#I think Ive got ~15 minutes left to work in tomorrow

[acecasinova]

I like that we do early Fridays in the summer but JEEZ this is my week and it lined up with my boss being MIA so I've been fielding a looooot suddenly and working late and ya boy's brain is FRIED

[penisliker-moved]

i did Not Start feeling better lol.i feel worse

[eepwriting]

Strawberry Lip Balm ✶ IV x GN! Reader

Warnings: drinking, kissing

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You had met iv through a friend of a friend. He slightly scared you at first, his mysterious nature and general presence making you nervous. Until he finally came up to talk to you, stating that his shyness usually came off the wrong way sometimes. You could tell he was nervous as well, his eyes never staying on yours long and his speech somewhat rushed.

The two of you had been invited to a small gathering of friends and acquaintances, which allowed you to talk to other people if things got too awkward between you and your new mystery friend. His small glances in your direction didn’t go unnoticed and you made an effort to smile at him if you caught his gaze. You’d like to think he was blushing under that mask of his. You were intrigued by him and found yourself wanting to know him, hoping he thought the same about you.

The night slowly died down, people leaving every 10-15 minutes as it got later. You excused yourself to the restroom, not wanting to leave before using it. IV noticed and stood up from his seat rather quickly.

“I’ve got to go too. I’ll walk you there.” He reached your side.

You smiled slightly. “Oh thanks!”

He led you out of the room and down a short hallway, stopping in front of a door on the left.

“Here’s one.” He slightly pointed into the dark room. “I’ll go use the one upstairs but I’ll meet you down here?”

“Oh, uh yeah.” You give him a laugh and smile before making your way into the restroom and closing the door behind you.

IV is out in the hall, his back against the wall in a casual lean when you open the door. He immediately straightens up when he sees you and by the way his eyes crinkle, you can tell he’s smiling at you. You smile back and step fully out into the walkway.

“So, uh I wanted to talk to you more tonight but it’s getting late and I don’t want to keep you out. Is there a chance we could meet again and get to know each other better?” His eyes stare into yours.

You silently cheer in your head, as you’ve waited all night for him to ask you a question like that. “Yeah, that sounds nice. Is tomorrow night okay? I’ve got kind of a crazy schedule.” You hope you don’t sound too excited.

“Tomorrow night is perfect. I know a nice pub not far from here if you’re okay with drinking?” The smile you wish you could see returns to his eyes.

“Yeah, I’m cool with that.” You say, in an attempt to sound cool and casual. The alcohol will surely help to soothe the nerves you’ll most definitely have.

“Great. Uh, could I get your number? I’ll send you the address and we can meet there?” He pulls his phone out of his pocket.

The two of you exchange numbers, you sending a small “hi :)” text to him to make sure he’s got the right number and pick a time to meet. You’re sad to leave, wanting to just talk now but he is right, it’s getting late and you have work in the morning.

✶

The day goes by in a blur. All you can think of is your little “date” with iv later, if that’s even what it is. You’re excited about the idea of getting to know him, to figure him out. When you get home from work, you take a quick shower and pick a simple but somewhat dressier outfit. You knew the place iv had picked wasn’t the fanciest but you still wanted to look nice.

You called a ride, knowing it wouldn’t be smart to drive home tonight. Out of nervousness, you called your ride early and arrived at the pub way earlier than the planned meeting time. You wanted a second to scope the place out, maybe get one drink in to calm down.

When the car pulls up to the sidewalk, you’re surprised to see iv standing outside. You tip the driver and push open your door. A small chuckle leaves your mouth as you walk up to him. “I guess we both had the same idea?”

He looks just as surprised as you and laughes. “I guess we did.” His head snaps to the side slightly. “Shall we head in?”

The pub wasn’t too busy, mostly full of what you assumed were regulars based on the way they chatted with the bartenders. It was still early in the night so you wanted a table before it got too crowded. It was your pick, settling on a booth in the far corner of the pub. Before iv sat down he got your drink order and excused himself, coming back a short time later with your drink of choice and his. He sat down across from you and lifted his mask slightly to take a sip of his drink.

“This is a nice place.” You said, setting your forearms on the table and leaning forward slightly.

“It’s not bad. Perhaps not my first choice but it’s homey.” He matches your position.

The conversation starts off surface level. Basic interests and dislikes. You know, favorite movie, color, food, 20 questions. IV gets up periodically to get refills and by the hour you’re pleasantly tipsy and not so nervous. IV is a great listener and is pleasant to talk to, always seeming genuinely interested in what you’re saying.

Having left to get another drink, he reaches the side of the table and instead of sitting across from you, scoots in next to you. Jokingly, he pushes up against you, crowding you against the wall. “Oops, just wanted to sit next to you. A little more crowded in here, wanna be able to hear you.” He laughs and lets his knee rest against yours.

He slides your drink over to you. His arm swings up and around your shoulders, his hips slide forward in the seat, body in a comfortable slouch. His other arm rests on the table, his fingers drawing shapes on his frosty glass. You internally scream. He’s closer now, touching you. He smells good and looks good. He’s showing his goofy side.

“So, tell me something you’ve never told anyone else.” He looks over at you.

You smile slightly, your shoulders coming up in a small shrug. “I don’t think anything I tell you would be all that interesting.”

“Oh come on. Everything about you is interesting.” He scoots closer, if that’s even possible.

His one question opens up a giant pool of conversation. You open up and tell him about some of your insecurities and some of your more unpleasant thoughts. The whole time he listens intently, giving you his undivided attention. It’s nice. To have someone who just listens. He doesn’t try to offer solutions, just gives you an ear. He opens up as well. Letting you see a little more of him and who he is. You’re grateful that he’s letting you in.

More drinks and more conversation ranging from deep to insightful to funny fill the next hour.

“These drinks are running through me. So, excuse me.” You jokingly poke and prod at his side in an effort to make him move.

“I’ve got to go too. I’ll walk you there.” You laugh as you stand up. His words are the exact same as yesterday and the whole reason the two of you are here tonight.

He places his hand on the middle of your back as he guides you through the significantly busier pub. The two of you both do your business once in the restrooms and meet outside.

While on your way back to your booth, you notice 4 people had made it theirs. Luckily you had brought your drinks with you and you had wanted to stretch your legs a little anyway. “I guess they beat us to it.” IV was behind you now, his voice close to your ear as he slightly leaned against you.

“I guess so!” You yell over the music before you feel iv grab your hand. He gently pulls you back through the small crowd, stopping at a wall on the far side of the pub. Less people and not as loud. Now in front of you, your back against the cool brick wall.

“Are you having fun? I’m sorry we have to stand now.” He leans down again, his temple brushing the side of your head.

“Yeah! And it’s okay, I was getting tired of sitting.”

He pulls his head back slightly but stays close to you. His eyes are glossy and you can tell he has a lazy smile on his face. You smile back, finding his tipsy state endearing.

Taking a sip of your drink, you’re reminded of your slightly chapped lips. You wanted to reapply your lip balm before you left the restroom but it had completely slipped your mind. You unzip the small bag you had brought and pull out the tube.

You look back up at iv as you take the cap off and find him still looking down at you. He sways forward an inch before leaning close again. “What flavor is your chapstick?” You don’t miss the way his eyes continuously flick down to your lips.

“Strawberry. You want a taste?” You rub your lips together and cap the balm. You’re genuinely surprised by your boldness, thanking the drinks in your system for helping achieve what you’ve wanted to do all night.

You see iv’s jaw tense slightly before he gives you a small nod. You can’t help but let out a drunken but giddy laugh as you bring your hands up to his mask. Your fingers slowly slip under, brushing his throat and neck before you pull it up over his chin and mouth.

You barely see him smile before you bring his mouth to yours. Giving him a small peck, you pull away just slightly, looking for a reaction. IV quickly leans back in, one arm coming to rest on the wall behind you. Your second kiss lasts longer but stays relaxed. You feel him smile into the kiss before you pull away to look at him.

He laughs. “I don’t think I got a good enough taste. Could I have another?” His hands rest on your hips, giving them a small squeeze.

“I guess that would be okay.” You joke, bringing your hands up and around the back of his neck. Pulling him back down to you, giving him another taste of your strawberry lip balm.

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I’ve had this idea rotting in my head for weeks now so here!!!

Once again, I apologize if this is shit.

Also, requests are open so if you want to see anything let me know!

K, bye bye.

[trash-king18]

m pt. 12

more fighting (sorry i feel like they’re always fighting but that’s just their dynamic and i kinda just let the plot flow how i think it would naturally)

pretty sure it counts as spoilers in this one so read accordingly

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miguel didn’t check on you anymore that week, as far as you knew. it was thursday now, he needed another infusion, but you honestly didn’t even expect him to show up. but you stayed until 6 when he was supposed to come in just incase.

you always did it when most everyone had left, lyla was still the only one who knew the real job you were here for.

as far as everyone else knew you were just a resident biochemist who was using the tech there to work on vaccines for some rare diseases in multiple universes.

but right as you were getting ready to leave you hear the doors slide open.

his face is hard set and he doesn’t say anything so you don’t either. you just open the door to the exam room and he follows you in.

at the very least he doesn’t give you any trouble and you get him set up quickly. you sit down on the stool and look at him, waiting for him to say something. but he just looks straight ahead and projects a screen from his watch and starts working.

you wanted him to look guilty, say sorry, something, but he gives you nothing.

“i’ll be outside working. i’ll be back in to check on you.” your voice is tight. you don’t care if he can hear the tears your holding back in your voice. they’re from anger nothing more.

he doesn’t stop you, or say anything.

you’ve been consistently frustrated with this man since the moment you met him. but this was different. you were angry, and hurt. it was draining.

you pop your head in 15 minutes later, he doesn’t look at you just keeps working. so you shut the door.

you haven’t eaten yet because you were waiting for him so you walk downstairs and grab something quick. you scroll your phone, which somehow still could pull up the news from your universe which you did not understand. you head back up and walk in to find him leaning over the lab table in the front room with the iv line being pulled through the door.

“what are you doing”

when he sees you he tries to step towards you but he stumbles barely catching himself on the table.

you push him back into the exam chair which is not easy because he can’t balance. you check his pupils and realize they’re blown.

“god damn it were you drinking”

“no” he slurs slights

“don’t lie to me”

“maybe a little”

“ay estupido”

you pull the IV from his arm immediately.

“you know you can’t drink with your treatment”

“lo siento cariño, i didn’t mean it”

your voice is still tight.

“don’t apologize to me you’re the one who has to deal with this”

he tries to say something else but you use his watch and call lyla

“heyyy boss. oh y/n is everything ok”

“he got drunk apparently and now he’s acting like..this”

“i see that. what should we do.”

“we need to wait it out, he should be fine by tomorrow morning. but i’ll have to take his vitals make sure everything’s ok”

“sorry boss looks like you’re sleeping right here tonight. should i?

“go ahead”

the restraints that are built into the chair clamp onto his wrists.

he slurs as he tries to move his arms

“heyyy”

“will you keep an eye on him.”

“where are you going”

“home. i can’t deal with this right now. he knows the rules, this is no one’s fault but his”

“mi cariño, don’t go”

lyla clears her throat awkwardly.

“im leaving. lylas going to keep an eye on you tonight. sleep it off and if you’re better in the morning the restraints will come off”

he just gives you drunken puppy dog eyes.

and you scoff and walk out.

“don’t let him leave until i get here to check his levels tomorrow. i’ll come early as possible.”

you get home and slam the door shut. you drop all your things and make a beeline for bed. you fall asleep as soon as your head hits the pillow.

when you get up for work you rush to shower and eat some cold leftovers in your fridge. it was 5am when you left, you wanted to relieve lyla from watching miguel although part of you wanted to leave him sitting there all day. as you’re headed out the door, you notice the napkin that marcus had written his number on. you weren’t going to, but after this week you weren’t really worried about what miguel had to say and you kind of wanted to talk to someone who was in no way involved with work.

You put the number in your phone and text him

- Todavía esta noche, si estás libre

still around tonight if you’re free

he probably won’t see it for a while so you close it and head for work.

when you walk in lylas still there putting together pieces of some weird contraption in hologram form.

She whispers

“oh good you’re here.”

“did you have any problems last night”

“when he finally calmed down he slept through the night”

“and before that”

“he.. uhm he kept asking for you”

“probably wants to find an excuse to yell and me about this”

“…right. do you need me for anything else”

“no i’ve got him, thank you for staying.”

“no problem hon gave me time to work on my new project”

she disappears and you turn to regard him, still asleep. you needed to a breathalyzer and make sure he was back down before you could do the injection again. you considered trying to do it while he was asleep but you knew it wouldn’t work.

so instead you opt for turning the lights on and yelling his name until he jerks his eyes open.

“oh good you’re up, open please”

you hold it up to his mouth but he doesn’t open he just blinks at you

“you’re tied to a chair. i will pry your mouth open”

he opens his mouth just enough, but with the fangs it’s always hard to get it in

when you read the results, he’s still too high.

“jesus how much did you drink”

“not enough”

“you’re making jokes right now? that was stupid. and dangerous. i don’t need to remind you what happened last time”

he had ended up drunkenly rampaging your lab

his face flashed with guilt

“you’re not drunk anymore so i’m letting you go, but you’ll need to come in and finish your infusion tonight. don’t even think about trying to avoid it i’ve already asked lyla to make sure you do it”

“where will you be”

“not here. i have plans”

you press the button and the restraints come off but you simply walk out of the room.

“wh- plans with who”

he follows you out into the lobby, no one’s there yet

“no es astunto tuyo”

none of your business

“well i’m making it my business ”

“~well~ then that sounds like your problem”

“oh uh huh uh huh does it? well consider this me making it our problem”

“there is no “our problem” because there is no us”

“thats not for you to just decide”

“it was the other night”

“don- you- dont say those things here”

“you started this argument here so we’re having it here”

“you’re the one who turned it into a fight”

“because i’m not going to let your lapse in judgement or weird phase where you try to turn me into what you’ve lost screw up my whole life!”

you snapped.

he stops dead in his tracks. so do you. you surprised yourself, you didn’t even realize you felt that way. you silently curse yourself and turn around but he’s already walking back to shut himself in his office.

you don’t call after him. you just stand there but when you turn back around to get to the food courts but as you do you see a flash of what looks like a little red hat disappear behind the door.

“peter!”

you walk into the food court and see nothing

“peter b i know you’re up there” you gesture to the ceiling without looking up

“…no i’m not”

you look up and see him chasing after mayday whose crawling around the ceiling

“mayday” you call out “hey mija are you having fun”

she babbles at you

“why don’t you crawl on down here and we can play a little game”

she smiled and babbles some more before descending from the ceiling by a single web strand right into your arms. a new trick she’d learned. peter b jumps down after her and you hand him the baby

“what are you doing here it’s not even 6”

“ohh may here kept waking up so i figured i’d take her for a swing, just kinda ended up here”

“you look exhausted”

“so do you, why are you here so early? some super secret science stuff” he offers up helpfully

“it’s ok peter, i know you heard”

“wh- whatttt i don’t- huh? i don’t even know.. what you’re.. talking… about.”

you just look at him

“alright fine i may have heard a little bit of something but no harm no foul my lips are.. sealed.. me and mayday won’t tell a soul right honey?”

she just babbles and starts climbing on his head.

“it’s not what you think”

“i don’t think anything, i didn’t even hear remember?”

“… right” you smile at him greatfully as clueless as he was he was always in your corner where it counted.

you get up to go

“hey y/n?”

“i don’t know what’s going on with you two.. but despite everything he’s lost he’s still spider-man. i mean he might be the grumpiest most unfunny spider-man in the entire multiverse i mean really-“

“peter”

“yeah yep sorry alls i’m trying to say is… no matter what he’s been through, he still wants to fight to protect people ~because~ he cares. deep down, i mean very deep down like mariana trench deep-“

“peter.”

“just don’t write him off too quickly. mj took a chance on me, and now look”

he gestures to their daughter whose shooting webs all over the tables with his arm

“thank you peter.. really”

you kiss him on the cheek and ruffle maydays hair. then you scoop her up.

“alright pequeño, that’s enough for you, why don’t we go learn some new tricks in the training rooms. go home peter, get some more sleep, eat breakfast with your wife not dusty day old food court empanadas.”

“no that’s alright”

“peter b.. go. home. i’ve got this one”

“thank you.

he kisses maydays little nose.

“daddy will be back soon don’t be too much trouble”

you took her to the training room because that way she could climb on anything and everything but you didn’t have to worry about her escaping or the mess.

for a little bit you even tried to get her to practice shooting webs to the ceiling and climbing up which occupied her for all of 60 seconds before she burst out giggling and swinging around in circles instead

“ay dios mío mija eres tan problemático”

you are trouble.

you sigh as you grab her and blow raspberries into her cheeks causing her to burst into laughter

“are you hungry mi amiguita”

my little friend

she nods furiously so you take her back to the food court. it’s past 7 now and you already feel like you’ve worked a whole day.

you grab a bottle that peter kept in a spare fridge in your lab which he didn’t ask to do but you didn’t mind as long as you remembered and didn’t accidentally put samples in there with them.

you heat it up and give it to her but she insists on taking bottles on the ceiling so you hand her off to hobie who had been lounging at a table strumming his guitar.

those two got along all too well.

peter runs in

“mayday! mayday!?”

“relax parker” you point up

and he relaxes

“Y/n how can i ever thank you”

“you don’t have to, i love the little bug”

you head back to the lab to check the samples you had made for the new injections. you glanced up at his office door but you just continued walking.

today was the day you did the first round of testing for the samples to see if they were even usable before you actually tested them out. of course you couldn’t just use them unless he actually needed one but given the events of this morning, you had no doubt you would need them soon. you’re buried in work when you hear a text message notification.

maybe: marcus

Estás de suerte, me bajo a las 4. Reúnete conmigo en nuestro antiguo lugar a las 5?

youre in luck, i get off at 4. meet me at our old spot at 5?

you like the message. you still planned on going but after your talk with peter you were starting to feel guilty about it again.

it’s 415, just enough time to run home and freshen up and pop over to another universe. you’d gotten used to it but sometimes when you were making plans out loud it still struck you how odd it sounded.

you almost considered knocking, just to.. remind him about his treatment but really to see how mad he still was but you decided against it.

45 minutes later you found yourself back home, somewhere you never expected to go again.

“jesus marcus did you have to pick here, i mean.. it’s so high up”

you climbed up to the top of the water tower and sat down with a thud. you never loved heights

“sorry, feeling nostalgic i guess”

“i see that”

he sits down next to you, the suns just started to set.

you talk for a while, what happened after school, your family’s, you tried to steer him from the topic of work as best you could but it didn’t go great.

finally after your quiet for a moment

“so.. miguel.. your ~coworker~?”

“oh uhm yeah i’m sorry about that”

“how long have you two been together”

“what! oh god no we’re not- we aren’t— we just have a complicated work relationship is all.”

“mm complicated enough to follow you from switzerland to check up on you?”

“he- we had a work emergency”

“seemed like you were fighting”

“we disagree on what the best course of action was.”

“well what do you think.”

you fidget trying to find a way to answer without giving anything away

“i think..we need to take a more conservative approach. the.. decision is too risky to make so i don’t want to mess with something where people end up hurt”

“and what did he say”

“i think he wants to just do it anyway, figure it out as we go. it’s stupid right?”

“mmm i don’t know”

“what?”

“you’ve been always been a little too cautious lulu especially when it comes to.. people’s hearts”

you know what he’s trying to say.

“look i wanted to catch up, as friends, see how you were but you’ve clearly got a lot on your mind. more than i can help with”

“i’m sorry”

“it’s ok, todo esta bien. maybe…”

“what”

“when’s the last time you visited him”

“it’s been years”

“he always gave the best advice, im sure he’d be happy to see you”

you don’t answer.

“i’ll see you around y/n, good luck.. with your work thing”

he disappears down the side and leaves you with your thoughts.

an hour later you end up wandering through a park, the park, the one where you always went to visit your brother.

you walk up to a simple flat grey stone.

“hola hermano. it’s been a long time”

you don’t actually talk about what happened you just sit on the ground staring at the stone. thinking about everything going on, and everything that had happened years ago

it’s sunset now, slowly getting dark, normally you’d leave but you couldn’t.

you felt soft footsteps behind you, not heard more like sensed, and you turn around to the last person you expected to see.

Miguel, is leaning against the tree. he still looks upset with you, he won’t meet your gaze, but slightly concerned

“if you’re here to yell at me, save it.”

he doesn’t say anything. you wipe the wetness from your eyes hastily.

“seriously miguel just leave, please”

he steps closer and you try to block him from seeing the stone but he reads it over your head.

Pedro Pardo

1995-2019

he stands still staring at it until he finally realizes why you’re here. who it is. he looks between you and the stone. you’re holding back tears and refuse to look at him.

“just get out of here”

when he speaks he still sounds distant but there’s also concern

“i didn’t know.”

“of course not because i didn’t tell you. please just leave”

he doesn’t move he just keeps looking down at you

you can’t hold the tears anymore “miguel please i know that you’re mad but i am ~asking~ you just this once listen to me. go away”

they stream down your face and you turn your back to him.

he reaches out to touch you but stops himself.

“just.. be safe”

you don’t hear him leave but you can tell when he’s gone.

you hold yourself together best you can until you make the jump back to your apartment but as soon as you step out of the portal into your living room you dissolve into tears on the floor.

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Madrid

September 16, 2023

While Toledo, Castilla La Mancha will be our home base for 3 nights - we left today to explore Madrid, the capital of Spain.

The bus ride was about an hour and we got to see some of the traffic that is Madrid. All of our weather apps told us that the day would be rainy and cool. It is a beautiful city and despite the forecast, we were welcomed with beautiful rain-free weather and occasionally sunshine. First for us - the palace of the king. Sadly, it hasn't been used for years - but here it was.

Lots of ancient squares.

And the home of the President. Right there - about 15 feet from where we were standing.

And not too far from the President's home Carolina planned another edible discovery - Torrone flavored ice cream. OMG!! I would never have tried this - but it was fabulous!

From here we took a bus to explore the beautiful city and then headed to the main purpose of the day - The Prado Museum!

Here we discovered lots of works for Diego Rodríguez de Silva y Velázquez - a painter I love ONLY because I read a book with Sagan and Katelyn during the Pandemic about him. We have only one of his works in the Detroit Institute of Arts - but here I was surrounded by them. (We saw other things too - but this was the most important to me.)

He was a court artist who lived in the castle and painted the royal family of King Philip IV of Spain. His works was not widely recognized until after his death. The palace in Madrid caught fire in 1734 - more than 100 years after Velázquez's death. The paintings that hung on the walls all over the palace were thrown from the windows as the palace burned. Lucky for us!

But most exciting for me was this:

by Juan de Pareja, the forever slave of Diego Rodríguez de Silva y Velázquez . In the book, I, Juan de Pareja, we meet both the famous artist and his slave who by watching Velázquez becomes himself an amazing artist. I was so excited to see a piece by this man!

We also went to see some Hieronymus Bosch works. The jewel in the crown is the Graden of Earthly Delights. This was our second time to see this - having seen it in Budapest in the spring of 2022 - but still OMG! This guys was sick - I think. I will say that you can look at this painting for a month and never see all of it.

In the Prado there are no photos allowed - which was frustrating - but soon I was snapping away. in the Sophia.

From the Prado we had a lovely lunch and then headed to the Museo Nacional Centro de Arte Reina Sofía to see Picasso's Guernica. This was really what I had hoped to see while in Madrid. FREAKING AMAZING!!

This is HUGE and that was my surprise. It is 137.4 in × 305.5 in. I have seen pictures of it and I know the motivation - but I had no idea how huge it was. I was dumbfounded.

This masterpiece is all in black and white and represents the horrible aerial bombing of the city of Guernica in the Basque Region by the Nazi's in 1937 - with permission of Franco. Remember this is 2 years before the Nazi's move into Poland and WWII is officially started. This was considered "practice."

Daphne, Joe and I opted to spend more time in Madrid and take the train back to Toledo, which was perfect. The Madrid Train station was just across the street from the Sophia.

The trains were awesome and the fares were cheap.

We were back in Toledo in 25 minutes.

We caught a cab and got back to have paella with our group. A day well spent!!

Our main trip ends tomorrow and we say good-bye to our fabulous Carolina. :(. We have been so lucky to have her - and we know it!

We all LOVE her!!

Stay tuned.

[malevolententity]

PROJECT 12!!! GIVE IT UP FOR PROJECT 12!!!

this waffle rag took a little over an hour to do? maybe an hour 15? ive got like 35 minutes left in episode 11. this was a really fun pattern! this is the reclaimed yarn so i Think its an acrylic blend of some sort, so probably wont be using this as a face cloth but might be a decent shower cloth or dish rag? definitely going to be picking up some 100% cotton yarn in the future to make more of these and might get silly with colors and the pattern? see if i can plan out making it look like theres butter, syrup and maybe? blueberries in the waffle? i feel like thatd be fun so its not Just a plain single color square!

definitely getting the urge though to block this piece so its a Proper square. which would be dumb. because its made to get wet in hot water and will just continue to rewarp into not a perfect square. and yet. i want to make it Perfect Square.

SEASON THOUGHTS

there is barely anything new to update on </3 they still know next to nothing! theyre going to the mines tomorrow! tonight is trap for monster with cow bait? theyre learning how to shower<3 and shit into holes u dig in the ground<3 i dont know! not much to update on with actual plot thoughts!

less season thoughts but ive been slowly refinding the time to work on my portuguese besides a single duo lesson to keep my streak and man! it is nice being able to look at my work while watching ordem for a half second more and being able to understand what theyre talking about. i still for the Life of me can not just sit and understand even a quarter of a tazercraft stream because pac e mike talk so fucking fast to me but i still enjoy my time not understand. m genuinely shocked every time i can understand something new that isnt just a sentence ive drilled into my head. i love languages and learning

[husberttee]

feeling bad about not doing much uni work on a sunday morning only until remembering that all my friends said they can't possibly meet up before 3pm cause they have to sleep until like 12

[generic-lab-assistant]

Here it is, the man, the myth, the Floridian

I wrote this all at work so sorry if its all summed up terribly i havent written fiction in a long ass time & i mainly write with bullet points & shitty scripts, i was planning to try and make a comic of him so maybe one day thatll happen, plus i might fuck around & make a comic where he enters the carnival and stuff, who knows- anyway since i wrote this at work and have god awful memory, go easy on me

Ralph is sitting in front of his camcorder (or whatever you used to record videos in 1980), after showing off his guns and acting like he knew how to load them, he quickly ran through his Epic Carter Removal Plan.

“Now, ya see, I have this timed bomb- once I press the special button on it then I got ‘round, eh, 15 minutes I think, to jump an’ tackle that sonuva bitch! Then, I’ll just hold him real tight and the bomb’ll go off! I’ll blow that corpse-raisin’ bastard to hell where ‘e belongs and save the damn country- plus, the world!!”

He pauses, then takes in a realization but smiles.

“Course I’ll ‘ave to die too, but itll be known that what i did was good when they get the news from ma’ dad. Ha- he’s gonna be so pumped to know that his son succeeded at somethin’!”

“Now, tomorrow is my big day, so to whoever ends up watchin’ this tape after I go blam, make sure nobody after Carter knocks down any satellites or raises any zombies. Good luck to me.”

He grins and shuts off the recorder.

*The Next Day, Nov 20. 1980: about 12:30 in the afternoon*

A small crowd gathers in Florida, Jimmy Carter is by a podium giving a speech. As he ends and is walking among the crowd (ala George Wallace, what up Bremer), Ralph presses the button on his bomb and begins to weave through the people and towards Carter. Once hes only a few feet away, he looks on with an anime-like sense of determination and sprints the rest of the few feet to Carter- leaping through the air and tackling the president to the concrete- yelling ‘IVE GOT YOU YA SONUVA BITCH!!’- as people yell and scream and two policemen rush to grab Ralph off of him.

As they grab him, his thoughts run theough him in a panic:

“Why’d the bomb not go off?? Why the hell didn’t it go off??!!”

As he is dragged away he yells at the officers- “Goddammit Im rigged to explode! Let me go! Let me the hell go!! Im bout ta blow the fuck up if ya dont let me go dammit!!”

He continues to panic and attempt to get out of the policemens grips, when his bomb timer beeps. With a sharp yell of ‘DAMN YOU ALL-‘ only slightly cut off at the end as the explosive goes off and Ralph & the policemen explode. Blood & bits of gore and miscellaneous bits & pieces rain from the sky and hit those in crowd, several people who were the closest retain a few minor injuries after the incident, but those harmed the most are the two (now dead) pigs, and Ralph, who is almost unrecognizeable as he is now in very many various bloody parts.

His parts are picked up and disposed of after a quick autopsy in a cheap wooden box, not even a coffin. His only relative is his father, who could care less about proper burial. He is only left with a headstone in a Floridian cemetary: ‘Ralph Hewitt Myers

Oct 8. 1949-

Nov. 20. 1980’

[dystopia-fantasy]

Always read the job description -Part 1

Max was a fit, well built man. He had been body building since he was 14 and now In his early 40s he has the body of a god, but is slowly getting to the age when he needs to find another way to make money. He knows he can't take part in his competitions anymore, and needs to take it easy. He got great grades in school and college, proving people wrong that you can't be a nerd in a jock body.

Max had some money saved and was able to keep up on bills for a few months but needed a job to keep his large house, in the rich area of the city. He got a call from a business he applied to a couple of days ago, telling him to go in for an interview tomorrow, and if it goes well he will be sent straight on a trip for the company. He gets his new blue suit ready to be worn the next day.

The morning arrives, it's 5am, and Max wakes. He does his normal morning routine, making breakfast, working out, taking a shower, then gets his suit on ready for his early morning interview. Driving to the office building in the middle of New York, it's at least 50 stories high, and is made of mostly glass, and is one of the newest modern builds in the city.

On arrival a large man in his late 60s wearing a suit greets him, "hello sir, you must be max, Sir Mammon is on his way down to collect you, may I say what an amazing suit you have on today".

Max looks the man up and down, seeing the man's huge belly flowing out from under his dress shirt, showing a massive W shape, "thanks mate, you might want a bigger shirt" then points to his belly.

"sorry if I offended you sir, but all clothing has been chosen by Sir Mammon himself" Mammon is the big boss of the business "if you would like to make a complaint I can print you a form".

Max laughs, "No thanks, I'm gonna sit over there, tell Mammon im there".

"will do sir, have a great day" the man says while max walks away paying no more attention to him.

About 15 minutes later a young handsome slender man walks over. "Max is it?" He says behind Max.

"yes.." max says confused.

"I'm Mammon, nice to meet you" he smiles holding his hand out for a shake.

"oh hello Mammon, is wasn't expecting someone so young, no offence of course" max shaking his hand.

Mammon let's out a little laugh, with a little grin "it's ok max, people don't expect someone like me to own such a remarkable company like this one would you like to follow me, we can go up to my office, this is Mark by the way, he's my Butler". Mark is another large man aged around 50, he has a massive belly stuffed into his suit, hes huffing and puffing, like he ran a marithon, "don't mind him, most of my staff are..."

Max cuts him off "fat?"

They both laugh, "you could say that Max" the elevator arrives and they all walk in, "now max, you did read the whole advertisement correct?".

Max didn't, it's was 48 pages long, who would read it all? He just looked at the wage he would get, it started at $100,000 per month. "Yes, I did".

"that's good, most guys are more keen to keep their body's but I guess if your struggling you'll do anything."

Max now confused just nod's and watches though the glass elevator as they fly up to the top floor.

"where here sir" Mark the butler says peacefully in his British accent.

They walk into the room, and Mammon sits at his desk pouring himself a glass of wisky, and Max one too. Max looks around in aww, the room was covered in art work, with the walls painted in golds and whites and had its own bar. "How do you have all this money?" Max asked.

"a mix of many things, this company, and a few investments paid for this whole building, I have many other ways but we're not here for that." Mammon points at the seat," take a seat max" Max sits the chair is made from leather and is very comfy. "So, max, I've gone through your file, I think you're perfect for the job."

"so, does that mean I have the job?" Max replies confused, expecting to be asked a question.

"well yes, if you agree to the terms"

"terms?" Max still confused.

"well yes, you expect to be paid 10times the amount the normal person for this job without any terms or conditions?"

"well I didn't know.." Max gets cut off.

"Max let me simplify them for you. You sacrifice your body to the company, and in trade you get, $100k X the amount you weigh paid into your account per month, So if you weigh 450lbs, you get $450k a month."

"what the fuck? That's sick, I'm not doing that, I'm leaving" and with that Max got up from the chair and stood face to face with Mammon, with the desk all that is separating them. "Your sick, you fa**ot".

With that Mammon's eyes glow a bright red. "I'm a what?" Max got through back against the chair by an invisible force. "Max you could have just left with your freedom, but now look what you've gotten yourself into".

"Let me go, What the fuck?" Max says while traped against that chair, it chreeking with the force of his muscle.

"I'm a fucking demon max, I'm never going to 'let you go'" he took a second break to mock max, "now, what did you say? Fa**ot, was it?".

"fuck, I didn't mean it" the force pins him down harder, trapping his arms against the leather chair arms, and pushing his legs against the underboard. "Please let me go home, I won't do it again."

"shut up max, the process is already starting".

Max looks down to see his body deflating, his pecs turning from mountain peaks to a flat surface, his giant powerful arms turning weak and light. And then looking up he sees a whole new man infront of him.

"Not as big as I thought I would get, but boy I'm big" he took a break to admire his new giant arms and pecs.

"what the?" Max looks in confusion, "how did you do that? Give me them back".

"what are you gonna do max? I'm an infinitely powerful being and you, your an old man, or at least your going to be."

"I'm only 42, what do you mean, going to be?"

"you see I don't have my infinite life span on earth, so to stay alive and in this fit body, I absorb anything a guy has and I want. In your case, these massive muscles, but then I need to absorb their life force as well, in order to make sure I don't age."

"what do you mean life force?"

"well, you have roughly 50 years, worth of life left, I'll drain about 20 years leaving you in your future crippled body at around age 60, force you to work for the company for another 20 years, then when your 80 drain the rest of your life, which after you get fat won't be much, then you got to hell."

"man your sick, let me go, LET ME GO!".

A bright red light shoots from Peters hand enveloping Max's whole body, and he starts to age, his face wrinkling, skin dropping, eye sight worsening, hearing getting muffled, and mind changing a little. "Max, you ok old man?".

"yes sir" max was confused in his mind, why did he say sir?

"max, you ready for your Cruise? You can have tones of food for the next 6 months."

"Yes sir, I'm ready" max lifts his head, opening his eyes to see a new blurry room from his new old eyes.

"you're gonna need these from now on" Peters eyes glow and a new pair of glasses appear on Max's face he can now see clear.

"thank you... Sir", max blinks seeing Peter infront of him, "what have you, done to me".

"Max, I've turned you into the perfect office worker, old, brainiac, who is soon going to get fat and live the rest of his life, in an office chair for me, don't worry for accomodation you live here now, we have apartments on floor 30 to 40, all workers live here, it's policy, we have also sent a team to your house to, well, blow it up, that way nobody is going to be looking for you, becuase we can plant a body"

"give me... My.... Body back, give me... My.. life back."

"Max we both know that will never happen, now enjoy a life of gluttony, and prepare yourself for hell, that's gonna be worse then anything I can do to you." Peter snaped his fingers and a red glow enveloped max.

Recovering from the glow max sees two men infront of him with a trolly of sorts between them. "Is he awake" one says,

"I don't know" said the other.

"im- awake" max said in a much older raspy voice.

"good we can now start the feeding" the man on the left said, his body as muscled as a god, ripped from head to toe, and we can see everything.

Max rubs his eyes under his glasses and opens them again, "Fucking hell, put some clothes on both of you".

Both men where nude, one a ripped god, another muscled up but with a big gut. "Clothes are banned here mate" the beefy man said in a type of Australia accent, "you cant say much fella, look at that tiny pecker".

The men laughed pointing at Max's shriveled up old cock and low hanging balls, "what the fuck"max tries to move his arm to cover him but his arm doesn't move, he looks down to see him stuck in a chair, with a cut out hole under his ass, and straps tying him down, trapping him. "What... Are you gonna do to me?" Max asked sceared.

The men laughed at him again, "no need to act to sceared, we're here to feed you for the next 6 months".

"but... Sir said..." Max get cut off.

"he said you'd be going on a cruise? Fucking hell are you dumb? He's a demon, you shouldn't trust a demon" The muscled guy says.

"bro let's start the feeding we have 50 other guys to see and I wanna watch football Tonight." The beefy guys says, and in unison both their eyes glowed a bright red, showing they where demons too.

The trolly between them had several items on top, one long tube, which floated in the air for a few moments before shoving itself down maxes nostril and deep into his stomach, his head flipped back trying to wriggle it out, but it was stuck. Another item moved into his frame, a IV bag holder, holding a giant barrel type object made of glass, and two large bags floated of the table again and started to drain into the barrel, and the tube connected itself to it, starting a flow of the liquid into maxes stomach.

"done" the beffy guy said. "Now we'll be back tomorrow to refill your barrel, and clean you up if you make a mess, but youll basically be unconscious for the next 6 months, due to the drugs were feeding you."

"so enjoy your sleep mate, you'll litterally wake up a different man." The two men laughed and walked out, max tried fighting the restraints but in his crippled form could do nothing. The door slammed and locked, and the room fell dark, max screamed begging into the darkness to be let free, and to have his life back, which he had only an hour before, but nothing happened, nobody came. He felt the drugs taking effect, but tried to fight back, but it was useless, his body slumped and loosened. His mind fell blank as he drifted of into his 6 month hibernation.

[step-on-me-natasha]

Blade; chapter 3

summary: Parker "Blade" Wiles, a high ranking SHIELD agent with an aptitude for sharp objects, goes missing. When Blade is found again with a darker and colder demeanor, SHIELD, with the help of The Avengers, are tasked with finding out what happened to their colleague and friend. 

OC is ace and uses they/them pronouns

pairing: Natasha Romanoff x OC! reader

warnings: needles (IVs), let me know if there are any others

RECAP:

“I'm doing the thing Florence Wiles could never do.” The room went silent. All the lab assistants stopped working. Everyone just stared at the two of you.

“Knock her out and put em’ under, I don't have time for this.” Madam barks and for the second time that day, everything went black.

*Meanwhile at the Avengers Compound

After the mission, the rest of the team got off the jet while Natasha stayed behind. Still in your seat, her eyes scan the room and land on your journal. She chuckles to herself because only you would have a bright purple journal. She knows she shouldn’t look through it but she does anyway. As she’s reading through the two entries, her vision starts to get blurry. She wipes her eyes and stands up and walks off the jet straight to her room.

“Hey Nat! How’d-”  

“Not now Clint.” She snaps. She practically runs to her room and slams the door as she starts to cry. She sits down at her desk, turns to the next blank page in the journal, finds a pen and starts writing.

Hi Blade, it’s Nat, I know when you see this, because you will see it, that you’ll probably be mad at me for snooping but it was something i felt i needed to do. Your last words to me before you disappeared were “dont worry about me, I got this.” and part of me believed it. Foolish of me. I should’ve stayed with you. I know you're strong and capable and smart and you’ve been in a situation like that before, but god damnit I should’ve gone with you! Bucky thinks it's HYDRA, Tony thinks it's what's left of the Red Room. Men, ugh, So dumb. HYDRA has been wiped off the face of the earth and the Red Room is, as i said, retired widows living the life they deserved. I think it's something or rather someone else. Who it is, I don't know. But enough of this, I'm not here to write about who took you, I don't know why I'm writing. But, and I quote, “here goes nothing.”

The first day you walked into the compound, scowling face and all, I knew something was special about you. You stormed into the conference room, like you always do, and plopped in the chair you claimed your own. When everyone else joined you in the room you didn’t even look up until someone said your name and coughed. You stood up, said your name was Blade and sat back down. It was pretty funny if Steve “stick up his ass” Rogers wasn’t in the room. Something, I think Clint, said to “show your power” or something like that, and you walked out of the room and everyone followed you to the new high tech training room. You then found a bow staff, broke it in half, had Tony load the most advanced training sequence. You set a record, with the broken staff, in that training session, curtsied, and walked out the room.

Anyways, that's not what this is about, I wanted to write this to let you know that we, the team, are here for you. We care about you. I care about you. So, on that note, you better get your ass back here so we can eat some garlic bread and watch some shitty reality TV.

Love, Natahsa

She stares at her note for a little while, thinking about what she could’ve done to save you, to have you here with her. But instead of you being with the team, with her, you quite possibly, could be dead. She can’t think about that right now. She wipes her tears, closes the journal and gets ready to take a shower. After her shower she gets dressed in shorts, a hoodie and a pair of fuzzy socks. She makes her way out of her room to get something to eat while Clint slides in front of her.

“What's up with you? You got Barnes' broody scowl going on.” He says with a mouthful of food.

“That's cold Clint”  

“shut up Barnes, you know it’s true.” He shouted back. “Anyways, seriously, is something wrong?”  

“They’re gone Clint. They are gone and we don't know where they are.”

“Who?”  

“Are you fucking serious Clint? Blade! Blade is gone! And we have no clue where they are or if they're alive! And you're making jokes right now?!” Her eyes start watering again.

“Oh no Nat, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I didn't know Blade was missing, I thought I saw them walk in.” He says as he pulls her into a hug.

At that moment, Nat lets herself cry. She balls up the front of his shirt and just breaks down. “They’re gone, Clint, and I don't know what to do!” She says through her tears.

“Nat what do you need me to do? Let me help.”  

“Find her Clint! Unbreak your arm and fucking find her!’ She cries.

*At the old HYDRA base

After the group of scientists knock you out, again, they put you in an armoured truck, with many following behind, to transfer you from this old base to the new MYST headquarters.

“Madam, what are we supposed to do with the new asset?”  

“Tie them up. And make sure that it’s secured, we don't need it escaping again.” Madam orders.

The ride is long and bumpy and these scientists have been pumping you full of fluids and unknown liquids. Pull up to a gate with a pin pad. Madam gets out, puts a passcode in and the gates open up. They pass through the threshold and into what looks like a parking garage. They park the truck and roll you out.

“Hey, hey what's going on?” You say as you start to wake up.

“Ugh, someone take care of this! They woke up again!” Madam yells.

“Hey, no hey! Let's not do this again!” You say.

“That's not an option sweetheart”  

“And why is that? Huh? I don't know what you want, other than a winter soldier”  

“I want what HYDRA took from me.” She says “Knock her out and start over! We will begin testing strength tomorrow morning!” Madam says as she walks away.

“God, what a bitch.” a scientist mutters under her breath. Heh heh, I like this one.

“I know, at least you're not the one tied to a bed” You say back.

She gasps, “you weren’t supposed to hear that”  “Well, I am a well trained spy and assassin, you learn how to pick up on small sounds.” you chuckle.

“Yeah well, still.” She says harshly. “Youre only here for one thing, and it’s my job not to fuck that up, so you weren’t supposed to hear that.” She says as she injects you with more unknown liquid.

You wake up in a new room, tied to a bed this time. Upgrades people, upgrades. Your eyes scan the room and land on two IVs dripping; one blue and one purple. I am going to die here.

“Ahh, you're awake.” Your head snaps to the right.

“Super soldier serum,” She nodded towards the IVs. “Whatever was left of what HYDRA perfected it, I got the last of it when it fell in 2014.” Madam starts.

“What's that purple shit?” You interrupt.  

“That purple shit? Really? I've been working on that for years and the best you can do is ‘that purple shit’? Really?” A small scientist comes out from behind Madam.

“Oh sorry, I should be more sensitive, what is that weird ass purple liquid that is being pumped into me?”  

“You're a rude person.”  

“Yeah well, I'm currently strapped to a bed with strange liquid being pumped into me. I'm obviously not thrilled about it!” You shout.

“Okay, enough! You two are children!'' Madam yells. Children (derogatory).

“The purple stuff is a concentrated metabolism booster. It makes you heal 3x faster than just the super soldier serum. It makes you basically invincible.”  

“Oh cool, does it give me laser eyes like Superman too?” wrong universe, shit.  

“You are insufferable!” The small scientist exclaims.

“Thanks, it’s my main character trait.” You sass back.

“Oh my god, shut up already!” Madam yells. “Dr. Nichols, you go prep the room while I handle the new asset.” New asset? Get a better name.

You roll your eyes and scoff as the small scientist storms out of the room.

“Got something to say sweetheart?”  

“No no, you do your thing”  

“In about-” She checks her watch, “10-15 minutes, you’ll have a small device inserted into the back of your neck, specifically at the base of your skull.”  

“Sounds painful”  

“It is. The device will expand and it will attach to your brain, causing me to be in control.”

oh shit.

“Cat got your tongue sweetheart?” You stay silent. “Well, nice chat! I'll see you later!”

She leaves the room as your eyes start to water. Oh my god. There is no way I'm getting out of this. As you sit there, waiting for what’s going to come next, nats face pops into your head. And the fact that there is a chance that you’ll never see her again, talk to her, touch her again, makes the tears threatening to fall, fall.

[sodasback]

Origin Story - Part 2

ER Nurse Rafe x ER Nurse Reader

Part 1 Part 3 This was really just to get from Part 1 to Part 3

Warnings: Unprofessional work environment stuff. Alcohol consumption. Mentions of needles.

Not my GIF. All credit to owner/creator. <3

The night at the bar was a blur. You remembered everyone buying you shots ...a lot of shots. You were thankful that you were not on the floor with patients tomorrow, but taking a class for half the day instead. 

Your mentor in nursing school from the cohort ahead of you, turned best friend, Tara, also worked at the same hospital on night shift. But Tara wasn’t working tonight so she came along with everyone to the bar. 

As it was getting later and you had obviously had plenty of fun, Tara knew she needed to get you home and Rafe and Edgar offered to drive you two. Thankfully everyone else kept their drinking to a minimum knowing they would be working the next day.  

“Come on, Y/N, it’s time to go.” Tara tugged at your arm.

“No, I love this song. Edgar! Dance with me!” You yelled, pulling Edgar toward you. Edgar, always being down to dance, immediately started trying to get you to step in rhythm to the salsa music playing, despite your complete lack of ability to keep up now. 

“Edgar, you’re not helping. Come on, we’re going home. It’s past 12 o’clock and the 3 of you need to be up in 6 hours.” 

“They’re coming with us?!” You asked excitedly. 

“Yeah we’re gonna take you home, Rookie.” Rafe told you. 

-

When you got into Edgar’s truck, you almost instantly fell asleep in the backseat. 

15 minutes later, he pulled up to your apartment to drop you guys off and Tara tried to get you out of the car.

“Uhh...” Tara hesitated, wondering how she would navigate your lifeless body up to your apartment.

“Need help?” Rafe chuckled, getting out of the passenger’s seat. 

“Yeah, do you think you could carry her?” Tara asked, “She’s not gonna walk at this point.” 

“No problem.” Rafe leaned in and picked you up out of the car, you stirred and wrapped an arm around Rafe’s shoulder.

“Where are we going?” You mumbled.

“We’re getting you to your apartment, Y/L/N.” Rafe told you.

“Rafe?” You asked. He hadn’t heard you call him by his first name before and it took him a minute to recover from the fluttering feeling he felt in his chest when he heard it leave your lips.

“Yeah, it’s me, Rookie.” He chuckled. 

“Okay. ...Rafe you’re so strong.” You slurred, still half-asleep. 

“Oh yeah? You think so?” Rafe asked amused.

“Mhmm and so handsome.” You nuzzled your forehead to his neck a little. 

“Y/N! Go to sleep. Stop talking!” Your friend Tara scolded you, trying to save you from saying something you’d regret, as she got your keys out of your purse opened up your apartment. “Her rooms that way. I’m gonna get her a glass of water and Ibuprofen.”

“Yeah” Rafe agreed, carrying you to your room.

“Rafe I wanna kiss you.” You mumbled. Rafe smiled to himself at your admission as he crossed the threshold to your bedroom.

“I think you need some sleep Rookie.” He gently laid you down on your bed.

“I’m not tired.” You protested.

“Your eyes are closed silly.” He told you sweetly.

“Will you help me take this off?” Your brow furrowed as your eyes remained closed and you struggled with your jeans that had 6 buttons instead of a zipper.

Rafe quickly and gently cradled your hands to prevent you from stripping in front of him as he kneeled next to your bedside. “I’m gonna let Tara help you with that pretty girl.” He let the term of endearment slip only because he knew you probably wouldn’t remember it tomorrow. 

“You’re a nurse, you see people naked all the time.” You reasoned. 

“Yeah, this is definitely not the same thing.” He told you as Tara came in with some water and Advil. 

“She gets pretty flirty and has zero filter when she’s drunk, don’t hold it against her.” Tara said, only imagining what you must have told Rafe while you were alone. 

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

“I know you guys always do your little ED fam initiation at Crazy 8′s but she’s gonna be humiliated tomorrow and think she ruined her professional relationship with everyone. So make sure if you see her to let her know she didn’t kill her career in one night?” 

“Of course. I think her’s was the tamest Crazy 8′s initiation we’ve ever had.”

Tara nodded. 

“You guys good?” Rafe asked. 

“Yeah, thanks Cameron.” 

-

The next day you were walking from the parking lot into work. Hoodie pulled over your head, sunglasses on despite it being 6:30 in the morning, coffee in hand. You walked quickly despite your hangover, hoping you could leave your stuff in the breakroom and head to your class for the day without seeing any of your coworkers.

“Morning sunshine!” 

“Good morning!”

You heard Rafe and Edgar call to you as they caught up to you.

“Oh my god! Why are you guys yelling?” You whined.

“Looks like someone had fun last night.” Edgar teased.

“Yeah, because some of my new coworkers kept buying me shots” you accused.

“It was your welcome to the family!” Rafe defended.

“Hungover are we?” Edgar asked.

You glared at them.

“Don’t worry, we can fix that.” Rafe assured you.

You gave them a skeptical look. 

You started putting all your stuff down in the break room/locker room and Edgar left to get something. Rafe had started stocking his pockets with everything he’d need for his shift.

“So did you have fun last night?” He asked trying to scope out how much you remembered. To be honest, you did remember everything you told Rafe, but you were way too embarrassed to let him know that.

“Yeah, I kinda don’t remember much though.” You lied nervously. 

A slightly awkward silence fell between the 2 of you as Rafe nodded and opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted when Edgar came back with a bag of fluids and IV start kit.

“Have a seat Y/L/N” Edgar instructed you. You looked at him with your brow furrowed but sat down anyway.

 Rafe sat in the chair next to you and quickly opened the IV kit, grabbed your arm and tied a tourniquet around it tightly.

“After this banana bag, you’ll feel good as new” Rafe said. 

“Why aren’t you guys hungover?” You asked, grumpily. 

“1. We didn’t drink as much as you. And 2. We did this at home” Edgar laughed.

“And you’re kinda a lightweight.” Rafe added quickly, earning yet another glare from you.

“Yeah, well good luck finding a vein Cameron. I’m chronically dehydrated when I’m not hungover. What gauge are you using?”

“Mmm 16” he murmured studying your arm, looking for a vein.

“What the fuck?!” You tried to pull your arm away from him but he kept a firm grip on it.

He just smiled at you, satisfied by your reaction. “Relax Rookie, I’m using a 22. Don’t be such a baby.”

“You’re a dick.” 

And the way he looked at you with a slight smile playing on his lips while he held your forearm securely, you both knew that you remembered what you said last night and that you meant every word.

“Hold still.” He told you. And you smiled as you watched him expertly stick the needle in your arm.

[nahoyaglock]

📃 AS I AM CHAPTER 3 — Discovery

SUMMARY — You knew Kageyama Tobio since you both were in diapers, being close family 'friends'. You always wanted to befriend the quiet kid but no matter your efforts, he would never crack. When you transfer schools and meet Kageyama again, what will happen to your relationship?

PAIRING — family friend!kageyama x y/n

GENRE — fluff/crack/angst

WARNINGS — kags being a bigger meanie

WORD COUNT — 2.6k

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It has been about more than two weeks since your first day at Karasuno, already creating good bonds with Hinata, Nishinoya, Yamaguchi, and even Tsukishima. You were pretty close to all of them, spending alot of time together at lunch or after school, and even during the weekend. They wanted you to feel welcome, after all, you even had a little text group chat.

(Sent October 10th at 11:15 am)

Y/N: [Good morning yall, and happy birthday noya!]

Shoyo: [HAPPY BIRTHDAY NOYA!]

Tadashi: [goodmorning and happy bday!]

Tsukki: [morning, happy birthday]

Noya: [GOOD MORNING, AND THANKS GUYS!]

You smiled down at your phone before shutting it off. Since it was Noyas birthday, your mom let him and your friends come over, it also being a Saturday. You planned to have a sleepover with your new friends, Kageyama, and Tanaka of course. You had finished cleaning your living room, and despite it being small, it was big enough to fit a bunch of enthusiastic dorks, and Tsukishima.

You had begun cooking lunch, making sandwiches for you and Hinata, who was already on his way to your house. "Good morning honey," your mom spoke softly, rubbing her eyes as she walked past you to the coffee maker. "Good morning mom, Hinatas on his way here already," you smile and finish the sandwiches, putting them on a plate and walking to the living room.

"Okay, I have work today so ill be out for a little bit, tell Nishinoya I said happy birthday and Kageyama I said hello," she chuckled as she started the machine. You nodded and heard the doorbell ring, causing you to sit up and smile in excitement, placing the play down on the couch. "Thats Shoyo!"

You hop to the front door and immediately unlock the door, greeting the orange haired male with a smile that was matching his. "Hey y/n!" He greets and you let him in, closing the door behind himself. "Hi Shoyo, I made lunch," you say and lead him to the living room. "Wow, your house is really cute," he giggles and sets his bags and blanket in the corner next to the couch.

"Im glad you think so, I think Tanaka is arriving next, but i could be wrong," you say and plot down on the couch, hinata following your movements. "When is Kageyama coming?" He asks and rests his head on your shoulder, head tilted so he can look at you, but you just shrug. "He hasn't answered me since I sent him the invite yesterday," you say before handing him the plate and taking your sandwich.

"What? He answered me this morning," Hinata said and pulled his phone out of his pocket, going to his text messages with Kageyama. "Yeah, he texted me this morning, asked if i was coming to the sleepover," he said and you sae him typing on his screen. You felt hurt, Kageyama always answered you, whether it was one word, or even one letter, he always answered.

"Ah, he might've forgotten, i wont hold it against him," you smiled and decided to shake it off, it was Noyas birthday and you were ready to have fun. You and Hinata watched a bit of Netflix and ate a bit more than just the sandwhiches you made. It had been about more than an hour since the next person appeared, hearing the doorbell ring as you were in the middle of showing Hinata baby pictures of you and Kageyama.

"Ah, I bet its Tsukishima and Tadashi! Or just Tadashi!" Hinata shouts, jumping up, you following after him with a big goofy smile on your face as you both run to the door. "Its definitely Tanaka! Im calling it!" You laugh, barely able to keep up with the small male as he opens the door. As you looked at the male at the door, you and Hinata both shouted at the same time.

"Tadashi!"

"Tanaka!"

"K-kageyama?" You questioned and Hinata sighed, walking back to your room, sulking. "Its just Kageyama," he complaimed and Kageyama glared at him. "Whats that supposed to mean dumbass!" You let him in and close the door behind him as he kicks off his shoes. "Kags, you didnt bring any bags? Like, more than one?" You ask and walk to your room, seeing him hesitate to say respond.

"I'm not staying over. I just wanted to wish Nishinoya a happy birthday, i thought more people would be here by now," he nonchalantly responds, almost irritating you. "Well, you could've answered my text with a yes or no, or tell me that," you say and turn to face him, kicking his ankle softly. "Sorry," he muttered.

You entered your room with Kageyama and saw Hinata checking out your wall of pictures, filled with pictures of you and kageyama as children, you and your mom, and your friends from Nekoma. "Hey, is that Kenma?" He asked, turning his head to look at you and Kageyama with a curious face.

"Oh, yeah it is," you answer and walk over to the spot next to hinata. "Ah, Inuoka! Lev!" He exclaims with a excited expression, carefully scanning the pictures. "Is this the Nekoma volleyball club?" He asked, looking up at you with admiration as you confirm that it is.

"Thats so cool! You know Kuroo?!" He said, looking at another photo, one dear to your heart. It was the last time you saw them, you had a sleepover at Kuroos house, all the boys attending. You were wrapped in Kuroo and Inuokas arms, the 2nd years sitting on the couch in the back with the rest of the members asleep, or running around.

"Yeah, he acts like my brother sometimes. This was from our last sleepover before i came here," you state and he puts it back in his place when he hears the doorbell. "Okay, this time its DEFINITELY Tanaka!" You slap Hinatas arm and you two, once again, race to the front door. "Its gotta be Tadashi!" He once again opens the door to be met with Tanaka, causing you to shout in glory, hinata groaning.

"Uh, hello to you too," he laughs and steps over Hinata who dramatically fell to his knees. "Sorry, we were betting on who would arrive next," you laughed as he put his stuff next to Hinatas and saw Kageyama come out of your room. "Hey Tanaka," he greeted and you all sat on the couch, continuing the movie you and Hinata had started. After about 30 minutes more, there was a knock on the door.

"Thats definently Tsukishima," You say and Hinata nods as you stand up to open the door, greeting the tall blonde, noticing Tadashi and Noya behind him. "Hey Tsukki, Tadashi, and happy birthday Noya!" You greet, patting Tsukishimas arm and hugging the last two. "Everyones here, so lets get started, hmm?"

As everyone gets their stuff situated, you head to your room to get your phone and order some take out and remind your mom to get a cake before heading back out to your friends. "Noya, you ca– Noya?" You giggled softly, seeing him wrapped in a giant fluffy blanket, and he smiles. "Yes?"

"Ah, I was gonna say you can choose a movie, unless you wanna do anything else before the food arrives," you bounce before taking a seat between Tsukishima and Hinata. "Movie please, i dont want to even know what hes thinking right now," Tsukishima said, his expression was serious. You elbow him with a chuckle that follows, "its his birthday, cut him some slack."

You all decided to play a few games with an old movie playing as background noise. Truth or dare, would you rather, never have I ever, and some board games, Tsukishima winning monopoly. He was currently boasting to Kageyama with a smug look on his face as the doorbell rang.

"Food!" You shouted and jumped up to answer the door, quickly paying for the food and closing the door before bringing it to the small coffee table in your living room. "Also my mom should be home in a few minutes so call down with all the cursing Tanaka," you laughed and opened the food boxes before grabbing some plates and utensils for them to serve themselves.

You guys ate and finally put on a movie, moving the coffee table to you, Noya, Tanaka, Tadashi, and Hinata could all huddle up on the floor infront of the tv, leaving Tsukishima and Kageyama on the couch. "Hey, im home honey. Hi boys," your mom called, a big bag in hands as she slipped off her shoes. "Hi y/ns mom!" Noya called and she brought the cake over to you.

"Happy birthday Noya, and hello Kageyama, its been a while since ive seen you, you're so big," your mom patted his shoulder and he nodded. "Hello Mrs. y/l/n," he spoke politely as Tsukishima quietly laughed at him. "Behave okay? Im heading to bed. Oh, and Kageyama, your mother invited us over tomorrow so i can take you home tomorrow, " she flashed a warm smile and your face lit up as you sat up from the cuddle pile.

"I haven't been to your house in years," you exclaim and placed a hand on Kageyamas knee, giggling. He shifted a bit, causing your hand to fall and he hummed, "because Tokyo is far." You roll your eyes and lay down back between Nishinoya and Hinata. "And im not sleeping over, my moms coming in 10 minutes to pick me up."

"Ah, well either way, ill see you tomorrow Tobio," your mom waved and left to her room. It was silent as you guys kept your eyes glued to the screen. Eventually Kageyama left, so Tsukishima joined the cuddle pile until you guys got tired. Hinata and Tadashi took the couch, Tanaka and Nishinoya draped over each other near the couch, Tsukishima laying next to you on the blanket that covered the itchy carpet.

You sat up, on your phone after your friends from Nekoma decided to blow up your phone.

"You still awake?" You jumped at the voice, thinking everyone was asleep, and you turned to the voice to see the salty blonde slipping on his glasses. "Yeah, my friends texted me," you whispered before turning off your phone, the room being engulfed by darkness and you took your spot next to Tsukishima. "So you and Kageyama?" He propped his head up on his hand as he looked at you.

"Yeah, he's weird. He hasn't been talking to me that much the past few weeks." You rest your head on the pillow and pull the blanket up over you. Tsukishima hums lightly before fixing his pillow, "is he always like this? He doesnt seem that way around the team."

"I guess? Hes always been dry and stand offish since we were children, but to other people he was different." You felt tired, and Tsukishima could sense it. "Rest, worry your head tomorrow." He pats your head before taking his glasses back off and lays down, you smile. "Thanks Tsukki."

"Dont call me that."

—

Once it became morning, Tanaka and Nishinoya were the firsts to leave, followed by Tadashi. You had just come out of the shower, finding Hinata folding his blankets and cleaning up the living room, and Tsukishima talking to your mom in the kitchen as he helped wash dishes. "Good morning mom," you yawned and grabbed a key from one of the drawers. "Im gonna stop by the store, wanna come with Tsukki? Hinata?"

Tsukishima looked at your mom and she nodded, telling him it was okay and that she'd finish the dishes on her own. You left the house with the two males, taking the short walk to the store. "You're going to Kageyamas right?" Hinata asked, bouncing to keep warm in the cold air. You nod and swing the keys around your finger, "yeah, in a few hours, oh! Let me text him."

(Sent October 11th at 1:17 pm)

Y/N: [Morning Tobio!]

[I'll see you in a few hours!]

As you waited for his answer, Tsukishima spoke up. "Not to.. seem like im putting you on the spot but.. doesn't he ignore you?" He kept his hands in his pockets and his gaze forward and Hinata gasped, "Tsukki that sounds mean!" He smacked his arm, causing the taller to look down at him. "I'm just saying that its not the best way to treat someone," he rolls his eyes and Hinata scoffs. "As if you can talk."

You sigh and laugh, placing a hand on both the males arms, "calm down you two, geez." They relax in your touch and Tsukishima continues. "Seriously tho, he could be just, y'know.. being a bitch," he he spoke, putting an emphasis on bitch. "Or he could be hiding something!" Hinata gasps and you laugh at them. "Yeah yeah, but its whatever really, this is how ive always seen Tobio, it'd be weird if he was any different. Though id like it alot if he DID be a little less dry."

You remembered the talk you and Tsukishkma had before, he always brought up Kageyama and your relationship with him. Soon you started to think the same was he did. Was Kageyama really just being mean? Isnt that just how he always is? Why does he act different around others? Was it you, or was it him?

—

You kicked off your shoes as you stepped into the warm house with a bright smile, "hello Mrs. Kageyama!" You greeted as she pulled you into a hug. "Hello y/n, my you've grown! Tobio is in his room, can you take him his plate? This one is your" She said and handed you two plates. You smiled and nodded your head like a gibby child and she patted your back as you made youe way to Kageyamas room. You kicked on the door because your arms were occupied.

You heard a bed creak and a few seconds after, the door opened and was almost closed back in your face if it weren't for him catching a glimpse at the plates. "Come in," he mumbled and let you in. You walked over to his bed and put his plate down on his bed and sat on the end as he closed the door. "Wow, your room has changed alot," you smile and look around the room at his posters and pictures on the walls.

"Mhm," he plopped back down on his bed and went on his phone. You noticed this and furrowed your brows, taking a bite of your food. "You know, for someone on their phone alot, you sure do ignore my texts alot," you mainly joked, but you guessed that he didnt catch on when his expression changed and he mumbled an apology. Was that guilt on his face?

You decided to stay silent and just scroll through social media and eat your food. After a few minutes of just silence, Kageyama finished his plate and got up to take it upstairs. "Hey Kags," you called before he left and you held your plate out to him, "can you take this for me?"

"You barely ate any thing," he said and you shook the plate a little bit, causing him to grab it, scared it would fall. "I'll bring you a meatbun," he murmured and left the room. You smiled slightly at the mention of meatbuns, and stood up to stretch your legs.

You grabbed a napkin from Kageyamas bedside dresser and wiped any food off of your mouth. He had a small trash bin in the corner of his room, so you went to throw away your napkin, looking at his posters and pictures on the wall. When you opened the bin, there was a large stack of pictures atop all of the trash.

All being pictures that had you and him in them.

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[pbandjesse]

Today was great and Im only frustrated that my lip has gotten worse again. I think from the friction from my mask and the heat all day made it worse. But my whole mouth area hurts and it sucks. Honestly, I am also just very sore. We did a lot of walking in the sun today!!

I didn't sleep great last night. I had weird nightmares again and I woke up with my lip all covered in dry blood. I was pretty upset about it and it would only get worse. I tried my best to baby it but there was only so much I could do.

I got washed up and dressed though. I was super excited for costume. I would end up wearing my corset open because it was a lot warmer then I expected. But I felt so cute. I loved how I did my hair, with two twisted braids under my headband. I was very pleased. My makeup would mostly wear away half way through the day but I still felt really good about it. James put on their costume so we could see how it looked before we left, just in case something had to change. But I think they looked great. The new shirt is so good and loots great on them. They would wear a regular shirt for the drive, so I put all our accessories and their costume in a tote bag to bring with us.

I was in a really chill mood overall. Jess was texting me all upset about feeling rushed and things not working the way she was hoping but I was chill and tried to give her some of that energy.

We left here and went to Mcdonalds before we drove the hour and a half to the ren faire.

And it was a good drive! The way there we made great time, we listened to a few episodes of the story podcast we listen to on long drives. We had lots of laughs because I kept saying dumb shit and James would tease me but in the best way. It was a good ride.

Jess was worried about the parking line but we got there a little after 1030 and there was no line at all! And they pulled in minutes after us!

It took us all a few minutes to get our costumes right and get ourselves together. But Jess and her brother and sister-in-law would come over to us and then we would all go in together.

We got in really fast. And for real it was barely crowded. Like there were crowds but nothing like Ive experienced in the past. We barely had to wait for anything. When we first got there we got lemonade and played with some photo opp things. I had a great time walking around and was for sure the leader of the day.

I would just lead us to what I thought was good. James was there for whatever and Jess didn't have anything specific. We didn't know what any shows were so we only ended up going to one. Which was the mud pit show. Which I always love. We caught a little of a few other shows but we should have probably planned that better. We did get to see the mermaids which was very cool though. She even had fangs.

I loved seeing people's costumes. And we ate a lot of different things. I had a smoothie. Me and Jess shared a pickle. Jess and James each had turkey legs. I had a baked potato. We would have kettle corn and I got a little sandwich. They got coffee and James shared an apple muffin with me. It was such a food day and it was great.

We didn't buy much beyond food. I did get to do things I never got to before. I got to do the gemstone panning thing. I have always wanted to do that but it always seemed expensive but it was $15 and I got some awesome stones and really had a great time. And James got me one of those copper roses and I always wanted one of those. So it was pretty great.

We would do a lot of walking. A lot of people watching. Going in shops. Enjoying the company. We watched the glass blowing demo. We got James sized for a kilt and the men who ran that place were so excited that were getting married. They apparently also do rentals and gave us their card so we can get something for James that we know is nice. I think we even know the color.

I really had a great day. I was tired but like in a good way. We went to the dungeon and read about all the scary things people did to each other. James found someone's wallet?? So we gave that to the woman at the front. I hope it made its way back to the owner.

We did see a poor girl who was wasted wasted and an actor came to check on her because she was double over on her self, looked asleep, but then security staff and first aid came and checked on her to get her some water and find her friends. I hope she is okay.

We surprisingly didn't see to many embarrassingly drunk people, for being Octoberfest. It was fun seeing people in all kinds of costumes though and I was having a great time.

Jess was moving very slow because her feet hurt and we kept losing her. So to keep James slow I held their hand and to keep Jess with us I held her hand and we were a little train. A man at a booth laughed at us and said we needed a leash when I told him why we were doing this. But it worked!!

Jess got a precious hat. And then we bought honey products. We ran into her brother and sister in law and it was decided we wouldn't stay through the end and instead leave at 530ish.

So we got our last snacks and headed to the front to wait.

Me and Jess talked for a while while James filled our water bottle. And then we went out to sit in a gazebo and take some costume pieces off. It was just a wonderful day. I am so glad we got to go. Lookign through my posts we haven't been there together since 2014, me and James went to the Maryland one ins 2018. But it has been forever so this was just the best. And I get to see Jess again next Tuesday so it wasn't even that sad saying goodbye.

I was excited to go home. But we had some issues. We ended up going on the wrong exit on the turnpike and had to go twenty miles out of the way to turn around. And then we had another wrong turn and it was another 20 minutes added.

But we stopped for donuts and tacos after that. Donuts for James and tacos for me. And we listened to more tanis and enjoyed the sunset.

We got home around 830. Washed up and now were in bed. My lips are hurting really bad and have split open again. Im going to get actual neosporn tomorrow. Auquafore just isn't cutting it.

But now is time for rest.

I hope tomorrow is beautiful for all of you. Goodnight everyone!!

[flamingo-writes]

Used to It — Satori Tendo x Reader

Summary: In which I talk about the awful and sudden ups and downs of my mental health through metaphors of chronic pain. In which Satori learns a painful truth about you, the girl he likes so much, it actually hurts him almost as much as it's hurting you. 

Posted: 08.26.2020

A/N: This is part of a mini seriesof drabbles in which I talk about my personal struggles in two different scenarios with my current two favorite characters. Zoro from One Piece (I'm posting this one tomorrow) and Satori from Haikyuu. These stories are both independent, they both however, have the same chronic pain metaphor.

Word count: 900 words

Satori's feelings for you were anything but a secret. They were, in fact, quite the opposite. They were loud and flamboyant and so hard to go unnoticed. Even you knew about them. However, Satori still decided to take his time while seducing you through playfully flirting.

While most of the school thought you two were dating by this point, just your close group of friends knew you didn't. Although, you weren't far from there. 

As a daily routine, after class, you went to the library and worked on your homework while Satori trained. And 15 minutes before his training was over, you'd walk to the gym and wait for him. 

The image of you poking your head through the door and sitting on the steps outside the gym was all too familiar to everyone. Satori, the team, even the coach. And it didn't come as a surprise that not only Satori noticed you didn't show up by the end of the training, everyone else did, and everyone asked the red head about it.

"Is she mad at you or something?" Reon said jokingly, pushing Satori with his elbow. 

"I didn't" He said confused. "I'm...I'm worried…" 

"Is something wrong, Tendo?" Wakatoshi asked.

"I think so…" Satori whispered in a barely audible whisper. "She seemed weird at lunch today,  and after I asked her she told me she was fine, but I knew she was lying. But I knew she didn't want to talk about it, so I didn't insist. And after lunch, she asked the teacher if she could go to the infirmary…" 

"Have you texted her?" Semi frowned concerned, not used to seeing Satori so worried.

"Yeah…" Satori said, grabbing his phone and quickly looking through your conversation. "She hasn't answered any of them" He murmured under his breath.

"Call her" Wakatoshi added.

"Yeah, I'm gonna do that" For the first time, he seemed so distracted, the entire team was as worried as he was. The guy who was always so cheerful, confident and ready to make smartass remarks was shaking and nervous.

"Hey, [Name]." He said, raising his voice, trying to come off as cheerful. "Thanks for picking up, I was getting a worried. Last time I saw you, you left in the middle of class to go to the infirmary. Is everything alright?"

The team looked at Satori,  unable to bear anything from his call, and had only his expressive face to work with. The horror soon spread across his eyes in a single fraction of a second.

"You're what?! Where?!" The entire group quickly exchanged concerned looks "O-okay. I'll be right there" 

"Is she okay?" Reon asked.

"She got transferred to the hospital" Satori said.

"What?" Semi yelled.

"Semi, could you drive me there, please?" His voice shook while his eyes still reflected horror.

"Uhm, sure dude. I've got my keys in my dorm. Meet me at the parking lot?" Semi answered as Tendo nodded silently.

"Yeah, thanks" Staring at Semi walk away, Satori tried to breathe deeply and calm himself down.

"Tendo" Wakatoshi's voice distracted him "Everything's going to be fine" 

"Ye-yeah" Satori sighed "Thanks Wakatoshi-kun"

The drive was unbearably silent, and slow enough to torture Satori until they finally arrived. 

"[Name]" Satori said, stepping into your room "oh god, are you okay?" He asked when he found you lying flat on your side on the bed, with an ice pack resting on one half of your face curled up in a ball with an IV coming off from one of your hands.

"Define okay" You whimpered painfully.

"Whats wrong?" Satori's heart broke a little upon hearing you.

"My headache got a lot worse and I was starting to get a severe fever and nausea. So the nurse suggested I was transferred here…" You answered. 

"Have the doctors told you something?" He sat in the chain next to your bed and grabbed your hand, squeezing it gently. 

"They haven't told me anything in years" You chuckled bitterly.

"What do you mean?" 

"I...I've been dealing with chronic pains for a while  now. I still don't have a diagnosis, I just know I randomly feel like shit" 

"What's the IV for?" Satori asked, brushing the back of your hand gently with his thumb. 

"Medication for my fever and pain. IV works faster than pills. Plus it keeps me hydrated. My stomach refuses to keep anything in so…" Your voice trailed off as you shrugged.

"[Name] that's awful" Satori whispered bringing his hand close to his face and delicately kissing your knuckles. 

"Thats my life" You sighed, looking tenderly at him.  

"I'm so so sorry"

"I am too"

"Are you used to it?" He asked "Does it get any easier?" You sighed deeply.

"It does not" You admitted bluntly "But, I know I'll get better. I always do. In the meantime, it's a shit show" 

"Oh, darling. Can I do something for you?" Satori murmured.

"Stay here with me…" You said "please?"

"Of course, darling" He smiled gently, a smile you'd never seen on him before. It wasn't mischievous nor flirty, and yet, it looked bery much like the Satori Tendo you liked so much. It was a warm genuine smile, the sort of smile that told you "you'll get better" 

Smiling back at him, he felt his heart skip a beat. At the same time, he felt glad that he was able to put a smile on your face. 

[barnesandrogersfanfics]

Rose Coloured Glasses - Part 12

Warning!! contains major Defending Jacob spoilers!!

Thankfully the store was pretty empty so i managed to get in and out within 15 minutes tops. I had just made it back to my car letting out a sigh of relief that no one had stopped me to question me about Andy's family drama when i heard my name being called. I recognised the voice instantly and turned to face him with a smile.

"Hey Frank"

"Hey, still a sight for sore eyes sweetheart" he smiled pulling me into his arms for a hug that i instantly accepted.

"It hasn't been that long since you saw me Frank" i shook my head at him smiling as i took a step back, he looked good! He always looked good!

"Well it feels like it" he shrugged casually as i finished loading the bags in the trunk.

"How you been?"

"Im good, how are you?"

"Im fine, had some vacation days owing so its nice to just to be at home...."

"Hows work been?...."

Oh god i cant get into this!

"Its been stressful.... listen i gotta get going but i'll call you and we can arrange pizza and movie night yeah?"

"Sure. Hey..... i'm sorry to hear about whats going on with Andy's kid"

"Yeah..... its been rough on them" i nodded feeling like i needed to get away from this conversation quick! "I gotta go, see ya Frank" i said giving him a quick hug before slipping into the car and heading towards Andy's.

When i pulled onto Andy's street it was lined with news vans and reporters. My heart started pounding as i drove up closer to the house.

"Jesus christ..." i muttered to myself as i felt them turning their attention to me, trying to get a glimpse of who was arriving at the Barber residence. I pulled into the driveway at the side of the house and l headed round back out of view of the camera's. Once i had parked up the back door opened and Andy came out to greet me, i got out the car and let him wrap his arms around me as he kissed the top of my head.

"Hey sweetheart"

"Hey"

"You okay?"

"Yeah im fine. Groceries are in the trunk...."

"I'll get them" Andy smiled and walked round to the trunk to grab the bags.

"Andy.... are you sure its a good idea me being here? Maybe i should go...."

"No! Please stay, come on it'll be okay i promise".

"Okay" I nodded pulling at the sleeves on my oversized cardigan i was wearing.

Guess i had to do this sooner or later right?.....

I was stood at the counter looking around nervously while Andy started putting the groceries away.....So far there had been no sign of Laurie or Jacob.

"Will you try and relax" Andy suddenly said sounding amused, i turned to look at him and gave him a tight lipped smile.

"Sorry"

"You trust me right?" He asked leaning on the opposite side of the counter and looking at me.

"Of course"

"Id never have asked you to come here if i thought this was gonna end badly. You have nothing to worry about i promise" his hand reached across the counter and took mine, his thumb rubbing over my knuckles.

"His right" the sudden feminine voice from behind startled me and i pulled my hand free from Andy's hold as i turned to face Laurie "i'm totally fine with it" she smiled "you must be Y/N?"

"I am.... its nice to meet you Laurie" i smiled trying to keep calm but my heart was about to fly out of my chest and i was getting hot..... calm down!

"You don't need to feel bad, our marriage has been over for a while now and I don't think your a home wrecker" she laughed a little. I turned to look at Andy with wide eyes "you told her that??....." i said quietly to him and they both smiled, guess it hadn't been that quiet!

"Im happy for you both, really" she smiled.

"Thank you...." i said quietly still feeling awkward around her.

"You wanna stay for lunch?"

"Erm...."

"Come on, i need to talk to you about something anyway. Then we can have lunch" Andy added looking nervous about something.

"Okay sure" i forced a smile but i couldn't help feeling like something bad was about to happen.

Andy led me through to the living room so we could talk alone, he sat me down on the sofa while he sat on the opposite end keeping some distance from me.

"Andy whats wrong?" I asked when he dropped his head down and sighed.

"I have to tell you something....something thats gonna come out soon...."

"Okay..... about what?" I asked "about Laurie?... Jacob?"

"No.... about me. My family. My father" Andy kept his head down avoiding eye contact, it was so unlike him i was starting to worry "there's a history of violence in my family, my father is currently in prison.... serving a life sentence" he looked up finally shaking his head as he waited for my reaction.

"What did he do?"

"He raped and killed a girl.... stabbed her to death"

"Oh my god.... thats awful" i scooted closer to Andy resting my hand on his thigh "so what, you think their gonna try and use this against Jacob?"

"If they dig enough and find out about my family history..... Neal will use anything he can to win this case" he said nodding his head before looking back at me his eyes full of sadness and shame.

"How are you okay with this?"

"What do you mean?"

"Ive just told you my father is rapist and a murderer and your still looking at me like i'm the best man you know"

"Because you are the best man i know" i smiled "This doesn't change the way i feel about you, the things your father did  were unforgivable but that has nothing to do with you or the man that you are. You are a good man Andy, you cant start questioning that now"

"Thank you Y/N...... you have no idea how much i needed to hear that right now" he pulled me close enough to kiss me then just rested his forehead against mine "i've been so ashamed about my past that I've never told anyone...." he mumbled.

"Not even Laurie?"

"No. I only told her when we got back from court earlier..... she didn't take it as well as you" he sighed shaking his head and sitting back "she cant get over the fact i've lied to her about my father for 17 years..." he looked at me again with tight lipped smile "i just didn't want her to think badly of me if she knew the truth. I hadn't seen the man since i was 6 years old.... he was a stranger. My mom always told people he left us when i was a baby and that was what we stuck to over the years".

"Give her some time to process, i'm sure she'll come around. She knows you, knows your good"

"Come here" he said quietly pulling me into his arms and holding me close "thank you sweetheart"

"Anytime" i smiled holding him tight and hopefully offering him some comfort.

We had sat holding each other for what seemed like forever but it was only a couple minutes, i pulled back looking up at him with a smile my hand cupping his face.

"so what happens now? With Jake and the case?"

"Erm, we have a meeting tomorrow morning with his lawyer Joanna. Thats the other thing you should know....." he took a deep breath "when Jake was arrested he told the police that he didn't kill Ben Rifkin..... he just found him".

"What??" i gasped leaning back so i could look at Andy, he had his eyes closed as he shook his head slowly "Jacob found Ben's Body, he says thats why they found his fingerprint on Ben's body".

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Untouchable Ch 14- When You Left

Warnings: mentions of death, drugs, injuries, torture, and mental illness

Ch 13 | Ch 15

~ ~ ~

“Lydia,” Hotch greeted as she rushed into the waiting room of a hospital.

“What do you know about his condition?” she demanded.

Hotch nodded for her to follow him farther back into the hospital. “He’s got a mild concussion from where the unsub knocked him out and his left foot is broken. Other than that, his injuries are purely psychological. I got the doctors to allow you to stay here for the night and I ordered the others to go to their hotel rooms and sleep. You should be able to stay with him for the next few hours.”

“Does the team know I’m here?”

He shrugged. “I didn’t think you’d want me to tell them the reason I called you.”

“And what is that reason?” she asked, slowing so that they could speak face to face.

Hotch looked at her sternly. “I know you’re a private person,” he began, “but I hope you don’t make it into a habit of keeping secrets from me, Lydia.”

Had Spencer told him? But he wouldn’t have. Or, if he did, he wouldn’t have blamed her for the secret. So perhaps, Hotch had just assumed. She’d expected that. “If there’s a secret here, it belongs to Spencer, not me.”

Upon hearing that, Hotch’s hostile stance calmed. “I can imagine it does. And I’d like to speak to him about it, but for right now, he needs to see you.”

She nodded. Now really wasn’t the time. “Take me to him.”

Hotch didn’t follow her in, just pointed to the room where he was located.

Spencer had a bandage on the left side of his head and a boot around his left foot. His eyes looked dark and sunken, his hair a matted mess. It was a version of him she’d never seen before. One she never thought she would see.

“Lydia!” Spencer cried as she opened the door. He looked so overwhelmed. She wished more than anything she could take him away from all this. “What are you doing here?”

“Hotch called me.” Lydia did all she could to hide the tears forming in her eyes and smile at him. “I think he’s onto us.”

Spencer didn’t respond to her tease. He glanced outside, likely noticing Hotch’s lingering presence. He was currently pulling out his phone, facing away from the couple.

“Looks like for the next little while we’ll be limping buddies!” She tried again to make him smile. At the very least, acknowledge that she was there.

Something very traumatic happened to Spencer. She could have known that without coming all this way. But Hotch, for some reason, thought her being there would help. And she felt helpless. He wasn’t okay. He was barely looking at her. Barely talking.

So, she pulled up one of the chairs, sat down next to him, and held his hand. Because all she could think to do was let him figure this out on his own. It’s what he was best at.

They were silent for most of the night. Eventually, Hotch disappeared, likely going to get some sleep himself before the team had to fly home.

Spencer spilled a few tears, but stayed quiet. Lydia would hum quietly beside him. She thought he might eventually fall asleep, but he didn’t. His mind was far away, too busy to sleep.

It wasn’t until morning was approaching and Lydia knew she had to go before the others got there, that he spoke.

“I shot him, Lydia.” His voice was a hoarse whisper. “I hate to even pull my gun out, and yet, I shot him.”

“And it’s a good thing you did,” she said. “Tobias was having you dig your own grave-”

“No,” he growled, startling Lydia. “Tobias was a good kid. He saved my life.”

“But he was dangerous.”

Her attempts to reassure him did the opposite. “It wasn’t him! It was his father. He didn’t deserve to die. And I killed him.”

Lydia blinked. Spencer had never seemed irrational to her. He might be upset sometimes, but he never got so angry he was blindsided. “Spence, where is this coming from?”

“I just would have thought that you, of all people, would have more respect for the mentally ill.”

The way he said it felt like he had embedded a dagger in her chest.

“Me of all…?”

“Yes! With everything that happened to your mom and then you! Tobias was a victim! Just like your mother. How would you feel if you found out I had shot your mother?”

He was twisting it.

“And I don’t know what was up with your dad, but no stable person loses custody over their kids, so there’s-”

“What the hell?” Lydia stood up quickly. “What has gotten into you?”

“Oh, did I strike a nerve, Lydia? Really?” He sat up, his IV pulling tightly against his arm. “You know, maybe if you stopped judging other people for their problems, you’d see you have a few of your own.”

She blinked, her face burning in shame and anger. No one had ever thrown her family back in her face so cruelly. Spencer was not like this… right?

“Why is this about me?” she asked, her voice shaking slightly as she tried to stop the burning in her nose and behind her eyes.

“You always show up too late, you know that? I needed you and now that I’m in a hospital bed, you finally show. Sonia had to have a stroke for you to visit your family. And you think Tobias deserved to die for his illness?”

It was all too much. Maybe she’d been wrong about Spencer. All this time, she never would have thought he had this in him.

“I’m leaving, Spencer.” She picked up her bag and threw it over her shoulder. “If you have anything else to add to your tirade, you can call me, okay?”

“Gotta leave before you hit someone you care about, hm?” he accused. “Gotta go be sad about your life and then not tell anyone about it, so that they think you’re normal?”

“Goodbye, Spencer,” she hissed.

Tears ran down her cheeks the minute she got out of the hospital, and for once, she paid no mind to them. Let other people see her cry. She didn’t need their good opinion anyway.

Maybe it was the look in his eyes as he said it, but out of all his accusations, only one stuck with her. I needed you and now that I’m in a hospital bed, you finally show. Something about it tormented her.

He had needed her. Maybe for longer than she thought. She’d been so focused on Sonia, she barely responded to him. And even before that, she’d up and left for California without even giving him a wave from across the lot.

Did she deserve his hatred for that?

~ ~ ~

Lydia didn’t respond to Hotch when he texted her the next morning. She didn’t call him back when he left her a voicemail saying that they were getting on the jet back to DC. She didn’t thank him for the flight back to California.

When Sonia and Beck asked if Spencer was alright, she replied with ‘he’s fine’ and went to bed. She didn’t need their sympathy. Maybe she didn’t want it after all that he had said to her.

And the following day, she said nothing about it, jumping right back into her old routine of taking the twins to school and doing her schoolwork.

After about a month, Sonia was cleared to drive again. She wouldn’t be back at her full health for a while, but her body was stronger than it had been in a while. The only real concern was ensuring that she kept track of her blood pressure so that she didn’t cause another stroke. And as soon as she got this news, she sent Lydia back to Virginia, insisting that she get her life back.

Lydia didn’t have the heart to tell her that at the moment, she never wanted to step into the BAU ever again. Almost a full year she spent with Spencer. Even more time bonding with the team as a whole. And when they were dating, he kept insisting that they hide their relationship, because he was scared she would break his heart.

She’d never even considered that he was capable of this. He hadn’t talked to her the entire month. Didn’t call, didn’t text, didn’t apologize. She had to wonder if perhaps it really was her fault. Maybe he was waiting for an apology from her. But if she was anything, she was stubborn. She’d entrusted so much of her family history to him and he threw it back in her face like trash. Like she was trash. That wasn’t right. Good people don’t do that, no matter how badly you messed up.

Hotch and Gideon both called her. Sometimes asking when she thought she’d be back to work on a case, other times checking in to see if she was doing alright. She didn’t bother answering them. She didn’t even tell them she was back in the city.

She tried to focus on her work, but even in her final semester, there wasn’t enough to do to keep the boredom away for long. A thought started to creep across her mind. Sooner or later, I’ll be out of a job with the FBI. I need to go back there or find another job.

Find another… There was no job that could ever be like the FBI. But as the thought crossed her mind, she realized that it wouldn’t be too hard for her to find work. She was still speaking to her professor about a job at the college. Suddenly, a lot of things were looking good about it.

She’d just spent a lot of time speaking to her father about rebuilding their relationship and learning more about her mother. As a teacher, she’d never miss a holiday with her family again. Rebecca wouldn’t hate her for eternity and Katie and Adam wouldn’t grow up without her. If Sonia’s condition got worse, she wouldn’t feel so far away.

With a heavy heart, she picked up her phone, calling up Hotch’s number. She hoped more than anything that he wouldn’t pick up. Hoped he was on a case, was busy, his phone had died, anything.

“Lydia?” His voice on the other side made her heart rate speed up unhelpfully. She wanted to think she didn’t miss the job, but she did. “How are you? We haven’t heard from you in a while.”

“Agent Hotchner,” she began, formally. “I’m officially resigning from the BAU as a forensic contractor. I’ll be in the office tomorrow night well after work hours to pick up my things and leave my badge. If there is anything you need or want me to do while there, please let me know before then. Otherwise, I’d really rather not have an encounter with any of the team members.”

“What? I- Lydia-”

“I thank you for this job and opportunity, Agent. It is one I’ll never forget.”

And then she hung up.

~ ~ ~

When the doors of the elevator opened, Lydia breathed a sigh of relief. The bullpen was dark and quiet. Hotch hadn’t told anyone she was coming, thank god.

Every step screamed at her to stop and reconsider, but then she remembered Reid screaming at her in her mind and a white, hot rage filled her again. She didn’t need this job. She didn’t need these friends. What she needed was to feel safe in a work environment.

She entered Hotch’s office (empty, surprisingly) and dropped her badge on his desk. Then, she walked down to her desk, eyes glued to the floor so as to not see anyone’s name plates or paperweights that might make her miss them. She brought in a box big enough to carry the few things on her desk: a photo of her and Beck, her name plate, some pens and pencils, and any documents that she needed to have with her in the future.

As she reached underneath her desk for her go bag, the lights flickered on above her and Hotch’s voice drifted from the doors of the office.

“Is there no way I can get you to reconsider?”

Lydia didn’t bother turning to look at him, throwing her bag over her shoulder and making sure that there was nothing left for her in the drawers of her desk. “I told you I didn’t want to speak to any of the team. That includes you.”

“What is it, Lydia?” he demanded, his voice growing closer as he approached. “Has something happened to make you feel unwelcome?”

“You’re the profiler,” she grumbled, picking up her cardboard box and finding herself face to face with her old unit chief. “Agent Hotchner-”

“Hotch, Lydia. Just Hotch.”

She swallowed, not wanting to use the old nickname and give off the impression that she could be convinced to stay. “I loved working for you. But I just… I need to learn when things are unhealthy for me. I did the FBI thing. Now I need to move on.”

His eyes landed on her belongings, looking at how little she had to pack up after working for them for a year and a half. “Keep in touch, yeah?”

Lydia shrugged, brushing him off. “You’ll probably see me working as a waitress or bartender somewhere nearby.” He gave her a stern look, prompting her to take back her snarky response. “Seriously, don’t worry. I can manage. I always have.”

“What do you want me to tell the others?” he asked, pointing to her now freshly clean desk.

“Whatever you want. Tell them I quit. Tell them you fired me… or you know, whatever you do to stop seeing a private contractor. Tell them I died in a fiery plane crash.” Finally, she stepped around him and marched off. “They won’t remember me in two months anyway.”

She didn’t think he’d be able to hear her comment, but as she was approaching the doors into the BAU lobby, he called out to her.

“Hey, Lydia?”

“Mhm?”

“That’s how you got this job,” he insisted. “You’re pretty unforgettable.”

She shook her head and let the door slam shut behind her.

~ ~ ~

Morgan was the first person to notice the next morning. He had his head propped up with one of his fists, distractedly checking his email and his eyes wandered to Lydia’s desk. His first thought was: I hope she’s doing okay…

She’s been in California a long time…

Doesn’t her picture frame normally sit there…

Wait, where’s all her stuff?

It was deeply startling to see that her desk was clean as a whistle. His eyes wandered around the room, to see if anyone else had noticed or if maybe her stuff had been moved elsewhere, but nothing else seemed out of the ordinary.

He wondered if he should ask the others. Maybe he hadn’t been paying attention and someone had put everything in her drawers to protect them while she was gone. Silently, he stood up, approaching the desk and opening one of the drawers. It was clean. He opened another. Also empty.

Emily caught his eye, her eyebrow raised as if to ask what he was doing, but he simply held up a finger and walked up to the catwalk to see Hotch.

He knocked softly on the doorframe before walking in.

“Hey, Hotch. I just noticed that Lydia’s desk has been cleared out. Did you move it for some reason, or…?”

Hotch had to clear his throat before answering. “Ambers came by last night to gather her things and make her official resignation from the BAU.”

“She what?” he demanded. “Hotch, you weren’t going to tell us that she resigned? What happened?”

“I wasn’t aware she was planning on it,” he admitted. “I spoke to her about it and she seemed pretty adamant that she wanted to be somewhere else.”

“Is she going back to California?”

“It didn’t sound like it. But that’s something you need to ask her.”

“Yeah, I will,” he snapped.

Stepping outside, Emily was already halfway up the catwalk to see what was going on. Morgan didn’t say anything, just dialed Lydia’s number and stood there, clearly upset.

“Hi, this is Lydia Ambers. Sorry that I missed you, but if it’s important, leave a message and I’ll get back to you as soon as possible. Thanks!”

“What the hell, Lydia? You disappear in the middle of a case for a month, you resign without warning, and now you’re not answering our calls? What happened to you, kiddo? I know you wouldn’t just drop off the face of the earth willingly… Call me back.”

As he returned his phone to his pocket, Emily waved a hand in front of him. “Hey, what’s going on? Lydia resigned?”

He nodded. “Hotch just told me. Cleaned out her desk last night when no one was here. Something’s not right about this picture.”

“Yeah, no kidding,” Emily mumbled. “She was so friendly. Has she ever disappeared like this before?”

“No. Lydia’s been working with us for so long now. She loved her job. Something happened. Something big.”

Spencer tried his best not to look like he was eavesdropping, but sat perfectly still so that he could hear as much of what Morgan and Emily were saying as possible. Lydia had resigned. She really had just left the BAU.

He knew he had acted stupid. So… so stupid. He went through these awful mood swings now, sometimes missing her so much he couldn’t stop his tears. Other times he was angry at her for leaving so soon… but maybe that was just his own stubbornness.

He never could convince himself to call her. To say anything to her, really. There weren’t words to express what he was going through right now. Not ones that she would accept, anyway.

He considered himself a murderer. A drug addict. He didn’t deserve her love even if he could gain it back.

Perhaps her leaving was good. He didn’t have to anxiously anticipate facing her again. But she didn’t deserve to lose the life she spent the last year making for herself because he couldn’t stop himself from being an asshole.

How long could this “I’m just having a hard time recovering” act go on for?

~ ~ ~

Not too long, it seemed.

Reid could feel Prentiss’s eyes on him for the next few days, trying to gauge his reaction to the news that Lydia was gone. Garcia too, but he didn’t see her around as often Emily.

As they set out for their next case, he tried to separate himself from her as best he could, but she seemed to want to do the opposite. And with all the stress of escaping her, he started making others suspicious.

First, he snapped at her on the jet, causing Hotch to insist they work together. Then, the station was loud, as the whole city was undergoing major constructional changes. Mapping out the area only kept him busy for so long and he found himself staring at it in order to prevent the others from bothering him. And then, of course, Gideon had to send him to a homeless shelter with-- you guessed it-- Emily.

He did his best to act natural, but every glance, comment, and movement from her was rubbing him the wrong way.

They located Angie, one of the administrators of the homeless shelter, as she handed out food. As she explained to them, how many people were tossed onto the streets as the construction workers tore down apartment buildings and homes, he started getting antsy. Impatient. This was supposed to be a quick interview.

Emily had started to compliment the woman when he lost his temper. “Well, thank god there are people like you who take the time-”

“Do you have a list of everyone who comes through here?”

Both the women looked startled at his interruption, but Angie was quick to comply. “Uh, we have a sign-in sheet, but we don’t force anyone to sign if they don’t want to. Some who do don’t even use their real names. ‘Elvis’ eats here a lot.”

“We would appreciate any lists you have,” Emily informed her.

“Why?”

“Have you noticed anyone who acts unusually aggressive towards the other residents?” he asked, ignoring her question, but she didn’t let up.

“What’s this about?”

“A series of murders in the area,” he responded quickly. “The perpetrator may be a homeless man. Maybe someone who stays here. He may even be in this room as we speak.”

Emily’s head snapped towards him. “Reid!” she hissed.

“Have you noticed anyone who acts paranoid or displays explosive, unprovoked bursts of violence, more than just pushing and shoving-- I mean, someone who really tries to harm others.”

Angie looked extremely overwhelmed. “There are territorial fights over food and places to sleep. The nurse treats people for minor injuries all the time, but no one’s seriously hurt.”

“If anyone does come to mind, give us a call. Thank you.” He handed her his business card, then left, not checking for Emily, who apparently, didn’t follow him.

He stood outside for a moment, watching the homeless pass to get inside. He shouldn’t have done that. It was rude. But he felt like crawling out of his own skin, just being on this case.

Not that he couldn’t have assumed she’d be angry, but the force with which Emily threw open the door as she left the shelter confirmed it.

“There’s a high presence of mental disorders with the homeless,” he noted, hoping to distract her from the issue.

“What the hell was that in there?”

“What?”

“‘He may even be in this room as we speak’?” she quoted. “We have nothing to support that!”

“We’re investigating a serial homicide. Should I have pretended there was no danger?”

“We just left that woman potentially afraid of every man who walks into this shelter!”

He crossed her arms. “Again, until we find this unsub, how is that a bad thing?”

Her face changed from one of confusion to one of disgust. “What is the matter with you?”

God damnit. “What do you mean, ‘what’s the matter with me’?”

“I’ve never seen you act like this.”

“Oh, really? Oh, in the months that you’ve known me, you’ve never seen me act this way?” he snarled. “Hey, no offense, Emily but you really don’t know what you’re talking about, do you?”

“Is this about Lydia?” she demanded. “About her disappearance-?”

“Don’t act like you think you know me!” he said again, his voice raising considerably. “You presumed a lot about me from the start and then you went and told Hotch things you didn’t understand.”

“Told Hotch-? I haven’t said anything to Hotch!”

“Oh yeah? Really, so his wish to discuss my relationship with another member formerly on this team was just out of curiosity? You didn’t perhaps tell the whole Bureau that Spencer had a schoolgirl crush on his friend just to laugh at me?”

“I never told anyone-”

“Whatever,” he interrupted once more. “She’s gone. And frankly, the Bureau didn’t need to waste the money on her anyway.”

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