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secret-rendezvous1d · 3 years

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“you did what?”

hello, hi!

surprise, i guess? haha. i’m struggling to sleep so i’m letting my imagination run a little wild on google docs and i gained a little inspiration from an episode i’ve just watched of criminal minds and this came out. a little fluff in the workplace. a huge contrast to the previously posted story, full of smut, which you will find linked here.

like, reblog and send in some feedback, please. it’s greatly appreciated and it helps me work out what you want to see and what you are after. if you want something specific then do let me know! i’d love to try and write something for you.

thank you. enjoy.

“you did what?” spencer reid x female reader (reader insert imagine) word count; 1.5k

* if you haven’t watched criminal minds then this does contain some spoilers to the show that you may want to dodge if you are thinking of starting the series up. *

summary; when the bau arrive home from a case, spencer has something exciting to tell yn.

As soon as YN had gotten word of the jet touching ground, the time around her seemed to slow down.

All she wanted was to see her boyfriend after a long day of doing nothing around the office. Having been injured in the field during their last case, with a gunshot wound to her right shoulder, YN had been given strict orders to stay away from any activity until her arm had almost completely healed. Hotch made sure she wasn’t placed actively on a case, using the help of Garcia to keep her grounded in Virginia whilst they flew across the borders, making it clear that she would still be on some use when she wasn’t with them in person. Something Spencer could agree one and was adamant that she followed orders because, even though they were vulnerable to any kind of violence and injury when working a case with a dangerous unknown subject and there was always a likelihood of getting seriously injured or caught in a predicament that caused onsight panic, it scared him to see her get hit in a crossfire. If he had it his way, he’d have requested that they both took their holiday leave so he could help her back to health at home - but he knew, deep down, it wasn’t necessary.

The ding of the elevator was enough to calm the butterflies in her belly.

Morgan was the first to leave the confined space and gave YN a side-hug, being careful not to jolt her arm with his sudden movement, before he rushed away and disappeared round the corner. Hotch gave her warming and welcoming smile and a subtle nod, which she returned in his favour, and she watched him walk into the unit whilst undoing the button of his sui jacket and carrying his briefcase in his free hand. Blake had given her uninjured shoulder a squeeze on the way passed with a knowing look in her eye, a twitch in her eyebrow directed behind her and had YN looking at the elevator. JJ and Spencer were the last to leave the elevator, deep in a conversation with Rossi, that YN could only work out was his time in the marines from the way he was talking to passionately.

“Hey, you. You’ll never guess what your boy wonder did today,” JJ grinned, squeezing YN into a gentle hug before releasing her, allowing Rossi to come along and show his appreciation of his welcome by squeezing her elbows. Squeezing one a little softer than the other to not add injury to an existing one, “genius here delivered a baby.”

And with that, the two of them had left Spencer and her alone in the hallway.

“You did what?”

YN stood stunned in her place, barely able to move any part of her body nor close her mouth that had gawped open in surprise, watching and feeling him step closer to her. His tattered trainers squeaking on the tiled floor beneath him with each step he took in her direction, his eyes never leaving the sling that her arm had been tucked into for the last few days, guilt sinking to the bottom of his gut because he probably could have prevented her from being in the pain she was in by simply following her when she disappeared to check a room and spooked the unsub who had been hiding. His body stopped before her, almost awkwardly and like they hadn’t been dating for almost 6 years, almost like they were new to a workplace romance and didn’t want anyone to see them so soft towards each other.

“Yeah, I- uh,” he blushed softly and rubbed the back of his neck nervously, something YN had found out to be one of the tics that showed up when he felt a little under pressure and anxious over a situation, “I delivered a baby.”

“You- you helped a woman give birth? In the field? A baby?”

YN had a million questions running through her mind; how the hell did he end up in a situation where he had to help a victim give birth to a baby? How was it safe enough for a woman to be giving birth if she was surrounded by police cars and police units and weapons all around with a dangerous unsub so close to the scene? Why did he decide he was the best one in the team to become a temporary midwife for the moment? When did he learn so much about labour and delivery?

She wished she had been there to watch as Spencer took control of the situation whilst keeping everyone in and around the scene calm and collected, a slight sense of panic in every word he spoke and every action he played, his mind tunnel-visioned on making sure the baby came out healthy and crying for the touch of its warm and nurturing mother. His calming tone being of good use, letting his hand go through the abuse of a woman taking her pain out on squeezing through her contractions, not letting anything get too out of control so that the baby was born into a room that had only, minutes before, been a scene that no baby should have been brought into.

“Yeah, yeah. I, uh, I helped a woman give birth to a baby out in the field,” he repeated, his arm falling down to his side, the leather strap of his go-bag slipping down to his elbow, something he corrected and hoisting it back up onto his shoulder, slipping it over his neck to keep it in a more secure place around his body, “something my eidetic memory will had trouble forgetting.”

YN snorted and rolled her eyes, stepping forward and wrapping her free arm around his waist, welcoming him home with a warm hug and a little intimacy that had gone missing over the last few days; he’d been on a case and YN had been the one left behind to work alongside Garcia on the computers, for obvious reasons. A time she took advantage of and used to complete files with deadlines she had missed because they piled up on the corner of her desk and almost towered her standing figure, that she couldn’t do as quickly as she could with two working arms.

“I read a lot of books about labour and delivery when JJ was pregnant with Henry. You know, just in case she went into labour somewhere where we couldn’t get her to a hospital in time. We needed someone on the team who knew what they were doing so she was doing it correctly,” he explained, arms tight around her waist and a kiss pressed to her forehead after he had concluded his sentence, inhaling the scent of her hair that hadn’t been used with the shampoo that held her usual scent - it was his shampoo and he’d know that scent anywhere and every now and then, keeping it hidden from Spencer, she liked to used his soap and his shampoo to smell like him because she missed his presence around her. “I’d like to think I’d get a job as a midwife almost instantly now. I have experience.”

“At least we’ll be prepared if we ever had to go through it personally,” she hummed, looking up at him and resting her chin upon his chest, his neck craning back so he could press a kiss to her lips and shake his head with a smile. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion though so she was unsure of how he truly felt on the subject of having children. Her fingers dug underneath the hem of his buttoned shirt, fingertips touching the naked skin of his hip, forefinger drawing circles into the soft flesh beneath, “what? We might have a baby and the story of daddy delivering them would definitely be one to tell at Christmas time when they’re all-.”

“We will,” he interrupted, squeezing her hips before releasing her body from his hold, “we will have a baby. I’m not even going to doubt that.”

Not yet, of course.

They had perfect jobs that they loved to be actively involved in, they had a life they were enjoying as just the two of them, they had an single-bed apartment that didn’t feel like a good fit for raising a baby, and they didn’t feel they had enough life experience to even think about trying for a baby. They may have been dating for six years but, in the last two, they’d only just learnt to live with one another, figuratively and literally.

“A baby?” Garcia gasped loudly from behind the two of them, a shocked yet excited expression written all across her face, coffee dribbling down the side of her coffee mug and droplets landing on the floor beside her feet, dressed in the brightest pair of pink high heels she could find in her wardrobe. “Are you guys-”

“No,” YN blurted out, and turned around at her sudden presence, shaking her head quickly with a giggle, “no, we’re not pregnant. Garcia, we’re not.”

“Damn it,” she frowned, her body sinking closer to the floor in dismay, “I was hoping for a new godchild to spoil.”

“One day,” Spencer smiled, dipping his head down and hiding the smile within the fuzz of YN’s air that had become a little messy over the stress of the day, “one day, Garcia. One day.”

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radramblog · 3 years

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Radiohead Retrospective Part 6: I try to sing along but I get it all wrong (‘CAUSE I’M NOT)

I don’t have as much to say about the lead-in to Hail to the Thief, much like I didn’t have much to say about that for Amnesiac. There isn’t as earth-shattering a shift as Kid A, and there isn’t a big story like with The Bends or OK Computer.

Hail to the Thief was (probably) the first batch of music Radiohead recorded after the sessions that produced Kid A/Amnesiac, meaning they had the full breadth of that experience to work with. What we received as a result was somewhat of a fusion of the electronic/jazz-influences of those albums and the rockier stuff of the band’s past.

Now I’ve heard a fair few complaints that this album is too long. That’s probably fair, it’s their longest album, with a total of 14 tracks, meaning it does kinda drag on a bit. Thom Yorke apparently agrees, seeing as he put out an alternative tracklist in ’08 (link) missing four songs. At the same time, I’m going to pull Death of the Author on this one, because as much as I’ve seen people complain that there’s too many songs on this, nobody ever seems to get along with which ones they’d cut- let alone people wanting to pull B-sides in the mix.

But we’re getting ahead of ourselves there, aren’t we? Suppose I should just talk about the fucking album.

We begin this record, like all Radiohead records, with studio chatter. Wait, what the fuck? Yeah, it’s quiet but it’s there. Why not, right?

2+2=5 is a lovely little banger to open on. Unquestionably a rock song, it features a very slow and quiet (and heavily panned) first half before just fucking exploding in the latter half. It genuinely might be the most aggressive track the band has put out, a manic cascade of energy and breathy falsetto that’s genuinely headbangable. It’s also a fun thing to try and read the lyrics for, since the booklet the album comes with gives up for this bit and just goes “eezeepeezee NOT” or something along that line.

Oh yeah, that’s actually something worth bringing up. Neither Kid A nor Amnesiac had lyric booklets, deliberately obscuring the actual words to the songs, to the point where people had pretty wide interpretations of what they actually were. Considering the incompleteness of 2+2=5’s entry in it’s booklet, perhaps similar occurred with that. I’m still unsure if the subtitle of this post is actually the real lyrics.

Most people, I think, read the name of this track and just kind of assume it’s about 1984, the book boomers bring up whenever their freedumbs are impinged upon. And it’s not not about 1984, but there are extremely specific political references as well- Hail to the Thief, title of the album and line in the track, is a quote regarding the U.S. President of the time, George W Bush, who lost the popular vote but won the electoral college- something that sounds awfully familiar to those of us living in 2021. “January has April Showers” similarly refers to the unseasonable weather of Bush’s inauguration.

The last thing I’d like to bring up before we finally move onto the second track is that every single song in this album has a subtitle- for 2+2=5, it’s (The Lukewarm). According to Yorke, it’s a reference to Dante’s Inferno- the Lukewarm being the people around the edge of hell, damned due to their passive indifference- the kind of people the song’s lyric, “you have not been paying attention”, is referring to. I’m literally learning these meanings now, so we’ll see how many are worth bringing up.

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Perhaps fortunately for my word count, Sit Down. Stand Up (yes the full stop/period is part of the title) (that’s not the subtitle) doesn’t have quite as much going on. Though it does have a video, for some reason. It’s a sort of repetitive trance of lyrics set to an electronic percussion, distant piano, and….I don’t know what other instrument is making those light dings. A xylophone? Interestingly, much like 2+2=5, it’s one that builds slowly into a chaotic finish, the raving of that track reflected in the almost cold mania of the raindrops the raindrops the raindrops the raindrops the raindrops……. It’s a decent enough song, but I legitimately cannot imagine listening to it ever outside the context of this album. Which is weird, because I definitely remember doing so when I was younger.

Track 3 is Sail To The Moon, a lullaby or ballad or sorts, a calm after the storm that is the previous track. Quite literally, considering it’s repeated lyric. And also literally, in that it was actually written for Thom’s son at the time. The subtitle, (Brush the Cobwebs Out of the Sky) evokes a very literal interpretation of the song’s title, which doesn’t actually reflect the lyrics.

Sail To The Moon is, as any good lullaby should be, utterly soothing. It’s calm, with Thom’s vocals just drifting across the piano, loose guitar, and percussion like a low tide. This is one of those songs I’ve come around to much more with time, because I distinctly remember skipping this a lot. You’ll find I’ve listened to this album a fair few times, though the section between 2+2=5 and Go To Sleep is one I skipped a fair bit, I think.

Backdrifts is a heavily electronic song that apparently in part predates Kid A and Amnesiac, which is kind of interesting- we’ll see a bit more of that later. As a track, it’s kind of spacy- the synth instrumental feels like something out of an eerie sci-fi film, if you notched the tempo up a bit.

Backdrifts is also the first song where I can see the “too long” argument come in. Not for the album (though I believe it’s one of the ones the alternate tracklist leaves out), but the song itself- I’m not sure this is a song that needs to be the second longest on the album (and only by a second). It’s fine, but considering what it comes off and what follows it, it’s in a bit of an awkward spot.

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Go To Sleep is another one that kinda took me a while to get. I always heard it as being one of the top tracks on the thing, but it never really clicked with me for a while. I suppose I’ve never been massive on purely acoustic-guitar-led affairs? With age, though, I’ve better appreciated the depth the song has. Possibly the folkiest song the band has, it might have taken me getting into R.E.M. to recognize what the song is.

And the song is good!

But unfortunately for Go To Sleep, Where I End and You Begin is my favourite Radiohead track.

Holy shit, this song sounds so fucking sick. That percussion, that bassline, those fucking Ondes Martenot babyyyy. The song is spacey and ethereal, but tied down by the more traditional elements of the instrumentation. The fantastical lyricism tying into very real themes of personal boundaries, how they define how people interact, and how when they fail, things tend to go badly- “There’ll be no more lies, I will eat you alive”. It’s just an absolute fucking track.

I don’t think I can possibly explain why I like this song so much. Opinions and favourites are kind of like that. But it just speaks to me. The hyper-fuzzed out guitar soloing in the bridge, the loneliness of the second verse, it’s just incredible.

Also it possibly references Optimistic with the lyrics which is cool! I also like that song a lot.

The subtitle, (The Sky Is Falling In), is something I’ve not been able to find a reference for regarding it’s meaning, but since I like the song so much, I’m going to do some interpreting. If we assume the song is about boundaries in a relationship, it’s clear that the final lyrics are the utter devastation after those boundaries are breached. But “The Sky Is Falling In” fits better with the third verse, what with the house falling into the sea- the tipping point has broken, the household (or, the house) is in freefall, the sky is falling with it. But that’s just my opinion, man.

Still with me? We’re not even halfway.

We Suck Young Blood can best be described as off-kilter, perhaps even deliberately out of tempo. A very pointed use of handclaps, typically a part of substantially more energetic tracks than the dirge this song presents. I’m sure this isn’t what the song is about, but at face value the lyrics read like some sort of social service run by vampires- give us your young blood, and we’ll make things better for you. In a way, it’s kind of fun, silly even. I suppose the claps help with that. The track is otherwise just, melancholic- slow, piano-y, even the sudden pickup barely lasts- though I always forget it’s there, making it kind of a surprise every time. Like, oh shit, we’re going somewhere for a bit, I need to put my seatbelt back on- ah never mind it’s over (and then the song keeps going for a while).

We come now to The Gloaming, the song that was originally going to be the title track for the album. They changed it, apparently, because it got rejected- too gloomy, apparently. According to Wikipedia, a fair few of the subtitles from the album’s tracks also came from proposed names for the album proper.

The song itself is also pretty gloomy, as it happens. Apparently, it’s literally about the rise of fascism, so fair enough. An electronic track, with many a repetition, feeling uneasy and cold the whole way through (making the subtitle, Softly Open our Mouths in the Cold, pretty apt). It feels almost minimalistic at times, without especially many lines running through it- and without a big crescendo like many to most of these songs have, it feels somewhat lifeless- a deliberate choice, no doubt.

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Oh shit, are we up to There There? We are! God this song fucks. Those opening drums are iconic, not to mention the way it layers onto itself. And the video! Eerie horror at its finest.

Like, I know Where I End and You Begin is my favourite song on this album unquestionably. But there is no doubt in my mind that There There is the best song on the album.

Good enough that I don’t have anything really interesting to say about it? Like many songs on this album, it’s got a big old crescendo, but the build is just so smooth, and the climax is just such a swelling. “We are accidents waiting to happen” is such a powerful lyric, and it’s hardly the only one on the song. A comment I’ve seen about the song describes the guitar as akin to laughter, a mood I can definitely see in the track itself.

Anyway the song ended so I guess I gotta move on.

I Will is kind of an interesting case. It’s unquestionably one of the most emotional songs on the album, considering it was written about a U.S. bombing of a shelter that wiped out 408 innocent people, and that’s fucking horrifying (S.O.P. for the Army it seems). It’s short, and…well it’s not sweet, but it is tragic and haunting.

It’s also a song that went through variation on variation before finally appearing on this album. Early live performances date to 5 whole years before Hail to the Thief, and considering the bombing was in 1991, it was probably written well before then. Versions of this track are kind of everywhere as a result- one early version was eventually chopped up and reproduced into Like Spinning Plates on Amnesiac- reconstructions of the process are available on citizeninsane.eu- or they were, at least, because apparently that site’s embeds relied on Flash.

I do particularly want to highlight the Los Angeles version of the song, which was a b-side on 2+2=5 (and also was on the Com Lag EP), because it’s a fuller version of the track- not necessarily better, but the full band is involved, making it a much different experience.

Track 11, A Punchup At A Wedding, has become somewhat of a meme on the Radiohead subreddit. Mostly it’s a result of the opening lyric, literally “No” 42 times over. The subtitle, for reference, is also all “No”s. On a similarly lighter note, the track is apparently a result of the band stumbling upon just a needlessly scathing review of one of their live shows, making it one of the few Radiohead tracks I could confidently say is about one person in particular. With all the second person, the lyrics probably wouldn’t be out of place on an early Linkin Park track (whether that’s an insult or not, I’ll leave as an exercise to the reader).

The slow, almost marchlike rhythm of the song well suits the tone of the lyrics, and to be clear, the tone is pretty much “Man, what the fuck is wrong with you?” and the emotions that come with being torn down by someone who doesn’t know you or really recognise what they’re doing. I suppose it’s refreshing for the metaphor to be this obvious for once. It’s a pretty decent song, piano-driven like many a song on the album, which means theoretically if I ever relearn the instrument I could play it. Maybe.

Myxomatosis, while a pretty fucked up disease, is an absolutely excellent song. If 2+2=5 is the heaviest rock song on the album, Myxomatosis is the heaviest electronic song on it. The lyricism is incredibly dark, unsettling and violent, suiting the harsh buzzing synth line. They say fuck in this one! And the way the entire song save percussion drops for the key line (I don’t know why I feel so tongue-tied/skinned alive) is so excellent. Interestingly, said line also appears word-for-word in Cuttooth, a B-side from Amnesiac, though the mood is profoundly different.

I suspect the song being named Myxomatosis and being pretty clearly about public perception and fame should give you a hint as to how the band views the media and the world of the rich and famous- the subtitle, (Judge, Jury, & Executioner), certainly adds to that. Thom sounds a mix of hesitant, confused, disgusted, and frustrated on the track, and it works incredibly well.

We’re finally on to the penultimate track, Scatterbrain. And I’m going to be honest, I don’t know what this one’s about. I’m out of patience to figure out what Genius is going on about, though it’s fairly incomplete for this track anyway. It’s relatively simple, for a Radiohead track, and pretty enough, but I can see why people don’t tend to like this one as much. I distinctly remember it being bottom of the list or close to it on a subreddit poll at some point (might have been above We Suck Young Blood, which I don’t agree with).

Scatterbrain kind of just has the problem of being a pretty decent album track, right between two of my favourite songs on the album. Which is awkward as always.

Our final song is A Wolf at the Door, and talk about a closer. Thom has described it as like waking up from a nightmare and finding out reality is worse, which is both relatable and upsetting. The song is grim, with confusing imagery in the verses leading to a desperately emotional chorus about someone’s children being fucking ransomed. Also, a bridge with more Nos than A Punchup at a Wedding, where are your No (x105) memes Reddit, get it fucking together!

The lyrics of the verses in A Wolf at the Door have a swaying flow to them that’s almost rap-like, especially since the falsetto that Thom usually sings in around this time is completely absent from them. This makes it one of the few rap-ish songs I’ve actually tried to perform, and I’d probably be pretty okay if I didn’t keep forgetting bits.

The song is just, frustration (verse 1), desperation (chorus), anger/frustration (verse 2), and back to desperation (chorus) again, which doesn’t quite fit the stages of grief cleanly, but that’s probably fine. The final vocalisation of the song (and thereby the album) feels almost like a sorrowful howl, which makes less sense the more I think about the imagery and intent of the lyrics, so maybe just ignore that actually. There is just so much imagery packed into this track, especially in the second verse, that listing it out is pointless- but it all just clicks so well, into this deluge of frustration and madness carried along by that instrumental that just seems to get lower and lower forever.

Anyway that’s the whole album, isn’t it? I’m going to keep this outro brief, because we’re approaching 3000 words at this point, but I think that fact says it all. There’s a lot of Hail to the Thief, but it never really misses per se. It has less great songs, but no bad ones. I’d argue my own biases probably cloud my judgement, but even if some of the tracks are more forgettable, the highs are so high for me that it easily stands among the band’s best.

Unfortunately, not everyone agrees with me. But that’s fine, this is my opinion, the rest of the world is allowed to be wrong.

A lot of things would happen between Hail to the Thief’s release in 2003 and the followup, In Rainbows, in 2007. But that’s ultimately a story for another day. A week from today, to be precise.

See you then?

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rdmfavcpls · 6 years

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Date Chapter 4 - Horror Animes

Story: Date

Category: Digimon

Pairing: Ami/Arata past Arata/Marippe

Rating: T

Summary: Nokia likes to imagine herself as a matchmaker, thanks to some well-time words, she got Yuuko and Fei together. They were easy. She didn’t have to worry about herself because Yasu was her boyfriend, Sakura finally got with Ryota. Yuugo was more focused on his therapy, so that just leaves Ami and Arata. Her toughest assignment.

Author’s Note: This story is dedicated to the fanfiction user Samrit for being the amazing reviewer on fanfiction for my Ami and Arata stories. I hope this matches up to your expectations.

Disclaimer: I do not owe any rights to the franchise.

Prologue/Chapter 1 - http://rdmfavcpls.tumblr.com/post/165453977177/date-chapter-1

Chapter 2 - http://rdmfavcpls.tumblr.com/post/165664175752/date-chapter-2-double-date

Chapter 3 - http://rdmfavcpls.tumblr.com/post/166734802492/date-chapter-3-picinic

~~Story Begins~~

Chapter 3 - Horror Animes

Nokia could see that Arata was getting jealous over other males giving Ami attention, but she thinks Arata is still trying to figure out his own emotions so she just leaves her two friends alone. Especially since she has more important things to consider. A horror movie event with everyone before Ami leaves for a month.

“So, two days before Ami leaves,” Nokia or Akkino said in their group chat, “We are meeting up at Ami’s apartment to watch horror movies until the next day.”

“Why horror?” a bee avatar called Streetgurl asked.

“So when we get scared, we could snuggle our dearies,” Akkino responded, her candy head shaking back and forth.

A nautilus shell spoke next, “What if we don’t have a dearie?”

AI@BA spoke, “I have plenty of pillows and blankets we can use.” Her avatar giggled, “To further showcase our loneliness.”

The shell known as Sl33p3r let out a sigh. “I don’t know why, but that sounds really reassuring coming from you.”

An onigiri head avatar spoke, “It’s a very Ami response. Ami responses makes people feel warm and fluffy, not fuzzing, fluffy.”

Blue Box got them back on topic, “They aren’t movies, per say, but I do have some horror animes, the complete series of them.”

Akkino commented, “That doesn’t surprise me...geek.”

The dog avatar barked at them, “It’s a great idea!”

Munchies the onigiri spoke, “It is?”

The dog, Shiba, was typing when AI@BA made a comment, “How many horror animes are out on disc?”

“I don’t know,” Blue Box responded the avatar's eyebrow arched. “Why?”

“That was a weird question” Streetgurl commented, the bee buzzing around.

“I’ve seen all horror movies in Japan, both old and new, so I was just wondering,” AI@BA said.

“Are you a horror junkie?” Sl33p3r asked.

“Yep!” AI@BA spoke jumping up and down. “Dark Mist is the only that can creep me out and make jump.”

“Horror movies are more date-worthy dates than horror anime,” Shiba said. “So horror animes is a great idea!”

“Fine, we’ll go with BB’s anime collection,” Akkino spoke. “AI@BA you’ll be in charge of all the food.”

“No problem!!” AI@BA said.

“The rest of us had better bring a lot of caffeinated drinks!” Akkino said. “That’s it! Meeting adjourned.”

AI@BA was the first one logged off, closed the lid of her computer, and stretched against the table at K-Cafe, a bright smile on her face. She put the computer in her bag before a voice spoke, “You are way too soft-hearted.”

She looked over at Arata who was partially glaring at her, “Because I agreed to be in charge of the food?”

“Yeah, I mean, there’s seven of us and-”

“They have this wonderful thing in stores known as oven-ready pizzas,” Ami said. “I think fourteen large pizzas should do the trick, put two in the oven, set the timer, and DING! They are done.”

Arata’s shoulders shook as he held back a chuckle. “Clever, but what about snacks?”

“Buy a couple of mixed bags of candy, some pizza bites, and large boxes of popcorn,” Ami replied with a bright smile.

Arata let out a chuckle, he couldn’t keep it in. “It sounds like you have done this before,” Arata commented.

“I have on shorter notices,” Ami said. “Trust me, having Takumi has a cousin has caused me to think quickly. Do you have any idea how many parties that man has planned and forgot about food until fifteen minutes before the party?”

“No and I really don’t think I want too. Hey, isn’t Dark Mist a recent horror movie?”

“Yeah, made in 03, first horror movie my mom allowed me to see,” Ami said. “Want to watch it?”

“Not really, I’ll stick to my animes,” he said with a grumble playfully.

“Arata…”

“Hmm?”

“You seem happier now.”

Arata looked at Ami, “Do I now? Must be because Mari got the hint. Or it could be the fact that I am going to be slowly making my friends become otakus with me.”

Ami laughed, “We'll see.”

It was just starting the second day of watching the horror animes, 1:44 in the morning, to be exact, when Arata felt Ami shift on the couch as they started a five episode series. They were the last two awake, Yasu being the last to fall asleep thirty minutes ago.

He looked over at her as they second episode started playing. “Scared?” he whispered teasing her.

“Yes! Congratulations, you have converted me to a horror otaku,” she whispered back. “Please don’t tell me that the delinquent dies.”

Arata looked back at the TV, seeing which character she’s referring too. “I won’t tell that he lives or dies. That would be a spoiler.”

“But I need to know so I know if I need to look away,” Ami whined staring at Arata.

“Still ain’t talking,” Arata responded enjoying the fact that Ami is sitting closer to him. Her pillow on the other side of the couch, forgotten. He can feel her arm’s body heat on his arm and he secretly longs for more contact.

“I hope you know you have created a monster in me,” Ami said now referring to her love of horror animes.

Arata chuckled lightly, “You aren’t paying attention to the show.”

The two watched in silence the series and upon the scene in the fourth episode, Ami grabbed onto Arata’s shoulder, surprising him. He looked over at her to see her face buried in his shoulder, one blue eye still open to watch the episode.

“No, why do they die? Why is all the good characters dying?” Ami asked whispering as she closed her eyes hearing the screams of her favorite character dying.

Arata looked at her and shook his head. She really is too cute sometimes. “Hey, look at me,” he said gently. Ami shook her head. “Ami, please.” She looked up at him as the ending credits played. “You can save him in the games.”

“There’s games of this series?” Ami asked.

Arata nodded, “This anime and their magna are based off of their games. Since you just so happen to be a horror junkie, I’ll get the games for you, okay?”

“No, that’s alright,” Ami said knowing how expensive they could be and than the sudden realization that she was clinging onto his arm came to her. She backed away quickly. “Sorry, I didn’t know I was doing that!”

Arata went to go make a comment, to tell her he was fine with it, but she was already holding onto her pillow. “I’m surprised you lasted this long,” he teased.

“Shut up, I don’t even know why I did it or when I did it,” Ami said. She hid her face in the pillow as the last episode started to play, hiding her blush. She’s still waiting for him to heal from his previous relationship before she sees if he’s interested in her.

If he’s not, than Ami will give Nokia free reigns to her non existent dating life. Nothing ventured, nothing gained works well as a detective motto, but not a ‘possibly going to date one of your best friends’ motto.

Late the next morning, their friends woke up and rubbed their eyes. They looked over at the couch to see Arata asleep and Ami nowhere to be seen.

“Where’s GM?” Yasu asked quietly. “What time did they even fall asleep?”

“They must have been the last ones awake,” Yuugo said yawning as the apartment door open.

“I brought coffee!!!” Ami said with a tired hype as she entered her apartment.

Nokia looked at her friend, “What time did you fall asleep?”

“Around 4:00 in the morning, I received a call at 5:30 and haven’t been back to bed,” Ami replied as she handed out the coffee. “I don’t know what time Arata fell asleep.”

“Thanks for the coffee,” Yuuko spoke grabbing the offered cup. “We’ll get our things and leave so you two can sleep.”

“You don’t have to worry about it,” Ami said with a smile. “Arata can sleep through anything.”

“Oh?” Fei questioned.. “How do you know this?”

“We’ve had sleepovers before,” Nokia explained. “He’s a pain to wake up.”

“And I still need to pack so I won’t be doing any sleeping soon,” Ami said.

They left her apartment and around noon, Arata was still asleep on the couch. Ami placed a blanket over him, like she did with all of her friends last night. She than went to her bedroom and started to pack, this way, she’ll have one day to double-check if everything is there and if she is forgetting anything.

Arata woke up in the afternoon, a frown on his face as he wasn’t met with flaming red hair. He knows he should feel guilty for repositioning Ami so he could hold her as she slept but she was whimpering and her body was shaking. She was pleading with someone in her sleep to take her, not him. Whoever this him is. She relaxed and calmed down when he touched her shoulder since he was going to wake her, to ask her what was wrong, than she mumbled an apology to him by his name. So, he had her laying against his chest, whispering, comforting words of ‘it’s alright’ and ‘it’s okay’ to her while rubbing her back, Once she quieted down and her breathing was slow and even, changing his to match hers, he fell asleep, unsure of the time but sure it was around 4:30.

He sat up blinking as his tired mind caught up to his thoughts, it’s not that it's a new behavior to him. He’s done it before, but not to her. He looked around trying to find her and heard her voice out in the hallway, talking to one of her neighbors, explaining the noises and apologizing if they disturb them.

She was safe and near, that was all Arata cared about. He wants to ask about the nightmare, but she’s busy and he’s hungry for something other pizza. He also needs to avoid the coffee so he can go back to a regular sleeping schedule.

He entered the kitchen and sees some ramen made on the table in a bowl, steam rising from it as a paper with his name stood in front of it. A sign to let him know it was his to eat.

He breathed out a laugh, “You are really too soft-hearted.”

#Digimon #Digimon Story #Digimon Story Cyber Sleuth #Ami Aiba #Arata Sanada #arata x ami #Nokia x Yasu #yuuko x fei #nokia shiramine #Yasu #Yuuko Kamishiro #yuugo kamishiro #Fei

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Pairing: Eventual Trevor C./Reader; other background relationships Chapter: 10 of 12 Warnings: Swearing, CUTE, this is mostly filler fluffy stuff but god DAMN is it necessary in my opinion,learning, vampires and werewolves and things that go bump in the night (PG-13) Word Counts: Chapter: 1,877 Total: 35,844 A/N: Chapter ten! Just to let everyone know, I’m not going to be able to get a computer this weekend, so chapter eleven is going to posted tomorrow (wednesday) and chapter twelve on thursday so that no one has to wait until monday for the finale. Also I take prompts now! (see here for details). Now that the end is near for this fic, I need some more stuff to work on :D Reminder that this has a bunch of supernatural-y stuff, and also that this would not have seen the light of day (pun intended), if it weren’t for @chefgeofframsay. P.S. - Feedback would be cool P. P. S. - sorry if any chapters end kind of weird, this was written as one long thing and then I decided to break it up. Previous|Next

The next day went by relatively uneventful. You were on the phone with Blaine for a bit, the two of you discussing what days the store should remain open versus closed this week and when the next shipment was supposed to be coming in. The rest of the day was spent mostly just watching and/or playing video games with whoever was around in the entertainment room, or discussing the in’s and out’s of the Sight and auras with Jeremy (since that was the latest book he’d decided to read a bit from). You asked multiple people, multiple times if there was anything you could do to help, feeling rather useless, but they all said the same thing: there was a couple of dedicated people tracking Novus down, and it was pretty much a waiting game for everyone else.

You had changed into pajamas and were about to turn off your phone for the night when you heard a soft knock on your door. You called for whoever it was to come in, and the door creaked open, Trevor’s head poking through. When he saw you sitting against the headboard of the bed, smiling at him, he beamed and slipped through the doorway, shutting the door behind him. There was a moment where you could tell he was unsure where to go, so you just folded your legs up under you and patted the space in front of you on the bed. Trevor strode over and sat down in front of you, and now that he was up close you could see that he was wearing an old, threadbare t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants.

It was kind of really cute, since that implied that he had come to visit you in his pajamas (and it wasn’t because you were screaming in the middle of the night this time).

“Hey.” You said, content with the silence, but your curiosity getting the better of you.

“Hey.” He echoed, head tilting to the side a bit.

You lapsed into silence again for a few minutes, the only sounds being your breathing and the gentle whirring of Gus’s tank water thing.

“Can I ask a question?” Trevor asked suddenly, finally breaking the silence.

“You already did, but sure.” You retorted, smiling cheekily, and Trevor let out a huff of laughter, rolling his eyes.

“Can I – can I touch your wings? I know it’s probably weird, and I read that some fae get really offended because wings are like, special things and I get that but what I read said that was mostly older fae and all things considering I don’t think you’re that old? Not that age is an issue or anything, but I know that faery wings are super sacred and special and whatever so the other night when you woke up I made sure that I didn’t accidentally touch them but I’ve never like, really met and interacted with a faery enough to befriend them and feel like it might not be all that weird if I asked but I think you’re cool and that we’re friends so I thought it might be okay? But I’ve always been curious what fae wings feel like so I wanted to ask, and it’s okay if you don’t want me to, like I said I get it if it’s too weird and I will totally act like this conversation never happened if you want me to.” Once he started going, he never stopped, words tumbling out on their own accord, a little disjointed and unlike you’d really experienced with Trevor before, so it took you a second to follow and fully understand what he was saying. Trevor was staring at you, worry etched across his face, and you could tell he was holding his breath, even though he didn’t need to breathe.

“Yeah, Trevor, go wash your hands and you can touch my wings, I don’t mind – I know you’ll be gentle.” You told him with a smile, and a warm, fuzzy feeling spread through you at the way Trevor beamed and jumped up from the bed, rushing into the bathroom. You pushed yourself forward on the bed a little bit, so that your wings weren’t pressed out against the headboard (Trevor could’ve touched them, there, too, but the fronts and backs of your wings felt a little bit different so you felt like you were holding out on him by only giving access to one side), and listened as the sink ran for a minute.

“Should I dry my hands?” Trevor called from the bathroom, and you bit back your giggle at the question.

He doesn’t know any better, [Y/N], be nice. You reminded yourself.

“Yeah, but don’t like, rub so hard that fuzzes from the towel get stuck to your fingers, yanno? They won’t hurt me or anything like that, but they’re kind of annoying if they get stuck.” You explained, and you heard Trevor grunt in acknowledgement, and then he was emerging from the bathroom and walking back towards you, a giddy smile on his face and a fond look in his eyes.

You ignored what you wanted that look to mean, and convinced yourself to chalk it up to Trevor being thankful that you were being willing to do something that he quite clearly had wanted to experience for some time.

“So, some explanation and ground rules. Faery wings, like butterfly wings, are stronger than they look, but like, grabbing them or pushing them in ways they’re not meant to be pushed can cause them to crumple and tear, so that’s not great. Since wings are like bones and skin, it can grow back and repair itself – with a little bit of help – a lot of the time, but sometimes it’s irreparable, like if they get burned or a tear goes too deep. Getting sticky things or a lot of dirt or gross stuff on them is, well, gross. And makes it hard to fly, so that’s why I had you wash your hands, just in case. And I can feel it, so don’t like squeeze really hard or whatever, but you don’t have to be like, feather-light – actually, that will probably tickle, so don’t do that, either.” You giggled a little, suddenly nervous.

You didn’t tell Trevor that the only non-family members that had ever purposely touched your wings in the 99 years, 11 months, and 13 days you’d been alive have been Blaine and Mica, the former because you had gotten your wing stuck on a shelf once and the latter because she, like Trevor, had been curious. But Mica had been a lot less cautious and shy about it.

Trevor sat on the edge of the bed next to you, and you could feel him staring at you for a long minute, but you stopped yourself from turning to look at him because that would pull your wings away from him, and that was the whole point, wasn’t it? So instead you stared straight ahead, watching from your peripherals as Trevor’s arm reached towards you.

His touch was light, yet not ghosting, firm in a way that told you Trevor had not only listened to your rambling speech about wings but hung on to every word. You let out a small, happy sigh as he ran his hand down the front side of your forewing. It wasn’t sexual by any means, but it still felt nice, like when someone runs their fingers through your hair or when you scratch a dog behind the ears. Trevor repeated the action a couple of times before shifting and reaching around to the back of your wings. You knew from being taught about fae by your mother growing up and from having to wash and clean your wings that the outside was a little tougher and rougher, since it faced away from you and took the brunt of things like the weather and the wind.

Trevor, however, didn’t know this, and let out a surprised sound when his fingertips rubbed against it. You let Trevor continue to explore for a while, content with humming to yourself and letting him get the most out of something that you knew not many non-faeries got the privilege of experiencing.

“They’re so beautiful.” You heard Trevor murmur under his breath, so soft you could barely hear it, and you couldn’t tell whether it was something that he even meant to say out loud so you kept your mouth shut, even as a hot blush rose to your cheeks and you hummed just a tiny bit louder, waiting to see if he’d repeat it like you couldn’t hear him.

“You know,” You started, a minute or two after Trevor had spoken (and not repeated it – so you concluded that it wasn’t meant for you and if that didn’t give your stomach butterflies you weren’t sure what would), and the vampire immediately stilled and pulled his hand away, “no, you can keep going, it’s fine. Anyway, you didn’t have to read Jeremy’s book to find a ‘proper way’ of asking me about this, you could’ve just asked.”

Trevor coughed a little bit, and you had a feeling it’d been involuntary, “Well, I didn’t know how to approach it, I’d never thought about ever asking someone until I um, started getting to know you. I figured it’d help, maybe. But it didn’t say anything about the stuff that you told me, just that wings are fragile and you have to ask permission to touch them, first.”

“Well, the book I gave Jeremy is more for non-fae to learn about fae. It’s not geared towards us, so it doesn’t include a lot of the like, ‘general fae health and knowledge’ stuff. Although I have a couple of those types of books, all of them good but written by different people, if you’d like to learn more. Or, you can just ask me.” You explained, silently wishing for the latter.

“How do you clean them?” It seemed like your wish had come true.

“Uh, yanno, they get rinsed off every time I shower. On average, you should actually wash-wash them once, maybe twice a week. I usually do twice because of all the dust a bookstore creates. It’s just like, a loofa or a wet rag and some sensitive-skin body wash. I use Johnson & Johnson, cause that shit’s great for both babies and faery wings.”

The two of you went back and forth for a while after that, Trevor asking question after question about fae and you doing your best to explain, the tall boy’s cool hands on your wings the whole time. When you finally grew tired enough that you couldn’t get through a sentence without yawning, Trevor insisted that you go to bed, because he’d “kept you up long enough”, thanking you for letting him touch your wings (which you realized belatedly that it sounded dirty when phrased like that) and putting up with his constant stream of questions. You laughed, insisting that it wasn’t a bad thing at all, and you enjoyed talking to him about it, before he was slipping out the door and you were turning off your light, falling asleep with the phantom feeling of Trevor’s cool hands on your wings.

#rt reader insert #ragehappy #trevor x reader #trevor c x reader #modern fantasy au #supernatural au #cute fluffy bonding time

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