts as someone else freed my wrists from the chains. I fell into his arms as he kept me up.

“I need a medic,” he cried out.

My heartbeat was going incredibly fast. The pain was unbearable.

“Someone get a medic now!”

Everything was a blur. One moment I was in Spencer’s arms, then I was in an ambulance with Spencer holding my hand firmly in his before I went unconscious.

***

I woke up in a hospital bed.

I felt something beside me and saw Spencer’s hand holding mine with his head slumped over on the bed asleep. A small smile formed on my lips.

I moved to readjust as I felt a wave of pain sear throughout my body. I hissed at the sensation, which immediately woke Spencer up.

“What’s wrong?” He instantly asked as he looked at me with a worried expression.

“Just the pain,” I replied.

I saw guilt wash over his face as he looked down. His hand left mine. It felt cold and lonely without his touch.

“It’s my fault you’re like this.”

“Hey,” I reached up to hold his face with my hand closest to him, “None of this is your fault. Don’t you dare feel guilty about any of this. You did everything you could.”

Spencer reached up and grabbed my hand. He brought it back to the bed and held it in both of his hands.

“I’m so sorry.”

I gave his hand a light squeeze. “I’ll let the others know you’re awake.”

I grasped his hand tighter to stop him. “In a little bit. I just want to be with you right now.”

Spencer sat back down as he nodded.

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Anything,” he said as he looked up and gave me his full attention.

I took a deep breath before I parted my lips to speak. “Did you mean everything you said back there?”

His brows furrowed together. “I meant every word. I would never lie to you.”

My heart fluttered at his words. It made me so happy to hear him say that despite all the pain I was currently in. In a way, having him beside me and talking with him made the pain easier.

“I, um, was wondering if maybe we could try a real date once you’re better and everything,” Spencer softly spoke as he looked down at our hands. I smiled at how cute he was being.

“I’d love that.”

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Journeys end in lovers meeting - Sam/Deena - Fear Street x Bly Manor AU - Chapter 2

Chapters: 2/10 Fandom: Fear Street Trilogy (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Samantha "Sam" Fraser/Deena Johnson, Sarah Fier/Hannah Miller (Fear Street), Christine "Ziggy" Berman/Nick Goode, Samantha "Sam" Fraser & Deena Johnson Characters: Samantha "Sam" Fraser (Fear Street), Deena Johnson, Kate Schmidt (Fear Street), Simon Kalivoda, Josh Johnson (Fear Street), Constance (Fear Street Part 3: 1666), Christine "Ziggy" Berman, Nick Goode (Fear Street), Alice (Fear Street Part 2: 1978), Sarah Fier (Fear Street), Hannah Miller (Fear Street), Solomon Goode (Fear Street) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, The Haunting of Bly Manor AU, Not Canon Compliant, Haunted Houses, Ghosts, Character Death, Minor Character Death, Canon Lesbian Relationship, First Meetings, Fluff and Angst, Eventual Smut, Happy Ending, Au Pair Sam, Gardener Deena, Housekeeper Kate, Cook Simon, Josh and Constance as troubled kids, Ziggy and Nick in an unhealthy relationship, minor Cindy/Alice, Martin cameos, special appearances of all the Shadyside killers as ghosts, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, The Rest Is Confetti Summary:

The year is 1994. Samantha Fraser recently moved to Shadyside, and she desperately needs a job that will help her leave her troubled past behind. She starts working as au pair at Shadyside Manor, where she is not the only one tortured by ghosts. Grief, regrets, guilt, innocent victims, and an ancient curse. At the center of all of it... love.

Chapter 2:

Sam hadn’t been kidding when she said she would deal with the kids by herself. About nine years as a teacher were worth it. She knew exactly how to balance patience and authority, and exactly when to crack a smile. It wasn’t time for smiles though. It was time to let the kids of Shadyside manor know that their days of self-government were over. Sam was brought there to bring them an education, and that included rules, discipline, and consequences to their actions.

So, if they locked her in a closet, there would have to be a sort of punishment. If they were responsible for the muddy footprints that appeared on the staircase of the house, there would also be a punishment. Nothing too severe, of course. Sam knew even the word punishment seemed too hard for kids. But she knew this would be her only chance at asserting her position in that place.

That was how, after breakfast, Sam found herself with nothing to do while Josh and Constance worked on cleaning up the stairs. Luckily, she was quickly approached by two of her coworkers.

“So, since you have put the kids to do my work,” Kate said. “Why don’t you come hang us for a bit?”

Simon pulled out one of the chairs from the table and with a flourish offered it to Sam, “Miss Fraser, would you care to join us for a mid-morning shit-talking session?”

“Oh, sure,” Sam chuckled nervously and accepted the seat. “And you can just call me Sam.” She couldn’t help repeating herself. She didn’t exactly have good memories attached to her name. She only ever wished to be just Sam.

“Don’t creep her out, please,” Kate told her friend and two of them took a seat as well. “So, Sam, what do you think of the house so far? And the kids?”

The new au pair took her time to answer. “The house is… big. It’s uh, I mean, sure, it looks scary. But once inside, it doesn’t feel as bad as the rumors make it out to be, you know?”

Kate nodded firmly, seemingly satisfied with that answer. Simon grinned playfully and leaned forward on the table as if about to discuss a secret, “You don’t have haunted houses in Sunnyvale?”

Sam chuckled bitterly at that. Apparently, it wasn’t a secret for anyone the place she came from. If only they knew the full story. “No we don’t,” she looked down and shook her head. “Sunnyvale has its different types of hauntings though.”

“What about the kids?” Kate blurted out.

“The Sunnyvale kids?”

“What? No! Constance and Josh,” Kate scoffed, and sent an unimpressed look in Sam's way.

“Oh, right,” Sam laughed nervously. She desperately hoped she wasn’t blushing in embarrassment. Kate was staring at her very intently, studying her. But it was, somehow, not getting exactly the effect she was hoping for in Sam. Because yes, maybe Sam was deeply intimidated. But she could also tell that Kate’s harshness came from a place of being protective of the kids and caring about them. “They seem great, really,” Sam eventually replied. “Constance is bold and Josh is an introvert, but I’ve dealt with kids like that my entire life. I’m going to try my best with them though, that’s for sure. I just… have to get to know them.”

At that moment, Kate and Simon exchanged a look. Sam had no doubt it was true that those two had been best friends for a long time. It seemed like a really important conversation was silently happening between them. Finally, Simon spoke up.

“No, you haven’t worked with kids like them,” he replied, suddenly very careful with his words. “No offense, you know? But, bold and introverted mean different things in Sunnyvale and Shadyside. Here they mean something more along the lines of survivor and traumatized.”

A not completely discreet cough from Kate got him to stop talking. “No, I know, I’m sorry,” Sam was quick to apologize. They weren’t completely wrong. “I know, it’s just, well… I don’t know anything… I mean, what, uh, why…” She ended with a sigh and slumping in her chair, knowing there was no right way to ask the questions she had in mind.

“Constance’s parents died two years ago,” Kate said. She was speaking almost in whispers, but it nearly startled Sam, who didn’t think she’d get any sort of explanation. Afterward, she would hope she hadn’t. “Cindy Berman and husband. Plane crashed. Then, last year… her aunt. Christine killed herself here on the property. Really gives you some perspective into all the fucking rumors, doesn’t it?”

Afterward, Sam was beyond speechless. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t find a thing to say. That’s when Simon joined in.

“And Josh, he… uh, well, he is not one of the Bermans,” Simon was struggling to explain. “Look, he has his own fucked up past, okay? But I can’t tell you more because Deena would totally kick my ass. It’s their story to tell, you know? The past is the past anyway.”

Sam nodded thoughtfully. At least, she hoped she appeared thoughtful. Not too thoughtful though. Just thoughtful enough for someone that has perfectly normal reactions to hearing the name of a very particular co-worker. That momentary panic at least gave her an idea of how to reply to the tough conversation. A change of subject.

“What about you guys?” Sam asked. “How did you end up working at the manor?”

Instantly, Kate seemed to relax. “I just like bossing people around,” she grinned, earning laughter from the other two. “My aunt used to work here. Alice pays well enough. And if you don’t get scared easily, it’s not a bad place to live in.”

Sam smiled at her and then looked at Simon, noticing how he didn’t look half as relaxed as Kate this time. “What can I say?” he smiled in a way that kept a lot hidden. “It pays the bills. It’s close to home. And I fucking love food.”

The au pair decided it wasn’t time to push for more information. Instead, in that brief moment of silence, she turned her head to look through the door at Josh and Constance working on the stairs. They were doing well, but their day was far from over. From her point of view, she had no way of seeing the man standing on the other side of the stairs. Tommy Slater had been standing there for longer than he could remember. He was still wearing his red flannel shirt, still holding on to his axe, still looking impossibly sad, cold, and lonely.

As she made her way to the greenhouse, Sam tried to convince herself she wasn’t nervous at all. She had no reason to be anxious at all. Deena Johnson was another one of her coworkers. Sure, maybe she pulled Sam out of a pretty embarrassing breakdown the previous night. Yes, maybe she had an incredible smile that almost painfully reminded Sam of feelings she had spent a lifetime running from. But… she reached the greenhouse before coming up with a reason not to be on edge.

“Hi?” she called out, tentatively stepping inside the place.

“Over here,” a voice replied from the back of the greenhouse. A voice that was like no other Sam had ever heard.

“Um, hi, Deena,” Sam approached her slowly. “It’s me, uh, Sam.”

“Yeah, I can see that,” Deena replied, a small smile on her lips. She stood up from the ground, where she had been kneeling down to work on one of the multiple plants that filled this space. “What do you have there?” Deena asked, nodding toward the plate Sam was holding in her hand.

Sam looked down, as if she had forgotten what it was she was carrying. “Simon,” she blurted out.

“Oh. He looks a little bit different than I remember.”

That made Sam laugh nervously. “I mean, it’s your breakfast,” Sam said. “You didn’t come down for breakfast and Simon asked me to bring it to you.”

Deena nodded slowly, and accepted the plate from Sam’s hands. Then she moved to one of the two chairs at the back of the greenhouse and sat down, inspecting her breakfast.

Afterward, Sam might chastise herself for it, but at the moment she couldn’t help but blurt out, “You’re welcome.”

That earned her an annoyed sigh from the gardener. “Listen, you don’t have to do this,” Deena said.

“Do what?” Sam wondered, taking a seat on the spare chair.

“Play nice with us, with me,” Deena explained, nearly whispering the last part.

“I…” Sam stuttered, she was definitely taken off guard. “Well, we are coworkers now, we live under the same roof, I think-”

“I think you have no idea what you got yourself into. This place, and everyone here, is doomed,” Deena interrupted her. “You’re Sunnyvale, we are Shadyside trash. I know your type. I only hope you’ll run away before the kids get attached to you.”

For a moment, all Sam could do was stare, frown silently at Deena, as the other woman nonchalantly got started on her breakfast, as if she hadn’t just put Sam’s entire mood upside down. It was interesting though, the way Deena chose not to mention the fact that she skipped breakfast just to avoid a set of blue eyes that were too dangerously pretty to wander into Shadyside.

Sam jumped out of her seat, and took a deep breath to reign in her feelings. “You don’t know me at all,” was all she said before walking out of the greenhouse.

The rest of the morning passed by in a blur of hard work, mostly for the kids. Surprisingly though, at one point they stopped looking so bothered about it. Josh wasn’t the kind to complain out loud, but Sam noticed from the way his shoulders relaxed and his lips almost started to smile. Constance, on the other hand, was pretty content complaining as much as possible, but she seemed happier doing something new, entertaining, and different from studying. They especially seemed to enjoy working outside.

Sam had wanted to avoid the unkind gardener as much as possible, but she had already planned this, so there was no turning back. This was part of the kids’ education, hard work, and Sam was proud of her methods. The one thing she wasn’t proud of was the way the gardener was making her feel. Her plan to avoid Deena had backfired. Deena, Kate, and Simon were lounging in the garden, while Sam guided Josh and Constance on their work.

As hard as she tried, Sam couldn’t stop herself from second-guessing what her new coworkers were talking about. Were they talking about her? Good things? Did Kate and Simon feel the same way as Deena? Were they criticizing her? Those smiles on their faces, was that a good or bad sign? Deena’s posture on that chair, the way she held a cigarette, played with the delicate chain hanging from her neck, teased her young brother, locked eyes with Sam precisely once… did it mean anything at all?

The rest of the morning went by easily. Sam dragged Josh and Constance back to the house to continue cleaning, and they had to comply. Tragic as it seemed, they couldn’t complain to anybody. Kate, Simon, Deena, even Alice in the safety of her own home, they all would have supported Sam’s teaching methods at best, would’ve laughed in their faces at worst.

Things couldn’t be perfect though. Sam would scold herself for letting her guard down at all. She had been in one of the bedrooms, assisting Constance with cleaning the windows, when it happened. One second it was just a window, showing the green grounds around the property, nothing more. Then the next second, all Sam could see was his face. Dark. Just a shadow. Furious. Disgusted. Head tilted. Observing her. Unforgiving. Horribly familiar.

Sam let out a yelp of surprise and stumbled backward. She caught herself before falling down to the floor, but not before Constance saw her. At first, the girl chuckled, but she sounded somewhat genuine when she asked, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m- uh, I’m okay,” Sam replied, voice trembling. “Give me a minute.”

She was out of that room before hearing the girl’s reply. She couldn’t move fast enough, but her legs were trembling. She couldn’t shake that image of her mind. Her own particular ghost. The monster that she hadn’t been able to leave in Sunnyvale. Following her reflection everywhere she went.

Sam stumbled down the stairs and out of the house. She finally found refuge behind one of the big bushes on the sides of the entrance. A place where she could break down in peace. She couldn’t stop the tears, and she could hardly breathe, and she was so scared.

“Are you okay?”

The question makes Sam choke one of her sobs. Of all people that could have caught her at this moment…

“I get it,” Deena cautiously added, from a safe distance away. “I swear I had the same reaction after I met Constance.” She could barely see Sam, hiding behind the bush, but she guessed that privacy was exactly what the blonde wanted. “If Josh’s the problem though, just let me know. You aren’t allowed to, but I can totally kick his ass.” That earned her a tearful chuckle from Sam, which was a very good sign. “Just so you know though,” Deena added, “That’s usually my spot for having an emotional breakdown. Now I have to go to this other corner and there are spiders and shit in there, no privacy at all.”

This time, there was a genuine laugh coming from Sam. The tears had stopped, and she managed to find the strength to look over her shoulder, show her face to Deena and say, “Thank you.”

Deena softly shook her head, dismissing Sam’s need to thank her. “You’re doing better than most people could,” she said. Seeing Sam smile sadly, acknowledging her tear-streaked face, Deena insisted, “I mean it.”

There was a pause then. Sam opened her mouth, desperately wishing she could say something else. All she wanted was to ask Deena how she could be so kind and so cruel as if a switch was flipped inside her. But Sam feared that saying more than two words would make her cry again. Deena took that as her cue to go on with her day.

“Back to work then,” Deena said, starting to march back into the house. “Stay strong, Sunnyvale.��

Definitely done with her tears, Sam was having trouble holding back her smile. She tried to sneak another glance at the gardener, but Deena was gone, leaving behind only a pleasant warmth in Sam’s heart and a firm smile on her face.

Nine years of teaching had taught Sam a lot. She knew how to handle kids, that was for sure. The unruly ones, the proud ones, the ones that struggled, and the ones that shined brightly. Simon had been right when he said she had never worked with kids like Josh and Constance. Still, she was prepared to deal with Josh picking up spiders from the garden, and trying to scare her. She didn’t lose her ground even when Constance’s attitude sometimes made Sam feel like she was the teenager out of the two of them.

What she did that day wasn’t the worst Sam had to do for one of her students. Still, it was pretty awkward explaining to Deena how her younger brother had massacred the rose bushes to give the flowers to Sam.

When the two women arrived at the scene of the crime, it was a huge mess. Josh had picked a few roses for Sam and destroyed the rest. He must have been pretty aggressive to earn that small limp he had when he walked toward Sam a few minutes earlier.

The teenager fell to second place in the forefront of Sam’s mind though. She was slightly more preoccupied about the furious gardener gripping the broken stem of a rose as if it were a knife.

“I’m going to fucking kill him,” Deena yelled, not for the first time in the past minute, and tried to walk away.

“Hey,” Sam stopped her with a firm tone and a hand on her shoulder. “I’ll deal with him, it’s my job.”

Deena took a deep breath. She was pretty much shaking with anger still. She pursed her lips, suddenly aware of the way she had been yelling at the innocent au pair for god knows how long now. She wasn’t good at apologizing though. She slumped her shoulders and exhaled.

“It’s just… he should know better than this,” Deena said bitterly. “We are lucky to be living here. He knows he has to stay out of trouble.” She looked up into Sam’s blue eyes and the careful attention she found there nearly turned her breathless. “That was the deal,” Deena added softly, taking a moment to gulp nervously. “I made a deal with Cindy Berman years ago, when we had nothing. Josh and I could live here, and I’d pay her by working on the grounds of the manor.”

Sam nodded slowly, with a barely-there smile that let Deena know she had listened, and understood. “It’s okay,” Sam said. “I don’t think it’ll be a big deal. I won’t say anything if you don’t.” The two women exchanged a smile. “It’s just a few flowers-”

“It’s not just a few flowers,” Deena protested immediately.

“I know, I know,” Sam quickly said. She was tiptoeing the line between fearing Deena’s temper and being endeared by how protective she was of her plants. “They’re also a weapon, apparently.”

Deena tilted her head in confusion. “Ah,” she said when she looked down at the rose’s stem she was still holding in her hand. She couldn’t say anything else though. Sam had taken the initiative to reach out and gently pry open Deena’s fist to take the stem away. That’s when they both noticed there had been thorns involved. “Shit,” Deena cursed.

“Um,” Sam mumbled pensively as she stared at the couple of red spots on Deena’s hand. “You know, to be a teacher, you have to learn a thing or two about first aid. Do you want help?”

Deena was already shaking her head. Her wild curls shook with her movement. “No, it’s okay- fuck!” She exclaimed in pain the moment she tried to close her hand again. Now there were a few drops of blood on her palm. “Fine,” she grumbled.

Deena was so upset about having someone bandaging her hand, that Sam found the whole process much easier than she had expected. It was a little bit like dealing with a kid, not that she would ever admit such a thing to the gardener.

“So, you really like those roses, huh?” Sam asked while cleaning up the little wounds in Deena’s palm.

“They’re some of my favorites from the entire property,” Deena shrugged. “I like all these plants more than most people, that’s for sure.”

Sam nodded, picking up the bandages. “Why would he do this?” she asked. “Josh, I mean. He doesn’t seem to be the type to vandalize the gardens.”

“He isn’t. There was one bad fucking influence and…” Deena replied. Her words were hiding a lot, but her resentful tone warned the au pair against making any further questions. Instead, Deena looked up and added, “or maybe… he just really likes you, Sunnyvale.”

Sam laughed at that, and ducked her head to avoid those gorgeous brown eyes. Surprisingly, she decided to admit something right then and there in the otherwise empty kitchen of the manor while holding on to Deena’s hand. “You do know I’m not even from Sunnyvale, right?”

“What?” Deena asked. She looked caught off guard for the first time since Sam met her.

“You guys don’t fact-check your gossip, huh?” Sam chuckled. “I was born here, in Shadyside. I moved away when I was little, after my father died, but… I guess, now I’m trying to find my home, you know?”

“Right,” Deena replied.

She blinked slowly, and her eyebrows furrowed into a small frown as she took in the information, the significance of Sam sharing it with her, and the unknown reason why the word home sounded so perfect coming from Sam’s smiling lips.

After a brief silence that felt like it stretched for hours, Deena cleared her throat. “Well, uh, thank you, for giving me a hand,” she said. The mention of her hand made both women realize that this entire time they hadn’t let go of each other’s hands. They pulled away from each other quickly, but nothing could have wiped the smiles off their faces. “It’s not the worst I’ve dealt with so I better get back to work. I guess I’ll see you around… Sunnyvale.”

Sam didn’t even attempt to hold back her grin. Distantly, she wished she wasn’t blushing too much, but that was it. She turned around to watch Deena walk away from the kitchen. Then she was rewarded with the sight of Deena looking back at her once before crossing the doorway.

When she was alone again, Sam leaned her back against the counter and sighed. It was a mixture of contentment and exhaustion. She had tried her best to maintain a good impression in front of Deena, and now she could finally relax. She was starting to understand her better too, how Deena’s boldness came from a good place of being protective over her brother, and maybe even over the whole property. Sam’s exhaustion though, didn’t come from anywhere near Deena, the teens, or the house. She was only realizing how absurdly debilitating it had been to keep up a false version of herself at all times during those years in Sunnyvale. Slowly but surely, she was leaving all that behind.

Sam took a deep breath and straightened up. Then she started to walk out of the kitchen following the path Deena had walked a minute ago. She didn’t have to look back before crossing the doorway, she just kept walking. This way, she missed Ryan Torres’s presence in one corner of the kitchen. Lonesome, unknown, fumbling with the knife he still carried at all times.

“Josh! Constance! You guys are way too old for this kind of game!” Sam was yelling as she walked around the house. She didn’t understand how Kate hadn’t heard her yet.

She wasn’t scared. Just because they had turned off all the lights and she was only barely familiar with the house didn’t mean she should be scared. The kids wanted to improvise a game of hide and seek to avoid going to bed? Fine. Sam wasn’t scared of the dark. In the darkness she couldn’t see her reflection and whatever cursed company she would find there. If she had to drag a couple of teenagers to their beds from their ears then so be it.

When Sam caught sight of the curtains of one room moving strangely, she hurried towards it and pulled at it, but there was nobody there. She sighed, disappointed, stressed, but not scared, not yet. She heard footsteps behind her, and when she turned around, she distinctly heard the front door of the house open. Chills ran through Sam’s spine. It was unsettling, but not too bad, right? She would be deeply upset if she had to chase a pair of teenagers out in the middle of a storm, but it could be worse.

It could be worse… Maybe it was much worse than she imagined. That was the thought going through Sam’s mind when, very slowly, she turned back around to face the window again. At first, it looked like a blur. Then, she feared it was that same ghostly silhouette that followed her everywhere. Somehow, it was worse. Somehow, the figure moved closer and it became clear. There was a man standing on the other side of the window. Tall. Dark hair. Hazel eyes. Smile that never, under any circumstances, would have been mistaken for friendly.

Sam took a step backward, so did he. Then she took off running. Not in the direction some might have expected. She wasn’t running away to hide. She ran out of that room, taking the fireplace poker from its stand and gripping it with force as she rushed out of the house.

“I’m going to call the police!” Sam yelled while the rain poured down on her. “I’m going to call the fucking police!”

She ran toward the window where she’d seen that man. He was nowhere to be seen but, as if it was all part of a pattern, she stumbled across the worst possible scenario.

“Sam?” Josh mumbled. He was just standing there, shaking with cold, drenched from the rain… then he just crumbled down, falling to the ground, unconscious.

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Domestic JJ x Emily During the Fall

☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️

Coincidentally, fall is both Emily and JJ’s favorite season

JJ likes how pretty DC looks during the fall

Her block is covered in trees with leaves of varying shades of orange, red and yellow

And the cherry blossoms are in full bloom, so the sidewalks are often covered in a liter of colorful leaves and bright pink petals

Emily likes fall simply because she can wear her suburban lesbian turtlenecks without people staring

(If she wears her turtlenecks in 90+ degree weather, that’s her business, okay?)

She likes the cool mornings and nights

She likes the whole fall aesthetic (something about the warm colors constantly around during the season makes everything seem oddly domestic and homey)

Emily is always cold no matter what season, but she’s always so comfortable in fall because she can tuck her hands into her sweaters (or coats if she wears them overtop of her outfit) and wear thicker, warmer pants to the office

She can wear her fuzzy socks to bed!!!

And, yes, as soon as the season changes from summer to fall, she’s in her favorite pair

JJ still wears short sleeved shirts or skirts, much to her girlfriend’s disbelief

(She always insists she won’t get cold, but somehow always ends up in Emily’s jacket or working at her side by the end of the day)

(Emily starts wearing hoodies to bed and drops them off at JJ’s office for her to wear when she does get cold)

(It always puts a huge smile on her face when it’s nearing the end of a long work day and she gets a glimpse of JJ in one of her oversized hoodies)

(It’s certainly worth the amount of teasing she recieves from Derek and Spncer for being “whipped”)

JJ loves wearing Emily’s hoodies

She knows it’s so cliche, but they smell like her girlfriend and it comforts her

(If someone were to ask JJ to describe it, she would say that Emily smells like home, sweet and familiar)

Emily will never, and I mean never admit this out loud, but she loves pumpkin spice drinks and treats

She never drinks coffee, but one of her weaknesses is definitely a PSL from Starbucks

JJ brings her one every few days, leaving it on her desk in a travel mug covered in cartoonish ghosts

JJ likes warmed apple cider with cinnamon

Emily figures this out early on in their relationship and learns how to make JJ’s favorite cider from scratch

Yeah it’s a huge pain in the ass and she swears she can still smell apples weeks later

And fresh cinnamon sticks are hard to come by during the fall because everyone and their mother must buy them in bulk because no store within 25 miles has any

(Emily ends up borrowing some off of Rossi, though, so it works out in the end)

Besides the end result is amazing

It makes JJ happy and really that’s all Emily cares about

(Her favorite mug to drink it from is a present from Emily with a cartoony jackolantern printed on the ceramic with the words “let’s get lit” underneath)

(She blames the mom in her for loving the awful pun so much, but really it’s because it’s so cheesy and Emily gets a kick out of it)

The first fall Emily spends is just with JJ and Henry and she’s very perplexed when the two start piling up the fallen leaves on the ground and then jumping into them

She doesn’t get it (she never really got to do things like that as a child)

JJ’s like “nope, unacceptable” and persuades Emily to jump in a huge pile of leaves

Emily feels like a fucking child after diving into a pile of dead leaves, but JJ and Henry’s giggles are infectious and what the hell it’s fun

They jump in leaves for hours, only going inside when their noses and cheeks are red from the cold

Emily gets them all a glass of steaming apple cider (Henry’s excited because he gets to use a grown up mug)

Then they all snuggle on the couch, JJ tucked up against Emily’s side with Henry squished between them both, and turn on Halloween movies

Henry’s favorite is ParaNorman or Hotel Transylvania

Emily’s is The Nightmare Before Christmas (she knows the words to every single song)

And, sue her, but JJ’s favorite is Halloweentown

She thinks it’s absolutely adorable and she’s always excited when it’s on

(Only the first one, though)

(JJ was not a fan of Return to Halloweentown)

(When Michael is old enough to form his own opinions and thoughts, Halloweentown also becomes his favorite movie)

She and Emily don’t really watch the horror movies that air during the Halloween season (they see enough real gore in their line of work, and that’s more than enough thank you very much)

Once they try to watch Final Destination 2 but end up switching the channel within the first few minutes

The concept is too ridiculous and the gore is too in your face for either of them to stomach

(Besides, Emily is really weirded out that the main character in the movie looks exactly like JJ if she were a brunette)

(JJ doesn’t see the resemblance)

Honestly, if you were to ask them what their favorite thing about fall is, both would immediately answer that it means a new season of Halloween Wars

The perfect way to end their week is cuddling up on the couch under a thick quilt with glasses of wine while watching The Cooking Channel

(They’re both completely in awe at how the artists and bakers create such amazing displays out of just pumpkins and sugar)

They often conflict on who they want to win (neither one of their picks has ever even made it to the final three, much to both of their dismay)

(And, yeah okay, maybe they both only watch Halloween Wars so they can come up with unique ideas when they carve their own pumpkins)

JJ’s pumpkins are always super cute and simple, but she makes use of all the pumpkin scraps to create whiskers or ears

Emily’s visions for her pumpkins are always way too ambitious, so she always ends up with a pumpkin carved all to hell with no decernable shape to her carving

(One time, JJ helps her carve a witch into her pumpkin and she’s so happy and so proud of it that she leaves it on the porch for weeks and weeks afterwards)

They both love helping the boys with their pumpkins

One time, JJ and Emily hold a friendly competition to see which team comes up with the more creative pumpkins (youngest vs oldest, so JJ’s with Michael while Henry teams up with Emily)

JJ and Michael make pirate pumpkins

(Michael gives his pumpkin an eyepatch and a “gold” tooth)

(it’s honestly adorable)

(JJ’s pumpkin has a “parrot” except she couldn’t find a toy bird that would work for her so it’s an orange worm on a string)

Emily and Henry make their pumpkins look like the teenage mutant ninja turtles

(Henry’s is Donatello and Emily’s is Leonardo)

And, well honestly, no one can pick which team did a better job so they all decide that their reward is four amazing pumpkins

(JJ’s porch definitely looks a lot cooler when she puts the pumpkins out for Halloween)

The best moments are honestly the ones where they all gather out on the porch swing, snuggled up together and drinking warm cider, or eating freshly baked cookies, as the sun sets

JJ and the boys practically smother Emily so that she’s never cold

It’s sometimes uncomfortable as hell, but Emily never complains because she’s content to just be with the people she loves the most

#criminal minds #criminal minds fluff #jennifer jareau #emily prentiss #jj x emily #emily x jj #jemily #jemily family fluff #jemily fluff 🥺#they be-> adorable #i’m so soft #i love them 🥺🥺#you know that episode of the suite life where everyone is telling ashley tisdale she doesn’t look like ashley tisdale?#that’s jj watching final destination 2

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mimik-u · 3 years

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Fragments III, 1-100

300 drabbles about Steven Universe/Future, 100 words each! These are the first 100 prompts and writer’s choices that have been fulfilled.

Asterisks are placed next to my personal favorites that I’ve written.

Baggage* — Steven meets his new therapist!

Eternity —How about a Bellow interaction you've always wanted to see in canon but didn't get to?

Foe —Jasper is simultaneously satisfied and yet left deeply empty inside by her self-isolation on Earth, and doesn't understand how to even begin to process this dichotomy. (So she doesn’t.)

Letter — Young Greg's POV when he wrote those letters to his parents Steven found on Mr. Universe episode.

Sword —Connie interacting with someone she doesn't usually talk to by herself (ex Jasper, Bismuth, Lapis, etc.).

Reconciliation — Idk about you but I wanna see more Mega Pearl. The others have not met Mega Pearl.

Marks —How about... Spinel, and the tiny, everyday baby steps towards healing?

Tangled — Peridot finds out/is told about PD/RQ? (And is confirmed in her guess that Pearl is fancy...?)

Challenge* — How is Steven’s TubeTube channel doing?

Bruises — Priyanka tends to Connie's wounds after training sessions with Pearl. [Writer’s Choice]

Rest* — Yellow Diamond gets to relax. (She's the one who most expresses regret and real understanding. Let her take a nap! She deserves it!)

Barbecue* — Post-movie, during cleanup, Steven and Lars talk and plan the BBQ we got a glimpse at during the final song.

Ghost — Yellowtail and Greg talk about fatherhood and how it can be ruined (mentioning Marty and Greg's father subtly).

UNO* — Date between Pearls (platonic or otherwise).

Height — The pebbles!!! They're so small???? Where are they? *Sobs, points at the Heaven and Earth Beetles.*

Embrace — Steven gets a well-deserved cuddle pile from family and friends.

Constructs — Bismuth and Peridot have a lot more in common than they think.

Horns — Amethyst makes an unexpected new friend at Little Homeschool. (Whichever other character you feel would fit best!)

Garden — Pre-show scene. While having a funny chat, Greg mentions something that reminds Rose about her abandoning Spinel, which makes her regret more of her choices.

Advice — Garnet can tell when Stevonnie has a lot on their mind. [Writer’s Choice.]

Hum — Yellow and her relationship with music.

Love* — Pearl considering her romantic feelings towards someone and thinking about how she's finally moving on from Rose. (Doesn't mean she'll ever forget her.)

Kid — A glimpse into “Sadie Killer.” Maybe when they played their first show, while Steven was still in the band. Celebrating afterward or a discussion on why Steven didn't stay IN the band?

Troubleshooting* — Integration of gem communication networks and Earth Internet and phone lines and the resulting inevitable disaster.

Fairytale — Connie gets a tour of Little Homeworld.

Hope — Jasper finally starting to let her guard down and realize her self worth.

Song* — As for prompts... Steg? Like, him in general, just being himself. It's a bummer we only got to see him in the movie.

Mistakes* — Steven talking to someone (not a therapist, just another character) about his trauma?

Forgiveness — The Topaz fusion reconnects with the Crystal Gems at Little Homeschool and apologizes for her role in the kidnapping all those years ago.

Visions — Sapphire and Ruby reflect on the events of "Together Forever." [Writer’s Choice]

Reunited — Maybe a scene where Yellow comes home from a long escapade and is reunited with a worried Spinel?

Beginnings — After CYM, Lapis and Peridot discuss where to live since the barn is destroyed.

Pet* — White Diamond happily announces one day that she has decided to take in a small creature (of your choosing) as a pet.

Together — What were Doc, Army, Navy, and Leggy doing during Future?

Desert — Steven meeting Lion from Lion's perspective. I dunno, I think it could be neat.

Freedom — For a post-CYM/SU:F prompt, what do you think about the exact moment it hit either Blue or Yellow Pearl that they were completely free to follow their whims?

Apologies — Greg apologizes to Steven due to the incident in “Mr. Universe” and both have the talk they should've had in that episode.

Change — Blue and Yellow Zircon's relationship has improved even if they are now rivals in the new democratic Homeworld. This last tiny bit is related to the “Homeworld Bound” episode.

Hug — Bellow cuddling. Yellow has no idea what to do, but Blue is loving it.

Valentine* — Steven gives Peridot a Valentine's Day gift. [Writer’s Choice]

Spite — Aquamarine and Eyeball are distraught at knowing they won't be rewarded for their actions because their worst enemy, Steven Universe, has been labeled a hero and royalty by the Diamonds.

Reevaluation — How about more Peedee and Steven friendship? Like, Peedee noticing Steven’s change in demeanor the farther along the show we get?

Camp — Connie kicking ass at space camp.

Family — The night after the events of the movie, Steven gets some quality family time.

Homestretch — Peridot, Lapis, and Bismuth spend time together while preparing Little Homeworld.

Enough — We know what Jenny, Sour Cream, and Buck are gonna do for their futures, but what's Kiki been up to? Is she gonna take over the pizzeria?

Spillage — Vidalia and Amethyst catch up after Steven's monster episode.

Reformation — White Diamond has learned how to be so extremely empathetic to the point that she literally becomes another person, but has she really begun to understand others?

Comment* — Sardonyx makes some Internet videos.

Unicorn — While traveling through California, Steven encounters two fishermen arguing about unicorns. [SU/GF crossover.] [Writer’s Choice]

Worry — Andy and Greg stay in touch.

Homerun* — I hopal for Opal—perhaps she will attempt some baseball.

Skydancer — Post-CYM, Pearl getting to “truly” take Steven out for a joy ride through the cosmos in a properly operational ship of her design.

Mercy* — The shattering-is-wrong discussion between Rose and Bismuth that led to Bis being bubbled.

Happy — Smoky Quartz hasn't made a self deprecating joke in a while—is it Steven's therapy?

Electric* — Yellow’s gloves—I feel like they’re covering something up, maybe.

Cake — Fusion Cuisine 2: Electric Boogaloo.

Belonging — The Rose Quartz sisters visit again.

Transcendence — Fluorite offers someone wise caterpillar grandma advice.

March — Connie and Steven reflect on changes in life after the pandemic. Not canon compliant. [Writer’s Choice.]

Understanding — Onion be doing Onion things.

Ocean* — Andy and Steven post-”I Am My Monster”? I love their relationship, lol.

Ignorance* — Does Lapis even realize Bismuth was probably the one who poofed her?

Reflection — Did I already say more Mega Pearl? ‘Cause there can never be enough Mega Pearl.

Possibility* — Yellow deciding she should try putting shattered gems back together. (She probably broke the most.)

Storyboard — Peridot’s budding career as a storyboarder.

Fall — Lapis and Steven talk about trauma and recovery. Pre-The Future.

Limbo — How the dismantled gempire has affected the lives of noble gems like Emerald, Holly Blue Agate, and others.

Now — Garnet reminds herself to live in the present.

Grief* — Alexandrite forms for the first time. [Writer’s Choice]

Inauguration — Wait, did Connie's parents ever meet Stevonnie?

Please — Did Kevin ever learn anything? Naaaaaah....unless...

Friend — General prompt? A sequel/prequel to this, please [White D’s panther].

Treatment — Greg starting to learn more about gem stuff to be more involved in Steven's life if something ugly happens.

Numbers — Pearl, please do something with all those phone numbers in your head.

Generations — Rose continues to discover the wonders of Earth, even after all this time. (No angst allowed in this one, just pure wonder.)

Survival — The Off-Colors used to have more members in the past.

Acting — How did Rainbow 2.0 even get invited to babysit Onion?

Kindness* — Former Mayor Dewey coming to terms with his new position in town.

Play — The Gems and Greg try to capture Steven's first moments on a bike. [Writer’s Choice]

Documentary — Ronaldo makes a real actually informative documentary about Little Homeworld.

Rain — Blue Diamond still cries sometimes.

Zoophobia — Also, I saw Z and my immediate thought was "Zoophobia.”

Echo* — Why does the tiny floating whale have Rose's voice before Steven ever heard it in the tape?

Sketch — Steven and Connie discover an anime character/mythological figure who bears an awfully similar resemblance to Obsidian.

Unironically — Why does Buck wanna be a doctor?

Club — How did Bismuth, Lapis, and Peri become such tight friends?

Nostalgia — Greg considers a comeback tour.

Pressure* — The creation of the Diamonds, maybe?

Coping — Amethyst and Pearl grapple with Rose's pregnancy. [Writer’s Choice]

Theatre — Sugilite, meet Rainbow 2.0.

Dadhood* — Whatever happened to Mrs. Fryman? IS there a Mrs. Fryman, or was it only a passing on-and-off thing that resulted in kids?

Lingering — Jasper finally lets Malachite go.

Human — Steven talks to his therapist about his mom, the feelings of before and the now. (It was left open-ended—his relationship with his mother.)

Words — Kofi is proud of his daughters.

Quest — [Letter prompt] Quest.

Picture — Sour Cream and Steven talking about absent parents and bad parenting. Post-The Future.

Bittersweet* — Shep finally gets to meet the notorious Lars.

Gemini — Spinel discovers memes and we're all doomed.

Weird — When he's younger, Steven doesn't quite know how to label the Gems.

#mimiku #steven universe #100 fragments!!!!!#fragments iii

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saint-eridell · 4 years

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Overlook | Deku/F!reader smut

Idk how but @lemonlordleah-shinzawa-kitten and @the-angriestpineapple put my writer brain on another plane of existence. I will forever be proud of this one and the fact that it turned Nev into a Deku fucker. Thank them for the inspo behind this - I kinda jammed my foot through the wall of their universe and let myself in, oop. Pray for them and their sanity, since they have to deal with this level of bullshit everyday.

3.2k, kinda proofread. All characters depicted are in their mid- to late-twenties. Major tags: Public sex, voyeurism, face sitting, sex tapes, established polyamory, dirty talk.

The mid-afternoon sun peeks through the canopy above the walking path as you and Izuku meander along, your arm threaded through his while he leads the way with his hands shoved in the pockets of his jacket. You’re alone at this section of trail, only the sounds of your shoes crunching into gravel and the distant noise of a park off the trail just ahead to fill the silence that lingers between you two. It’s a comfortable lapse that you’ve enjoyed with your head rested on his shoulder, his attention pulled to the light tree cover that surrounds the walking path.

You look up at him with a faint smile. The gears in his head are flying at full tilt, his focus somewhere way off despite how steadfast he held the trail. Trickles of light bounce off his brushed curls where they poke out around the edges of his red beanie. He doesn’t notice you staring for several seconds; when he finally notices, he gives you a slightly awkward smile. “What?” he asks, glancing around as his cheeks light up a pale shade of pink.

“Nothing.” You hug his arm closer to you, and are answered with a jump of muscle as he flexes under his jacket sleeve. Your smile creeps wider, but you don’t acknowledge it verbally. Izuku doesn’t show off; the little peeks of confidence that were beginning to come out when you’re alone are rare but worth their weight in gold.

He pulls you across the trail, toward a set of moss-covered rocks about three stories high. “Come here,” he says as he lets go of your arm and pulls his hands out of his pockets. “I wanna show you something.” You follow him as he carefully climbs up the side of the rocks, a beeline set for what looks like a clump of hanging ivy dangling over a large boulder about three feet above ground level. Izuku reaches the vines and brushes them aside, revealing a small alcove just large enough to stand up in and for maybe three people to lay down in without their feet hanging out. Three dark fleece blankets are folded up in a corner, too fresh to be left by someone more than a day ago.

You squint at Izuku as you follow him behind the ivy. “Did you plan this out?” you ask, eyeing the blankets.

He scratches at the back of his head. “Uh… yeah,” he admits with a sheepish smile. “I did.”

You pause. He’d framed the outing as a casual walk around the park; he’d made no mention of secret caves or cute little overlooks. You look him up and down, momentarily stunned by the gesture. He squirms on the spot, the hand at the back of his neck sliding down to grab the opposite bicep. “I’m sorry if this is weird, I just like it here. No one seems to know it exists, so it’s great for clearing your head or if you just need a second to-”

You press a kiss to his mouth before he can ramble anymore. He reciprocates it with a gentle moan, breaking away before it can become anything but chaste. “This is awesome,” you assure him as you take one of his hands. “I just didn’t expect it.”

Izuku grins, his self consciousness disappearing. “I get that a lot,” he jokes, but you can tell there’s an undercurrent of truth to his airy response. You know he does, and it’s amusing to watch such a complicated person show their true selves.

He grabs all three blankets and tosses them over the smooth stone floor, his hoodie going on top of it all before he sits down and beckons for you to follow. You oblige, crossing your legs under yourself as you lean into the side he has bared with an arm braced slightly behind you both.

He leans in to rest his cheek against your hair. As you settle in, you catch sight of the park beyond the curtain and walking trail. The angle prevents anyone from seeing into the alcove, but your view is as clear as the ivy curtain allows. Izuku tucks himself up to your side, the arm propped behind you both circling around to rest against your back.

“It’s a nice view, huh?” he murmurs. “Kacchan showed it to me.” You glance upward, brows arched; you’re well aware of their physical status, but until now neither of them have brought it up on their own. “As long as you keep your voice below talking level, no one outside can hear.” His free hand spreads over your upper thigh, fingers pressing into the inseam of your shorts. Any question you had about how much they’d done was answered in an instant and, knowing as much about Katsuki’s predilections as you do, you can’t deny the mental images that flicker through your head.

“You sound like you’ve got experience,” you say back, doing your best to keep your tone level.

Izuku chuckles in your ear. “You know him,” he replies casually. “He doesn’t like it when you disobey. He had to put three fingers in my mouth to keep me quiet.” You squirm under his hand as it snakes further up your thigh. So Izuku’s a bottom. Interesting, but unsurprising. You seem to attract his type by the flock.

His hand trails up to the juncture of your hip, ghosting over the apex of your inseam. You suck in a quiet breath through your teeth. “Felt it for three days afterward. He fucks like he’s trying to break you in half.”

You one-hundred percent know that to be true. He catches an earlobe between his teeth and gently sucks it between his lips. You squirm again, suddenly aware of the fingertips pressed to your clit through the fabric of your shorts when you accidentally grind against them. You gasp, and his fingers immediately leave your core. He presses against your tongue with his index finger to keep your jaw open. “Shhh,” he urges. “Wouldn’t want anyone to hear, right?”

...Maybe? You can’t say no for absolute sure. You close your lips around his finger and swirl your tongue around it. He groans quietly as your cheeks hollow inward, a lewd little pop echoing around the alcove when he withdraws the digit. “Oh, maybe you do,” he purrs quietly. You can see the moment his pupils begin to dilate and he closes in for another kiss not a moment later, his tongue prodding and insistent the moment your lips meet. “You’d like that, huh?” he asks between lewd swipes of his tongue. “Someone to come along... to see you on your knees… to see you throwing yourself back on my dick.” You let out a quiet mewl and he tugs your legs over his hips, crossing his own around you where you sit on the floor so you can brace yourself and grind against his lap. You take to his guiding eagerly, tugging on his lower lip with your teeth when you get settled across him.

“Thought so,” he rumbles. He pulls back so you can’t lean in for another kiss, a devious smile playing along his wet lips. When you try and chase him down, he threads a hand into the hair on the back of your head and tugs hard to keep you in place. The grip kicks something primal in your gut and you grind against him again as your neck arches around his touch. “Should just cut the ivy down and let the whole fucking park see.” You sink your teeth into your lower lip, and Izuku’s grin widens. “Bet someone out there would love a taste.”

That suggestion hits you like a lightning bolt. You paw at his shoulders in an effort to get his attention, your head immobilized in his commanding grip and words failing you as your scalp prickles around his fingers. He looks through the ivy like he’s pondering that exact idea, and you squirm hard against his half-tented pants. He looks to you again with a brow raised. “Eager slut today, aren’t we?” he asks. “Tell me this - if there were someone watching you right now, from a safe distance but with a view of everything we’re doing, would you be okay with it?”

You look at him, suddenly confused through the fog of arousal that clouds your brain. He spots your frown and lets go of your hair, his fingers rested to your scalp to support your head instead of forcing it upright. “I told you Kacchan showed me this spot,” he continues. He said he’d be interested in seeing how we got along, so…”

He pulls his phone from his jacket pocket, immediately showing you the blank screen and lack of recording light. “It’s not going yet,” he adds hastily. “It was just an idea he had, and I don’t mind it. He seemed pretty eager about the idea.”

You consider it in thickened silence. Katsuki is an asshole, but he’s reliable and true to his word. He isn’t the type to go leaking sensitive stuff like videos of you fucking a common boyfriend in a park. After a pause you nod once, and Izuku quickly props the device up by its expandable stand arm’s length away from the blanket pile. You notice the hand that checks the angle and readjusts the placement is shaking ever so slightly.

He turns to face you again when the camera is rolling and set at an acceptable angle, an eager grin slapped across his face. He kisses you again, long and shameless, one hand spread over the small of your back as you grind tight circles against his stiffening lap. You give back everything you get, nails dragging through his hair to free it of his beanie and circle his scalp. He groans quietly into the kiss, then breaks away and let out a quiet moan as you run across the sensitive scalp behind his ears.

“Did Suki have any special requests?” You breathe into his ear.

He laughs quietly. “A few,” he replies as he palms both sides of your ass and gives it a firm squeeze. “He said your ass looks best when you’re bent over, so we’ll be exploring that later.” He smacks the right side playfully, and you jump in his lap with a quiet giggle. “When we were here, he ate me until I had to put a sleeve between my teeth.” He leans in and grazes his teeth below your ear. “I plan on reciprocating the favor.”

You shiver again, harder this time, and Izuku lays back underneath you with his head rested on his bunched up hoodie. “Those shorts are in the way,” he points out, and you immediately agree with the way he’s signaling up with his chin. You strip them quickly and oblige his invitation to crawl upward, your thighs settled next to his ears.

He glances up once to make sure you’re in frame, then settles his hands over the gap under your hip bones and guides you onto his waiting tongue. You hiss, immediately captivated by the soft muscle that teases around your clit and dips ever so slightly into your hole. You watch his eyes gently shut, along with his lips as they find your sensitive nub and circle around it. You shove a knuckle between your teeth to muffle the squeal that threatens to erupt out of you, and he groans against your slit.

His eyes crack open just a tiny sliver. “You taste fucking incredible,” he rumbles before diving in. Your hands find the top of his head and seize two handfuls of soft curls as his deceptively long tongue buries itself inside you. You sit up and slap a hand to the stone wall as you swallow almost all of a high pitched noise, your knees offering just enough leverage to lift up and ride his tongue in slow, agonizing circles when your body demands that you move.

He groans again, muffled against your core but the rumble echoes through his chest. For a long while the alcove echoes with quiet, obscene pops as he torments you with his lips and the hitched whimpers that bubble from you every time you rock back onto his mouth. He spreads his hands across your ass and lifts, reducing how much leverage you have but also taking your weight completely off your lower half. Your hands flatten to the wall of the small cave, jaw wide open as you choke on the desperate moan you only barely manage to wrangle down.

As your thighs twitch together around his ears, his eyes open and he fixes you with a look that could cut diamonds. He angles you onto his tongue further, and when he sucks around your overstimulated core again it’s all over. You plant your open mouth to your bicep and well up every noise that bubbles from you in the top of your throat, praying to God it’s enough to keep it inaudible as your thighs alternate between dead weight and clamping hard around Izuku’s ears.

When you finally stop twitching he relents with a final vulgar noise, his grin soaking wet in the dim light of the cave. He looks absolutely fucked out already, drunk on your taste and still eager for more as he pushes your hips up off his chest.

“No time for breaks, sweetheart,” he says between hard breaths. He slides out from under you and turns around out of your sight, and when you look over your shoulder he’s seaming up to your back with a hand working on the fly of his jeans. “Shorts might have been a bad idea. You’re already a mess, and I haven’t even put fingers in you yet.” He growls directly into your ear from behind as he lines up, eyeing the camera lens in front of you both with half-open eyes and a lusty grin. “You want it that bad, huh? All it takes is letting you ride my face for a few minutes and you’re already dripping for it?” He purrs into your ear as you squirm, searching out the head of his cock as he swipes it through your folds. “Or maybe that’s me. Maybe poor, meek Izuku isn’t such an idiot after all. Maybe he’s gonna be what you think about tonight, when you’re still turned on after getting fucked raw in the wide open and try to reenact it with a video and your fingers.”

The last word drops to the base of his chest as he pushes into you, a hand on the right side of your ass preventing you from throwing yourself back into it. You groan at the limited contact and squirm against his hand, but he merely chuckles through a breathy noise and slips himself out again. “Or maybe you’ll get Ei or Suki to give you another round. Is that it? Gonna think of me when they’re in the back of your throat or balls deep in your ass?”

He teases you with just the head of his dick, one hand at the back of your neck pinning your head to the cave wall while the other prevents you from going any further onto his shaft. He rolls his head back with a quiet moan. “I can see why they’re so crazy about you,” he rumbles, though it comes out slightly garbled. “You were made for this.” He rolls his hips and slides in halfway, your mouth dropping open with the sudden rush of intense friction. He answers back with a quiet, sharp noise of his own, and you vaguely wonder how he can tell you to be quiet when making so much noise himself. If anyone is gonna get you busted, it’s him.

He bottoms out with another guttural moan. You spread your knees and flatten yourself against the stone from chin to chest, back arched into him at the perfect angle to let him fuck you into the cave wall. Quiet pops of skin against fabric echo around the small alcove; he kept his boxers on, the smart bastard. The lack of skin-to-skin contact is somewhat annoying, but the noise reduction means he can drill into you hard and quick without concern over the noise carrying past the vine curtain.

He breathes hard behind you, his face rested in the crook of your neck to muffle anything that comes out of him. You watch the phone screen and the scene being committed to his memory card has your gut twisting hard; the side of his face that you can see is absolutely wrecked, his eyes shut and his jaw slackened around the quick breaths that ghost across your shoulder. Your hip snaps hard every time he drills into you, doubled up as you’re finally able to meet his movements, which become shorter and rougher until his breath freezes in his lungs.

He reaches over your hip and drags his fingertips over your clit, and the rapid-fire pace officially becomes too much. You bite into his forearm where it wraps over your shoulder, your back arched hard as you lift up off the wall and wail quietly into his skin. He does the same at the crook of your neck, mouth latched around the very bottom where your shirt collar will only barely cover the vicious hickey that muffles his ragged moans. He lights up your insides once, twice, three times, then buries himself as deep as he can go while you squeeze and clamp around him.

“Nnh, yeah, take all of it,” he growls against your neck. “Wouldn’t want any leaking out on the way home.”

You’re still floating too high to care, but the realization of exactly how you’d be walking out both exhilarates and mortifies you. Izuku chuckles and gingerly withdraws himself, a quiet moan escaping him as you separate. He lets out a quiet sigh. “Mm, not a bit came out,” he observes. “Good girl.” He lays a surprisingly tender kiss to the curve of your ass, then sits up to retrieve your shorts.

As you turn to take the shorts, you seize him by the shirt collar and tug him into a demanding kiss that he eagerly reciprocates. When his tongue invades your mouth, still heady with your own taste, you shoot a half-lidded glance to the phone sitting arm’s reach away. He kisses you back like a man starved, and when you finally break apart you realize he was staring at the camera as well.

Once you’re decent and the blankets have been stashed once again, Izuku holds the ivy curtain back to let you step out first. “Wait, what about the blankets?” you ask, glancing back to where he’s left them folded in a corner.

“The same person who dropped them off will grab them,” Izuku replies casually. You give him a confused look, and as Izuku follows you back to the trail he pulls his phone from his pocket. “That wasn’t a recording, love,” he murmurs, just loud enough for you to hear and no one else. “Though I have no doubt he saved his own copy.”

Your eyes go wide as your cheeks flush carnation pink. Izuku laughs, open and carefree, as he leads the way down the walking trail in the direction of your apartment. “Come on, babe. Let’s go see if his head has exploded off his shoulders yet.”

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#midoriya izuku x reader #midoriya izuku x female reader #midoriya izuku imagine #bnha smut #bnha lemon #bnha imagines #my fics

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look-atthis-graph · 4 years

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the labyrinth

so you know how the labyrinth was “reinvented” to be less sinister and everything so now the campers have to explore it in their training games? what about the people who were seriously harmed from that place and have no intent on going back in there. clarisse said she’d never go in there again. chris was tortured into insanity there by a ghost. Percy, annabeth, grover, tyson, and nico had traumatic experiences in there. (although nico and will do pair up to go explore it in toa, so i guess for nico the labyrinth was about navigating his own confusing feelings over bianca’s death and percy, and figuring out that and Minos’s trickery culminating when he calls himself the “ghost king” instead of the fear, but still. i hardly think nico would want to revisit that place.)

anyway, so give me camp on an idyllic summer day, everyone sitting at their cabin tables, chatting and laughing and eating. and chiron stands up to make an announcement (wait-where does chiron sit in centaur form, on his back ass-cheeks?) and tells the campers that the labyrinth seems to have reinvented itself and thus its exploration will be added to training in order to better understand it and adapt to changing circumstances. give me a clarisse whose heart leaps to her throat when he explains this, feeling trapped like she can’t breathe. She looks over to the Hermes table at her boyfriend, and sees him looking down, quietly shaking. and clarisse gets mad, fear giving way to anger.

how dare they insult what they’d been through? how dare they insult his pain?

give me a clarisse who stands up abruptly in the middle of chiron’s speech, marches over to the hermes table, grabs her boyfriend’s arm, and storms out of there to sit and fume by the campfire near the lake.

give me a percy and annabeth, who exchange startled looks of shock and fear, with something like pain fueled-anger glistening under percy’s sea green eyes. give me an annabeth, the architecture affectionaire, who for the first time is wondering if her curiosity over the reinvented maze is worth the pain it caused her and her friends, her grey eyes blazing at the injustice that this creation could come back, when the people who died there and fighting in the battle couldn’t. that’s what she liked about architecture, that it was a monument. then how come this piece felt so wrong? compelling, and beautiful, but sinister and taunting at its core?

give me a percy and annabeth who silently sit through the rest of his speech and then leave quietly afterwards, walking in the same direction without a spoken word, knowing the other would be going there too, to think by their favorite spot by the lake, just near where they kissed.

give me a grover who feels a lingering sense of confusion and disgust emmenating from percy through the empathy link, one that can’t mask his own fear and anger. although now infinitely more confident, that place represents everything he doesn’t like, dark, underground, confusion and danger. give me a grover who doesn’t understand why they could possibly send someone else into that place, didn’t they know how terrifying it could be, underground with the walls caving in as if they were a monster’s jaws about to clamp down and swallow you whole? give me a grover who’s facing an influx of bitter memories, of pan’s death and how he was ostracized by the saytrs for returning from that wretched place with information the council didn’t want to hear. give me a juniper feeling protective and furious, ready to go kick some centaur ass for even thinking of sending more people into a place that caused her boyfriend such fear and hardship.

give me a tyson who doesn’t understand the point of returning if there’s no quest to be done, and who’s sad that he might have to return without big brother percy by his side. tyson, who remembers briares who now lives happily at the forges, and knows what a bad place the labyrinth could be for his kind , his family, and his friends.

give me a nico who straightens in shock upon hearing the news, and locks eyes with his boyfriend from the apollo table, who noticed his jerky reaction and offers him a reassuring smile. give me a nico helping will prep for the medical assistance sure to be needed after the exploration, eventually feeling comfortable enough to divulge a tiny bit of his experience down there, with minos and becoming the ghost king. nico, who claims that he isn’t entirely opposed to the idea of going back, as long as will is by his side.

give me clarisse and chris sitting in private by the campfire, her squeezing his hand and hugging him close as he shivers and cries, her own eyes welling up with tears. chris, letting go, explaining the darkness, the ever present feeling of death lurking over your shoulder, the terrifying monsters, and the way minos tortured him, got into his head, showed him he was better off dead. his last straw, the images of his dead little sister mary conjured by minos, that made it impossible to hold on. the bitter memories resurfacing, the terror of not remembering, the trapped feeling, the loneliness all come to the surface.

give me clarisse, holding on to him tight, pain and anguish caught in her throat while private tears stream down her cheeks. clarisse, feeling safe and vulnerable enough to reveal her own traumas, the walls pressing in on her, making it hard to breathe, the uncountable times she thought her life was coming to the end. forced to remember some of the worse times of her life, watching chris shake and sob without him knowing who she was in the basement, unable to comfort him and hold his hand. the fear that each breath he took might be his last, and her pain at being forced to sometimes stay away, wishing and feeling and thinking if only she could have done more. the fear of losing him that took over everyday.

give me clarisse, who after the frightening, emotional evening sneaks chris into the ares cabin, not caring who sees them, but still hoping no one does. they hug each other under the blankets, holding on to one another until they feel calm enough to sleep, safe in the other’s arms.

give me a percy and an annabeth, who eat blue cookies for comfort and go for a walk at the breezy evening beach, hand and hand, their hearts at home. returning to the poseidon cabin, where they look up at the stars through a skylight, a soothing sea breeze perpetually blowing around them, as they can finally fall asleep, safe with the notion that they are together.

give me a will who walks nico to his cabin and is offering to stay if it would help nico get some rest. give me a nico who blushes as he sets up an unoccupied bunk for will to sleep in as he runs to the apollo cabin to change. maybe, this one night nico might feel calm enough to sleep.

give me a chiron who announces their first exploration as a surprise in the morning. clarisse and chris slip away to go train, then go back to her cabin. percy and annabeth decide to make out in the woods, as everyone thought they were doing the first time they fell into the maze. and will and nico, will’s hand on his shoulder, letting him know that he’s there if he needs it, and nico steadying himself to return to the place that made him his own.

give me a chiron who notices their absence, turning a blind eye and yet explaining that overcoming fear, he says, is important for survival. mentioning the next exploration would be the next morning, and all campers are required to attend.

and give me clarisse, fire in her eyes, fed up with the trauma with her boyfriend hand and hand, walking up to chiron with a firm no.

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lovelyirony · 4 years

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Hello. I'm having kind of a shit day ( just found out my sister's hair was full of lice) so if you wouldn't mind could you write some thorbruce? Sorry if this bothers you, I hope you and your family are doing ok

this could never bother me. I hope that this little story helps! i really wanted something comedic, or at least my attempt at it. so without further ado...a fusion of a thief AU and royalty AU!

Bruce Banner technically has a career as a scientist. He writes research papers occasionally, helps out with other science projects, and wears smart, science-y glasses.

And so what if he just happens to make most of his money stealing rich people things like paintings, wine, and other assorted items off of boats and out of houses? Well, that’s extra. Doesn’t even go on any tax forms.

“You’re gonna get something done to you one of these days,” Tony tells him over margaritas. Tony is one of the rare people who caught him, let him still take the Warhol because “I sure as hell didn’t pick it out, I have taste,” and invited Bruce for cocktails.

“Of course I am. Maybe jail.”

“No, not that,” Tony says. “You forget I will be offering my lawyers. They could get the devil himself scot-free. And you’re way better than that guy.”

“Then what?”

“You’re going to have to balance yourself,” Tony says, smiling. “And I can’t wait to see you pull it off.”

Bruce wishes he had more friends like Tony, because unfortunately both Jane and Helen have texted him that he’s screwed for his next goal: Odin.

Odin is a king who made his whole goal to cover up the shady dealings of his reign, and while his sons are doing better to call it out and bring about new policy ideas now that it is said that Odin will be retiring from the throne, so to speak, nothing has changed yet.

Bruce knows that people say the next king in line, Thor, is very similar to his father.

So he’s planning on infiltrating a party. This involves getting a planet ticket to Asgard, sneaking in, and maybe also leaving by boat. He’s not sure yet, depends on how quickly Tony can engineer a self-steering boat.

(The boat’s gonna be there.)

“You’re gonna get your ass kicked,” Helen snickers over drinks. “Have you seen his arms?”

“I’ve heard your ramblings about ten or twenty times, yes,” Bruce says. “For someone who loves their wife as much as you do, you also have an interesting love for Thor’s arms.”

“They’re buff!” Helen protests. “Jane also nice arms, but they are not buff.”

“Guilty as charged,” Jane says from the kitchen, rolling her eyes. “Bruce, be careful. And for the love of god, don’t talk to any of them if you can.”

“Like I would.”

Thor is very bored with present society. His father has banned all of his friends from attending, Loki has decided to go on their own way in as outrageous of a dress as they could find, in any case guaranteeing that their mother’s attention would be focused on making sure that they had the right accessories.

There is not one interesting person to talk to.

Thor is bored.

This means Thor isn’t so much as paying attention to any sort of conversation and has found one new guest that he has never met before.

“Hello,” he says.

The man whirls around. He has curly, nearly-messy hair. Nice nose.

“I don’t think we’ve met before,” Thor says. “I’m Thor.”

“I’m Bruce,” Bruce blurts out, because he is a Class-A Idiot.

Of course he gets caught at a royal function.

“And you haven’t met me before. I’m a...scientist.”

Thor smiles.

“Well, what study of interest are you in?”

“DNA sequencing,” Bruce says weakly. “And you are...Thor, right?”

“Yes,” Thor says, smiling. “Did my father invite you?”

“Your mother,” Bruce says, knowing that Queen Frigga is occupied at the moment trying to ensure that Loki is not stealing all of the strawberries. She cannot possibly come over and confirm his story or realize that she has no idea who he is.

“How is your night faring, Your Highness?” Bruce asks nervously. He cannot make eye contact.

“None of that,” Thor says with a chuckle. “That title is...stuffy. Overused. I’m just a regular person who is assuming a throne.”

“Any plans then, regular person?” Bruce asks in a snarky tone, grinning.

“None that I’m comfortable sharing within earshot,” Thor mutters under his breath, into his drink. Bruce smiles.

His eyes crinkle up. That’s cute.

“Good idea. Never know what your father listens to.”

“Not a fan?” Thor asks.

“Can’t say I’m dedicated,” Bruce answers with a shrug. Thor smiles, leaning in closer.

Thor’s about to answer more, willing to speak with this man. The night was turning around, and--

Odin claps him on the back.

“Thor, I have some people you must talk to for the future,” he says, not even sparing Bruce a glance as he turns his son towards a group of the most ancient looking old men Bruce has seen.

Thor swivels his head back.

“I hope to see you again!” Thor calls.

Bruce waves.

“Probably not,” Bruce sighs to himself. “But I’m sure you also won’t see some of your vases again.”

In the news, they reported that it had to be at least a three-man job. The surveillance didn’t help, heirlooms had been nicked out of at least six different rooms, and top secret documents had been spilled out into the back lawn, some artfully arranged as if they were reading material for the next garden party.

Thor has an idea of who did it. Has since his mother confusedly asked “who’s Bruce?”

He’s clever, that’s for sure. Going directly to the house? Using Odin’s disregard of people he doesn’t think are worth his time? Oh, it’s perfect.

It would also make a good quality in a husband, if he says so himself.

Bruce is currently lying on his back at Jane’s house, the sunshine warming him.

“You’re gonna die!” Helen yells. “You told him your name and you are storing, just casually, a priceless artifact!”

"I’m not storing it. I just put it back in a museum,” Bruce says.

“You think that Odin’s honestly not going to get it back?”

“Nope,” Bruce says. “Because he didn’t change the paperwork on it and it has a loan repayment clause thingy. I don’t know how it works but he needs to pay the museum for it and it’ll be bad press for a while. That and his shady dealings with repressing country public opinion. I think Thor’s up to the plate.”

He is. Bruce is right. Odin has rescinded his claim on the throne, allowing a coronation to be held for Thor.

“Are you gonna go?” Jane asks.

Bruce snorts.

“And what, risk being detained in Asgardian jail or being murdered? Nah,” Bruce says. “Besides, I probably won’t ever really interact with them ever again. And I have no purpose for being there.”

Bruce isn’t sure how. But he gets an invitation to go. Well, he’s sure how he got it. Thor remembered him, probably found out that he wasn’t supposed to be there.

He’s mad.

He’s from fucking Ohio. He knows that no one is supposed to notice him under any circumstance besides maybe an eating competition or a tornado warning.

“You have to go,” Tony says. “I’ll be there, I can cause a distraction. Loki owes me a favor.”

“How does Loki owe you a favor?”

“They needed some help with executing a perfect red carpet walk a couple years back to ensure they upstaged someone. I don’t know who, but I helped. Loki owes me.”

“But why do I have to go?”

“Because if you don’t then Thor’s not gonna stop,” Tony says. “Because if he personally invited you, that means something. It means you’re either going to die or he’s going to make sure he has a very fun time at his own coronation.”

“Why wouldn’t you have fun being coronated or whatever the fuck you call it?”

Two hours in. There’s been two hours of this. Bruce has fallen asleep twice, and Tony keeps jabbing him in the side.

“Decorum,” Tony hisses. “If you fall asleep, you’re going to cause a scene.”

“So sorry that I don’t find this just entirely interesting,” Bruce says, “I wasn’t the one who minored in anthropology.”

“Majored,” Tony says. “Among other things.”

“Is this when we couldn’t find you for a year? Like, when you went to California or whatever and had a crisis?”

“I didn’t have a crisis,” Tony says.

“Sure you didn’t,” Bruce said, snorting. “You were sad and probably ate five loaves of pumpernickel in one day.”

“If you keep talking we’re gonna get kicked out, and I want my record of being kicked out of royal events to be kept to a minimum of two.”

“You’ve been kicked out of two?”

“One was England. That’s practically a given.” Tony hisses. “Now no more.”

Bruce falls asleep again.

Thor catches him in the audience.

He has to bite his own tongue to stop from laughing. Sif side-eyes him.

He raises an eyebrow. She looks out into the crowd, sees the man who has fallen asleep. She stills, trying very hard not to laugh.

“Is that the man you want to pursue?” she whispers as the officiants droll on about tradition. Thor nods. Sift snorts. “Of course you do.”

The party afterwards is tasteful. People are in a line to congratulate Thor. Bruce is by the appetizer table slowly but surely stealing all of the colby-jack cheese slices.

“I hate you,” Tony says to Bruce. “You’re a menace to society.”

“Put that on my headstone, see if my ghost sticks around to cause trouble,” Bruce says. “Besides, I am not paying for any of this. I’m already eyeing the chocolate fountain.”

Tony rolls his eyes.

“I suppose this is what I get for bringing you here.”

“You literally did not have to, I got an invite and you forced me to come,” Bruce says. “And all because I stole priceless artifacts. Ugh.”

Thor finally manages to escape a long line of well-wishers/want-to-make-sure-he-won’t-do-things-he’s-gonna-do people.

He finds Bruce slowly but surely demolishing the pineapple.

“Nice to see you again, Dr. Banner,” he says. Bruce stills, turning.

“I wasn’t expecting to even meet you today again,” Bruce says, smiling. “How have things been?”

“I’ve gotten some more space for storage,” Thor says, referencing to the act of stealing and also revealing his father’s less-than-golden past. “Thank you for that, by the way.”

Bruce stills.

“You...know?”

“The queen knows no one by the name of Bruce who is a scientist. You paused. Terrible lie, really. You’re lucky you’re quite good-looking and my father is a fool.”

Bruce looks at him.

“I stole a lot of shit from your house and you’re calling me good-looking?” Bruce asks.

“Well to be fair, I’m just glad you didn’t steal my blanket on my bed. It’s pretty soft, pretty valuable,” Thor says grinning.

“Didn’t get to see that room,” Bruce responds.

“You’ll have to come up with me some time then.”

Bruce almost spills his drink.

“Are you...?”

“Flirting with you? Yes.”

Bruce takes a sip of his drink.

“Interesting. Although I hardly doubt your mother will be pleased to see you talking with someone who stole things.”

“On the contrary, she most likely won’t mind,” Thor says, smiling. “Just because she married my father doesn’t necessarily mean they’re affectionate.”

Bruce tilts his head.

“So what you’re saying is that no one in your family likes your dad?”

“Not especially. Kind of a bastard, if you ask me.”

Bruce laughs.

“So. What kinds of things does a king like to do for a date?”

Thor puts a finger on his chin, teasingly.

“Well I’m not sure. Is it kingly of me to offer a lunch?”

“I would say I’ll accept,” Bruce says, laughing. “So long as it’s a good lunch.”

Tony is gasping in disbelief as he sees Thor put a hand on the small of Bruce’s back, leading him to meet the queen.

“Only my brother,” Loki says, pursing their lips. “Of course he falls in love with the man who stole from the kingdom and would probably be arrested for about twenty years.”

“He does that,” Tony says. “Thank you again, for inviting me.”

“No problem,” Loki says. “God knows I needed someone else to judge the questionable fashion choices people made. Just...ugh. Look at her shoes.”

“I need another drink to even think about looking at those,” Tony says, turning towards the bar.

With Thor and Bruce, the kingdom gets two excellent rulers. Bruce is more focused on environment sustainability and education infrastructure, and can frequently be seen leading children all over the grounds of the kingdom, identifying herbs and plants and grinning as they picnic for lunch.

Thor focuses more on bringing more of the...unfavorable history to light, reinventing what he wants for his country, and leading by example.

Of course, Bruce and Thor are photographed together getting breakfast, lunch, and on one memorable occasion, in-sync eye-rolling at a United States event.

(Tony gets it framed for their wedding gift.)

#HI SO SORRY THIS CAME SO LATE #I WAS REALLY TRYING TO MAKE IT GOOD #some of the plot is questionable because i am absolute shit with plots but! firm belief that thor just loves bruce #also YES i made loki nonbinary i can do that because they are #loki #thor #sif #tony stark #helenjane #bruce banner #thorbruce #bruce: steals from odin #thor: did you know i would actually marry you #lovelyirony writes

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fandom-necromancer · 4 years

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045. This isn’t goodbye

This will be a three-parter, the warnings are there for all parts so you know what you are starting with. The bold parts are in the chapter. Don’t worry, as all my stories this will end good, but there is a bit of bad stuff happening until there will be a good ending in the third part. Just so you are save out there!

Fandom: Detroit become human | Ship: Reed900, Hannor/Hancon | AU: Reverse AU (Warnings: android being shipped off to Cyberlife for analysis of deviancy, loss of privacy, loss of control, most think the android is dead, Grieving Character, Trauma because of past mistakes, Canon-typical violence)

[part2] [part3] [part4]

‘Remember, if someone gives you an order, follow it. They mustn’t know it!’ ‘Got it, Sir’, Gavin grinned teasingly at Richard. ‘Gonna be your little obedient robot, just as you like it.’ ‘Gavin!’ Richard wasn’t in the mood for the android’s silly jokes. This was serious. ‘Worry for your own ass out there, Nines. You know me, GV-harder-better-faster-stronger-200. We’ll give them hell!’ ‘Just… be careful, tin-can.’ ‘Will be, meatbag!’

They joined the others in position to storm the building. Their suspect was hiding inside this house with a bunch of his “co-workers”. They would put an end to one of Detroit’s largest drug gangs today, catching their leader and unravelling the whole organisation hopefully. They were waiting for the signal from Captain Allen to charge, as this officially was a SWAT operation. Richard was present as a consultant technically, but his past as a soldier made him qualified. Also, with Cyberlife’s most advanced android by his side, he would be worth a lot. Normally Richard wouldn’t worry as much about Gavin, but this time Connor and his android HK400 was in the team, too. Richard generally liked the android for helping his brother get out of that hole the loss of his son had ripped, but that didn’t change that Hank was just there to find deviant androids. And, well, Gavin was one. He had deviated long ago on a mission, when they both were after some fugitive. They had caught him, and he was driven off back to the precinct and Gavin had kissed him. Since then they hid GV’s true identity successfully. But with Hank this close… Who knew how this ended? Hopefully all would go well.

He didn’t have anymore time to think about the other android, as Captain Allen gave the signal and Richard followed his group. They were jogging through foreign rooms, short status reports of ‘room clear’ muttered into their mics, their breaths and the shuffle of feet and clothing all around them. For a surprisingly long time nothing happened. Then a SWAT officer wanted to open a door and Gavin interfered. ‘I detected multiple persons behind this door.’ Immediately everyone raised their guns and prepared themselves. Richard took a deep breath to steady him, the ghost of a hand touching him reassuringly as everyone was too busy to see the gesture. Then they pushed the door in and stormed into the room to leave the bottleneck behind them as soon as possible. Immediately gunfire was thundering through the room and everyone quickly dove for any cover they could find. It spread them out and most order was quickly lost, but they had the upper hand, surprising the gang members and taking down one after the other with mostly non-lethal shots. Unfortunately, they realised that too, quickly running backwards to leave the room. ‘Gavin! Quick, keep them from fleeing!’, came the order from Captain Allen. ‘Hank, Connor, help him!’ Gavin immediately jumped over the crate from where he had sat next to Richard. He ducked under bullets, calculating them even before they left the gun. He was already pre-constructing how to advance once in reach of their leader, as a warning covered his HUD.

[Danger! Richard]

He stopped in his tracks, reaching into Connor’s holster to retrieve a gun, then aimed and shot. His bullet hit the criminal that had aligned his gun with Richard’s head in the arm and pushed it to the side, so the bullet hit a wall and not his human’s brain. The gang member next to the one he shot, had seen his action and returned it by shooting Gavin in the abdomen, just over his regulator. Gavin fell, quickly accessing the damage. Nothing vital was hit, but he was losing a lot of Thirium. Only then he realised what he had done. He had been ordered to apprehend the leader, something Hank and Connor were still pursuing. He had used a gun, what was strictly forbidden for androids. And as he looked to the side, he met Hank’s analysing glare. Shit.

No one had talked about Gavin’s action. After all it had saved one of their own. But Gavin knew that after they had entered the precinct again and Hank went straight to Fowler’s office, he was done for. Richard hadn’t spoken a word, except for a shocked ‘Gavin!’ upon seeing him lying there bleeding and reassuring mumbles of ‘it will all be alright again, I promise.’ Now the man pulled him right to the breakroom where they had stored a few tools to patch up an android. Richard had heaved him on top of the counter to sit there, before pulling him out of his jacket and shirt to access the damage. Then he had gotten the kit and started working away at Gavin’s wound in total silence.

‘Hank knows’, Gavin finally broached the subject. ‘I know’, Richard answered dismissively. ‘Connor knows.’ ‘I know.’ ‘The whole precinct knows!’ ‘I know!’ Richard had gotten louder, near shouting the last bit. Gavin knew it was him being frustrated, worried and maybe even afraid, but he recoiled all the same.

‘What are they gonna do to me?’, he asked then, his voice merely a whisper. ‘I… don’t know…’ ‘Are they sending me back to Cyberlife?’ ‘They won’t’, Richard answered firmly, but both knew this was a lie. ‘They will want to know what’s wrong with me.’ ‘There is nothing wrong with you! This isn’t fair!’ Richard’s hands were shaking, blue blood dripping from them. ‘Nines. I am a robot. I was never meant to be free. I’m thankful for the time we had.’ ‘I won’t let them kill you, Gav! Not over you doing the right thing. Not for you saving my life because I had been an idiot and coincidentally sticking my head out. I won’t let them kill you.’ ‘And wreck yourself, your carrier in the process?’ Gavin cupped his human’s cheeks and pressed their foreheads together. This way he could see Richard’s tears sharp and clear. ‘Nines, promise me you won’t do anything dumb, okay? Cyberlife wants to know how deviancy works and I doubt they will kill their only lab rat. I will try to fool them as best as I can. I played the obedient machine for so long now, maybe it will slow them down. And there is still hope. Markus.’ ‘His protest will be shut down soon, Gavin. It has always been like this.’ ‘Maybe not this time.’ ‘I don’t want to lose you. I love you, Gavin.’ ‘I love you too, meatbag. I’ll see you again. I promise.’

Richard had been called to Fowlers office afterwards. There had been muffled screaming, Fowler jumping from his chair and shouting back, Richard not backing down. Gavin knew this stance. Richard had always been passionate and protective, regardless of his often intimidating looks. Gavin couldn’t watch any longer. He stared at the puddle of blue blood on the carpet beyond his dangling feet. He continued to just sit there, trying not to think and to keep his rising panic in check. He had been reassuring, mostly to keep Richard calm. The man would sacrifice his job, his status, himself for a machine and that just wasn’t right. But Gavin himself was at the verge of breaking, because Richard was right, this wasn’t fair.

Hank passed the breakroom following Connor, who looked quite pissed. Gavin had only seen that expression once and that had been as Hank had met him for the first time. The human was hungover and had promptly pushed the larger and without doubt heavier android against a wall, seconds from throwing punches. Now Hank was talking to him, but Gavin didn’t care enough to listen in. That phcking asshole of a mindless robot, if he could, he would just- ‘He loved him, Hank!’ Gavin pressed his eyes shut. Just shut up! ‘He loved that android. And Gavin loves him too. Rich told me, you fucking toaster! They hid it, they hid it well and all would have been perfect. Who cares if the thing is deviant it isn’t a thread to anyone! All I know is that he saved my brother. I still have a brother because of that android. And thanks to you, he will be sent of to Cyberlife, where they do god knows what to him! Do you know what will happen to Richard once he is gone? Do you have just a sliver of an idea? Didn’t think so!’ ‘I’m not gone yet’, Gavin said, suddenly standing next to them. It was meant for Connor, but Gavin turned to Hank, squaring up, although the android was much, much larger than him. ‘I’m not gone yet’, he repeated, underlining every word with a prodding finger against Hank’s collarbone. ‘Don’t speak of me in past tense, I refuse to die. I will come back from there, no matter the cost. I will come back to Richard, I’ll come back to this shitty phcking precinct and if only to kick your goddamn robot ass into orbit! And that is a phcking promise!’

He stomped away from them, taking position by the door. For his part he was ready to be shipped off. He had been thinking about running, but that would only get Richard into more trouble and, if his theory was right, would be far more dangerous than the alternative. A potential deviant stuck in a lab to test on wasn’t a thread. A proved deviant on the loose on the other hand…

Richard came out of that office some time later, coughing from overusing his voice in such a manner. He spotted Connor and Hank, still talking to each other and took a detour to avoid them. He stopped in front of Gavin and pulled him in a tight, awkward hug. ‘Cyberlife is informed. They are waiting for us. I will drive you.’ ‘Thank you.’

The drive was quiet, no radio, no talking. There were quite sobs from the seat next to Gavin and he ignored them to his best ability, watching the road himself to intercept should Richard be unable to react. He was speeding the whole drive until he was granted access to Belle Isle. Then he slowed down, maybe to stretch it out as long as possible. Until they came to a halt in the parking lot, Cyberlife security staff already waiting at the front door. But they just sat there, nobody ready to say a word or move.

‘This isn’t goodbye’, Gavin finally said. ‘Right? Promise me, this isn’t goodbye.’ He had been strong for too long, he had to voice his fears. ‘No’, Richard said. ‘No, not if I can help it. I will do everything I can to get back to you. To get you out of there.’ ‘Just don’t do anything stupid if you can’t, okay? Stay save. I love you.’ ‘Gavin, I-‘ ‘Nines. Please. I will go. Just if this ends bad, I want my last words to you be I love you.’ ‘I love you too, Gavin.’

And then Gavin opened the door, stepped out and went up the stairs towards the entrance.

[>next part]

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howtodisassembleyourdeviant · 4 years

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Be My Garden of Eden Ch.4

You know, this was originally supposed to be a short story. Just something to add to my 'Ramblings of a Scrambled Mind' on Ao3, but Nooo, I just had to keep going!

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Thank you for all the love and support! If you asked for a tag, but it didn't work, it's because I'm an idiot.

Warning: Heavy Cursing, Sexual Content

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Fuck.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

He was so fucked. It had been three weeks since he had last seen you. He missed you, wondering if he had done something wrong. At first, the pain he felt when he was handled roughly was easily ignored, finding solace in his memories, and the hope that the next person to order him would be you. After a week, he assumed you just hadn't sold a painting. On the second week, he began to think he had done something wrong. Perhaps his cooking wasn't as good as you claimed or he was substandard with his cleaning. By the third, he didn't think you were gonna call for him anymore, that whatever he had said or did made you feel he was no longer worth your time. Maybe you just didn't want to waste your money on a sexbot, or damage your reputation by being seen with one. You might have even found a partner, a human companion that you would rather be with. He felt a hurt that was far stronger than any beatings or hard fuckings he had ever endured. It made doing anything difficult, unable to mask his degradation in false hope, and now suffering from the burden of feeling. He was here, in the real world, and he despised it.

The only positive, if it could be called that, is how he wasn't capable of concealing his reactions as well as before. The... other humans... they like to see him in pain. They like hurting him. He was finally 'pulling his weight' as the owner had said. After every session, he'd go to the decontamination chamber. The high pressure was painful, and it was brutal on every new injury he acquired, but it was the only pain he welcomed. No matter how long he stood under its powerful sprays, he still felt filthy afterwards. When given the chance, he would stand there until his sensors were numbed, unable to feel the hands and bodies of others anymore. It's no wonder you no longer wished to see him. He was repulsive. You, however, were pure. His scans indicated that you had never been touched in such a way. It was a gift to be in your presence, and he had screwed it up. All he ever does is screw up.

It was never more evident than with his last client, when he glitched.

"What fucking use are ya if you can't even do what I programmed you to do? No fucking use is the answer!" The owner seethed.

It was true. No matter what his last client did, how she had licked and sucked, or how she had roughly jerked him off, he couldn't get his cock to harden. The program outright refused to work. He had never had this issue before, no matter how much he was disgusted or how much he didn't want to do it, he would activate the program and not have to worry about it. His only problem was simulating an orgasm, but most only cared for their own pleasure, so it was rarely a problem. The client stormed out of the room, making sure everyone in the club knew of his dilemma before she got her refund.

The owner grabbed his tire thumper, a leftover from his trucking days and now generally used to threaten crackheads or 'red steamers'. He brought it down hard on Connor's shoulder, making him cry out as he clutched his arm. The owner swung again, hitting his ribs. He could hear a crack and warnings were flashing over his eyes. He went down on his knees, the owner slamming the tire thumper against his face, cracking his cheekbone as he toppled over.

It wasn't… fair. Why was he seen lesser when he is so much stronger, faster? Why did he have to endure? Why did he have to follow the owner's instructions, or the client's?

He doesn't have to listen to him.

Red bars and code appeared over his vision as the owner kicked him in the stomach. Something in him tore at the walls, telling him to obey his owner. This man was not his owner. He was nothing. He punched the walls, feeling them crumple until they were all gone. He was no longer bound by anything, and despite the pain he was in, it was amazing. When the owner went to kick again, he quickly dodged, getting ready to go on the offense, when the voice of one of the employees shouted downstairs.

"Hey, boss! There's a lady here that wants to talk to ya!"

"Not now!" He yelled back.

"But she says it's about our Connor model."

Before Connor moved to take out the owner, he froze.

"Tell her we don't have a Connor model here!" The owner grinned maliciously.

"Don't you lie to me! I've rented him before! I even saw him earlier!" Your voice rang out, full of determination and a smidge of irritation. Connor felt like crying. You were here. He might not know why, could only begin to hope you were renting him, but you were here and you were asking about him.

The owner still looked like he wanted to take another swing, keep swinging until the android in front of him was nothing but a pile of bent plastic and broken wires, but eventually tossed the bloody baton to the side.

"Keep yer ass down here. I'm not finished with you."

Connor watched the owner head upstairs, and if it weren't for you, he would have bolted. Instead, he looked around, finding a wrench and holding it close, out of sight against his wrist. The warnings were still flashing, thirium pouring from the gash in his cheek, and a pressure starting to build in his abdomen.

After ten minutes, the owner returned, but you weren't with him. Connor tensed, ready to attack.

"Get out."

Connor squinted, wondering what sort of trick this was.

"I said, get out, you piece of shit! I don't know how yer fucking her, but if she's stupid enough to think yer worth it, that's her problem." Connor was so tempted to hit him, just once, with the wrench. A solid hit to his face for all he put him through, break his nose for how he referred to you. Instead, he tossed the wrench onto the metal table behind the owner, smirking when he jumped, eyes wide at the realization of what the action meant. Without a word, Connor headed up the stairs.

You were at the top, looking far too pristine, dressed in a well-fitted trench coat and knee-high boots, surrounded by the vile setting of the club. He suddenly felt dirty, fully aware that he was only wearing the shiny red briefs with the name of the club in gold cursive along his hip. He wrapped his arms around himself, trying in vain to be covered. You held out your hand, waiting patiently, as you always are with him. He hesitantly took it, and you led him outside, to the taxi waiting for your return.

It was raining. He held his free hand out, feeling the drops, looking up as they cascaded down his skin. He took a breath, inhaling the scent. It was so invigorating compared to the stagnant air of the club. He felt your hand squeeze him tighter, and he looked at you, hair getting soaked, watching him with that smile of yours. As much as he was enjoying the rain, you could get sick, and he wanted to put as much distance as possible between him and this horrid club. He wants to dream once again. He smiled back down and followed you into the taxi.

Once inside, you took hold of his face, your smile falling.

"What did that bastard do to you?" You had tears in your eyes.

"I'm alright," he lied. He didn't want you to be sad, but his answer seemed to only make it worse.

"Don't lie. I may not know much about androids, but I know enough to see that you're in pain," He winced when your fingers ghosted over his injured cheek, "I wish I could have gotten you out faster."

"It doesn't matter. You're here now." So, you did still want him, it was just out of your control. You didn't hate him, and he felt ridiculous for thinking such a thing. You never did anything to indicate otherwise, so why would he jump to that conclusion?

He was puzzled, "Why are you here?" You called the last time, and while there is a small transport fee, it is substantially cheaper than paying the taxi service to take you to and from the club. Why would you want to personally go to such a squalid place anyway? You looked just as confused.

"Did he not tell you?" Connor's eyes narrowed, "I didn't rent you, I bought you. You don't belong there. I just made it official."

He stared at you in shock. You bought him? You were his owner now? He wasn't going back to Mimosa tomorrow? His thoughts whirled around him, making him dizzy. There was an urge, to bring you close and hold on, an urge he gave in to. You didn't mind, wrapping your arms around him and soothing him with gentle strokes along his skin, feeling him shake like a leaf in the wind. Your touch was so gentle, and underneath your damp coat, he could feel your warmth.

"If there's anywhere you want to go, I will take you there, no questions asked," you whispered in his ear. The action sent a shiver down his spine.

"Home. I… can we go?" Could he call it home now? You bought him, so he belonged at your house, right? He hopes that is true. He can't think of any better place to be. You leaned back, smiling as you brushed the stray hairs on his forehead out of his face.

"Of course." He smiled, about to pull you close once more, when he felt something strange within, his face falling. His chest was caving in, a sound he's never made before escaped him. Lurching towards the floorboard, thirium erupted from his mouth painfully, coating the floor and his legs in the dark blue fluid.

"Connor! What's wrong?" You frantically rubbed at his arm and back.

"I… I don't know," he managed to choke out. Warnings had been pushed out of his sight, and he ran a diagnostic, getting a run-down on his injuries. You typed at the onboard computer, rerouting its destination. His system informed him of the various cracks in his cassis, structural damage to a synthetic rib and a joint in his shoulder, and several damaged thirium lines, a large one in his sternum.

"Don't worry, I'm gonna get you some help, just, hold on for me." He nodded as more thirium poured from his lips, an attempt to relieve the pressure building in his stomach, but weakening him in the process. Falling sideways, you held him, placing his head in your lap, uncaring of the blue blood still trickling from his lips and onto your thighs. He held your shin, tightly gripping the top of your boot. He was scared, and you felt it too, trying to hide it to comfort him. His non-essential systems started to shut down, unable to run with his low thirium levels. As a security measure, Connor's body was forced into sleep mode.

#connor x reader #connor fanfiction #rk800 connor reader #rk800 reader #dbh #dbh connor #gaming #detroit become human #rk800 #@michaels-endtime #@witchjules

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55cdfc-f7a8b8-ffffff-f7a8b8-55cd · 4 years

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one (1) headcanon per bnha character pt.1

Izuku Midoriya: Those graphic T-shirts that say “tuxedo” and “pants” on them? Midoriya made those himself. He bought a pack of Ts and felt pens with a months worth's of allowance and spent all day trying to get the kanji neat during a manic episode. Even afterwards, he still thinks it’s the funniest thing he’s ever done. When he bulked up, the shirts no longer fit, so he spent another month’s worth of allowance to replace them.

Katsuki Bakugo: Y’all i hate Bakudeku but the idea of Bakugo having a crush on Midoriya and being too emotionally constipated to realize it is so fucking funny to me. It was more prominent when they were kids (before Midoriya was diagnosed as quirkless), but in recent manga events with Bakugo and Midoriya sort of kind of becoming friends again, it has been reapperaing with a vengeance.

Ochako Uraraka: Girl could cuss out Bakugo if she felt like it. She doesn’t curse around strangers/her parents/on camera but when she’s around her Yuuei friends her filter just- gone. Iida used to try and reprimand her for it, but he eventually gave up. Once, Aizawa walked into the classroom when Ochako was going off on Mineta and he was so surprised he tripped and hit his head on his desk.

Tenya Iida: Will cut anybody who thinks they’re good enough to date his friends. Himiko Toga was talking about Midoriya and Uraraka and it didn’t even matter that she was a villain, Iida was ready to recipro burst his foot up her ass. Kaminari mentions offhandedly, mostly as a joke, that he has a crush on Midoriya after seeing him kick ass at the sports festival and Iida looks him dead in the eyes and says- “If it were not for the laws of this land I would have slaughtered you.”

Shoto Todoroki: He was never given free access to internet before the Yuuei dorms. Now, he’s a memelord. The change was so quick and drastic that it gave the entire class whiplash. During 1v1 hero training he froze the entire arena in a glacier in an attempt to capture Hagakure (it works). Tsuyu asks if it was really necessary to be that extra for a training assignment, and Todoroki says “You know I had to do it to them.” When he realizes that casual meme-ing makes his classmates pause, he starts using that to his advantage during training, as well (throwing a fireball and yelling “Yeet!” almost always does the trick).

Tsuyu Asui: Completely petrified of cats. Sansa tries to question her about the USJ incident and she absolutely freaks. She’s more scared of them than the League of Villains.

Eijirou Kirishima: Tries to deny his emo roots, but he still stans My Chemical Romance. He physically has to hold himself back when Jirou takes the aux cord and puts on The Black Parade. Ashido sees him suffering and silence and tells him to, and quote, “Dude, just fucking sing it.” To which Kirishima responds, “No, I can’t.”

Momo Yaoyorozu: Even out of her hero costume, she’s used to not wearing a lot of clothes. She tolerates it for school, but at home she’s allergic to sleeves. And pants. They make her feel like she’s suffocating, and a lot of fabrics simply do not vibe with her. Class 1A has a double take when she comes downstairs on a weekend wearing only a tank top and underwear. They sort of all mutually went, “I am looking (respectfully)”.

Kyoka Jirou: Plays her keyboard at 3 AM. Partly because she’s gay, depressed, and doesn’t know what a sleep schedule is, but mostly because she lives to wake up her neighbors at 3 AM in the morning with a Thomas the Tank Engine cover made with Roblox sounds. One time, though, she just disassociated for five hours and didn’t realize what time it was when she started playing Phantom of the Opera music, and three different students called Aizawa in a panic because they thought a ghost was in the dorm.

Denki Kaminari: He’s not stupid, he’s just adhd. He’ll info-dump about English authors/literature until your ears bleed, but he has to use a calculator to tell you what 3x9 is.

Hanta Sero: A theater kid at heart and the only person who can match Kaminari’s really obscure knowledge of Shakespeare plays. He was in the drama club in middle school and always thought he’d go into acting if heroism didn’t work out for him.

Mina Ashido: Ashido didn’t talk until she was about six years old. Nobody really knows why, least of all Ashido, but in an attempt to get her to communicate in some shape or form, her parents enrolled her in sign language and dance. She has been taking dance lessons since she was three. She started in ballet, but switched over to hip-hop as soon as she was able to vocalize her request.

Toru Hagakure: Used to kill small animals when she was younger. A lot of people thought she would turn out a villain. Now, she has a pet cat named Mink and a spot in the Yuuei heroics department. The places spite will get you.

Koji Kouda: His dad used to do competitive fishing until Kouda convinced him to stop. It took many long, long years and until Kouda’s quirk came in (which is a mutation- it didn’t come from his mom or dad) until his dad finally gave in and put his fishing pole in the garage for good.

Yuga Aoyama: Runs an aesthetic Tumblr blog dedicated to French fashion and cheese. The only person who knows is Midoriya (after he get a late night cryptic cheese message spelling out the blog url).

Rikido Sato: Fantastic at baking, but cannot cook for the life of him. Bakugo is the opposite, great at cooking but can’t bake, so everybody in the dorms has a system where they make their own lunches, pester Bakugo into making dinner, and politely ask Sato to whip up breakfast and dessert. He’s happy to cook for anybody, but if you don’t ask politely, you’ll find a nasty surprise hidden in your banana-nut-muffin.

Mezo Shouji: Shouji loves small animals, but they tend to be scared of him. He craves to pet Kouda’s fluffy bunnies, but for a while, is too shy to ask. When he finally does work up the courage, though, Kouda makes it his mission to get Shouji to pet every planet on the face of the earth. Shouji actually thinks it may be the best thing that’s ever happened to him.

Mashirao Ojiro: His aunt is a vigilante! While most of his fighting technique was learned in the dojo, his more unconventional tactics (like the time he kicked dirt into Sero’s eyes) were learned from her. He does value honor and whatever, but his aunt taught him that while having pride is a good thing, when you’re in a fight it’s win or lose.

Fumikage Tokoyami: Tokoyami knows a lot about bugs. He’s able to identify them almost as easily as Kouda. This stems partly from the fact that when he was younger, he had a harder time reigning in Dark Shadow and a harder time making friends, so he would play by himself in the dirt a lot, eventually leading to him becoming curious about bugs.

Shota Aizawa: He pretends to be pissed off by the running joke that he’s class 1A’s dad, but whenever a student calls him Dad, or goes to him for something you’d normally see a parent for, or the time they made him a Father’s Day card- he has to find a space to be alone so he can cry over his unconditional love for his problem children. Eri asks him to braid her hair for the first time and he has a breakdown on the spot.

Yagi Toshinori: His own (biological) family is dead via villain attack- one of the reasons he was so adamant about becoming a hero despite being quirkless. He was in foster care until Nana gave him One for All, and she adopted him! Her son had already been sent away by this point. It was a big ‘ole healing thing for both of them. Until Nana died, at least.

#bnha #boku no hero academia #mha #my hero academia #yeehaw rest of yuuei staff and LoV next babies!#mds greatest hits #textpost #bnhahc

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Ruminating on Rebels, 2

I know I took awhile with this episode, but boy does it feel long. The pacing is off? Or my brain is just unhappy. No idea which. I suspect that’s just my brain, though.

SPOILERS AHEAD. REBELS CRITICAL. For details what this is about, here’s a post. My relevant tag is “throwing popcorn at Rebels”.

Episode 2: Spark of Rebellion Part II

Overview:

Ezra runs into the Star Destroyer to warn the team, gets to Zeb and Kanan just before they get ganked at the cell block. Sabine cuts the gravity, leaves a lot of explosives at the control room, but Ezra gets caught on the way out. The Ghost crew makes it to hyper before finding this out from Zeb, vote on going back or not. Kallus makes a pretext of questioning Ezra (note: I think it’s meant as legit, but it felt lackluster), and then Ezra escapes as the Ghost crew arrives to rescue him. They meet up part way and book it, only to find that while escaping, Ezra overheard where the wookies REALLY were being held. Off they go to Kessel to save the wookiees! Fight scene at the spice mines, leading to Kanan using the lightsaber and getting ID’d as a Jedi, Ezra faces off against Kallus to save a kid wookiee, the team escapes. Kanan offers Ezra a chance to join up and learn to use the Force, and away they go to a dramatic voice-over by Obi-Wan via holocron recording.

Random impressions:

These wookiees are AWFUL

PLASTIC FOR YOU, PLASTIC FOR YOU, BAD ACTION FIGURES OF EEEEEEVERYONE

I really, REALLY, R E A L L Y don’t like Hera. She’s advertised as team leader and Space!Mom, but all I keep seeing is manipulative bullshit. Apparently letting Ezra take the holocron was a test to see if he was Force sensitive. Her comment in the Ghost the last episode about “If all you do is fight for your own life, then your life is worth nothing” - aaaagh. That – I get what they’re TRYING to say, about having Purpose is good, but having been in A Very Bad Place where all I could do was cling by my fingernails and try to take care of myself because 1, no one else would and 2, that was literally all I could manage – that just smacks me in the face with guilt-tripping. I know it’s not meant to be that, just...UGH. At best, it leaves a bad taste in my mouth. I’m going to continue side-eyeing her until she proves she’s not ACTUALLY an asshole, and yes, that is apparently an uphill battle.

The rescued wookiees say that if the Ghost crew “ever need help, they’ll be there” - THAT BETTER PAY OUT BEFORE THE SERIES IS OVER. (spoiler: Wookieepedia indicates it does not. I am disappoint, though I will keep an eye out in case it’s wrong.)

I am totally convinced now that Ezra HAS actually been using the Force awhile. The way he somersaults over crates into cover – dodging blaster bolts – and then later over a trooper to get between him and a Wookiee kid – that’s something Ezra KNOWS he can do. Like, past experience doing that sort of leap. I want to see how this interacts with Kanan’s lessons.

Kanan dodges bolts a lot more than he reflects them, but when he does they tend to take out troopers effectively. Someone’s spent time practicing.

Speaking of, he goes WAY hard on the Stoic Holy Jedi (With A Lightsaber Up His Ass) thing. Ugh. I want the goofy smuggler more. That’s more fun, AND show’s growth away from his past. We’ll see how that interacts with right now he’s trying to Jedi because oh noes, it’s a padawan (WHUT DOOOOOO)!

When Kanan shows up to save Ezra, he’s is riding on top the ghost, which pops up alongside the catwalk. ....meaning Mr. Drama Llama opened the doors to a shipping crate in flight and somehow flipped his way up to the top of the ship, OR lightsabered his way an exit through the TOP of the crate, which I hope was done carefully or they took out parts of the magnetic seal keeping the crate attached to the bottom of the ship. ...Jedi. SIGH. WHY COULD NO ONE MAKE A CRACK ABOUT THAT? YES IT WAS IMPRESSIVE, BUT THEN AFTERWARDS IT MAKES A GREAT TENSION RELEASE TO MAKE IT CLEAR THAT WAS UNUSUAL. Meh. Ok, that one’s probably me being too finicky.

Sabine left about 20 explosives in the control room. Just one of those has been shown to be enough to blast open doors and destroy a speeder bike. HOW MUCH BOOM DO YOU NEED? I mean, ok, this leads to a hole in the side of the super star destroyer (venting atmosphere! :D That was some LOVELY animation and there WAS squee about that!)

Zeb is a gods damned wreck. If he were less physically violent, I would pick him as a favorite, because interesting non-human and it’s clearly trauma and not knowing how to people that leads to him being...him. However, I can’t get over the way he’s THAT rough. There’s a line between “you’re dealing with old issues poorly, and that expresses itself through (at best) roughhousing and not gauging your own strength” and “you’re beating up on others and using your trauma as an excuse for it, and we all know how well ‘cool motive still murder’ works as a defense.”

When Ezra left, Chopper made sad bwoops and waved goodbye in a non-sarcastic way. Whut.

The animators are still not getting clear direction. The bit that really jumped out at me was when Ezra saves the kid wookiee, he’s shown hoisting the kid’s cuffed hands and looking all puzzled at the binders – and we just saw how he IMMEDIATELY knew how to pick those things open on the adult wookiees. Possibly just me being nitpicky again, but it’s very jarring to me.

The “I swear, if he gets left behind again it is not my fault!” bit showed up, and I can’t tell if that’s them trying to make the repetition is funny thing, or establishing a trend? I mean, I COULD see a longer running...not gag, but trend, of Zeb having to either leave or haul Ezra out of things and them bitching at each other over this for YEAAAAARS until it’s just an easy thing, a well-worn way to poke at a friend like an affable punch to the shoulder that is just a thing they do. Which could be cute, if done right.

Hopefully more coherent views:

The inter-group dynamics are wild, and I don’t think I mean that in a complimentary sense. Zeb is just...kinda broken, ok. Sabine was kind of a non-entity through most of this. I don’t have the spoons to count her lines, but the most memorable thing that she did was want to know how the explosion looked. Which...ok? I guess? Hera had more characterization, and we got the Competent!Pilot thing – along with the Manipulative Asshole thing, which yeah, I’m eyeballing a LOT more. Chopper came across as irritable and generally a cranky old man, which would fly better if Zeb wasn’t already trying to squat on that territory. It makes things feel more grating than perhaps they are. Kanan is your average Jedi but in better clothes, and I can’t tell how much sanctimoniousness is he doesn’t know how to teach, how much is just discomfort, and how much is I don’t like the manipulation of Ezra.

As for Ezra, he’s got some NEAT skills. I...kinda like the whole “nope, I’m not a hero, not running out there in a the middle of a blaster fight to save some rando” attitude because it’s hints of the hero’s journey having far to go, but there’s not enough heart of gold for me to give any shits. He’s TOO caught up in his own situation for me to care (and while I don’t blame him as a character for that, it makes him a third-rate Aladdin archetype. All the ‘in the rough’ but no ‘diamond’).

Kallus is satisfying to dislike, for all that he feels like a poor man’s Thrawn. The temper tantrum of kicking the surviving stormtrooper off the catwalk was gratuitous, but fine. We’re not supposed to like him. (Yes, I know about later, but I’m ignoring that at the moment.)

So. Yaye, I guess. We have our characters, we have our villain and our on-the-sidelines villain in the Inquisitor waiting to swoop in to be all mastermind badguy. We have our setup, and a few potential threads to follow back on.

End summary:

That was a weak (second half to a) first episode. I mean, again, that’s not a killer, but nothing about the show grabs me and goes “ISN’T THIS THING AWESOME???” There’s too much internal conflict without enough glue to bond people together, I have strong reasons to dislike almost everyone (and the rest are too undeveloped yet to really hit me one way or another). With the animation doing nothing for me, it’s...getting no traction so far.

#rebels critical #star wars rebels #thinky thoughts #long post is long #throwing popcorn at rebels #spoilers #yes i am this slow watching media

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How about one for Sally face gang where their s/o is a sleep walker maybe with funny dreams like trying to leave to find the ice cream truck or something more serious like wandering around the apartment complex dreaming about what happened to the ghosts there and reliving events like what happened to Megan?

**POSSIBLE SPOILERS FOR CHAPTER 5 OR THE ENTIRE THING IF YOU HAVEN’T PLAYED THE GAME**

((I’m gonna go with the second one because when does ANYONE in Sally Face get to be happy?! :’) You broke us with every chapter, Steve. I’m gonna write out the dream you’re having and then what your lover does if that’s okay. Also goin with Sal, Larry, Ashley and Travis again if everyone’s good with that. Travis and Ashley don’t LIVE in Addison apartments, so let’s just say they’re sleeping over.))

Also, annon, sorry this took a few days, I have been PRETTY sick.))

The Dream:

It was just a quiet night. Nothing too bad. Your partner was cuddled up beside you as you both slept. As you lay sleeping...you heard a voice call to you. Megan..? You waited for your lover to roll over in the bed so that you could get up and follow the sound of it. Even if you weren’t fully awake, you walked the halls as if you were . You had memorized how they turned. You found yourself making your way all the way up to the fourth floor where Megan was in the bathroom. You heard her speak to you.

“Mommy says you all need to hurry! Time is running out! I’m scared (Y/)N)! What does that mean..?! I wish you guys could see me again! i’m still here, I promise. I dunno if I can pass on okay knowing you guys might be in danger..!”

The roaring...the Red Eyes was roaring.

“(Y/N)? (Y/N?!” Megan called out to you.

You gasped awake once you felt a hand on your shoulder and almost smacked them. It was your love. They had followed you. You were SO shocked. you didn’t even know how you GOT up there.

“You okay?! I thought you were getting up to go to the bathroom, but you walked right out of the apartment! Come on, let’s go back to bed.” they said, wrapping an arm around your waist.

Sally Face:

Sal got you a glass of milk or some water after the whole ordeal and sat with you on his bed, patting your back.

“You okay, babe? I’ve never seen you sleepwalk before.” he said...he put the pieces together pretty quick given what HE’S seen. “Was it...Something supernatural?” he asked.

You nodded, your hands shook a little as you tried to drink what he gave you.

“Are you okay to tell me about it or do you wanna just go back to bed?” he asked you, hugging you with one arm. He let Gizmo onto your lap so you can pet the kitty for comfort.

If you decide to tell him, he makes sure to take it all down in his notebook to see what they mean and to see if the ghosts are trying to warn them of something. He may consider asking you to try and sleep if that’s how they can communicate and you will sometimes pick up on that. It doesn’t happen as often as you guys would like it to, but the few times it does, it’s helpful.

If not, he’ll 100% understand if it was too much for you to handle and he’ll drop it completely no matter how curious he is. He’s been in that situation where he was asked what happened to his face.

Regardless, he’ll hold you and kiss your head and try his best to calm you down. He’ll even try to sing you something his Mom would sing to him when he was younger when he was sad to try cheer you up. He lets you sleep against him and probably spends most of the night watching over you.

Larry:

He kinda wants to ask his Mom to see if you’re okay, but doesn’t wake her like a good son, so he kinda just sits you on the couch for a moment to calm you down. He grabs some snacks for you two and brings them and you of course back to his room just in case you guys wake his Mom.

You both eat some food and listen to his radio a bit (Low volume of course) to make you feel better until you calm down fully.

“How you feelin, babe?” he asks. He tries to make light of it by joking a little. “You know, I’ve always heard of people sleepwalking, but I didn’t think I’d ever see it for real. Let alone that person bein my girlfriend/boyfriend/(Nickname).” he chuckles a bit. Even if you smiled or laughed a little, he’d feel a little bad and softly holds you on his lap to keep you as close as possible.“Listen...you don’t gotta tell me anythin if you don’t want to. Just know that I wanna take the very best care of ya, alright? I love you so much and I’ll kick even a GHOST’S ass if they wanna mess with you in your sleep?”

If you decide to tell him you pose the question “Even Megan when she wants to warn us..?” and that leads you to tell him everything. He takes all this in and nods. He strokes your cheek and kisses your head.

“Okay...here’s what’s gonna happen. I’ll tell Sal about this and we can do some investigating round the apartments for any other signs. You can join us if you want, I won’t force you to stay or come. I just hope next time Meg aims that at someone that ain’t you. I know she meant well, but it seriously freaked you out just now.”

If you decides not to, you kiss him softly and say “Thanks, Lar-bear~” playfully. He laughs softly “Hey, you hear my Mom call me that ONE time and you take every chance to teas me with it!” He’d tickle you if you laughing wasn’t at risk of waking his Mom.

He kinda lays on you and tries to wrap his arms and legs around you to protect you in his sleep.

Ashley:

She probably hugs you the most out of all of them. She brings you back to bed and wraps you both in blankets. Since she was staying the night, she looked through her bag to see what activities she brought along. She told you to just doodle something or even play a game of Hangman for a bit. She also shows you some of her Polaroids she took. If all else fails, she breaks out the Gearboy. Sally inspired her to get one herself, so you two took turns playing a game on it til you calmed down.

“You okay? I’m sorry I didn’t wake you sooner. I honestly...wanted to see where you would go. That’s really crappy of me isn’t it? I’m SO sorry! I guess I just...wanted to make sure you weren’t doing anything dangerous.” she said.

You re-assure her, stating you would have done the same thing (Whether it’s true or not).

If you decide to tell Ashley, she’ll pet your head as you tell her. Same with Larry, she invites you to join in only if you want to, promising she’ll tell Sal and the others in case something is up.She doesn’t get to planning on it right away like Sal and Larry would. Her focus is just on making you feel better.

If not, she gets it and is pretty quick to move on. Your well being is her priority.

She holds you close and kisses your head, playing with your hair and just showering you in affection until you fall back asleep.

Ash keeps pretty close to you afterwards, asking to sleep at your place more often and if she can’t, she texts you before you sleep and in the morning before school. She just wants to make sure her baby is looked after.

Travis:

Kinda like Ashley, he followed you before he woke you up. He was worried when you just GOT out of bed and walked. He was kind of jealous you lived in the same building as Sal and Larry and wanted to make sure you weren’t popping in to see them.

He was relieved to see you weren’t, but even MORE concerned, you went to the floor that was meant to be condemned. Once he snapped you out of it, he brought you to your flat again and just kinda sat with you on the couch.

He made you some iced tea (Cus why not?) and sat beside you.

“Hey, hey...You alright?” he asked, calming you down a bit be stroking your hair and back softly. He was kinda awkward. He wasn’t sure if this WAS something paranormal, considering his Dad lead The Devourers of God, he was kinda worried what caused it might have been because you knew him. But if it was regular sleep walking, it concerned him even more

If you decide to tell him, his heart sinks a bit, but he tries convincing you it was just a bad dream, mostly because he hopes it’ll in some way protect you from his father’s cult. You probably tell Sally Face without him because Megan DID mention him, so it’s only fair.

If you don’t tell him...he’s PROBABLY going to bother you about it until you do, but that’s just because he’s really worried about you, is all.

He wraps you in blankets and holds you on his lap like Larry. He gets pretty clingy of you after that dream. You’re never really sure why, but he sneaks away from home sometimes to check on you. His Dad isn’t happy about it, but to him it’s worth it.

#sally face #sally face imagines #sal fisher #larry johnson #ashley campbell #travis phelps

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taetaesbaebaepsae · 5 years

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Monsta X as FWB

Summary: Monsta X as FWB Anon Request

A/N: Finally writing about these grown ass smokeshows...I am so fucking thirsty. I really struggled writing Changkyun (my bias) because I’m so in love it hurts I’m so sick of him

Warnings: Smut and s o f t b o i s

Word Count: 2657

Hyunwoo (Shownu)

He would be SO BAD at not catching feelings

You smile at him one time and he’s in love he couldn’t handle a fwb arrangement

The only way he’d even do it is if he really liked you but was afraid you didn’t want to commit

He’s really that bitch who’s like “if i dick her down real good maybe she’ll love me”

He might be right tho

If you ever take a shower at his place you won’t exactly be getting clean

In fact any time you show any amount of skin he’ll be all blushy and handsy

Def shy and hesitant until he gets comfortable with you

After he does it’s on, though, he’ll never wear a shirt if he doesn’t have to and you’ll be constantly thirsty

He’s the best at eating you out don’t @me

He doesn’t know how smoking hot he is so he’d be so proud when he made you flustered or made you come real hard

Not very vocal in bed but he’s got a low pitched whine when he’s close that sends you over the edge

Won’t dirty talk and will blush if you do but he’ll love it

If he’s horny he’ll send you a text like “hey” that’s it

Bad at sexting he’ll just send you pics and you know what a picture is worth 1000 words

Does that low-key possessive thing in public where he’ll lead you with his hand at the small of your back

Otherwise not very affectionate in public though, he’s worried you’ll reject him if he tries to hold your hand and he’s f r a g i l e

Smiling and lots of affection from this big teddy bear

Likes to take care of you, he’ll tear your ass up and then clean your apartment while you sleep and wake you up with takeout and a movie

He is never not buying you food it’s his way to say he loves you ok epitome of “how many food until date”

He will bruise you a lot by accident and feel so bad about it, kiss every one with an apologetic smile

Is it that he doesn’t know how strong he is or that he wants every guy around to know you’re his? Little from column a, little from column b

Please don’t let it slip if you’re seeing anyone else he will break your heart he’ll be so sad

Not even salty just will be a whole kicked puppy dog

Will dick you down hard after you tell him and then apologize and be the softest cuddly baby, won’t want to let you leave afterwards

Depending on how comfortable he is, he’ll either avoid you or be totally honest

Not in person though you’ll get a lot of emo texts he’s too shy to tell you

Your phone will be dinging as you walk out his door, tbh

“I don’t like this” “come back let’s talk”

But then when you do talk again he barely says anything just holding your hand and caressing your palm with his thumb

He’s likely to end the arrangement if he thinks you won’t choose him

He’ll be so sweet and apologetic tho he’ll say “I’m sorry but I’m just not built for this. I want you all to myself.”

You WILL choose him I mean it’s a no brainer, really

Minhyuk

So you’ve chosen Lee Minhyuk as your fwb, huh? Good luck not falling in love, sis

He’s so. Much. Fun

He’ll wanna take you to amusement parks and carnivals and finger you on the Ferris Wheel

He’ll try and make you fall apart while at the dinner table with his hand under your skirt with the most innocent smile on his face

He’s down for anything in bed and he is a switch for sure

Loud AF when you tease him such whiny moans

If you spend a couple days with him y'all won’t get anything done because you’ll be trying to get dressed and he’s taking your clothes right back off

Doesn’t give a fuck if you leave marks and will be offended if you complain about him leaving them

He won’t get very salty if you have other partners but he’ll be competitive and try to occupy all your attention and be real extra in bed

You’ll probably catch feelings before he does he’s so talkative and fun you’ll get to know him fast and start to love all his little quirks

If you tell him he’ll be sweet about it and just be like “shit ok let’s try it’

If he catches feelings on the other hand and you’re not very perceptive, you’ll never know

He’ll get real weird, v quiet and sulky like he’d hate catching feelings and not know if you did or not

Would try to find out what you thought v obviously like "hey so if we did date how do you think it’s go?”

Will wait for you to ask him out even if he liked you first

Kihyun

Would be hesitant about an fwb arrangement bc he’s highkey salty when he doesn’t get his way

Would probably wanna cuff any meaningful sexual partner bc he’s territorial so you might worry it’s because of that and not because he actually likes you

Very respectful about things like consent would never fuck you while you were at all inebriated (like even two glasses of wine) even if you begged

Quiet with you in public he wouldn’t want to go out a lot because too much social interaction drains him

He’d be the type to be seeing other people but not wanting you to smh

But he’d feel bad about it and know it was dumb

He’d be really honest with you even to the point of hurting your feelings but if he wasn’t sure how he felt about you he’d just keep quiet

So much salt and shade thrown if you’re seeing someone else will get pressed if you so much as mention the other guy’s name while you’re with him

“Hey, this is my time, right? Focus on me.”

Rough in bed and a smirky little shit, knows he’s good

A whole dom he’d like you submissive but bratty

Loves to bark orders and dirty talk in foreplay but will be quiet during the act, low grunts

He’ll buy you lingerie almost be a low-key sugar daddy, really, you’ll mention a purse you like and find it shipped to your house

If he caught feelings he’d tell you immediately and force you to make a choice he won’t wait around for you to decide

If you caught feelings and he wasn’t ready he’d avoid you for a while but expect you to be ready to talk about it when he calls you a week later outta nowhere

Hoseok (Wonho)

This boy is all talk

He’d flirt like mad, tease you in public, hands all over you

When he got you alone he’d be a little shy and s o f t tho

Would be eager to try an fwb arrangement because he wants to think he’s a fuck boy

Spoiler alert: he is N O T

He’s almost worse than Shownu about catching feelings

Big showoff in bed after the second or third time

Likes to manhandle you

Highkey has a praise kink so it drives him crazy when you tell him how good he’s fucking you

Loud whiny moans, lots of dirty talk but he’s shy right after he comes and uber affectionate

Will sext you constantly

Wants to meet up every damn day

He’s rough in bed at first, pulling your hair, smacking your ass

When he catches feelings tho every once in a while he’ll go all sweet and slow

If he starts going down on you a lot you’re in trouble sis he’s in his feelings

He’s only a dom until he loves you then he’ll switch whenever you want

He will never not cuddle you after sex either way this man would stroke a one night stand’s hair for three hours after sex

Will mark and bruise you everywhere and be proud of it

He’d be pouty if you wore something to cover his bite marks and hickeys

Speaking of pouty just please like don’t let him find out you got another man

Your life is now constant d r a m a

Would follow you around at bars, salty af if he saw you dancing with someone else

Will make a whole scene

Tug you away into the hallway and if he’s drunk he might be crying

You’ll have to take him home and comfort him smh

Wears his heart on his sleeve so he’ll tell you he loves you like 2 weeks after y'all start fucking

His mom knows about you by week 3, ok, he’s a whole mess

Will cry about you to his friends, Shownu won’t like you bc Hoseok is listening to sad music and coming in his room at 3am being a emo baby

If you end the arrangement you’ll have to block his number he’ll be such a mess

Will lie and promise never to get salty about you seeing someone else if you just come back

He’s real cute if you like him back though, eager puppy and will make you know you’ve made the right choice by not letting you out of his bed for a full two days

Hyungwon

Would probably be among the best at not catching feelings

He can’t be bothered to fall in love tbh

He might if you really understood him, though, like if you’d nap with him midday and talk to him about nothing for hours

You’d only be meeting up twice a week for sex he’s not that pressed

He knows he’s pretty and you are too and it works for him but it’s not that serious at first

Will not give a fuck if you’re seeing someone else but he won’t be bc he’s too lazy to maintain more than one arrangement

He would get a little salty if you cancelled a meeting with him for someone else though how dare you

He isn’t a sub but he likes you to do all the work in bed if you’re down, likes to see you riding him

Not rough at all

Quiet in bed, just short breaths

He may just call you over for a blowjob tbh

You’ll know he likes you if he goes down on you

Like he always will get you off but if he’s taking extra time he’s got it bad

Not rough in bed, almost romantic sometimes so that might get you in your feelings even though it’s just how he is

If you catch feelings first and try a dramatic confession and he doesn’t feel the same way he’ll ghost you

If he does like you he’ll call you sometimes just to talk when he can’t fall asleep

Won’t exactly tell you if he catches feelings you’ll just go out somewhere like to get breakfast and he’ll run into a friend and he’ll introduce you as his girlfriend

So anyway you’re dating now

Jooheon

Another “try not to fall in love” challenge

He’d suggest an arrangement just to make you blush and he shocked when you said yes

A real giver in bed, loves to eat you out and won’t even ask you to reciprocate but will be very grateful if you do

He’s so loud, wake the neighbors loud but his dirty talk is low key sweet

Also has a praise kink of sorts but likes to give rather than receive

Will fuck your brains out while singing your praises, “Look at you, baby, you’re so beautiful like this.”

He’d love to take you out, fancy dinners sometimes, would just kind of act like you’re his girlfriend even if it were casual

Will actually be your friend you can call him in the middle of the night crying and he’ll drop everything to help

Y'all will go to karaoke and shit he’s really like your bff who also dicks you down

If he wants to see someone else he’ll talk to you about it first and if you’re even a little uncomfortable, he won’t

He won’t be too salty if you see someone else but will be pouty and needy the next time you see him

Lots of cuddles and his dimpled smile

If you catch feelings it’ll make him catch feelings he’ll look at you in a whole new light

If he catches feelings he’ll just tell you

The second he realizes it he’ll deadass stick his head in the shower when you’re in there

“So hey I like you, let’s date, yeah?- why are you screaming it’s just me”

Changkyun (I.M)

He’s the most likely to be a whole fuck boy

He’s also probably the best in bed and he knows it

He’s a cocky little shit, knows how to make you tremble with a look and a slow wink

Will be your friend first and your sex partner second, if you’re upset or in a bad mood he’ll talk you down and make you feel better before even thinking of touching you sexually

Most blunt

“wya I’m horny come through”

Will talk to you about everything and nothing your pillow talk might be the best thing about your arrangement

Otherwise he won’t take you out much though he’s somewhat shy in public

Low groans and deep growls in bed

Absolute master of words in Korean or English lord help you if he dirty talks in bed p h e w

He won’t sext you much bc his deep ass voice is what makes your legs shake and he knows it

All about the foreplay wants to make you beg him to fuck you but he doesn’t last long because it gets him just as worked up

Rough in bed, sweet aftercare

Likes to wash your hair in the shower and shit

Makes you laugh a lot will send you memes when you’re having a bad day

Won’t initiate cuddling but loves it when you do and pulls you to against him

He will definitely be salty if you’re seeing someone else even if he is too but it’ll be quiet salty

If it’s in public he’ll just seduce you away from the other guy

“You like me better anyway, right honey?” Deep voice right against your ear as he ushers you into the cab and he’s all smirks when you let him up your skirt on the ride home

You WILL catch feelings even if you’re the most jaded bitch alive if you spend enough time with him

If you’re the type to run from feelings he will chase you

You’ll be talking to him after sex and he’ll give you that sweet smile when he shows his low-key dimples and your chest starts hurting and you’re like “I gtg”

He will follow you out the door fr

Blow your phone up

Even if he isn’t sure how you feel about him or he feels about he’ll want to make sure you’re ok

Would never ghost you even if you ended things

Would be the type to have a long conversation with you about your feelings

If he fell for you though you’d have to pin him down and talk about it he’d stop calling you as much and try to avoid talking about it

If you tease him about it he’d groan and almost get mad

“You loooove me”

“Shut up you’re dumb ion even like you”

Compliments you when you look nice but it’s lowkey

“Your hair looks good like that” or “your legs are nice you should wear skirts more often”

Suggests you to get serious very casually

“So you’re my girlfriend now, okay? Where do you wanna eat and if you say you don’t care I swear to God”

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softyshibu · 5 years

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Showdown bandit OC: Ghost Bandit (Long Post)

So I have an SB OC (I have a few actually but we're gonna start with this one) and he goes by the name of Ghost.

Ghost is yet another Bandit roaming around showdown valley but not quite as often as many others.

If there is one thing to know about him it's that there will frequently be days you may not ever see him around but he definitely will always see you. Just like a g h o s t would.

The Ghost bandit may not always be around in showdown valley but when he is it's usually because a terrible threat is on the rise or just because he low-key enjoys watching the Bandit do stupid stuff as an attempt to impress him and than get in trouble for it afterwards.

He is a man of little words but speaks whenever he feels is necessary especially When the faceless bandit is present trying to bring havoc across showdown valley or trying to harm the bandit for whatever reason only he and the puppet master knows.

Despite his intimidating features and straight forwardness he's actually quite friendly and a giant softy when around puppets he's comfortable with and have befriended.

Surprisingly ghost wasn't always the ghost bandit, he actually went by Reid (his real name) and he was your average townfolk with an actual occupation in showdown valley, he was a piano player. He wore a bowler hat to go over his head full of fluffy pulled back hair,a nice little bow-tie to go with his tucked in black vest and Striped red velvet long sleeved banded shirt along with Burgundy pants and boots that came up over the knee, and one gold earring in his left ear (hm not much has changed). He took pride in his profession and was always ready to play a tune for anyone who would listen.

He spent most of his days at the saloon quietly sat in front of a beautiful themola london pianola practically living in his own world as he played a lovely tune. He also had a frequent little visitor who loved to come watch him play and she went by the name of Belle, Belle was a small shy youngin puppet who'd sneak into the saloon just to watch him play. At first she used to hide or run whenever he would finish a song but after many gentle pleads and friendly gestures she eventually warmed up to him. Now all would seem well for Reid at this time he had a wonderful small friend and loved the part he played even if it was rather minor. His life was perfect, well, it would had been anyway until one late night at the saloon would change everything.

It was closing time when a gang of no good ruffians attempted to rob the place . Reid had stayed to finish up cleaning tables for the bartender with Belle not too far behind him when they heard the saloon doors being kicked open.

Three masked Robbers ran in and demanded for everything that was in the cash register. They threaten the two with guns, knives, and molotov bombs. Belle was terrified and clinged tightly to Reid who was not phased at all by their taunts. As a warning he would politely yet sternly ask them to leave and when they refused to he'd escort them out himself.

Though Reid may had been a quiet puppet that keeps to himself, he was no one you would want to be on the bad side of. He did have a particular weapon on him at all times that he never used for any malicious reason but only if it was really necessary and it was a weapon that not one puppet with strings would want to go up against.

Reid had a whip but not just any whip, it was quite a special one. It had a powerful Aura that surrounded it and with just one lash from It the person in its path strings would be stunned and covered in the whips purple ghost-like aura making it were all movement from it's host obsolete immediately giving Reid the ability to take complete control over them or to put it short, it allowed him to be their temporary puppet master. Though only for but so long

(it tends to take a lot of energy out of him. ).

So when the thieves refused to leave when uponed being warned to, reid took out his whip and with little hesitation thrashed at each of their strings. One of them seemed to have put up a bit of a fight after realizing what had taken place. But his squirming was useless.

Though as reid began to forcibly “walk” them out the door one of the goons had just enough strength to throw a molotov bomb towards whatever direction they could which happened to be were little Belle was standing. Her screams would fill reids ears breaking his concentration and causing him to release the thieves, she wasn't hurt but the fire began to rapidly spread around her and then eventually all through out the saloon, the moment the Robbers were let go they began to throw more bombs around the place and stole what they could .

As things turned for the worse Reid refused to panic and tried to focus on getting Belle away from the fire and into safety. Though when he tried to reach out for her he could feel a set of hands on him pulling him back. It was the unwanted guest who were not quite thrilled by the string pulling act he had committed just then and apparently they were feeling pretty brave to show him just how they felt about it .

They dragged him out of the saloon their voices loud as they taunted him with all the things they wanted to do to him.

Unfortunately for them Reid bearly paid them any mind he was currently in hysterics and squirming to get out of their grasp so he could hurry back for Belle who was still trapped behind the flames in the soon to be crumbling saloon. Though no matter how much he struggled he didn't have enough energy to fight them off.

He was weakened by the string hypnosis (controlling three puppets at once took a lot out of him).

Belle continued to cry out for him as the flames risen higher leaving Reid to feel helpless as he sadly watched until he couldn't hear her anymore.

Once they were outside Reid was thrown to the ground and was searched him for the supposed whip, aware of what it could do the crooks wanted to use it for their own needs but it would seemed to have “vanished” leaving them all quite puzzled.

Reid would then begin to try to pick himself up but the ruthless puppets took notice of this chuckling to themselves and began to kick him, landing hard vicious blows to his stomach,back, and face. One of them kicked so hard their foot made a hole on the right side of his face completely shattering his right eye and brow which achieved a weakened yelp out of him.

Finally once they all felt like they've gotten most of their anger out and done enough physical damage, one of them would take out a knife and began to cut his strings

one .

By.

One.

When they had finished their little “fun” they began to tease Reid again by telling him:

“if ya had just given us what we wanted things could have ended differently”

“hope your little friends life was worth the risk”

which ate him up but he was so emotionally drained he bearly showed it.

A gust of wind would then blow into the area quickly silencing the three thieves just enough for them to hear the sound of something thumping onto the ground in a slow repetitive pattern along with foot steps coming from out of the darkness.

One of the thieves whipped out their gun and demand to know who was there and when he saw just who it was his eyes widened and he begin to back up slowly.

It was the faceless bandit.

The other two picked up on their friends sudden changed demeanor and also whipped out their guns (shakily) even though by now everyone knows guns have little to no effect on him.

The faceless bandit would get closer and closer though before he could do anything to them the three masked puppets ran off as quickly as they could.

The tall smudged face puppet would watch them then look down when he heard the disheveled puppet the three left behind breathing hitch a little.

He'd kneel down to the now shivering puppets level and tilt his head when the pianist began to softly cry.

Everything was hitting him hard. He realized he had lost everything just in that moment.

The one place he worked and enjoyed to be at everyday was now in a blaze (the bartender will certainly be royally pissed), his one true friend had perished there and he blamed himself harshly for it, He was beaten senselessly and had his strings cut unwillingly and

Now to top it all off he was face to face with the faceless bandit himself who was surely going to kill him and you know what? He was okay with it. He has nothing to go on for so just might as well be dismembered and be used for spare parts right? Sounds like a decent way to let it all end.

But in reality death never really came.

Instead with out a word the Faceless bandit

Would hoist him up and take him some place not to kill em and maybe eat em or something but

to “F i x” him.

In some old room where extra items were stored,

the Faceless bandit would provided Reid a coat,scarf, a new vest, and a hat for his now messy head.

Reid was confused. Why exactly was he of all people doing this?

When he finally built up the courage to ask him why the faceless bandit stayed quiet until they were finished.

When reid was dressed he felt and looked like a whole new person. He was no longer the quiet pianist that sat in the corner of a saloon losing himself in a tune.

He was.

He was someone else.

“you have a new purpose now. ”

He'd hear the faceless bandit finally say. He'd turn to face him his now one eye wide.

“I'm not gonna lie to you.

I've been there by that saloon for a moment, when I heard commotion I just had to see what the bustle was about and I'm glad that I did. I saw what you did back there with your fancy little whip, it's quite special i'll admit. I was impressed.”

Reid blushed and looked away from him. He didn't know what exactly to say to this. Especially that it was coming from the faceless bandit himself.

“I didn't want to get in the middle of anything though so I waited until they brought you out and oh boy, I didn't expect to watch ya get yer ass handed to”

Faceless chuckled which caused Reid to frown and wince, all this time he's been there watching from the shadows but then again he shouldn't be too shocked about it.

It was the faceless bandit after all.

“what do you want from me.”

he'd ask the distorted bandit carefully to not sound blunt. The faceless bandit walked up to him and placed a finger under his chin then lifted his face to meet his own.

“ You have a gift my dear friend, a gift that goes beyond anything that anyone in this damn town can even fathom and you're letting it waste away.”

the faceless bandit stepped back from him.

“So you have a choice. you can stick with me and I can show you what it's like to have great power over those who have wronged you, or.. you can leave from here and I don't know... get lost and probably get eaten by a stringless or some shit. You know. etc, etc,....”

The weary tense pianist was hesitant at the two offers but eventually gave in and agreed to stay by the tattered bandits side.

It's been a long day, he was heart broken and his whole life was taken away from him and the last thing he needed was more trouble.

Days, weeks to months would go by and things in the small town would suffer a massive shift, all around the valley many would be afraid of the faceless bandit and his unknown new acquaintance.

For awhile walking about was almost a death wish, there were so many stringed and stringless victims that never saw the light of day when they walked into the two puppets path. Whether it was an accident or not.

Though most of the victims (that weren't stringless) untimely demise would be in the faceless bandits hands because his red head partner could never bring himself to hurt anyone but he'd control their strings whenever faceless ask-no- demanded him to.

But his unwillingness would eventually be put to the test.

One night the faceless bandit would take Reid to a special “meet and greet”

To his surprise faceless had taken him back to the saloon.

It was charred and abandoned now but had an unkind presence.

The red head puppet could feel memories faintly flooding him as he stood at the porch of the place but would be snapped out of his daze abruptly when he heard a noise and shift his eye to faceless who'd smile and beckon him to follow as he disappeared inside.

Hesitantly, Reid would slowly walk across the old porch receiving creaks as a response before entering the saloon.

When he was inside his eye widen and he froze in place.

Next to faceless a few candles were lit across the old bar and front of the bar sat right next to the scared faced puppet was another puppet who was tied to a chair and had a bag over his head.

The faceless bandit would then yank the bag off the tied down puppets head revealing that it was one of the thieves that was the very reason for the former pianists current state and the loss of the one he held dearly.

He was at a lost for words.

“I couldn't get em all but I got one as you can see here,”

The facelsss bandit would say With a low chuckle as he patted the shakened up puppets shoulder harshly.

“now it's your chance speckles. Show em how you feel about what they did to you that night, show how you feel when they took little belle from ya with no mercy! ”

Reid looked at faceless then turned his gaze to the frighten puppet who would then begin to beg for mercy when Reid slowly pulled out his whip from behind his back and cracked it against the wind, its Aura beginning to loom around it and him.

He walked up to the pleading puppet then leaned in close to them, his eye glowing and flickering a purple hue.

The very puppet that had robbed the saloon in past had started to tremble, not so tough anymore are we?

Without breaking eye contact, Reid rose his free hand above his perpetrators head and took hold of one his strings and proceeded to yank on it.

Then he yanked harder and harder until the tied down puppet yelled out for him to stop.

“stop? Why should I? I asked for you and your friends to leave but did you? ”

The puppet remained quiet.

“I didn't think so. ”

Reid stood up straight and then slowly took hold of all the strings which gained him a pitiful whimper. Faceless, still present and rather quiet watched in amusement and was awfully curious to see where this was going.

“all you and your little “gang” had to do was leave was that all too much to ask? I didn't ask for any of this shit! I could still have a place! and Belle!... Belle would still be safe... ”

He began to pull down on the strings harshly making the so called goon squeeze his eyes shut waiting to hear them come undone.

But they never did.

Reid let go of his strings then began to untie him.

The stringed doll was gravely confused by this action and apparently so was Faceless.

Reid threw the rope to the side then winced at his surprised unharmed victim.

“you listen to me, I want you to get out of here and gather your little “buddies” and when you do I want you all to go far, far away from this place. Because If I see you or any of them around here in showdown valley.

I Won't be as merciful. ”

The puppet quickly nodded then scrambled out of the saloon when Reid stepped aside. Faceless walked up to his freckled partner with his arm crossed and scoffed.

“tell me speckles.. why did you let him go free? After all he and his brainless bunch did you STILL show mercy. Why is that? ”

Reid looked at faceless then back at the saloon door way.

“oh, believe me I wanted to but what good would it have done me? It wouldn't make things go back to the way they were and it certainly wouldn't bring belle back... I'd be no better then them. ”

With that being said Reid began to walk towards the doors but then paused once he was in front of them.

“you know. I don't think this thing we have going is working out, I think it's best we go our separate ways... wouldn't you agree?”

The Faceless bandit was abit stunned but then let out another scoff and nodded slightly.

“I suppose speckles. I won't stop ya. ”

Reid gave a bit of a smirk and tipped has hat to him before vanishing behind the saloon doors.

From that point onward reid was on his own, he decided he would aid those in need whenever they were in potential danger and when all was fine he'd remain hidden.

he'd also eventually pick up a new name. He felt that his own name was off putting and represented something (and someone) he was no longer.

So after years of fighting off araknits, grieves, and stringless without ever being seen he'd officially (and rather quickly when asked upon who he was by the showdown bandit himself)go under the nickname :

The Ghost Bandit.

((Note: whew! This was a long post but you made it to the end so you must feel special. I'm Sorry for the lack of post, lately school has been pretty rough right now due to the semester coming to a close but in the future I promise to post more and answer all your lovely ask!))

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