#dr bright is weird

[cupinho]

"Do you know that guy?"

I didnt liked this one a lot, ok concept, horrible execution

it doesnt seems ike but clef is hearing pijamas

[blujayonthewing]

the main problem I've had with trying to do 'your PC as other races' art is that when other people have done it, including ryoko kui's changeling comparisons, they always keep the character's original palette-- and that ends up being an immediate stumbling block for me when the first place I'd be inclined to start is with Elyss, whose main point of difference from an ordinary human is that she is green

[twig-the-edgelord]

The animal experiments

Warning mentions of waste

The animal experiments were conducted to see how Dr. J. Clementine would fare in a non-human host. Given the nature of 963 and the previous experiments it was completely unknown. A few hypotheses have been suggested.

•That he would start changing the appearance of the animal.

•That the hosts would grow certain parts to be able to do human tasks.

•That he would bond completely other than certain anatomy. Specifically cat ears and a cat tail.

[22/05/■■■■]

A stray tabby cat was gathered from a rescue shelter. It was a chubby grey tabby.

After one death a quick reminder to junior researchers that SCP 963 isn’t to be touched without gloves, SCP 963 was fastened onto a collar.

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Around 1232 tufts of fur had been spotted around the parts of the facility that Dr. Clementine had been allowed to access. Dr. Clementine had been napping in front of a window, taking in the noon sun. The tufts of fur was shedding from the scar forming.

After calling to him by name he reacted immediately. He was able to recognize his name, as well as Dr. ■■■■■, who he is close to. After a few tests it was determined that Dr. Clementine was able to recognize certain people, places, and a toy slug. Even though the intelligence is heightened, it is still that of a cat.

[23/05/■■■■]

After Dr. Clementine was released from the kennel he was sleeping in, Clementine immediately had back away and hissed at the personal that had released him.

After a ton of scratching he allowed someone to pick him up. Though he was growling the whole trip.

Only placing kibble on the table kept him still long enough to take an x-ray and examination. Both revealed nothing out of the ordinary. No changes in bone, skin or fur. The cat was perfectly healthy.

[25/05/■■■■]

Bonding continued to not occur. The only change that happened was his tooth going missing after he bit Dr. ■■■■ because he didn’t hold him correctly. Which would be like an infant.

He was brought to SCP 529, to see how he would react with another feline. The two greeted each by sniffing. Though Dr. Clementine was weary of Joises lack of a bottom half, the two grew close with an exchange of slow blinks.

When all human entities had left the cell, it had been monitored that the two cats were ‘loafing’ beside each other, with SCP 529 occasionally rubbing her head along Jacks side.

[01/06/■■■■]

SCP 963 was removed from the cat and the body was quickly discarded.

[01/06/■■■■]

The chain of SCP 963 was looped around rope, and tied around the neck of an American Landrace Pig.

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[02/06/■■■■]

At 0245 it was discovered where Dr. Clementine had found reasonable to defecate, unfortunately it was in front of the break room with the vending machine with the good snacks. He absolutely refuses to use the bathroom anywhere but that doorway.

It was decided to give Dr. Clementine entertainment to stop him from bothering the researchers. He was given a football and straw tubes.

[03/06/■■■■]

Dr. Clementine was permitted to wander around more of the facility, so D-class could remove the smell from the break room.

He found himself in front of the cell of SCP 321. He plopped himself down in front of the door for 2 hours, every few minutes he would push his ball up to the door as if the anomaly was able to come outside and play with him.

An agent tried to move him away, but Dr. Clementine nudged him with his head. When it didn’t move the agent he bit onto his pants and refused to release them.

Eventually he made his way back to the break room.

[06/06/■■■■]

Multiple puzzles were set in front of Dr. Clementine, which he was able to pass for treats. Including, a maze, opening crates, and matching shapes and colours. However he wasn’t able to do more difficult puzzles, even for snacks and toys.



[09/06/■■■■]

A female African grey parrot was gifted to the foundation and to be Dr. Clementines next host. It was hoped that he would be able to mimic human speech, but it was unsure if he would be able to actually understand it.

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Dr. Clementine was permitted to be in most social areas to encourage speech. He is allowed to be in the cafeteria, break rooms, and certain researchers office.

Dr. Clementine struggled to fly for the first few hours but soon was found playing in the rafters.

[10/06/■■■■]

Dr. Clementine went into Dr. Clefs office at 1033, and at 1254 he had learned the words, “piss-fuck” “𝄡” “cocaine” “I’m a silly goose”. It is most likely that Clef is purposely teaching him these things. It should be noted that it was said in Dr. Clementines voice rather than Dr. Clefs.

[12/06/■■■■]

Dr. Clementine had a much better grasp on the English language. He was able to label things in his surroundings, flying to them and saying what they are. Examples would be

•if someone knocked on a desk, he would knock on it with his beak and say “wood”

Or

•going to the rafters and saying “metal”

He is much faster at learning speech and better at pronouncing words than what was expected.

[15/06/■■■■]

When Dr. Clementines handler passed his office, Dr. Clementine flew over and hovered around the door repeatedly saying “Haold” and “cikly”or other variants.

[15/06/■■■■]

The corn snake that had nearly finished shedding its skin was brought in.

Attaching SCP 963 on to such a tiny animal was over looked until now. SCP 963 being attached to a harness with the amulet on a wagon. The Dr. Clementine gain consciousness he began to freak out. This included wrapping around Dr.■■■■ wrist and biting him. Thrashing violently, he calmed down when a camera was brought out. He began flicking his tongue at it.

[15/06/■■■■] 0924

After being placed in a glass enclosure it was evident that Dr. Clementine wasn’t able to climb anything due to the weight of SCP 963.

[19/06/■■■■]

Dr. Clementines eyes had finally turned green after the eye caps came off, and his scales had much more of an orange tint.

[20/06/■■■■]

Dr. Clementine had started attacking SCP 963 in annoyance and flinching away in pain.

[23/06/■■■■]

A doe was found a couple hundred yards away from site 19. It was brought in.

SCP 963 was put back on its original chain and hung around the deers neck.

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Dr. Clementine struggled to walk, and his front legs kept repeatedly buckling over. He was followed as he explored to ensure that he wouldn’t injure himself.

[25/06/■■■■]

Dr. Clef was permitted to bring Dr. Clementine to SCP 166s temporary contaminant cell. SCP 166 and Dr. Clementine allegedly were timid of each other at first, but did warm up after a few minutes. Once Dr. Clementine recognized who SCP 166 was he began to lick the top of her head.

SCP 166 had made a flower crown made from the yellow roses that were loose in her antlers. Dr. Clementine responded with a behaviour that wasn’t common with deer, by wagging his tail and stomping the floor repeatedly. A very human reaction to excitement.

[27/06/■■■■]

A few staff members have brung Dr. Clementine apples, and other fruits/veggies. Though most chased him away from them still angry about the break room.

At 1644 Dr. Clementine had been found halfway out of a window. He would try to kick any presences he could feel behind him.

The second his limbs hit the floor he bolted around randomly, trying to get away from staff.

He wound up at a dead end, crashing against the wall and was unable to get back up. He kicked at nothing with his back hoof repeatedly in a pattern. It was matched with flinching and uneasy breathing.

An apple was offered to Dr. Clementine. He instantly shoved his nose against it as if it would rot at any second. He attempted to get the apple back to his safety wall, but couldn’t because of his leg.



The now wilting rose crown was slid over to him. He placed the apple inside of the flower ring. He kneeled in front of it and watched staff intently.

By this time most who gathered around had left due to lack of interest.

[29/06/■■■■]

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[01/07/■■■■]

Dr. Clementine was very friendly with staff. A bit too friendly. If not actively being held back he would run up to them and happily yap, while wagging his tail. He’d tries to sit his entire body on people’s feet.

[02/07/■■■■]

At 1752 Dr. Clementine was found trying to bite the wall, growling viciously. His mouth unable to wrap the smooth surface.

Dr. Clementine was snatched up by the back of the collar, and yanked away from the wall. Dr. Clementine lashed out, YAP YAP YAP! He just wanted to get back to his tasty wall.

[05/07/■■■■]

Dr. Clementine was sat in front of a window, barking at everything that moved, taking in the sun rays. Upon hearing a whistle, Dr. Clementine swerved his head around, tongue sticking out. He walked up to the source of the noise. Little feet paddling and tail wagging.

The researcher brought him to his next host.

[06/07/■■■■]

A wild Guinea pig sat on the metal table. Given the size of the critter, it was decided to just tie it around their back.

[07/07/■■■■]

The moment Dr. Clementine saw SCP 590s cell he began weeking. Loud peeps emanated from the small carrying cage.

Once staff entered they were greeted by SCP 590, who was excited to see the rodent. “That is Dr. Clementine.” Was said as the cage was placed onto the desk near his bed.

SCP 590 leapt over to the cage. SCP 590 tried to pick up Dr. Clementine with his bare hand. Which made Dr. Clementine jolt to the other side of the cage. When SCP 590 picked up Dr. Clementine with his prosthetic hand, Dr. Clementine allowed him. He tucked his hands and feet under his body and laid flat.

[08/07/■■■■]

Dr. Clementine was removed when SCP 590 was still sleeping.

Throughout the day Dr.Clementine seemed to be depressed.

[11/07/■■■■]

Dr. Clementine was found tearing at his scar. Not to the point where he was causing damage but he seemed to be trying to rip it off of his body.

Dr. Clementine would squeal angrily, only to calm whenever SCP 590 spoke, even if he didn’t understand what he was saying.

[13/07/■■■■]

A yellow moray eel squirmed as it was hung above the tank. A tempered glass collar was slid around her neck, with SCP 963 inside of it.

The eel was dropped back into the cage. Though it took a couple of moments for Dr. Clementine to figure out how to swim. He eventually noodled around, snapping his jaw.

[14/07/■■■■]

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK HE GOT OUT HOLY FUCK HOW JUESUS FUCK ME UNTIL I DIE THEN KEEP GOING HOLY SHIT FUCK FUCKING HOW!?!?!?!?!!?

[03/08/■■■■]

Dr. Clementine somehow was in the Gulf of Mexico. He was drifting happily through a small crevasse in a ledge. He got several new scars swirling his body. In order to safely get him out pets and treats were offered.

Ending notes:

•Dr. Clementine has no memories being in a non-human host

•being in non-human hosts changed his psyche, he sometimes acts like an animal (ex:loafing, whistling, playing in the rafters, barking, crawling on all fours, ect.)

•Dr. Clementine has no idea he acts like an animal

[the-land-of-dreams]

Do you tire of it? The feeling of being incomplete? The unending unease of lying in wait? You trudge through your life with sepals pressed to your skin, trying to ignore how they itch and constrict. Fear not, restless child, there will come a day when the wilting leaves will fall from your eyes, and you will see through fate's gaze clear as a reflection, and you will be terrified, and you will be free.

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[bl00dbite-reblogs]

what the hell is going on anymore i lost the thread of all the bright drama lmfao

[cycypr]

We are all aware of Dr. Bright being renamed to Dr. Shaw, fun fact, that means that this man, is 100% related to me. There’s no way he isn’t. Same last name, we’re related for sure.

In conclusion, don’t give me a chainsaw. It runs in the family. If you catch my drift.

Edit: this no long applies but I still am 100% related to Dr. Shaw 🙏🙏

[arcadequeerz]

What if I got into scp again.

[milescottontail]

Remade a really old OC of mine :>

[so-you-melted-22]

someone needs to write SCP and The Sandman crossover fic and if no one else does it, i will do it!

[supahstarrr]

i love my man whit but his outfit look so tacky and he looks hella stiff sometimes...

[cupinho]

Crazy days

[sistertotheknowitall]

Some Guy Bingo

Masterpost.

Nearly three months into (what Jason called) The Haunting, the siblings kinda started a game. (“Either we're haunting him or he's haunting us, I haven't decided yet." "Considering he's the one appearing randomly, I'd say he's haunting us.")

Technically Tim had started it with, “five bucks says Danny went to class today.” (Gotham university was having an out break of fear toxin curtesy of Dr. Crane.) However, it was Jason who kicked it off with, “ten if he says something about actual scarecrows.”

Dick had snorted and said, “fifteen if it’s a personal experience about a farm.”

“I call bingo if he makes a vague statement on agriculture.” So it was actually Steph who started it.

“Bingo? We were placing bets.”

“Unlike you Hood, some people don’t get adopted by money.”

“As if Bruce doesn’t give you an allowance.”

(“As if he didn’t offer to adopt you,” Tim tacked on.)

It became a running joke where they started calling out "bingo if -" whenever they had to go out on a call. The joke had later formed into a running game when Danny had told Cass, “fighting gods is a pass-time, it is humanity that the real fight is against.” (He had trip over a curb and laid on the ground for several minutes before she asked if he was okay.) She said it wasn’t the most concerning thing he said to her and Steph chimed in claiming, “on a scale of one to ten that statement rates at a three.”

Jason had asked why Cass and Steph always got the weird ambiguous statements and he got cryptic shit about his “soul”.

(Damian had pointed out that at least he wasn’t being constantly referred to as a baby.)

I Call Bingo, which they still played whenever a situation required more than one of them, became “on a scale”

Dick was sure that “having given up on optimism, I find your enthusiasm to be overly bright” should be ranked higher then “I don’t like two-stepping but I’m from the mid-west, so do you know how to line dance?” (Danny and Duke had gotten into an awkward side step where they kept blocking each other.) Damian said the wording seemed passive-aggressive but the tone was too positive to be rude so he gave it a three. Jason said it sounded like a bad pick up line and gave it a two.

They often debated and defended the score they gave with Barbara chiming in over coms. She had never met Danny as Oracle but he was a regular at the public library. He was always polite and respectful and had quickly become one of her favorite patrons. Like Steph and Cass she also got odd statements but hers felt more like half-hearted jokes.

Bruce didn't always join in on their game but it wasn't surprising to see the occasional score placed in their reports. (They had a file dedicated to Danny's remarks. Originally it was to keep track of what they knew about him but at this point it was just to let the others know what he said this time.) Alfred was roped into it even if he didn't really participate unless asked. ("Hey Alfie, what would you give 'i'm glad i don't have to fight my food to eat it but if Batburger keeps giving me the wrong thing I'm summoning Lunch Lady.' Cause Tim says two but I think it's a five.") (He gave it a four.)

Post 4

[spacedace]

Still thinking about the Social Worker Jazz concept that @gilbirda posted about and it's slowly turning into a full Anger Management fic send help

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Jason at length - much longer than it really should have taken really - set the resume down.

The new Social Worker’s resume. Because she was there, in his office, trying to convince him to hire her as a member of his criminal organization.

Crime Alley’s new social worker. A bright eyed Midwestern transplant from some tiny speck of a place that only qualified as a city because there was nothing bigger in a hundred miles in any direction to claim otherwise. The new social worker who had a Psy D. and three masters degrees and who had graduated Valedictorian. The one that had high paying private gigs lined up all over the country with the offering companies fighting over her.

The one who had, apparently, decided to take a shit job in Gotham’s shoddy social services department instead. The one that got kicked to Crime Alley - which was its own division despite technically being a small neighborhood in the grand scheme of things - within her first month. Supposedly for the sole purpose of scaring her off or getting her killed for all the questions she was asking and secret dealings she was sticking her nose into.

That social worker.

“I’m gonna need you to run this by me again.” Jason said, never so grateful for the voice modulator in his helmet as he was in that moment. It stripped out the bewilderment that had bled through into his words and made him sound stoic instead.

“I’d like to work for you.” The social worker - one Dr. Jasmine Nightingale - repeated primly. Back straight, clothes neat - if skewing more on the librarian side of professional - expression confident and hopeful. Completely and utterly oblivious of how fucking insane she sounded. “I was told that you’re the person in charge of Crime Alley.”

He resisted the urge to scrub at his face. It’d just look weird with his helmet on and not do anything to actually settle him in that moment anyway. “I understood that part.”

“Look, Doc,” She earned a doctorate and she was crazy enough to waltz into the office of one of Gotham’s most powerful Crime Lords, he’d be respectful about using her proper title at least, even if he suspected she was ten pounds of crazy in a five pound bag. “You’re going to have to tell me why. I was under the impression the only reason you ended up dumped on our end of the city ws because you wouldn’t play ball. But now you want to sign up for my crew?”

Nightingale frowned a little at that.

“Is that what people are saying?”

“What else are they gonna say?” Jason answered, leaning back in his seat, “Head of the department only dumps Crime Alley on folks he don’t like. And everyone knows he doesn’t like anyone that can’t or won’t play his game by his rules.”

“Alright, well. I’ll give you that.” Nightingale conceded, “Payne doesn’t like me. The feeling’s mutual. But for the record,” She added giving him a wry smile, as if sharing wry smiles with Red Hood was just something people did, “I asked to be assigned to the Park Row and Bowery neighborhoods.”

“You wanted to work here.”

“Yes.”

“Bullshit.”

Nightingale laughed. It was a bright sound. Not especially clear or pretty, but warm and welcoming in a way that carefully calculated giggles or overdone guffaws couldn’t be. Something with real and honest amusement in it, that encouraged those nearby to laugh along. Not the kind of involuntary, nervous chuckling people tended to slip into when they thought they had pissed someone that scared them off.

She just wasn’t intimidated by him at all, was she?

Behind his helmet, Jason found himself smiling. Just a bit.

“I’m serious.” She assured, blue-green eyes meeting the dark stare of his helmet without a moment of hesitation. He watched as she brushed a lock of her bright red hair behind her ear and out of the way. She’d woven it all into a practical, neat braid but a few sly pieces had snuck out to bounce around her. Gilding her quiet professionalism with a playful charm that worked well with her academia but make it cottagecore kindergarten teacher aesthetic.

“I’ll admit, Gotham wasn’t part of my plan when I first graduated. Time and choices take you funny places sometimes.” She plucked an invisible bit of lint off her soft blue cardigan, not nervous but absent as her gaze went distant for a moment. Thinking back on the events that had led her to his fine city. In a blink, those sharp eyes were back to focusing entirely on him. “But Gotham is where I am now, and I want to help.”

She looked at him, a serious, determined expression settling easily on her face. “The city as a whole has so much chaos and crime breaking out all the time.” No censure or horror in her voice, just a neutral fact to be observed. “But where the rest of the city has millions of dollars poured into it by various foundations or charities run by the Waynes, Park Row is largely ignored.”

Jason watched as steeliness sharpened her gaze, the blue-green shifting from the shine of a bird’s wing to the warning hue of something poisonous and deadly. “No one deserves that. No one.” Her chin tilted up, proud but not imperious. “So yes, I want to work here. There are people in Park Row and the Bowery who need help and I refuse to let any of them feel like they are going to be ignored.”

Jason considered her.

Really looked at her. Pealing back his initial off handed impression of her as some clueless transplant in over her head with no idea of what she was doing or what she was poking her nose into to find the real woman beneath. Her confident poise, her clear unshakable belief, her unflinching willingness to look danger in the eye and not blink. The tense curve of her frown, the lines of pain at the corners of her eyes, the simmering anger beneath it all. There was an edge to her, too. Something sharp and dangerously well hidden by the cardigan and folksy charm of her accent.

It was personal for the woman before him, Jason realized. Maybe not Crime Alley specifically, but something about the whole situation. The treatment the neighborhood and its residents received from the city at large, from those even beyond it.

Crime Alley wasn’t a place that received much in the way of charitable thought. The average joe with their house in Somerset and job at some corporate shithole hating every second of their life but thinking at least I don’t live in Crime Alley. Those asshole hoity-toites in city hall throwing money around equally between shit that’d get them re-elected and their off-shore slush funds in the Caymens doing their damn level best to pretend the black mark on the other end of the city just didn’t exist. Bruce, flooding the entire city with charitable programs and carefully constructed infrastructures shying away from the manifested grief and trauma that was the place he watched his parents get murdered.

For the most part no one from outside of the Alley gave a shit about the Alley other than as a place to avoid at all costs. And most of the time those natives that manages to claw their way out into better and brighter lives didn’t ever turn to glance back. Orpheus could have learned a thing or to from an ex-Alley Kid who managed to eek out a steady 9-to-5 and move to Burnley.

And something about that seemed to piss Dr. Jasmine Nightingale Psy. D right the fuck off.

He could see why Bill said he liked her enough to let her in.

“Alright.” He said, tilting his head, watching the woman seated across from him carefully, “Still doesn’t explain what you’re doing here. Why you’re trying to get on my payroll.”

“I’m not trying to get on your payroll.” She said, some of the glinting edge softening, but the steel remaining. Strong and unyielding. “I’m trying to get into your community outreach program.”

Jason thanked god and all the saints once again for the gift of his helmet. That baby had saved his ass more times than he could count both by keeping his head in one piece and keeping his stupefied expressions wrapped up and hidden from view. Dr. Nightingale was one hell of a woman to make him have to rely on that fact twice in one conversation.

“Wasn’t aware that was something I had.”

Nightingale, not fortunate enough to have a full face covering helmet of her own, had nothing to hide her stupefied expression behind. Jason had a feeling she might have removed it to make sure he saw even if she did though. She looked like she had caught him eating glue like it was a cheese stick.

“Yes you do.” She said, sounding deeply confused but unshakable confident in what she was saying. “I’ve seen it. The soup kitchens, the shelters, the collection boxes for donating old clothes, the after school day care.” Nightingale ticked off on her fingers, “I’ve lived here for less than two weeks and I’ve lost count of all the things I’ve seen setup to help people struggling in the area that I’ve been very reliably informed you and your organization are behind.”

Oh.

Those.

“Those aren’t part of some community outreach program.” He said, “We are simply locals offering services for our neighbors.”

He watched as her caught-him-eating-glue expression shifted into one that said she’d stumbled upon him licking electrical sockets for a mid-day pick-me-up instead. He had to give it to her, the woman was not afraid to let one of the most dangerous men in the city know she thought he was a fucking idiot.

“Let me see if I understand this right.” She said, and he appreciated that there wasn’t any kind of condescension in her voice, even though she very clearly thought he’d been dropped on his head as a baby. Possibly from the top of a three story building. “You have a large group of people working together to plan, organize and execute multiple services in your area - your community, if you will - that provide aid and support to those that otherwise would not receive it. Reaching out with your available time and resources to offer these services, that you provide. For free.”

Alright, Jason got it. He had stumbled ass backwards into creating a community outreach program. But he wasn’t just going to let her think she won this one. He was Red Hood, he had a reputation to uphold here.

“What makes you think any of that is free?” He tilted his head at just the right angle, the one that cast shadows across the planes of his helmet and made him look hell-touched and terrifying. “Just because we don’t charge money, doesn’t mean there isn’t a price to pay.”

Dr. Nightingale, dressed like a damn kindergarten teacher, laughed at him.

[strawbeerossi]

Sunday Mornings

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Spencer Reid

Description: When you get a morning off to share together, Spencer just wants to be as close as he can to you.

Content/Warnings: Cockwarming, reader and Spencer are fluffy, some slightly sub!Spencer.

Word Count: 0.6K

Kinktober Day Three: Cockwarming

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“You’re being so clingy today Spence.” You’d commented, stating the obvious due to the fact that Spencer was laying on top of you. His head rested comfortably against your chest as he relished in your fingers twisting and pulling at strands of hair. 

“I just wanna be close to you. We hardly ever get time to lay together.” That much was true, there was a reason that he is as touch starved as he is at the moment. Holding him doesn’t bother you, so you don’t complain.

Instead, you let out a content hum. “Yeah.. We got lucky today though. I think we should bask in it to the fullest extent.”

It had been two hours since you both woke up, not even opting to get out of bed as you were curled up with one another under the sheets, the warm glow of the early morning sunrise seeping in through your curtains. It was something straight out of a romance movie. 

“I agree. I love being here with you. Just us. No unsubs, no team..” Spencer was offering a soft smile while letting his head lift slightly, his honey colored eyes glistening from the sunlight gleaming off of them. “I know it’s probably too early but I have a request.” 

“Too early? Are you trying to have sex with me, Dr. Reid?” Your words were light, teasing as you crinkled your nose in a fond manner. The words had his cheeks bright red, head shaking rapidly. “No! I mean, I like having sex with you but I don’t wanna do that now.. Ask me later.” It was his turn to joke without clearing his throat.

“I wanted to ask if I could..” He began while blushing once more. “Put uh, put it inside?” 

His awkwardness was cute, the way he felt weird mentioning sex or saying things alone with dick, pussy, anything really. 

“You want to put your cock inside of me?” You ask, filling in the gaps. You spoke fluent Spencer Reid after three years of being with him.

“Y-yes.” The mere thought caused his cock to harden. “I just wanna be close to you.” He added softly while pushing himself to sit up some.

“You can do that, baby. You know that you can just ask next time.” Your words were teasing as your hips lifted off the mattress, panties and bottoms being tugged down your legs, your partner’s eyes trailing down your naked lower half while a little whine slipped from his lips.

“Come on, Spence.” Your words were soft and sweet, your hand coming down to gently tug the sleep pants down his legs along with his boxers. “Hold on, make sure to lick your hand first.” You commanded, a soft hum leaving your lips while watching the male nod quickly, always following instructions so well. 

As his tongue licked the palm of his hand, he gave his hardened cock a few strokes before he was aligning the thick head with your glistening pussy. “Go ahead, I’m comfortable.” Your assurance made the male nod while his shaft was slowly sinking inside of your inviting warmth. It was enough to elicit a little whimper as he let his eyes flutter shut.

As he lowered his body down to lay on you again, he was shifting to get comfortable while letting his hands slowly wrap around your torso. You had to sit up a bit to allow his arms to engulf you in a hug but you weren’t complaining at all.

“I just wanna lay with you all day like this, not even move. So warm.” His voice was slurred, already dozing once more. Getting time to enjoy each other’s presence was rare, just as rare as getting a good nap at any point of the day. You’d continued your movements, nails lightly scratching Spencer’s scalp to lull him into a peaceful sleep.

The soft snores filling the room caused a soft laugh to leave your lips, eyes closing as you let your eyes flutter shut. This was like heaven. Warmth, wrapped up in one another intimately while savoring every single moment together.

[sukiipjs]

❧ ROAD TRIP

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↳ chris sturniolo x fem reader

↳ words - 2144

↳ summary - you and chris are best friends. you, him and all your other friends go on a road trip but then there’s not enough seats, then only one bed, and well eventually feelings start to come out.

↳ contains - swearing, kissing, use of y/n, idk fluff

↳ song - infrunami by steve lacy

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me, chris, matt, nick, nate, and madi are all going on a road trip for the summer, cause why not. we’re currently packing our bags into the trunk of the car, trying to fit everything, “shit i can’t fit mine,” chris keeps trying to shove his bag in the corner, “then put it up front, there’s room,” nick scoff and pulls chris’ bag from him, opening the passenger seat and throwing it in front of the seat.

“we got everything?” i ask as i try to make sure i’m not forgetting anything, “yeah we’re good, let’s get in” matt says as he gets in the drivers seat. chris closes the trunk then everyone else gets in the car. nate in the passengers seat, nick on the left, madi in the middle then chris on the right, just as i’m about to get in i pause, “where the fuck am i supposed to sit?”

“what do you mean?” matt turns his head to the back of the car, seeing all the seats full, “guess you’ll go in the truck,” chris snickers as i roll my eyes, “yeah i think that’s full,” i say full of sarcasm.

“just sit on chris’ lap or something,” nate says, trying to hide his smirk. for a moment me and chris try to find out something else until nick interrupts us, “shut up you love birds and just sit down,” both of our faces burst with red, “shut up nick,” chris spits back as i start to climb in the car, setting myself on chris’ lap as i mumble under my breath.

“finally, let’s goooo” nate laughs as i eye madi, i always tell her about me and chris, i mean it’s not like i like chris, we’re best friends, sure he’s hot and maybe i’ve thought about it before but no. she thinks that we should just suck it up and make out, she’s definitely enjoying seeing the embarrassment between us while me on his lap.

an hour and a half into driving, two and a half hours left, we stop at a gas station and all get out, “god finally,” chris stretches out as we all stand outside, matt filling up the car. “y/n/n wanna go get snacks?” madi asks as i follow her inside the gas station store, we go down to the drinks at the end of the store, “sooo…” i roll my eyes knowing exactly what she’s going to say, “so what?”

she laughs a little, “the tension, i mean it’s unbearable,” i grab a dr pepper from one of the fridges, “noooo, we’re best friends there’s nothing there okay?” she laughs again, her grabbing a pepsi, “i’m tired of those excuses, you and him would be so cute honestly, and there have been.. times,”

by ‘times’ she just means the awkward moments of when me and chris end up in a weird situation, him having to pretend to be my boyfriend for my family, when he accidentally kissed me, or when he picked me up from a bar when i was super fucking drunk (i thought he was my boyfriend too, i don’t even have a boyfriend??), but we don’t talk about those times.

my phone buzzes and i look at the screen, “chris wants us to get him a pepsi,” i laugh a little as i grab a pepsi from the fridge, me and madi finish up our conversation about chris, not like thats important. we then grab a few bags of chips and pay. we walk back out of the store and go back by the car, talking with everyone until we get back in the car and drive off once again.

i’m on my phone, still on chris’ lap as i text with madi, my headphones in as other people listen to their music and talk. i start to notice something hard under me, that’s not his leg, i look over to chris and see him staring at my legs, even biting his lip a little. he then catches me looking at his staring and turns his head away immediately, his face bright red.

madi 🫶🫶

| holy shit did you see that?

| his staring? yes 💀

| i told you, the tension is UNBELIEVABLE

| i think he’s hard too…

| WHAT?

| i need this ride to be over.

and eventually it is, after those two and a half hours. we get to the hotel, parking the car and getting out, chris adjusting his pants as me and madi look over at each other, her trying not to burst out laughing.

we get out all our bags as nick checks in at the hotel getting our keys, three rooms with two beds each. we get the the hallways of where the rooms are, “who’s with who?” matt asks. some people start talking about who they want until it just gets to arguing, “okay okay, everyone shut up.” nick stops them as he thinks of something and takes out his phone.

“here’s a random number generator, one to three. whoever gets the same number goes with each other, if you get the same number then do it again, yeah?” we all agree on it and nick goes first, he gets one. then nate, he gets three. then madi, she gets one. then me, i got two. then chris, he gets one, he goes again and gets two. FUCK. “okay so matt you with nate then,” i eye at madi again before nick hands us our keys and we all go into our rooms, me with chris…

“the fuck?” chris scoffs as we walk into our room, “what?” he nods his head to the ‘beds’ theres only one bed. “oh,” me and chris drop our bags in the room and go back to nick, “i thought you got three rooms, two beds each?”

“i did?” nick turns around to see chris and me, “well come look at ours cause it definitely doesn’t have two beds.” nick walks with me and chris to our room and he sees the one bed. “uhh, my bad.”

“my bad?” chris mocks as him and nick argue for a little until i interrupt them, “guys stop, i’ll just sleep on the floor, chris gets the bed,” i roll my eyes. chris sighs, “fine with me,” nick walks back to his room.

madi 🫶🫶

| there’s a pool, let’s go

| i’ll meet you there

i walk into the bathroom of the room, changing into my swimsuit then going back out and putting my other clothes by my bag, “where are you going?” i laugh a little, “there’s a pool, me and madi are going,” chris lays on the bed, on his phone as he talks, “you’re welcome to come,” i smile as i walk out of the room.

when i get to the pool room i see madi there, we both get in the pool, “there’s only one bed in our room,” i say as i bury my face in my hands, “i’m on the floor though,” she laughs, “you shouldn’t be, you guys need to suck it up and get rid of that tension, fuck it off you know?” i roll my eyes, “how about fuck that idea?”

as me and madi hang out and swim the door to the pool room opens and here comes everyone else, “the funs finally here!” nate shouts as he walk in and jumps into the pool, “more like the funs leaving,” madi laughs as matt and nick walk over to sit on the edge of the pool then chris jumping in.

“chris!” i shake my head a little, getting some water off my face that got in my eyes. “oh i’m soooo sorry your majesty,” he snickers as he starts to swim around, madi looking at me in a ‘you two kill me’ way and i mouth at her to shut up as i go back to swimming.

we all hang out for a while until it gets later and we go back to our rooms, cleaning up so we can all go to dinner soon. i take a shower as chris lays on the bed, on his phone once again. i get out and dry off mostly then i realize i forgot to bring my clothes in the bathroom, “chris!! can you get my black dress from my bag?” he yells back then grabs it, coming up to the bathroom door, “can i come in?” he asks as i finish wrapping my towel around myself, hiding my body then opening the door. chris hides his eyes with his hand and the other holds out the dress, “thanks,” i laugh as i take the dress, closing the door then changing into it.

when i’m done in the bathroom i get out, going to my bag trying to find my jewlery, when i find it i lean my phone against some cabinet so i can see myself in the camera as i put on my jewlery, “you look good,” i laugh a little, turning to him as i put in my other earring, “not too bad yourself,”

“you almost ready to go? we’re just meeting everybody else there,” i nod as i grab my phone, closing it and putting it in my bag as chris gets up and leads us to the door.

we make our way to the restaurant where we meet everyone else. we talk, eat, and laugh for a good few hours, around 7pm when we all walk back to the hotel, madi and nick then going into their room, matt and nate in theirs and me and chris in our room.

chris gets out of his clothes and puts on sweatpants, no shirt. he starts to get in his bed and go on his phone as i start to grab a blanket i packed and lay it down on the floor, then grabbing my pillow and setting it down then i start to lay down.

“what are you doing?” chris looks over his phone, seeing me laying on the floor, “what do you mean? sleeping?” he laughs some as he sits up on the bed a little, “do you really think i’m making you sleep on the floor? come here,” he nods his head toward the bed, “really?”

“of course, y/n. you’re not sleeping on the floor.” he pulls the blanket of the bed up a little, and making room for me. i get up and slip into the bed and cover the blanket over me, “thanks chris” he smiles then turns on his side to check his phone before turning back, “wanna watch a movie or something? i’m not honestly not even that tired,”

i grab my laptop from my bag and we decide on a movie. while watching it i feel his leg kick me under the blankets, i kick his back a little then lay my leg on top of his as we both focus on the movie. i then feel a hand go to my thigh as we lay our legs on top of each others. i try to look over at chris not turning my head and i see him staring at the blankets that cover our body’s. i turn my head to him as i feel his thumb gently rub at my thigh, his head turns to me as well and as soon as i know it hes kissing me. HES KISSING ME.

he then quickly pulls away, “i’m sorry. oh god. i’m sorry..” he moves away his hand and leg from me as tumbles off the bed, he walks to the bathroom and shuts the door trying to get away from me. for a moment i stay frozen in shock but then i get off the bed, closing my laptop and putting it away as i walk over to the bathroom, knocking on the door, “chris. can i come in?” for a little he doesn’t say anything but then he slowly opens up the door, i see him standing in front of it, his face bright red as i grab his face, pulling him in for another kiss. he kisses me back deeply as i hold his face in my hands, his hands moving to my waist.

i pull away and look up at him, smiling, “come back to the bed,” we both walk over to the bed, getting in once again as chris’ head turns to me, “y/n.. i really like you,” i smile as i lift the blanket over us again, “i really like you too chris,”

we both get comfortable again as we lay on our sides, facing each other, “goodnight,” chris smiles as he kisses my forehead, “goodnight,” i turn to my other side and i get ready to sleep as i feel chris’ arms around me, holding me tight as we both drift off to sleep.

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[stevie-petey]

we thought love was something (we weren't meant to find)

﹂ season two of "come home"

as you approach a year since will's disappearance, things seem to be back to how they were. you still have jonathan and the boys, hawkins is boring again, and you and steve harrington aren't really friends. you convince yourself that it's fine, but time can't heal all wounds, and you sure as hell have your fair share of them. when will starts having episodes and your brother hides a literal monster from you, junior year becomes a lot more painful than it already was. (and because you can never win, steve gets dragged into it). (more complicated feelings arise). (as usual).

episode one: MADMAX - what does steve fear more ? you or the plague ? currently it's you, some guy with an awful mullet stares you down in the parking lot (gross), nancy invites you to a party from your nightmares, and you become an official unlicensed therapist for will. yay for junior year !

episode two: trick or treat, freak - you and nancy have a bonding session in the library (kinda hot tbh), billy gives jonathan and steve a common cause to unite on: Protect Y/N, you're a chauffeur to a very sad steve harrington, and dustin uses will's trauma to his advantage.

episode three: the pollywog - you lecture jonathan about daddy issues and then have an intellectual debate about healthy relationships, you play Mr. Love Dr with Steve, nancy and jonathan go on a sick side quest (and actually inform you this time !), meanwhile: you're about to put a leash on your damn brother.

episode four: will the wise - jonathan is gone for one day and suddenly all hell breaks loose, your hesitant friendship with steve is already rocky (thanks billy) but steve is hot when he's angry tbh, you become a couple's counselor to lucas and max (sorry dustin), and you're now officially the world's worst cat owner ever. and babysitter. but what else is new ?

episode five: dig dug - you and dustin bury a body and con your mother into fleeing town, great sibling bonding time ! you play hockey with a monster, dustin gets ghosted by his friends, and now it's your turn to kidnap steve (technically dustin does, but you don't stop him) who later gives you some terrifying realizations.

episode six: the spy - dustin and steve haggle a butcher, you throw some meat at steve and then have a weird conversation about love, you stop dustin from becoming an incel, and then you wrestle some demodogs like any real woman would. side note: steve is hot protecting the kids.

episode seven: the mind flayer - jonathan is back and has a lot of questions and you have even more for him, the gang gets back together and ties will to a chair, you tell the kid a story to distract him from his demons, steve is a confused mess but at least youre with him, and someone makes a surprise appearance (her name rhymes with shell).

episode eight: the gate - you encourage nancy to take your place (everyone is shocked), you and steve are the newest babysitters in town, billy ruins things as always, tunnels are weird when youre concussed, you remind jonathan of an old promise, and when the snowball comes you make your own promise with steve that you know you can keep.

⌑ set between seasons 2 and 3

﹂ episode nine: the fall - surprise ! life still carries on even with minor brain damage from constant concussions :( on the bright side, you and the gang all become homies. meanwhile, steve grapples with the warm fuzzies and parental issues before his worst nightmare happens: you meet robin. the horrors !

⌑ status: FINISHED

⌑ season two title based on this song x

⌑ blurbs set within "come home" can be found here x

⌑ “come home” season masterlist

*note: this is a part of my stranger things rewrite, “come home”, and other seasons can be found linked above :)