#guess what i didnt get the call to pick up my car today

[adw520]

cant sleep because i cant stop thinking about how the mechanic was a bit of an asshole to me for no reason when i got my car finally taken in

[inmyminditsreal]

Solving crimes and crushes

Fem!reader x spencer reid

Word count: 1.8k

Summary: You're filling in for an agent at the BAU, but are surprised to find you like one of the team members a little too much.

It was early morning when you got a call from your old friend Aaron. You hadn't spoken to him in a while, so you almost instantly pick up.

"Hey Aaron is everything alright? you don't normally call out of nowhere.” you say, a little more excited than you should've. 

"Yeah Y/n everything is fine except one of our teammates got injured in the field and is currently in the Hospital. I was wondering if you could fill in for her? That is, if you’re not too busy.” He says in a timid voice. 

“I would love to fill in, how is your teammate? Is she alright?” you respond. 

“She’s in stable condition as of now. Her name is Agent Jareau. You were also wondering if you could come in today. You already knew where the office is.” he replies. 

“Of course, I'm on my way.”you say before hanging up and almost running to grab your keys. 

In the car you're starting to get nervous. Are they gonna like you? Well, they don’t even know you, and you're filling in for their hurt friend. You wouldn't exactly be chipper to meet you if you were them. 

Arriving at the office, you're met with an elevator with a lot of floors.

“Shit”, you mumble under your breath. You pull out my phone and send a quick text to Aaron saying,

“Which floor is it again? So confused.”

he responds saying, “6th.”

You press the button and hope that you make a good impression. 

You walk in and meet a very nice woman with colorful clothes you learn whose name is Penelope Garcia. She walks you to Aarons office but she calls him Hotch. You guess now you would have to as well.

“Y/n!” Aaron said brightly “It's great to see you, I see you’ve already met Penelope” he added gesturing to Penelope who was peeking through the doorway.

“It's great to see you too Hotch, thank you for this opportunity!” you say with as much pep as you can muster.

 “Let me call a briefing,” he said with a stern tone. 

“Sure, just let me put my things away.” you say having no idea where to put them. 

“I'll show you where you can” Penelope squeaks from the doorway.

“That would be great thanks!” 

After putting my things down and chatting with Penelope, she leads me to the briefing room. You walk in and are instantly met with eyes all over you. 

Hotch begins, “Team, this is Y/n L/n and she is filling in for JJ.”

“Hi everyone” you say with a meek voice.

“These are agents Derek Morgan, Emily Prentiss, and Dr. Spencer reid.” Hotch continues as you shake everyone's hands, everyone except for the Doctor. Everybody sort of stares at you and snickers as you look like an idiot holding your hand out in front of him. 

“He doesn't shake hands,” Hotch says.

“Oh I'm sorry,” you say quickly. 

“No worries,” Spencer says.

You take my seat wondering about the Doctor but, you don’t have much time to think as the briefing starts. Penelope starts with the briefing and you're listening intently.

 After Penelope is finished, Emily says, “I get he's lighting them on fire but, how are the flames green in the picture, is it a glitch”?

 you hear Spencer start to explain but you quickly say back,

“You can make green fire by mixing together borax or boric acid with methanol to make green flames, and its copper compounds that make flames green, sodium compounds that make them yellow, and calcium compounds that make them orange. Or this guy could have sprinkled some chemicals onto the fire to make it green.”

Everybody looks at you like you're insane. You fucked up didnt you? Spencer especially looks at me intensely. 

“What?” you say confused.

“Thanks,” Prentiss says, sounding surprised.

After the briefing is done and my embarrassing moment is hopefully a far away memory, you go to collect you're things when Hotch says  “Wheels up in 30.”

You Walk over to my desk you were recently given to pick up your things, when somebody approaches. 

“How’d you know all that stuff?” Spencer asks, taking you by surprise. 

“Oh uh about the fire? I read about it a while ago.” 

He smiles subtly and responds with a soft, “Me too.”

After you take your seat on the plane, you feel like you screwed up your first day, that you haven’t even finished. 

Someone sits down next to you to your shock and a little discomfort. It’s Spencer, which makes me extra shocked. 

“Do you mind if I sit here?” He asks softly while avoiding eye contact.

You can’t help but hear Morgan and Prentiss stifle their giggles. 

“Yeah of course.” you reply sweetly. 

There's a few minutes of horrible silence before it's broken by Morgan saying,

“So what do we know about our unsub?” 

“What we do know is he killed 3 people by burning them to death.” Prentiss says.

“We also know he killed only men, in their twenties, and they all went to the same University, North Carolina state ” you add reluctantly.

“And that’s where we’re going.” Hotch adds while coming to take a seat closer to everyone.

“This guy didn’t want to be seen, he only killed at night and was probably covered in a hoodie or dark clothing. He waited until these kids were out drinking and followed them out. When he cornered them, he would pour a methanol and boric acid mixture on them and set them on fire with matches.” Spencer states.

The rest of the plane ride went smoothly, other than the little looks you and Spencer kept sharing. Why did he keep glancing at you? And why did you keep glancing at him? 

We arrive at the college and split up into groups. Of course you and Spencer are in a group together. We begin interviewing the students, everyone seemed shaken up. Poor kids. You finish at the college and follow some leads. All of them lead to dead ends except for one. A girl you had met in the science room, as you talked to her, you couldn't help but notice her journal, which was covered in drawings of flames, but they were all different colors. She even wrote out the instructions to make each flame. 

You glance up at Spencer, who returns your look of worry. 

“What are those drawings about?” you ask her politely. 

“Oh. These are just for a science project.” She says a little impudently while closing her book and placing it into her bag. 

“Thanks for the information.” Spencer says before walking off. You follow closely behind.

 “Hi, is there anything else you need?” The teacher asks. 

“Yea. Have you been working on anything to do with flames, or different compounds for different colored flames?” Spencer says quietly.

“Flames. flames… Nope, Sorry nothing to do with flames.” She replies.

You walk off feeling more and more suspicious of the girl with the book. After heading back to the station you look further into this girl's life. Her name is Mikalya Sterman, and from what you can tell she’s your criminal.

 Suddenly Hotch rushes in while saying, “There’s been another victim, same college, same gender, and age. We have to go now.”

Rushing to the car, you somehow are sitting with Spencer. You are solving a crime yet you still can’t get the adorable Doctor out of your head. 

“How are you feeling about this case?” you ask desperately to break the silence.

“I think it's the girl we met, I mean, the drawings, the behavior, everything. She has to be our criminal.” He utters.

“Yea, I mean why else would she lie about those drawings. Also, I like your tie.” you say and immediately want to jump out of the car.

The car stops and Hotch and Prentiss get out of the driver's seat and you quickly follow. You try to run away from Spencer by speed walking to the scene and hiding your face. It doesn’t work. 

“Thanks, I typically wear ties that match the rest of what I’m wearing like- this. So uh thanks.” He says holding out his sweater. 

“Cute.” you add with a smile. 

“Lovebirds, time to solve a crime!” Morgan states from the scene while Prentiss is laughing her ass 

off.

Hotch rolls his eyes. Spencer and you quickly walk to the scene.

While examining the body you find a pendant hanging across the victim's neck.

“This belonged to Mikalya. I remember seeing her wear it while we were talking.” you tell everyone.

“Yea she was definitely wearing it.” Spencer adds on. 

“Well what does this mean?” Prentiss asks. 

“It means we need to find our killer.” Hotch states.

He sends you out in groups except, this time you're with Prentiss, not Spencer.

“Soooo- Spencer.” She says coyly. 

“Spencer’s sweet.” you mutter back.

“Mhmmm” she insists “and what else?”

“Okay okay, he’s super cute and sweet and smart and nice, and sweet, an-.” you sputter before she cuts you off with, “Ok ok ok ok! I get it, he’s amazing. Sooo- what are we gonna do about this?”

“Nothing! Jesus, actually- nevermind! I don’t know!” you spit.

“We are looking for a murderer and you’re thinking about my kind-of-crush!” you whisper-yell at her.

“Oh please, they already caught the killer.” She says pointing to where they had, in fact, already arrested the killer.

“B-but! How? I was- WE were right here.” you say.

“Yes but your kind-of-crush was so distracting, you couldn’t even solve a crime!” she laughs.

“Oh my god. What have I become? Emily, help me.” you say sarcastically.

“I’m gonna ask everybody to go for drinks- wait- how about, you ask everybody to go for drinks, I’ll tell everybody else but Spencer to decline! I’m a genius.”

She says slyly before you add “No- yes- wait-okay, fine I’m on board.”

“YES!” she shouts a little too loud for comfort as we both walk back to the cars.

Driving back you weren't in the same car as Spencer despite Emily’s suspicious efforts to change that.

We get back on the plane and Spencer sits down next to you again.

“It’s still okay if I sit with you right?” He mutters.

“Of course Spencer, you don’t need to ask.” you reply with a reassuring tone.

He smiles shyly at your comment and you swear you see him blush.

Back at the BAU everybody gathers and you ask, “Hey does anybody want to go get some food or drinks?” 

Emily winks at you and she's the first to say, “Sorry, I'm so tired. Maybe another time?”

Everyone else goes along with their excuses until Spencers the last one to speak.

“Sure! I'm starving.” He says while putting on his jacket and walking toward you. 

“Great.” you say smiling. We both walk out, and you swear you can hear Emily and Derek chortling from the elevator.

P.s please give me tips!

[m-a-ys-world]

You woke up at 4 am to get you and your daughter ready for the day. You hated getting up this early but it was the only way you could get yourself and her ready on time “Hey, baby girl its time to wake up” you said softly to your 4 year old “Five more minutes mommy” she said rolling over, you giggled softly “No honey you cant be late again”. Once she woke up and you got her dressed it was time to get yourself ready “Ok can you be a big girl and eat your oatmeal while mommy gets ready?” You asked her pinching her cheeks “yes and i wont even make a mess” she said smiling “alright I’ll be right back” you said leaving her to watch The Smurfs. As you were getting ready your phone rang, It was your best friend Claire who was also the assistant manager at your job “Hey Claire” you said into your phone “Hey Y/n you still good to pick me up from the airport” she asked over the phone “Yeah I’m getting ready now” you responded “Oh I almost forgot, guess who i ran into at the airport” she said “who” you asked “Rafa, He’s moving back home” you froze and went silent “he’s moving back like permanently” you asked “yeah I guess, it’s been like what 3 years” she said “mom I finished my oatmeal” you heard your daughter yell from the kitchen “oh claire ive gotta go, i have to get Riley into the car so we can leave” you said snapping out of your daze “Ok, see you soon” Claire said hanging up the phone. “Alright you’ve got everything” you asked Riley grabbing your car keys “yep” she said following you to the door “Ok are your ready to see auntie Claire” you asked her “Yeah! I miss auntie Claire” she said excitedly “She misses you too, come on lets go” you said leaving the house.

It was 6:00 by time you got to the airport to pick up Claire, Riley was so happy to see her. She told Claire everything she did while she was gone the whole ride to her school “Okay baby, give me a hug and I’ll see you later” you said bending down to hug and kiss your daughter “bye bye mommy” she said running to join her friends in the classroom. “Can you believe Rafa is moving back here” Claire said as you got back into the car “not really” you responded dryly “I didnt think he ever would hes been gone forever” she said while scrolling through her phone “I wish he would just stay wherever he was” you said out loud although you meant to keep it to yourself “whats your problem with him, i thought you two were cool” she asked “ yeah well shit happens I guess” you said keeping a blank stare on the road. Claire talked to you the whole ride back to her house but you didn’t really hear everything she said because you were too busy thinking about Rafael. “Ok im gonna go get some rest before my shift today, I’ll see you at work” Claire said as you pulled up to her house and she grabbed her bags from the trunk you waved goodbye and pulled off.

It was 9 am and you already wanted the day to be over, something about knowing Rafa was back made you want to just go home but you couldn’t do that so for now you were just praying you didn’t run into him “whats got you so moody today” Claire asked from behind you “huh? Nothing Im just a little tired” you lied “what are you doing here anyway i thought you weren’t supposed to work until 12” you asked “Jenny called and asked me to cover her for a few hours” she replied “but seriously what’s wrong with you” she asked “Nothing im fine” you lord again “yeah ok, you’ve been in a funk since I told you about Rafael” she said as she was helping you set up to open the store “it’s nothing” she said walking away from her to unlock the doors “will you just tell me” she said laughing a little trying to find out what happened between you and him “will you let it go if i do” you asked, she nodded “fine” you sighed “when he left he just stopped talking to me so i guess im mad at him for that” you said hoping she wouldn’t ask any follow up questions “it’s been 4 years though and im sure he was busy, maybe you should call him” she suggested “exactly its been 4 years and i don’t really wanna talk to him now” you said desperately trying to get off this topic “okay…” she said slightly shocked at how upset you seemed to be with him “I just wanna get through the day so i can go home and watch some tv with my daughter” you said counting down the hours until you got off.

2pm

You felt your phone buzz in your pocket as you were finishing up helping a customer, when you took out your phone to see who was calling you say that it was Riley’s daycare “hello” you said into the phone “Hi, Ms. Y/l/n, I was just calling to let you know that Riley threw up and she has a slight fever we think it would be best if you took her home, shes not looking too good” Rileys teacher said “oh ok, yeah im on my way thanks” you said ending the call and going to find Claire “Hey Claire Rileys Teacher just called shes sick and i gotta go get her do you think i can bring her here” you asked “Ah no sorry Jenny told me shes allowed in the back anymore” she said with an apologetic look on her face “Shit ok uh” you said trying to figure out what you were gonna do “Hey dont worry im off im 30 minutes, go get her and i’ll watch her until you get off” she said trying to keep you from panicking “are you sure you’ve already watched her so many times” she stopped you, pulling you into a hug “of course i know you’re stressed trying to do this alone plus I love hanging out with her” she said “thanks Claire” you said smiling at her.

Once you picked Riley up and got back to your job Claire was off and ready to watch Riley for you “Thanks again Claire I really appreciate it” you said putting your sleeping daughter into the back seat of Claires car “no problem and I’ll bring her home when you get off” she said helping you put Riley and her bag in the car “you know i could keep her for a couple days if you want” she said “no thats ok I think I would feel lonely in the house alone” you said, it had been years since you had the house to yourself but you liked not being alone because you had your daughter “oh my god” Claire said looking behind you “what?” You said turning around to see what she was looking at and boy did you wish you hadn’t turned around. It was Rafa he was there getting ready to walk into your job “Hey Rafa” you snapped your head around as you heard Claire call out to him “Why” you asked her “Oh shit hey” he said smiling coming over to the car “Hey Y/n” he said pulling you into a hug but all you could do was stand there “uh hey” you stuttered out “what are yall up to right now, I was gonna go met up with Diggs it you wanna come” you wanted to punch him in the face because of the way he just wanted to act like nothing ever happened “Oh i cant I’ve gotta work” you said trying your best to avoid looking him in the eyes “I would go but ive gotta watch her kid” Claire said pointing to Riley sleeping in the car “Holy shit you had a kid” Rafa asked “yeah” you answered dryly “oh she’s so cute whats her name” your heart was beating fast and you feel like you were about to pass out. “Riley” you watched him as he looked your- well his daughter “how old is she” he asked “she’s 4” you prayed that he didn’t put two and two together because you really couldn’t handle that situation right now “Holy fuck” Claire said from behind you. You and Rafa turned to see what was wrong “uh I forgot my mom was coming over later and I gotta clean my house” you knew she knew, you also knew she was gonna wanna talk about it and you weren’t ready for that. You saw Diggs walk down the street and he greeted you and Claire, after you all said your hellos Rafa and Diggs walked into the store “Is she his” Claire asked once they were out of ear shot “Claire i really dont wanna talk about this right now” you said looking at the ground “she is isn’t she” you wanted to bury yourself and never come out “so thats why you’re so mad at him, because he left” you just nodded “are you gonna tell him” she asked “no, i dont need his help” you said “well I know that but maybe he should know that hes a dad” she said “yeah but I mean its been 4 years and its not like I havent tried to tell him, he just stopped answering my texts and calls” you could feel yourself getting upset and you just wanted the day to be over “Look i gotta get back to work can we talk about this later” you said realizing your break was almost over “yeah but you should tell him, like now he deserves to know” she said “how, do i just walk up to him and say hey i haven’t seen you in almost 5 years but anyway the kid you just saw is your daughter” your heart stopped when you turned to see Rafa standing in front of the door “what” you wanted to die, you didn’t think this would happen any time soon and definitely not like this but now you had no choice “shes mine” Rafa asked you as he look you in the eyes

God why couldn’t he have just stayed wherever he was

Im leaving you with a cliff hanger because my brain has stopped working

[creatures01lover]

That was a perfect halloween

michael myers x reader mndi/ all characters are over 21

For as long as I can remember I have always loved Halloween, of course I don't get as excited about it anymore, but I still loved the date and it was exciting to think about what I would do and how I would dress up.

When I moved out of my parents' house, I moved to Haddonfield. I had always heard from other people that it was the most "exciting" place to be at that time of year so I guess that, I also got a little job that helped me pay for my stuff, good thing I made some friends and got to enjoy my halloween with them.

today would be the first time I would celebrate halloween here so I was very excited to get back to doing all the activities I had planned, I had even picked out a cute but sexy costume, I had planned to go out partying, maybe go drinking and dancing and come home late as usual, what I didn't count on was that I would be imprisoned.

I was getting ready and finished preparing what I needed for my costume.

I chose a Little Red Riding Hood costume, I was finishing putting on the heels I would wear, they were very nice heels I had just bought, naturally I would have worn something lower but my friends told me I couldn't, so I listened to them.

When I finished getting ready, I saw that I had received a message from my friends, so I opened it, it was a message they were aout of my house

I heard the car horn and excitedly left my room while I grabbed the basket that complemented my costume. I got to the door, grabbed the keys and went out. I ran to the car as I waved to them. "Ready to go?" she said "obviously, I'm ready for anything". and with that we left on the way to the party we were talking about anything, until one of my friends mentioned that hopefully this halloween wouldn't be ruined like it used to happen in the past years, I didn't understand anything, why would it be ruined? they kept tallking about it and i could hear them mention something about a serial killer I decided to ignore the topic and when we finally arrived at the house where the party was, I didn't know many people from the party but that didn't matter, I was there to have fun.

I went to get a drink to start the party, I was dancing with a lot of people but none of them called my attention enough, I don't remember how many beers or glasses I had, but I got bored so I decided to go back alone, I said goodbye and left.

On my way back I ran into a man who had a burnt white mask and a mechanic suit that seemed to be stained with blood, he looked like a tall and strong man but at the distance I was from him I could not be sure of anything, I heard a noise at my side so I turned to look but I saw nothing so I returned my gaze to the front and there was no longer that guy. I soon reached the front door of my house and while I was looking for the keys in the small basket I was carrying, I felt someone's gaze on my back and I started to get nervous, when I found the keys I quickly opened the door and entered, when I turned to close the door, I ran into the guy I had seen before, before I could close the door completely he forced his way in while he grabbed me by the arm and pushed me inside, while struggling I realized he had a knife in his other hand.

I was going to die, I was too young to die, I had not lived anything until now, as I could I let go of his grip and ran in the direction of the kitchen I could not let him hurt me, I took a knife and turned in the direction of the door.

I didn't hear anything or see anyone so I calmed down and that's when i felt something hit my back and when I hit the floor I let go of the knife and it slid away from me, soon I felt a hand grab me by the neck and pushed me to the ground, I could only feel the way his knees pined my legs while keeping them separated, it was scary and i didnt wanted to be there, this shouldnt be the way I die so the only solution was to try and free myself from him but how.

i was trembling what was he gonna do, I was sudenly suprised by the feeling of a hand trailing from de base of my neck down my back and the way it reached the edge of the skirt and how it slipped under it, I could feel how his hands would grop my ass roughly. what was his plan, this maked no sense to me

suddenly he flipped me on my back with keeping hold of my both wrist, he pulled my underware down with force that´s when i panicked and tried kcking him of me, he dodged all of them and pinned them to my chest, I could see his eyes trough the holes of the mask and noticed the way they had darkened, he had blue eyes.

he ripped part of the lace that was in the costume to tie my wrists, so he could use both of his hands, he kept my legs pinned close to my torso,

I could feel his gaze on me I started to move, it was getting too uncomfortable to bear, but it seemed to bother him which only made him hug me tighter and I could feel his hand grabbing my thighs, pontro let go of me and I could notice how he started to unbutton the mechanic overalls he was wearing, it seemed that underneath he only had a white t-shirt that fit him I could notice the muscles as it stuck to his body when he moved.

I soon saw how he lowered his overalls to his hips, I could notice how his erection was marked on the fabric of the boxer he was wearing, I couldn't help but think about how it would feel when that went in if it did, wait what the fuck am I thinking, I shouldn't feel good, I shook my head to get those thoughts out of my mind.

I had to avoid this or I would remember it for the rest of my life, something could happen to me, nothing assured me that it wouldn't kill me after it finished with all this, so I decided that if I couldn't do anything I had to scream it was the only and last option.

I screamed or at least for a moment he heard me and as fast as he could he covered my mouth, he knew it would be a problem, so he took his knife and directed it towards my throat, a few millimeters from my throat he was threatening me so I decided it was better to wait.

so he roughly turned me around this time I had my face to the floor and my hips up, he spread my legs apart with his knee roughly as he accommodated me to his liking, I soon felt the tip of his member at my entrance and he suddenly he bottomed in one motion,

I could feel his gaze on me I started to move, it was getting too uncomfortable to bear, but it seemed to bother him which only made him hug me tighter and I could feel his hand grabbing my thighs, pontro let go of me and I could notice how he started to unbutton the mechanic overalls he was wearing, it seemed that underneath he only had a white t-shirt that fit him I could notice the muscles as it stuck to his body when he moved.

I soon saw how he lowered his overalls to his hips, I could notice how his erection was marked on the fabric of the boxer he was wearing, I couldn't help but think about how it would feel when that went in if it did, wait what the fuck am I thinking, I shouldn't feel good, I shook my head to get those thoughts out of my mind.

I had to avoid this or I would remember it for the rest of my life, something could happen to me, nothing assured me that it wouldn't kill me after it finished with all this, so I decided that if I couldn't do anything I had to scream it was the only and last option.

I screamed or at least for a moment he heard me and as fast as he could he covered my mouth, he knew it would be a problem, so he took his knife and directed it towards my throat, a few millimeters from my throat he was threatening me so I decided it was better to wait.

so he roughly turned me around this time I had my face to the floor and my hips up, he spread my legs apart with his knee roughly as he accommodated me to his liking, I soon felt the tip of his member at my entrance and how I didn't even have time to get used to its size because as soon as it crossed the tightest part of me it started to move as it pleased, in an abrupt and strong way, I felt how it stretched me, it was too much, but it felt so good, it was a mixture of pleasure and pain that I couldn't describe and as soon as everything started, the pain diminished until I only felt pleasure, it felt very good, too good.

he was jackhammering his hips against mine in a brutal pace, he reached so deep, thats what it took, i was a moaning mess way too soon, his dick reached all the good spot inside me and it was so long and thick that i felt so full with him inside me, i started feeling the pool of pleasure that formed in the pit of my stomach , i could feel myself start to clench around him, i was gonna cum, wanted to cum so so bad, but before i could do it, he stoped and changed positions this time. i was faceing him in a mating press and without slipping out he started his rough pace again, and again that knot started forming again, i was cockdumb, and oh it felt good, by this point all that came out of my mouth mas moans and whines, everything i said came out slurred

"s´good, please dont stop" i was having the time of my life, and just like that he was rearranging my insides, but i needed more i was so close again "harder please harder" and just like that he started fucking me imposibly harder, it only took a few more thrusts for me to cum so hard on his dick, mi gummy walls clenched around him, i felt how he came filling me up with his cum.

he pulled out and picked me up in his arms while i was trying to calm down my breathing "that was good mikey, thank you" i snuggeled in his chest, he was going upstairs, "i just want to sleep right now, lets just go to bed love"

yep, michael myers was my boyfriend, and i came up with this idea, i meeted him after 2 month here, but thats not the storie for today

[mrsmoonlightsblog]

Absolute rage consumes me as I write this piece

This essay will contain many topics: mentions of struggling mental health; first hand experience of sexual harassment; thoughts of murder and suicidal thoughts.

Absolute rage consumes me as I write this piece. I am utterly mortified at the realisation that has hit me of what it truly is to be a woman in today’s society. Yes, I have written essays about how disadvantaged women are in society and how badly they are treated. I have had a couple experiences of scary men but nothing that would amount to what I have experienced today.

I have to admit I don’t currently live for myself. For example, what I wear is dictated by the idea that I don’t want to be approached in a way where I’m belittled to just my body parts. Yet, I have just registered in my mind that no matter what you wear you will still be approached in ways you don’t like. Majority of the time, I wear clothes that are a bit bigger on me so my figure doesn’t show and at first I thought it was just my fashion choice but really it was just fear holding onto me from past experiences of being catcalled in leggings and dresses while being in just year 7.

Today, my parents sent me on a mission to find some ice - cream since shops close early on a sunday and we had just cooked horrible waffles, which could not be wasted. Originally, my sister was supposed to go but she didn’t want to because it was raining. So I went and she followed me. I’m walking through the street and someone ran past me. A black man -probably in his 20s. He wore dirty white joggers, a zipped hoodie and shoes. He turned around and started making hand gestures that I’m guessing was supposed to be a warning signal and was saying stuff that would most likely be curse words. I thought nothing of it because it’s just another day strolling through peckham. My little sister was still trudging behind while I walked into the first corner shop.There was no ice- cream so I walked back out to the street and waited for my sister at the crossing.

We crossed the road together and restarted our mission to the next corner shop. I saw the same man again; he stood near a bus stop signal. He walked right past me again and being honest I knew he was saying something to me but all I heard was gibberish. This time I started to pick up my pace cause I was getting anxious. He crossed the street but I still kept an eye on him. He looked at me as if I offended him terribly but I do not know who this man was. He walked off into another street or so I thought. I started picking my pace a bit faster and I looked back to see that he was once again on my tail. I started shaking and called my mother. I told her the situation I was in, she suggested I get into a bus and go to another corner shop a bit further.

The call was cut; I decided to call one of my friends to feel safer and then I walked into the last corner shop on the street. There was no ice- cream so I walked back out. As I walked out the shop, the man following me was clearly looking for me and I didnt realise that till too late. I bumped into him and walked away quickly. If I'm being honest, although I held my sister’s hand, I did not cross the road safely at all. At this point, I was shaking and crying out of fear, so I didn’t care. Fortunately, the bus came at that minute so I hopped on and went to the other corner shops.

The specific ice - cream I was looking for was not in any shops so I went back home. I got sent back out again by myself to just get any ice - cream. At this point, I just felt confused as to what I had just experienced. My phone died. I was walking back home with some random ice-cream in hand. The tears were finally starting to dry. Then all of a sudden, a black car slowed down. I looked over to see another black man, sucking in his teeth and whistling at me telling me to get into his car. Absolute rage consumed me and I was barking profanities at this guy. He finally drove off but he was laughing at me and flipping me off just like I flipped him off. Once again, water works left the windows of my soul but this time I wasn’t just upset. I was furious but I couldn't express it as having a tantrum by hitting the wall and stomping my feet. Instead, I was laughing. If anyone saw me at that moment you would’ve thought I was crazy and delusional. However I just couldn't help myself. 

I guess I’ve finally realised the meaning of being mature,living in this broken society. I can’t report what happened. Even my own parents can't do anything but tell me to get used to it and learn how to defend myself. It’s wicked how this uk government is by caring more about the physical injuries my attackers face through me defending myself, then me being the victim facing this traumatic situation. I googled what the only legal ‘weapon’ I could carry around with me was. I found the results shocking - a rape alarm. The law - makers of this country must be having a laugh. They must be finding some kind of sadistic joy in seeing women suffer. What would an alarm do, especially in a society today that likes to ignore people’s cry for help? I should wait for a strong man to come and help me while another strong man is abusing me - the irony.

 I can really see why they ban weapons though at the same time. If I had a knife in that moment of abosulte rage, I would’ve carved into the face of that stupid,smirking man. I would’ve stabbed him multiple times out of pure anger just to remove that laughing smile off his face. He would’ve looked prettier coated in his own blood, laying back in his car with the life drained out of his eyes. You may think what I’m thinking is absurd or an exaggeration to what happened. But to be honest, this interaction was more than just another catcall. It was the power imbalance expressed during those moments. In these moments, I felt weak and ashamed. I even took seconds to look at what I was wearing to see whether any curves were showing and nothing was. If this experience happened while I was in my suicidal ‘phase’, I would’ve certainly just unalive myself after that experience. I would've finally stabbed myself with a knife, jumped off the edge or walked into a busy road. It was more than just a few gestures expressed, it was just the fact I was a defenceless young woman who had nothing to give but fear. The smirk on both of their ugly faces said that they enjoyed the look of tears running down my face.

It’s easy for me to demand change in the legal aspects. There are already a few laws put in place to ‘protect’ victims but that's clearly not enough because society plays a huge role. For my parents to dismiss my experience as nothing but something I should just get used to is very heart - breaking but I can’t blame them because that’s how society is. Society normalises a lot of detrimental things to the point that people don’t even realise they are victims or abusers to one another. We are taught so many questionable things, that if we even try to question it we are ridiculed, hence the hate for feminism.  Sexual /street harrasment has become so normalised it’s part of society and its a thing every woman should expect happen to them. However, this should not be the case. I should not have to suffer because I am a woman. I should not have to feel that I need to dress a certain way so I wouldn't get the ‘wrong attention’. Even when I proceed to do that, I still get harassed because I’m a woman. A young black woman in a white man’s world. Its certainly revolting realising that i have to go through these experiences over and over again because I’m a woman and if im being very honest, I may go demented if I continue to be on the recieving end on this animalistic behaviour. 

I refuse to be on the receiving end. I refuse to carry on this heinous trend of teaching future generations to just deal with the misplaced anger they feel from these incidents. My anger is completely valid and I'm telling myself right now it was not my fault, it was the fault of the evil society I was born into. I refuse to continue to blame myself for things I did not do. I refuse to be a victim of my own excruciating thoughts letting my panic/anxiety attacks get in the way of living the best I could. I refuse to suffocate because that's what my body tells me to do in these traumatic situations. I want to be happy, what’s so wrong about that. Why has this world forced me into this deep end, just because I am a young, black Nigerian woman who looks and acts mature for my age. Don’t they realise children are growing up too fast because of how twisted society is. It’s not my fault at all and I will keep telling myself this. 

Yet, even at this moment, my thoughts are juxtaposing themselves. I want to tell myself it's not my fault but part of me is reducing myself to rubbish saying I'm the one who caused this to happen. It's not my fault they all say but whose fault is it. I say it's society but saying that seems so ridiculous and unacceptable. I'm second-guessing myself, but confusion litters my mind. However, who am I supposed to blame for these thoughts that dwell in my mind? The fact that the first thing that comes to my mind after experiencing this is murder is very concerning. I could be the next serial killer on an evil vendetta in the future for all I know. However, I pray society does not let us fall down that wicked path. I pray society does not let me carry on suffering from these insane thoughts. 

[thegongoozlerreacts]

Harry Potter: Magic Awakened (Part 2)

so im playing the game for a second time!! after several days of leaving it untouched in my phone after its release lmaooo

so starting off the second(??) day at hogwarts with the aguamenti charm in the greenhouse

but i have one (1) question

why the fuck is Neville Longbottom here?? like,, im not sure what the timeline of the game is but it definitely takes place after the story of harry potter so hello?? Neville why r u here?? did u get held back or smth lmaooo

now onto actually doing the charm

OH WAIT I DIDNT READ THE OBJECTIVE PROPERLY

Neville's a professor!! he's the herbology professor okok that makes sense

lets go another successful battle!! and learned a new spell very cool

also became friends w the bowtruckle, cute!!

why r we gonna talk to the headmistress

oooh dance club

mcgonagall made the dance club?? oh cuz of the yule ball thats cool

i like the game's graphics but its really funny how the character's faces arent moving or changing and u can only get their emotion from their exaggerated body language and gestures

also the npcs faces have like,, a different texture to them lmao?? like it feels more 2d than my character's face

OOHHH I GET TO PICK WHO I CAN DANCE WITH

should i dance with mean girl cassandra or reserved but nice daniel

ok im gonna dance w daniel why is he just staring at the wall

YOOO THERES RHYTHM GAME

that was the easiest rhythm game ive ever played but it was only 1 star difficulty so

oooh there's a map!! (why did i just discover the map only now ??)

oh yeah ivy is missing ahh now's the start of a wild adventure

Objective: Look for Ivy and then there's like an arrow pointing in a direction LMAOAOOA guess looking for her wont be too hard

oh no wait it was just pointing to the door oopsies

ooohh so my chr isnt the only one looking for ivy nice its just the other supporting characters\

time to go on a search!! in one of the classrooms but i doubt ivy would be here

EWWW SPIDERS nice succesfully killed them all

the battles in the game are fun

is that peeves??? now we're fighting him

VICTORY!! i like my character's lil dance when u win a battle its cute

oh hi daniel

oh shoot its filch

no we're in a classroom

its the monster book

oooh ive got a character card for robyn cool is it permanent??

oh no we've lost her and kevin wtf where did they go

oh its that room!!! the uhhh i forgot what it was called but the room that shows up when u need it

IVY?????!??!?!?!??!

mysterious trunk SOMEONE IS INSIDE OF IT WTF

social club?? lol i just picked auto join

LOL its just so funny to see ppl talk in non-cutscenes

like there's my chr blinking and lip-syncing meanwhile the NPCs just have a blank expression, unblinking eyes and talking without their mouths moving

ok but like i know the main story quest in which we find ivy has been completede already but like,, what happened to robyn and kevin that night? and what was the teachers' reactions when ivy showed up again??

wait arent they first year? and didnt the year just start? why is robyn on the quidditch team??? first years arent allowed on the quidditch teams right??? wasnt it a whole thing that harry was on the quidditch team in first year??!??!?!?

well anyways now we're going to hagrid's hut

ah there's gnomes

ooohhh the bludger thing is cool!! i like it very fun

now doing some daily tasks

oooh i got daniel's companion card!! nice also got a buncha new cards from the gacha part of the game

LOL THE HOWLER CARD HAS THE MESSAGE THAT RON'S MOM SENT WHEN HE STOLE THE CAR LMAOAOOA

lol went to the duelling club and duelled the same person twice lmaoo

now im at the dance club and im gonna dance with lottie i picked the flamenco cuz i already did the waltz but its so funny how my chr and lottie was dancing the flamenco while the other students were doing the waltz LMAOAOOA

the rhythm game is fun i like it

ok i think thats enough for today, will play again tomorrow

[xoxambeezy]

12.30.22

Today, I woke up, and here is what happened: I woke up and went to the bathroom. I then said Good Morning to my doggos and kissed King.  I walked Prince first, and I wanted to take him to the p-a-r-k, but i was nervous bc its friday morning and he likes to bark and has had issues at the park numerous times. but he literally dragged me so we went and he was fine, he just didnt poop.

Then I walked queen and she did poop. shes been doing good on our walks lately. she likes to play too. i put on a new/old collar bc hers is breaking. she did fine.

when i walked prince, the water came so after i got them all in, i dragged the bottles in and put one in the dispenser. 

I started getting ready to go to the store bc here i am such a procrastinator and didnt get an outfit for nye, since apparently we have functions to go to. told triston i was getting ready, and asked if he wanted to go. he said yeah give me a sec, so i did. 

oh actually, after the water, i did his laundry for work.

anyways, he took a min and i got ready and asked did he still want to go. he got up and got ready, but i could see he was tired and annoyed so i told him he didnt have to go, but he went anyways, with a whole ass attitude. mind you, i ask to be nice just in case he wants to go. i never want him to feel like i didnt want him with me when i went to do things, and hes been saying he will go, but i guess this moment was different. but he still went. we literally just pulled off and hes huffing and puffing. i asked him whats wrong and did he need to do any shopping and he said no, i told you this last night and yesterday (no he didnt, he said he was gonna go) and i told him to stay his ass home then and he said no hes already in the car and i told him to turn around bc we were right there and he didnt. during the time at the store, he just stood on his phone and when i went to try clothes on he went to the car. i called him and this is how i found out he was in the car. told him he didnt even bother to tell me and he said i was in the dressing room and i said so you cant use your phone to call and hung up. 

let me fucking tell you, i literally hate when he goes out and doesnt even bother to 1. tell me so im worried all through the night, and 2. doesnt invite me. i literally wfh so im home 24/7. i would love to go out, even though i hate when im actually out. its the little fucking things. i mean, i dont have to get invited all the time, but #1 is definitely something i feel he should do no matter what. have me not tell him im even showering and its a big issue and a fight. 

but i digress. anyways, were home now and i didnt get anything. didnt even want to go to another store bc hes vibe was just not it. so i go home and try some things i have already and he was very not into it. like i felt so ugly and ill take that to my grave. finally picked one outfit(might not even wear it) and that was it. 

i knew he was tired, right, so i asked him why not come into the room- he was on the couch, and he said he didnt want to lay down, but was laying down on the couch. 

so i left it alone. he got ready for work and didnt even say bye to us. i literally yelled bye and have a great day and got nothing. oh he brought clothes, so he will be going out after work tonight. 

after he left, i literally was go annoyed and hurt and sad and aggrivated that i took my inhaler bc i was having an asthma attack. then i started cleaning. the room, living room, kitchen, and bathroom. now im working ot and doing laundry. 

a few things i missed though throughout my day. i was reminded i tried to commit suicide almost 6 years ago, and that i miss my grandma more than anything in this entire existence. 

i think thats all. 

[chaos-writes-fanfiction]

Little Fighter

Pairings: post time skip dad Kyotani × fem!reader married couple

Warnings: Some cursing, fluff

You and Kentaro had been married for about 4 years now and had gotten married shortly after graduation having been together since your second year at Aoba Josai. You had a 3 year old son and you were currently 20 weeks pregnant with your second child. Today while Kentaro was at his practice for the Sendai frogs, your son was at daycare so you could go to your doctor’s appointment to find out the gender of your second baby.

“Well Mrs Kyotani, congratulations, you are having a girl” the doctor said

“Really a girl?” You asked

“Yes ma'am” the doctor said “and would you like the prints of the ultrasound?”

“Yes please, I’d like to show my husband and son” you said

“She’s looking very healthy, and is growing perfectly, you are half way through now” the doctor said.

A little bit later as you’re walking to the car from your appointment, you get a phone call from your son’s daycare saying there was an incident and that he needed to be picked up, you agree and try to call Kentaro but he doesn’t answer. You sigh and drive to the daycare. Once there you park and go inside.

“Hello I’m here to pick up my son Kyotani Kaii” you said

“Mrs. Kyotani, yes there was a incident with your son” the daycare worker said

“I was told that over the phone but wasn’t given any details, can you tell me what happened?” You asked

“Well you see Kaii, and the other children were outside playing when the after school kindergartners arrived and joined them outside. Kaii was on the swings by himself when one of the 5 year olds apparently pushed Kaii off the swing he scraped his hands and knees on the ground, then Kaii told him that wasn’t nice and punched him in the face before pushing him over.” The daycare worker said

“Why didn’t one of you stop this, Kaii is only three?” You asked angry

“One of the staff didn’t see anything until Kaii was getting up, then hitting and pushing the other child” she said

“We’re the other parents called and notified as well?” You asked

“Yes but they aren’t able to pick up their child yet” she said

“Bring me my son now” you said “I promise you Kaii will not be returning we will find elsewhere for him to have daycare”

“Mrs. Kyotani I assure you we’re handling this situation, theres no need for that” she said as another woman came out with Kaii and his backpack.

“No miss I assure you once my husband hears of this, he will not be happy either if you think I’m mad you’re lucky you didnt get him to pick up Kaii” you said

“We tried calling him too, but weren’t able to get a hold of him” she said

“Come on Kaii, let’s go see daddy” you said looking at him

He ran up to you, with his arms stretched up with grabby hands wanting to be held. You could see the scrapes on his hands.

“You’ve got to jump baby remember?” you asked

He nods and just looks at you eyes glassy with unshed tears as he gave you grabby hands again. You count to three with him and as he jumps you pick him up comforting him as you move him to your hip. He whines not wanting to be on your hip.

“Come on let’s go see daddy” you said as you walked out

You get to your car and put him in his car seat giving him kisses on his cheeks. He’s still whining a little bit. Once you’re back in the car you drive to the gym where your husbands practice is taking place. You park as close to the entrance as you can get to. Getting Kaii out of his carseat you hold his hand gently because of his scrapes as you walked into the gym where practice is being held.

When you walk in you see Kentaro practicing his serves. When Koganegawa notices you when the door opens.

“Kyo, your wife is here” he said

He turns and sees you, he hands Tsukishima the ball. You release Kaii’s hand and he runs to his dad.

“Daddy” he cried as he ran to him.

Kentaro scooped him up in his arms and held him close to his chest. When Kaii started crying into his dad’s neck.

“What happened?” He asked looking to you for answers

“After my appointment, I got a call from his daycare, asking me to pick him up” you said “they didnt tell me why until I got there, but one of the five year olds pushed him off the swing, he has scrapes on his hands and knees from his fall but he got right back up, punched and pushed over the five year old”

“He was mean” Kaii said

“That’s my mad puppy” he said kissing Kaii’s cheek

“No mad puppy” you said

“What, he stood up to someone bigger than him and only hit after he was hit first” he said “besides hes not going back there anyway”

“He is three Kentaro, no more mad puppy talk, anyway, I told them he’s not coming back, and that they’re lucky I went to pick him up and not you” you said

“Damn right I would’ve cussed their asses out” he said

“Taro! We dont need our toddler swearing” you scold him

“I’m sorry love” he said and he kissed your cheek

Thats when you saw Koganegawa and Tsukishima trying to stifle their laughs. They thought it was funny and rare sight to see the usually aggressive and confrontational Kentaro Kyotani being extremely soft around his wife and son. Kentaro tried to set Kaii down but he whined and held on tighter.

“Okay pup I’ll hold you but let’s go sit so mommy can rest” he said and he took your hand squeezing it as he led you to the benches so you could get off your feet.

“I wasn’t able to hold him how he wanted because I didn’t want him kicking the baby” you said placing your free hand on your bump.

“How was the appointment are they okay?” He asked moving Kaii to sit on his knee one arm around him still holding him so he can place his other hand on your bump too.

“Yes, doctor said they are very healthy and growing perfectly and I know if they are a boy or girl” you said

“Really?” He asked eyes widening “tell me already”

“We’re having a girl” you said smiling

He pulled you into a sweet kiss before leaning down and kissing your belly.

“I love you Taro” you said

“I love you too, all three of you” he said

Bonus:

“Boy or girl?” Koganegawa asked

“Girl” you said

Tsukishima started laughing and Koganegawa groaned.

“Pay up loser” Tsukishima said holding his hand out towards Koganegawa

He groaned again and walking over to his gym bag he pulled put the money and threw it at Tsukishima

“Childish” he said rolling his eyes as he picked up the money

“What did I just miss?” You asked raising an eyebrow at them

“We had a bet going on, as to who’s guess was right for the baby’s gender” Tsukishima said

“How much?” You asked

“Koga bet 5000 yen (about 45.00 usd) that the baby would be a boy” Kentaro said “while Tsuki bet 5000 yen it would be a girl”

[reidsnose]

completely and utterly, wholeheartedly and hopelessly (spencer reid x reader)

overview: spencer helps his best friend talk through her emotions

genre: angst? and fluff

warnings: mentions of cheating, bad coping mechanisms, idrk what else reader being upset for a little bit

a/n: this has been sitting in my notes app FOREVER but idk how i feel ab this one im usually strictly fluff so yall lmk :)

masterlist

you hated talking about your feelings. you knew it was unhealthy to keep it bottled and and 'deal with it on your own' but that didn't stop you from doing exactly that.

the worst part about your feelings right now was that you isolate to cope with them. you didn't want to interact with anyone at all because more likely than not you would lash out at them on accident. it just slips out sometimes.

when you trudged into the bullpen with your head down and your hands fidgeting with your zipper, you didn't even notice all eyes on you. you werent your usual happy self. you weren't being loud, you weren't cracking jokes. you were just begrudgingly existing amongst your favorite people and they knew there was something wrong.

"good morning gorgeous, its a paperwork day! that means no traveling!" garcia informed you brightly, trying to lighten my mood.

"oh. cool. thanks." you answered back, flashing her as much of a smile as you could muster after realizing the harshness of your words.

she shot morgan a look, to which he raised an eyebrow.

"hey pretty lady," he began as he walked over to you, "whats going on? did you drink some grumpy juice for breakfast?"

"no. im fine." you replied flatly, making your way to your desk.

"what in the world.." he whispered to garcia, not knowing you could still hear.

or maybe he did know. maybe he was trying to get on your nerves. no. this is the irritability talking. morgan was just being a good friend.

you groaned at your computer, retyping the same password for the 4th time.

this time Prentiss shot you a look.

"is everything ok?" she asked, smiling slightly.

"yeah my computer is being stupid." you rolled your eyes as it finally let you in.

"oh i know the feeling. if you need any help-"

"I'm alright. thanks." you cut her off, eyes glued to the file you were working on.

JJ, who had witnessed the whole interaction unfold, stood with her mouth agape.

"spence, your bestie needs you!" JJ tapped his shoulder and motioned to you.

he watched your jaw rhythmically clench and unclench. your tell. thats what you always did when you were irritated or angry.

"hey y/n," he hummed, sitting lightly on the corner of your desk, crinkling some of your paper work.

"Reid! my files!" you cried, swatting his thigh. he got up and murmured an apology.

"are you ok?" he asked simply, crouching down to meet your height as you sat in your chair.

"why does everyone keep asking me that!"

you knew why. you were being a bitch.

"you just called me Reid." he stated.

"its your name." you replied, not meeting his gaze.

"yeah but you always-" he began.

"I'm not in the mood right now."

he sighed, "if you need someone to talk to-"

"i don't need anyone to talk to because theres nothing to talk about!" you interrupted, causing him to furrow his eyebrows at the tone of my voice.

'i shouldn't be mean to him. why am i acting like this?' you thought to yourself

"ok, ill be over there if you need me," he threw his hands up in surrender.

you mumbled an ok and went back to distracting yourself with work. you were so invested in filing these cases you completely lost track of time and before you knew it, it was just you, Hotch, and Spencer left in the office. you vaguely remembered waving goodbye to your other coworkers but you didn't remember it being nearly 6pm.

"guys go home, you've done a lot today," Hotch said as he crossed the bullpen, making his way towards the glass doors.

"yeah i will i'm almost done," you answered, not looking up from my screen.

"good night, Hotch," Spencer called from the break room.

you stared at your screen, eyes burning. you did enough. you cant escape confronting your feelings much longer. you sighed as you began packing up.

as if on cue, Spencer walked out of the break room with two cups in his hands, steam rising from the both of them. your mood softened just a bit.

"here," he handed you your drink which he had filled with your favorite tea and sweetened just the way you like it.

"you didnt have to." you replied, setting down the warm cup as you finished packing up. he mirrored your movements, resting his satchel across his torso before picking his drink back up.

"i know." he answered simply, a gentle smiling resting on his lips before he took a sip of his own tea.

"im sorry for snapping at you earlier." you apologized, finally meeting his gaze. his eyes were soft and sweet and you felt a pang of guilt in your heart as they looked into your own.

"its ok. do you want to tell me why?" he asked, walking to the elevator with you.

"no. yes? i dont know. its stupid." you replied, looking down at the floor as you recounted your reason for my anger today.

"its not stupid." he spoke softly.

you scoffed lightly, "you dont even know what it is."

"so tell me."

"but its dumb!"

"y/n." he warned.

"my ex boyfriend, Ashton, is getting married to the girl he cheated on me with." you sighed, walking through the parking lot with Spencer.

"ah so Trashton put my favorite ray of sunshine in a bad mood." he joked, breath swirling around the cool air as he spoke

you let out a weary chuckle, "its not like i miss him or anything, i just wish i had someone! not him- i just- i want- ugh i don't know how to word this!" you grew frustrated, furrowing your eyebrows and balling your hands into fists.

you knew exactly how to word it.

you wanted Spencer.

"its ok, take all the time you need." he whispered, leaning on the hood of your car. you joined him, resting as you took a sip of your tea.

"why am i not good enough to be loved." you stated the question rather than asking it, eyes filling with tears.

"you are good enough and i promise you that you are loved more than you know." he affirmed gently, turning to face you.

"do you know why we broke up?" you asked, knowing if you acknowledged his previous comment you wouldn't be able to continue without sobbing.

"because he cheated on you." he answered confidently.

"no." you shook your head, fighting back tears.

"what? he didn't cheat on you?"

"he did. and i was going to forgive him for that."

Spencer started getting riled up, "what! why? you're worth more than that scumbag! you shouldn't ha-"

"Spencer just let me finish!" you cut him off. he went silent, chest rising and falling more rhythmically than it had seconds earlier. "he wanted me to chose. him or you."

"him or me?" he furrowed his eyebrows, voice much quieter now.

"mhm." you hummed not meeting his gaze, your cheeks redder than you'd like to admit.

"i don't understand." he breathed.

"he thought i was cheating on him with you. he had no proof and it w-"

"oh this is all my fault. y/n i'm so sorry!"

"no! spence its not your fault!" you grabbed his arm to reassure him.

"it is! your boyfriend broke up with you because of me! and now you're sad and lonely and its all my fault!" he cried, looking worriedly into your eyes.

"first of all, i broke it off with him, he just gave the ultimatum. secondly, you did me a favor."

"how?"

"by showing me who i was really dating. a cheating, insecure scumbag who was quick to replace me when i left."

"i guess thats true."

"and id pick you over him any day." you admitted, looking back down at the ground. he nudged your shoulder playfully and you cracked a sad smile

"im sorry i made you sad and lonely."

"you didnt. id be sad and lonely anyway."

"why? you would still have a boyfriend if it wasn't for me."

"i don't want a boyfriend if it isn't you."

shit. shit.

the words toppled out of your mouth before you could stop them.

"what?" he asked, wide eyes and looking a little shocked. spencer was sure in that very moment that if he heard you correctly hed simply explode.

"i- no this was a bad idea. i just ruined everything didnt i!" you were speaking more to yourself, exasperated at your own stupidity.

"no," you felt him place a finger to your chin and lift your gaze to meet his, "im glad you said it because now i can admit it."

"admit what?"

"that im completely and utterly, wholeheartedly and hopelessly in love with you."

"spencer dont play with my heart like this. are you being serious?"

"yes. i am." he said with a strange confidence than you had never heard before. hesitant but sure.

"oh thats so lucky because i am completely and utterly, wholeheartedly and hopelessly in love with you too." you admitted, feeling about 100 pounds lighter, like you could fly. he pulled you into a bone crushing hug which you eagerly accepted. "i should talk about my feelings more often."

he chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to the crown of your head, "yes you should."

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[kast43]

[May contain angst, contains mild violence, a total fake scenario because DIOVOLO WOULD NEVER ALLOW this to happen]

For a few weeks now, some witches were giving MC a hard time. MC didn't quite understand why, but if they had to guess it was because of their living arrangement. MC never paid it any mind until one night when they were walking to the House of Lamentation after some errands alone. MC was jumped by 3 of them and roughed up a bit. One witch was so annoyed with MC's demeanor that they went too far and broke MC's arm. MC, not wanting any more trouble would decide to go to Purgatory Hall and ask for help.

💋Lucifer💋

-He got a phone call from Simeon, stating that they had to take MC for medical care for a broken arm.

-Didnt even give an explanation where he was going, but he rushed out of the house to be with MC.

-Was a composed mess; he was worried, angry and protective of MC.

-when questioned about how it happened, MC lied and he knew it.

-"Oh I just tripped and fell on my arm is all." Was not the explanation he believed.

-why would MC lie about this? He had to know.

-he would ask maybe a few more times then left MC alone. He knew he could find out more on his own anyways.

-as far as aiding MC, a perfect gentleman.

-Opens doors, holds bags, even does MC's chores if they were struggling.

-He felt so guilty for this that he would not leave MC's side for a minute...but it would be more comforting than overstepping.

-would be the one to make sure MC did everything they had to heal.

-"Don't forget to take your medicine. Do you need some water? Let me get it."

-"You are not suppose to prop anything on that arm...let me hold it."

-Would stop the brothers dead in their tracks if they tried to do anything that would require MC to do anything physical.

-He would be the type to not actually sign MC's cast, but he would wait until they were alone and draw a little heart in a place only MC could see

-He also low key had been suspicious about what happened and follows MC around to "observe".

-When he does find out what happens....well let's just say those who wronged MC will regret it deeply.

💰Mammon💰

-He might have been out gambling or something when he got the call about MC.

-run boy run

-His first reaction would be frustration of course

-"How could you let this happen??? Humans are too fragile and you need to be more careful!"

-would have never crossed his mind that MC lied about it.

-MC falls a lot, story checks out in his mind.

-Feral Protection Goblin.

-He refused to leave MC's side even for a second.

-He would carry bags and open doors, but Mammon being himself would do it in a very feral goblin way

-VERY protective. Like, No one was allowed to even look at MC without himself shooting a glare back.

-more worried about MC than what was going on around him.

-Absolutly the one to forget about meds

-signs his name IN BIG LETTERS on MC's cast

-May God have mercy on those witches that did this to MC when Mammon finds out what really happened.

🎮Leviathan🎮

-Most likely ignored Simeon's call, but would read his text.

-He does not like to leave his room often, but he will go to pick MC up with little hesitation.

-he will asked what happened, but ultimately he does not care since he can't stop it now.

-poor thing would be too scared to touch MC TBH.

-this reminds him how delicate humans were and he didn't want to make things worse.

-he would be more clingy without making contact.

-for the most part he did anything MC asked, only if they asked tho.

-was actually stoked that MC could actually spend time playing games or watching anime with him since they could not do too much physical labor.

-he would enjoy having quality time like this, but be upset it had to be this way.

-"It's annoying that you can only play games with me when you break a bone. You can come anytime you want you know."

-He would be the first one to sign the cast. Who knows, he might just doodle all over it

-lets say he overheard someone bragging about what they did to MC [since he is the quiet one no demon suspects him to be listening]

-he finds out what really happened...big mad

-seconds from summoning Lotan in the school

-then he finds out *who* did it

-pays each witch involved a visit and summons Lotan in each home

📚Satan📚

•he was simply reading when he got the call

•there he go, faster than light

•he would greet MC with in interrogation

•"MC what happened?"

•"Did someone do this to you?"

•"Where/when did this happen?"

•"You are FAR from 'okay'!"

•MC would just dodge any question regarding what had happened...MC knew that Satan was too smart to fall for one of their lies

•Satan does not know much about broken human bones...but by the next morning he  became an expert.

•He would go about this a lot like Lucifer, but in a more emotional way.

•Satan had become more protective of MC and refused to let them do anything too physical.

•he would follow MC around, making sure they did all the right things, carry bags, open doors, ya know the whole deal.

•took extra time with MC during study time and bed time.

•"I brought your meds...here is some water as well."

•med police

•would draw a cat on their cast

•He loves to read to MC as they fall asleep.

•if he were to find out what actually happened [which he would a lot faster than Lucifer btw] oh no

•oh no

•oh no no no no no

•might as well write those witches obituaries cuz THEY GONE

💋Asmodeus💋

•Picks the phone with Simeon and starts to flirt first off

•as mush as Simeon would love to entertain this, he let's Asmo know that MC had to be taken to get medical care

•Asmodeus rushes to go collect MC.

•he would understand MC was hurt, and at first he would play it off as shit just happens

•especially when MC lied about how it happened

•Honestly he would be low key scared and high key protective

•The one he loved the most [other than himself] was hurt!

•Obsessed with taking good care of MC.

•other than Lucifer, would be the best at making sure MC was taking good care of themselves to heal 🌟Beautifully🌟

•"MC~♡ let's take a break. Come and sit for a while"

•"use this lotion where you can reach, your skin will get dry under the cast"

•"don't forget your meds love, the sooner you heal the sooner we can be naughty~ 😈"

•this brother would be the most clingy out of all of them, but works out for MC.

•goes above and beyond holding doors and carrying bags...would escourt MC everywhere

•He does not only signs the cast, he glues a picture of himself on it

•MC would eventually tell Asmo what really happened...thinking they could trust Asmo not to loose his shit

•He looses his shit, but holds it together in front of MC

•the second he knows MC is asleep...he goes hunting for some naughty witches.

🍔Beelzebub🍔

•he was at practice when it happened, and missed the call

•MC ended in meeting him halfway home

•poor thing does not know what to do

•So sorry he missed the call

•the fact of the matter is, he trusts MC in what MC says happened.

•he was use to injuries with his workouts and sports...but MC was far too fragile...

•he would be the 'scary dog privilege' for MC

•He respects MC enough to give them space...but also watches MC like a hawk

•carries things for MC and refuses to take no for an anwser

•made sure MC was fed at ALL times.

•"Food always makes me feel better, so maybe you will get better if you eat"

•MC attaches themselves to Beelz instead of the other way around

•He would sign the cast, plain and simple. Mc would explain that he could add more if he wanted. [As evident from Mammon signing a new spot every day] so he would most likely draw food or something later on

•When Beelz finds out what truly happened, he would get upset...but not enough to do anything super harmful.

•he could go and eat all their food...or their homes. He would decide in the car.

🥱Belphagor🥱

•Again, Belphie is smarter than he lets on

•he would be aware of the bullies, but not the extent of what they would do

•most likely was asleep during the call

•would notice MC's long absence, then when MC did show up he was shocked.

•asking the usual questions, who what when where...MC would dodge them all.

•Belphie was suspicious

•Would be the most protective of MC, always be by MC's side

•but much like Beelz he would respect MC's space

•until he was sleepy that is

•would rest on MC anywhere and anytime

•would also be MC's 'scary dog' privilege, but shows dominance by laying in MC's lap

•MC didn't mind, they would play with Belphie's hair anyways

•he would doodle all over the cast, and if anything would sign his name under Mammon's every time he signed

•thrilled to bits at all the naps MC and him now have since MC was not allowed to do much.

•"Where do you want to nap today?"

•"MC why don't we go to the attic today, I happen to know Mammon is going get yelled at today...it won't be quiet for long"

•when he finally finds out what happened, and he will find out, he will not hold back

•where his twin would be passive, he would be aggressive...we can leave it at that

[thetriggeredhappy]

recently rediscovered your blog and read the fic from your dad spy au where scout starts out as the "guard" and then becomes scout from there and lemme tell you that shit put me on some s-tier brainrot. like a cranial decay type beat.

i had a concept in my head that instead of being hired as a guard, he could have been hired as a right hand man to the administrator like pauling, because i think hed be awesome in that position. like imagine having a personal merc who can get in fast and out even faster. but maybe he would stay in the base like the rest of them, sort of like a secret on call intel gatherer, who also maybe sometimes has to dig a couple graves. and also like, nobody on the team expects anything from him at first because its this 20 year old newbie kid. hes dressed in his formal clothes and he talks like somebody from relatively around boston but not quite. i can just imagine one day he comes back during a team dinner with his shirt half untucked and stained with blood, hair disheveled as he asks soldier if he can borrow his shovel, or him debriefing them for a mission when miss pauling is busy. same vibe as the fic i mentioned before but scout gets to have a job as cool as miss paulings. honestly id write it myself if i didnt have the attention span of a fly

anyways your scout content gives me life thank you

scout teamfortress but 20% more competent standing next to miss pauling teamfortress while she's doing her job and doing like silly quips and otherwise contributing nothing like it's a buddy cop film is literally my fucking ideal

(warnings for some canon-typical violence)

-

“Oh, Pauling, it’s good to see you again,” greeted the chairman, smiling in an imitation of a grandfather and clasping her hands perhaps too-kindly considering she barely knew him. “Young as ever, and still so stylish, I see. And who’s the new fellow?”

“He’s just here to help with transport, Mr. Montgomery, nothing unusual,” Miss Pauling replied, returning his smile and adjusting her glasses. “Heavy cases, you know how it is.”

“Of course, I remember you almost toppling clean over last time we made a trade!” Montgomery agreed, frowning at the memory. “You’ll pull a muscle that way, better to be careful. It’s a pleasure to meet you, young man. And your name?”

“Mr. Normandy, sir,” the new kid replied easily enough despite his slight East Coast accent, giving the man a firm handshake, expression neutral and stony, the picture of professionalism. Internally, Pauling breathed a sigh of relief.

“Firm grip there, young man,” Montgomery praised, nodding approvingly. “Tennis player, perhaps? Or golf?”

“Baseball, sir,” he replied, still evenly. “First baseman.”

“Ah! Of course! Were you any good?” Montgomery joked.

“At everything but playing in front of the crowds, otherwise I’d be in the major leagues,” he replied, tilting his head just slightly to imply that he was joking, his sunglasses glinting at the movement, and Montgomery barked a laugh.

“I like this one, Miss Pauling!” Montgomery said, and Pauling just barely caught herself from physically relaxing at it.

“We do too, Mr. Montgomery,” she agreed. “I was under the impression that you’re very busy today, so we won’t keep you for too long, we just wanted to sort out the final details surrounding the manufacturing rights for the—“

“—Pacific Northwest branch, up into British Columbia and Alberta, of course,” Montgomery agreed, nodding faintly. “Of course, of course.” He turned to regard his own man in a dark suit, the one standing to the right, who appeared to be unsuccessfully trying to stare down Normandy, who was completely ignoring him. “My briefcase, please.”

The man handed over the briefcase, and Montgomery put it on his desk, opening it and pulling out a sheaf of papers. “All our requests are submitted and approved, at this point we just had a few dustbins to take care of regarding initial percentages and making sure everything is wired to the correct accounts, which names are undisclosed, things like that,” Pauling explained as he glanced through the papers.

“Right, right, everything looks good here,” the man murmured, nodding to himself, sending his long-white hair just ever-so-slightly out of place. “I’m assuming these more sensitive documents should be sent some way besides through the mail?”

“If you finish them today I can take them with me, otherwise either me or Mr. Normandy can return to pick them up at your convenience,” she replied, to which Normandy gave a singular nod.

“Oh, it would only take me a short while,” Montgomery said, waving a hand. “We have a lovely lounge just down the hall from here if you’d prefer to wait there, it should only take me ten, fifteen minutes at most. In the meantime, I do believe there’s also the manner of payment for services rendered.”

Miss Pauling tilted her head just slightly to one side, confused.

“I arranged with Helen already,” Montgomery explained, not looking up from where he was initialing a few things. “The payment, rather than being wired, she asked to be made in material investment. A venture of mine from years ago that she’s willing to sit on. Rather than gold or bonds, she agreed to take some old currency of mine that my family collected, from early 18th century New Zealand and Australia. Monetarily it’s worth around the same, and I’m quite a bit attached to it to be entirely frank, but it was at her request to buy the whole collection from me, and after years of the work we’ve been doing together, well, I’d never trust it with anyone else.”

He gestured to the other man, the one on his left, who stepped forward to hand him a manila envelope, which he passed to Pauling.

“Inside is both keys, the door alarm codes, and all other security information for the building where the collection is being stored. They’ll ask for a few codes and confirmation of identity, only because several other art collections and artifacts are being stored there by other affluent individuals such as myself.”

“Thank you, Mr. Montgomery,” Pauling said, taking the envelope gratefully.

“Think nothing of it, my dear. Helen talked me into it all her own,” he said easily enough. “Now, gentlemen, if you would let Miss Pauling and Mr. Normandy into our lounge? I should have these wrapped up before any of us can even think about lunch, eh?”

One of the suits showed the two of them through the doors and down the hallway, through two doors bracketed by similar suits who simply nodded politely at Pauling and ticked their chins at Normandy as they passed them.

Normandy posted up beside the door for all of three seconds before they shut and Pauling pulled her glasses up, rubbing at the bridge of her nose and making a vaguely distressed noise. He then promptly relaxed, instead leaning his hip against an armchair probably worth the same amount as a small car. “So, uh, we’re glad that he’s giving us a bunch of commemorative coins from when dinosaurs still walked the earth?” he asked just below normal speaking volume, eyebrows raised.

“Yes. Very glad. Because unlike about six people total on the planet, he hasn’t figured out yet how valuable those are.”

“What, is a picture of a kangaroo on some copper really gonna make up for a couple hundred thousand American dollars?” Normandy asked, sounding doubtful.

“Not copper. Something else,” she replied. “I can’t tell you much more about it other than that, but these coins are made of something priceless to us. And to the Administrator.”

“…Love? Memories? The magic of family?” he joked, cracking a smile, and she rolled her eyes, moving to open the envelope and start reading the papers inside. “Hey, uh, not to question whether my job should exist, but what the hell am I doing here, exactly? Besides carrying a briefcase. Like, chivalry isn’t dead but I really don’t think you need me carrying your bags and holding the door for you.”

“You’re helping with security, basically,” she replied, adjusting her glasses to squint at tiny handwriting about the collection. “Mr. Montgomery is trustworthy, but he mostly hires out to… well, people like us. His security detail is mostly people we’d rather have screened, freelancers, stuff like that. A lot of people we contract out to are like that. Most of them have heard about me and know better than to try and pull something, since I can hold my own pretty well, but if they haven’t, seeing a second person might persuade them to think it over again.”

“Oh, so I’m like, uh, when it says ‘tow zone’ next to the no parking signs even though nobody checks, or when they’ve got a camera in the corner of the store that isn’t even plugged into anything,” he said, and the looked up at him, confused. “Like, uh, what’s the word… I’m a casual deterrent.”

“Sure,” she said, because it sounded like he knew what he was talking about, shuffling the papers back away and closing the envelope again, making a note to ask the Administrator if she should change their current containment procedures to be closer to Mr. Montgomery’s. “Just… if there’s a fight, you deal with it, otherwise you just stand there and look like you’re paying attention.”

“That’s what the sunglasses are for,” he agreed. “I was blinking morse code at the guy across from me literally the whole time.”

“You know morse code?” Pauling asked, surprised.

“Just the alphabet, ‘S.O.S.’, and ‘ass’.”

She rolled her eyes again, and that’s when the door opened.

She expected Mr. Montgomery, not one of the men in suits. “Excuse me, both of you, if you don’t mind,”the man said, accent having the slightest English tilt to it, a Londoner if Pauling had to guess. “You’re Miss Pauling, the Mann Co. affiliate, yes?”

“That’s me,” she agreed, hesitant, and glanced at Normandy.

“I’m afraid there’s been a mistake. Mr. Montgomery have you the wrong envelope on accident,” the man said apologetically, extending a hand forward. “We apologize for this unfortunate mix-up, it’s really quite embarrassing, but those documents are sensitive and we’ll be needing to see them back now.”

Pauling looked at him, and within a moment, shifted her expression. “Oh, I’m so sorry!” she agreed, nodding. “No, right, of course. These aren’t the papers for the currency collection?”

“I’m afraid not,” the Brit agreed, head tilting just slightly, hand still extended, moving a fraction further forward.

“Well, thank goodness we figured out now and not with us halfway back,” she joked, and moved to hold the folder closer to her body. “I’ll take this right back to Mr. Montgomery, then.”

“He’s sent me to correct the error,” the man explained simply.

“Right,” she said, and saw in her periphery that Normandy had already started sneaking a hand in towards his primary, clearly having pieced together something she was only suspecting. “We can bring this to his office, then, right down the hall.”

“You misunderstand,” the man said, taking a step forward again. “I’ll be taking it to his office myself.”

“That’s funny,” Pauling said. “I didn’t realize you had clearance to be in there. Or to be carrying a semi-automatic instead of a standard handgun.”

The Brit reached for the semi-automatic, and before he could even get it out properly, Normandy hit one clean shot to the side of his head and another to his thigh, sending him crumpling to the ground.

Pauling had only as far as pulling her own handgun free, thumb on the safety, and breathed a sigh of relief, glancing over at Normandy, shifting to more comfortably hold her gun. “Quick reflexes,” she noted.

“Just noticed a lot sooner, maybe,” he shrugged, stepping forward to glance over the body, tucking his gun back away.

“What was your hint?”

“He’s here to give us the right folder, yeah? Well, why were his hands empty, then?”

She was just starting to nod and realize that as well when a second man shouldered through the door, holding a gun at the ready. Normandy scrambled to draw his own, but Pauling fired a shot into his knee, shoulder, and neck to send him dropping before he was even close. “There’s quick on the draw, and then there’s prepared,” she said pointedly. “Gotta think of if there’s more than one, new guy.”

He nodded, and drew his gun again, bending to hit the guy on the ground at the temple hard enough to knock him out if he wasn’t unconscious already. He then glanced up at the sound of a shout from the other side of the door, two men shouldering through, guns drawn but lowered. It was only the firm eye contact they made with both her and Normandy that made her pause the millisecond it took to realize these ones weren’t trying to kill them.

“Pauling, what on earth is going on here?!” Montgomery demanded, entering the room and staring with wide eyes at the bodies on the ground. “What could’ve possessed you to—“

“He was trying to run off with these documents,” she explained quickly, gesturing with the envelope. “He knew whatever was in here was valuable.”

“He drew his gun, sir,” Normandy added, tipping his head down towards the body, and Pauling glanced down as well and found herself a little surprised. He’d rearranged the man just slightly, apparently, adjusting the arm to be holding the gun a bit further outward. “Other one was aiming to kill.”

“My, my,” Montgomery tsk’d, shaking his head as he surveyed the scene. “What a mess. My apologies, Miss Pauling, Mr. Normandy.”

“It’s alright, but you need to start doing more thorough checks on your staff, Mr. Montgomery,” Pauling stressed.

“He’s only been here two weeks, sir, he was one of the men we hired in a hurry after the incident last month,” one of the bodyguards said, and Montgomery shook his head.

“Thank goodness nobody was hurt,” he sighed. “Mutiny, and besides that, they’re bleeding on my carpet. Here are those papers, Miss Pauling—what a day, eh?”

“It’s really alright, we handled it,” Pauling assured him, giving her bravest smile, a little exasperated now.

“Right, right, you and the first baseman,” he agreed, and Normandy fought back an actual smile.

“If you’d like, we can take care of those for you,” Pauling said, gesturing at the bodies. “To pay you back for the carpet and the scare.”

“Sounds fair to me,” Montgomery agreed, clearly relieved.

-

“My dad’s gonna be pissed, by the way,” Normandy was so helpful as to say on the way back up the path to the base. “And you’re fielding that.”

“About the suit, or the fight?” she asked, glancing at his clothes where he was somewhat covered in a fine dusting of mud and grime from the gravedigging, shovel still in his free hand.

“Both. Mostly the fight. Your fault for saying it’d be an easy one to start with,” he said.

“If it was going to be that much of a problem, you wouldn’t have gotten this job. I’d just have made you go do dishes all day or something,” Pauling replied.

“Point taken,” he said, walking ahead to get the door, holding it open for her. “Wait, we’re allowed to mention what we do, right? Just not names?”

“Or locations, even with travel distance. Round up to the hour if it comes up,” she replied.

“Sure, sure,” he agreed, trailing a step behind her as she led the way through the base.

In the common area, there was a bit of a ruckus happening. Soldier, Heavy, and Demo appeared to be having some kind of arm wrestling competition on a rapidly-toppling table, the Engineer was on a stepstool trying to fix the ceiling fan, and Sniper appeared to be half-watching the beginnings of an argument between Pyro and the Spy regarding use of the oven as Medic patched up a burn on his arm.

“Hullo,” Sniper greeted the two of them, sounding a little bored, Medic giving them a brief, polite nod. Normandy’s eyebrows were raised pretty far as he surveyed the room.

“Hi, Sniper,” she greeted in return, then cleared her throat, raised her voice. “Team meeting in five minutes! New mission for next week!”

Groans from the room at large, the eight mercenaries starting to finish up what they were doing and filing out. Spy moved over, glancing over Normandy and starting to talk to him in rapid-fire French, picking smaller bits of gravel off of his suit as they walked.

“Alright,” she addressed the room, Normandy peeling off from getting mother hen’d by Spy to stand next to the blackboard with her. “Monday, you’re all going on a transport mission. Getting the truck from point A to point B with everything in the boxes intact. Already we’ve had to put up with some people trying to get ahold of these things, so bring your guns.”

“Oh, our guns, you said? Lads, this is a serious one, keep your heads on a feckin' swivel, she’s sayin’ we might even need guns, can you believe it?” Demo faux-gasped, and chuckled when Spy bopped him on the arm, rolling his eyes at the Scot's theatrics.

“Yeah, yeah,” she waved off, flipping through the papers a bit. “So Engie, I’ll need the keys to the truck, me and Normandy are going to be loading those tomorrow, all of you need to be at this drop point bright and early.”

“How early?” Heavy rumbled.

“Six. Hour and a half of drive from here.”

Some complaints from the room that she sighed at.

“Hey, hey, calm the hell down,” Normandy cut in, and she glanced over at him where he had his arms crossed and a stern look on his face. “You chuckleheads get to have all eight of you to unload the damn thing, me and Miss P gotta do all the rest of this on our own and probably kill twenty guys on the way there and back. She had to be up at 6 AM, workin’ since 7 AM, lunch break at noon and nothin’ else, and we just got back now at, what, fuckin’, 10, 11 PM? Any of you work her shift and then see if you even got the energy to complain about wakin’ up early, how about that?”

The room went utterly devoid of complaint or backsass. “Thank you, Normandy,” she said politely, and he just nodded once, glancing off to the side. “Anyways, anything new on this end? Spy, how are you adjusting?”

“Very well,” he said simply. “I have nothing pressing to say. Once I’ve been updated from the stock weaponry provided here to my requested preferred weaponry, I believe I should do just fine.”

“I see you already have Herr Normandy digging graves,” Medic chimed in. “Straight into the hard labor, ja?”

“Eh, hey, y’know, it’s why they keep us young people around,” he shrugged, grinning, and there was a brief uproar to drown out Medic’s entirely offended scoffing and Spy’s snort-laughing.

“Get ‘im, lad!” Demo cheered, and Normandy indeed looked fairly proud of himself.

“Monday, transport mission,” Pauling noted over the noise, writing it up on the chalkboard to hide her own smile from the room. “Normandy, you and me are doing the boxes tomorrow. Everyone on the same page? Good. Dismissed. Oh, and Pyro—stop taking the fire alarms down when they beep. They’re beeping because you light things on fire in the base. Do that outside.”

“Oh, hey, uh, helmet guy, All-American Beef,” Normandy called, and Soldier straightened up. “Here’s your shovel back. Gettin’ my own tomorrow.”


Soldier walked directly over to him, clasping a hand on his shoulder. “That’s a high honor, Cadet,” he said, tone grave. “Do not take this responsibility lightly.”

“I, uh, I won’t?” he said hesitantly, and blinked a few times as the shovel was carefully taken from him before it was promptly marched from the room in double-time. Only then did Normandy look over at her. “So he’s always like that?”

“You’ll get used to it,” she assured, dusting chalk from her hands. “You should get to sleep soon, we have to be up early.”

“Sure thing, Miss P.”

[loveu001]

chapter four(might add on to it tmrw.)

   

 Chapter four wc: 2137

  What the hell. How did he get out. I thought peter said he was in jail. Did he get released? What the fuck is happening. You start to shake.

Tears are forming in your eyes. “What do you want?” peter questions. You can tell hes angry. But you dont know what hes gonna do next. Thats what terrifies you. Mark might kill peter. You dont know what will happen.

“I just want to talk okay?” he replies. You dont believe that for one second. Why would they want to talk. Peter looks back at you and whispers, “go wait in the car.” You gulp and start shaking even worse than before. “I SAID GET IN THE CAR.” he shouts.

You tremble in fear and nod. You walk to the car. Mark tries to follow you but peter stops him. “Nuh-uh-uh mister. Stay right there. Why dont we take this somewhere.. More private” You finally reach the car and fumble with the keys trying to find the car key. When you finally find it, you open the car door, your hands shaking.

You get in the back seat and cover your ears. What if he kills peter? You gulp and look up  through the window and they arent there! You start to sweat in fear. What the fuck. Why are they doing this? Do they wanna be put in jail?

You lay back in the back seat and fall asleep. You wake up to a knock on the window. Your eyes shot open and you get up. “Hey, y/n its just me” he chuckles. Your unlock the door. Its peter. “Wheres mark?” you ask. He shrugs, “he ran away when i threatened him.” he lies.

You look down and see what looks like blood on his pants. You scrunch up your eyebrows and question, “erm peter?” “yes sweetheart?” “whats that blood.. Doing on your cpants..?”  He starts laughing and replies, “oh! Me and your ex boyfriend just got into a little.. ‘scuffle’."

You shrug and think to yourself, i guess that explains it. You get in the car and start driving. “So..” you say while popping a stick of gum in your mouth, “what do you want to do today?”

You keep your eyes on the road, “uhm i was thinking we could go see a movie at the movie theaters today? I was thinking of seeing friday the thirteenth. ORRRR we could possibly go to your house for a movie? I had thrown all my movies out when i was going through them because i had watched all of them like a thousand times.” he chuckles.

I mean you had some movies at your house so of course you had agreed to him driving over to your house for a movie. Its cheaper also, so you both agreed to that suggestion. “Of course!! Lets just drive by my apartment!!” you reply joyfully.

Your house wasnt that far. It was literally right down the street from the lab. That wasnt intended, you had moved in the apartment before you had even knew about the lab or got your job there. Funny coincidence,.

When you had arrived at the apartment, you unlock the door to your unit. “Its kinda funny how ive never been inside your house the years that we have known each other!” he exclaims.

  You two were walking to your room til you were a loud bang. His head immediately turned to where the noise came from. It came from your kitchen. ‘What was that..” your voice shaking. He looks you in the eyes and replies, “ill go check it out. Stay here sweetheart..” he gives you a kiss on the cheek and goes to check behind the kitchen counter. “Whos there?” he shouts, making your cat run from behind the counter. “Oh old lady! Ive been looking for you for days!! You must have been hiding from him.!!” you talk in a  baby voice to your cat. You had called her old lady because she was six or seven when you had gotten her at a shelter.

    She was just the sweetest cat you had ever had. She was caring like an old lady. Just reminded you of one. She was an old lady. You kneeled down to pick her up and peter kneels down also to pet her and whispers, “i didnt know you had a cat!” You look at him while petting your cat and respond, “i have had her for a year. Shes the sweetest little thing..I love her so much..” He smirks and jokes, “so you love me as much as her?” you both start laughing and you reply, “noo- i do love you a lot though..” you stand up and give him a kiss on the lips.

You start to unbutton his shirt while staring into his eyes intimately. “Do you really want to do this?” he questions. You grinned and replied, “do what?” You were teasing him. You knew what would happen tonight, you knew full well.

He continues to kiss you softly on your neck, pressed up against the kitchen counter. You let out quiet moans and whimpers whilst he gives you sloppy love bites and kisses. “You know what I mean.” he says, his voice low and raspy.

Your panties getting wetter and wetter by the second. You lead him to your room, not even worrying about which movie you two were going to watch. That wasnt even on your mind. Not on either of your minds. You fall back on the bed.

Youve never had penetrative sex with peter before so he was trying to be as gentle as possible. Hes on top of you. His soft, warm lips on yours.  His hands in your hair. His hair smelled of vanilla cupcakes. He trailed his fingers down your neck and started to softly kiss your neck.

Whimpers and soft moans exiting your lips. He stops leaving kisses on your neck and looks into your eyes. “Baby.. i cant hear those beautiful whimpers coming out of those pretty lips. Tell me if you would like me to stop. Okay my lovee?” he asks. You nod in agreement and reply, “o- -okay..” he continues to cover your neck with kisses. 

   He moves down to your collarbone. He begins to start leaving soft, gentle kisses on your collar bone. You moan softly as he is kissing hard on your collarbone.

He looks up at you and whispers, “oh does my beautiful princess like when i kiss her.. I know you do my love. Now why dont you remove your shirt like a girl for me. Okay?” You grinned and remove your shirt like he said, revealing your chest. He starts to kiss your breasts. “You have such a beautiful body sweetheart. Just for me.” You put your arms behind your back trying to unbuckle it, but your living room phone starts ringing. You groan and say, “its probably nothing. Let me go check.” You slip your shirt on and walk to the living room. You pick up the phone.

[hello?]

[is this y/n]

[yes? Why? who is this?]

[i was calling to inform you that Dr Brenner would like you to come to the lab immediately.]

You scrunch up your eyebrows in confusion. What the hell does he want? [yeah.. Did he tell you.. Why?]

[no sorry miss! He just asked me to call you to inform you about this.]

[oh-- ill be there as soon as i can!!}

  You groan and start to put your shoes back on. Hopefully he doesnt want you to work overtime. Peter looks out the door and shouts, not knowing if you could hear him or not. “HUN, WHERE ARE YOU HEADED TO?” you walk back into your room and answer, “i got a call saying that brenner wanted to discuss something..” He looks at you like he is confused. “Bout what?” You shrug, “i dont know. They didnt say.” He looks worried. “Do you want me to come with you? Its probably nothing though” You smile, “please.. Im kind of worried. Brenner never ever calls me at 8:40 pm on a day off.. Its off.” 

  You both walk out to his car and you get into the passenger side this time. You look at him and sigh, “im kinda sad that we didnt get to finish..i hope we could do it another time though.” He puts his hand on yours, “its okay! Dont worry about it. Ill get you a present..” The lab was about a 4 or 6 minute drive from your apartment. Not that far.

As soon as you guys reached the lab, it was practically pitch black outside. He gives you a kiss on the cheek and tells you, “its gonna be alright. Like i said, probably nothing my love. Dont stress about it.”

You grinn and whisper, “thank you peter..” You walk into the lab and there is brenner..and what looks like diana (one of the other workers.) Brenner looks pissed. You gulp. Diana.. Is crying? You and 001 make eye contact and shrug not knowing why she is crying. “YN can i speak to you alone. I am very frustrated with you.” You gulp again and nod. You have a bad feeling about this.

You follow brenner and two other workers into this small room. Youve seen 001 in this room before.. You couldnt remember what they were doing to him but he was screaming in pain. “Sit please.” he says. You could hear the anger in his voice.

You nod in agreement and sit in the chair. He stares into your soul it feels like. “Sir what did y-” he cuts you off with a question you did not expect. “Why did you assault diana..” You scrunch your eyebrows in disbelief. “Sir i didnt a-” You feel someone roughly grab your arm, making you stand wobbly.

You see one of the men reach in their back pocket and pull out what looks like a taser.    He puts it to your waist and you feel pain all over. You start screaming loudly and tears are rolling down your cheeks. He pulls the taser away from your waist. “So.. why did you assault diana? Are you gonna answer me this time?” You gulp and shake your head side to side frantically.

It hurts so bad to speak. All you manage to get out of your mouth is a ‘ah’ sound. The man puts the taser up against your back, making you fall on your face. You start to think you broke your nose. They pull you back up by your arm. “I swear sir!! I would never do that to diana! You know ive never done anything like that and would never do anything like that!! Please belie-” The door bursts open. You're too weak to lift your head up to see who was in the door way. 

Before brenner got the chance to speak the person says, worried, “what the fuck did you do to her!!? Did you kill her?” It was peter. You try to lift your head up but are too weak.

You see one of the men fall to the floor. Their neck snapped. The other falls with him. You almost fall to the floor but peter catches you. “Wake up, wake up, please dont die.. I love you so much.” He walks you out to the car in the exit from the back of the lab.

He gives your face a few soft slaps and you open your eyes. “Oh my god, you are okay! I was so worried.” he puts you in the backseat so you can lay down. “I know how it feels my love..ive been through it too much not to..” he gives you some painkillers he had in his car. “It will ease the pain a little bit. Let's get you home so i can take care of you.” You had fallen asleep in the car on the way home. It wasnt that bad compared to what your ex did. When you had gotten to your apartment, he carried you inside and puts you on your bed. “Ill make you something to eat my love.” He gives you a forehead kiss and walks to the kitchen. He looks in the cabinets and finds some soup. When he finishes heating the soup up, he walks back to your room and sits on your bed with you. “Okay! Its done. Be Careful baby, it's hot.” He scoots next to you on your bed and starts to play with your hair. He takes a handful of your hair and smells it. “You smell so good, princess. I have to go shower.. Want to come with me when you finish it?” you smile and nod.

authors note: i know this is a little short but am running out of ideas..might end it next chapter. love yall

[princessphilly]

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CW: Angst, angst, angst. 

Word count: 2916

Nina sighed as she snuggled her pillow. It sucked watching Sidney shake hands in the handshake line, the disappointing end to a good season. She sniffled as she watched Sidney stoically shake hands with the Flyers, disappointment and anger on his face.

This season, the Penguins had drawn the Islanders in the divisional semi-finals. After a hard-fought seven game series, the Pens had finally got past the Isles. However, the Flyers, surprisingly, made it past the Canes and the Battle of Pennsylvania was on. Unlike 2018, the Flyers won this time, in five games. Nina put her phone on vibrate, just in case Sidney called her.

However, Sidney didn’t call that night or for a fucking week. Nina was understanding at first but understanding turned into annoyance when pictures were posted of Sidney golfing with Kasperi, Brandon, and a couple of the single players. Nina just was glad she had the foresight to limit comments on her IG to approved commenters because she had no interest in people asking questions about him.

Scrolling her phone, Nina read a text from Marisa: has he called u yet?

No, Nina simply responded. She wasn’t going to call him first either. Let him have his bitch fit and golf. He didnt tell me he was going to go do that n im not his wife.

Nina’s phone rang and she answered. “Yes, Marisa?”

“Oh, Nina, he’s a douchebag. I can ask Kevin to slash him a couple of times next season,” Marisa commiserated.

Nina replied, “He hasn’t called me or texted me since that night. I haven’t tried to call him since Sunday because fuck that. I know he got his superstitions and everything but, no. Hell no.”

“I agree. Have you been out?”

Nina shook her head before saying, “I was finishing finals so I haven’t been out. Karesha told me we’re going out this coming Friday and, you know I don’t party like that but I will.”

“Give him something to miss,” Marisa advised.

Nina scoffed, “Something to miss? He’s lucky if I let him talk to me whenever he gets back.”

**

Sid groaned as he turned in his bed in Cole Harbour. He was so fucking pissed about the way the season ended; they finally got past the Isles only to get tripped up by fucking Giroux and his Flyers. Fucking Hart was a damn brick wall and fuck, Sidney could sense that his time in the game was coming to a swift close soon. For the past week and in a half, he had been in a funky snit, annoyed and needing to be away after golfing with the boys.

At the same time, he felt like shit. Sidney knew he shouldn’t have avoided Nina’s call; he was still raw from the loss and he didn’t want to expose Nina to that side. But, she hadn’t called or texted him since and Sidney didn’t know how to break the silence that he had created. Picking up his phone, Sidney blinked when he saw all of the messages on his lock screen. The team’s group chat had been busy last night.

Unlocking his phone, Sidney’s eyes bulged when he saw the messages. There were pictures of Nina out, with one of her friends, wearing a dress that was barely there. Her hair was falling straight over her shoulders but what really got Sidney’s attention was the fact that there were guys all around her. Then Nate sent a text; i guess ur single now. Told u not to go home without talking to her

“I’m a fuck up,” Sidney moaned.

“Yup, you are.”

Sidney blinked as he looked at his phone. He managed to call Tanger and Tanger didn’t look pleased.

“Sid, we’ve been friends for a long time but, I didn’t think you were this stupid,” Tanger scolded. “Really?”

“You know with the way the season ended,” Sidney began before Tanger cut him off.

“Nina knows that. She respects that. Nina’s not clingy or needy like some of the other girls. But, Cath told me you haven’t even called or texted her? Wow, Sid, wow.”

Sidney blushed as he listened to one of his closest friends berate him. Tanger was right. But how was he going to even apologize without looking like a bigger dummy?

“Well, you’re already acting like a dummy, Sid, so you might as well look like a bigger dummy,” Tanger snarked. “Nina isn’t like the other girls. She doesn’t need you.”

Sid gritted his teeth at that statement, especially since he knew that it was very true.

Sidney heard French yelling in the background before Tanger stated, “Cath thinks that despite being so good at hockey, you suck at being a person. And you made Nina cry when Cath last talked to her.”

Sidney wanted to slap himself. He made his pretty girl cry. “Fuck,” he yelled.

“Yeah, fuck. Fix it, Sid, instead of fucking yourself over forever.”

Sidney scrolled his phone after Tanger hung up on him. It looked like he was flying into Pittsburgh asap.

**

Nina sighed as she padded in her apartment. Last night was fun, going out with Karesha. They had just gone out to dinner, a jazz lounge, then ended the night at a rooftop bar. Nina knew people had been taking pictures of her all night and that people were wondering where Sidney was but that wasn’t her problem. There had been plenty of guys willing to take her home but Nina wasn’t interested in any of them either. She still wanted Sidney but fuck him too.

Her doorbell rang and Nina looked at the panel. It was Sidney with a pastry box and a wide grin on his face. Nina opened the door with a smile.

“Hi, pretty girl-”

Then she slammed it in his face, her grin growing wider as she loudly locked the door. Just like a man, coming back right when they realized she was getting attention from other men.

“Go away, Crosby, unless you want attention because you’re knocking on my door,” Nina yelled from the inside. Putting her earpods in, Nina cleaned her apartment for the umpteenth time, singing along.

Sidney gritted his teeth outside of Nina’s apartment. He was expecting her to let him in, yell at him, then he would charm his way back in. He didn’t expect to get the door slammed in his face and being told to leave. His desire not to gain extra attention was the only reason he left.

Nina sighed when she heard Sidney stomp away. Her anger was starting to change to sadness, again. She had hoped this would be different but Sidney was just like every other man; ain’t shit at the end of the day.

**

“Take him for all his cash, girl. Then tell him, maybe I'll take you back.”

Nina rolled her eyes as she listened to Jamila. “For someone so wealthy, you sure like to talk about taking men for their cash.”

“It’s like this; men figure out their self-worth by how big their dick is, how many women they fuck, and how much money they have. You don’t want to go to jail so you can’t cut his dick off. So, fleece him and then dump him for good,” Jamila advised.

Nina sighed and Jamila groaned. “Oh my God, please don’t tell me you miss this dumbass. Dude didn’t contact you after losing in their playoffs! He ignored your call! He only contacted you in person after you and ‘Resha went out! The dick can’t be that good!”

Nina sighed as she listened to Jamila. Over the past couple of days, there had been Edible Arrangement deliveries, lunch bought for the staff, cards proclaiming that he was dumb as hell and sorry for being an idiot. And Nina still didn’t respond. No calls, no texts, Nina was still upset and feeling raw.

“Jamila.. Glass houses remember?”

Jamila sighed over the phone. She didn’t really have that much space to talk but she persisted, “You let him off easy, he’s going to walk all over you forever. I know I’m a fuck up but I never let a man walk all over me. Don’t let Mayo Boy, no, he’s Miracle Whip because that shit is disgusting and he hurt you. Don’t let Miracle Whip think he can apologize a couple times and you’ll come running back.”

“I haven’t made any decisions yet. Plus, I’m going away with Desi, Sio, Lauren, and Kim to Phuket. You know, that trip you helped plan but you can’t go on now,” Nina said as she logged into her workstation. Work had become a refuge of sorts. Everyone was pretty much professional, no one brought up anyone’s personal life. It was all about work and the patients and it made Nina happy. “I gotta go, I have a patient at 8:30.”

“Bye girl, and remember what I said,” Jamila replied.

“Byeeee”

Nina hung up and pulled her earpods out of her ears. It was time to focus on another day of work. Before Nina realized it, it was lunch time. Rubbing her temples, she sighed as she thought about lunch. Grabbing her purse and her keys, Nina made her way out of her office. “Rita, I’m going to get lunch,” Nina called out to the receptionist.

However, as soon as she left, Nina saw the infamous Range Rover in the parking lot and she closed her eyes. She wasn’t in the mood and it looked like it was going to get embarrassing for Sidney.

Luckily, it wasn’t Sidney who came out but someone totally different. Nina let out a breath she was holding and walked to her car. Her vacation was coming up in three days and she would be away for two and a half weeks. Sidney would probably leave her alone once he realized she was out of the country. Nina was sure of it, he had to have been icing her out to dump her anyway for the offseason.

**

“Still no call?”

Sidney sighed as Geno plopped in the chair across from his. He had put on his best smile today for Nikita’s birthday but he was feeling the strain.

“None,” he finally replied. Sidney felt so tired and such a fool. The best thing in his life had slipped out of his fingers and it was all his fault.

Geno snickered as Anna strolled in, holding a box. “Zhenya,” she asked before rolling her eyes at Sidney.

“Da,” Geno replied.

Anna started speaking rapid fire Russian, too fast for Sidney to even attempt to keep up. Geno started to laugh when Anna pointed to Sidney before pointing to the box. Then Anna abruptly turned on her heel and left the room.

Confused, Sidney asked, “What was that?”

Anna hadn’t been talking to him and Sidney felt like he was part of the subject of that conversation. Geno chuckled before replying, “Anna said that it’s a shame Nina isn’t here but she made sure to at least have a gift sent for Nikita before going to Thailand.”

Geno didn’t add the rest, which was Anna saying Nina had better manners than his captain, to at least send a gift that she didn’t have to send, before disappearing. He wasn’t interested in kicking his captain when he was down.

Sidney winced. Part of him felt a bit happy that Nina was somewhere, having fun but it was without him so it was his fault.

“Oh, look at this, Nina’s riding elephant,” Geno crowed as he looked at instagram. Sidney looked at the picture. Nina was riding an elephant, making some kind of triangle symbol with her hands. Then he looked at the comments and the first one said: look at you, dropping baggage and having fun.

Geno snickered before saying, “Poor Sid.”

“Not supportive, Geno,” Sidney remarked, closing his eyes.

There was a pause before Geno replied, “Maybe donate money to things Nina likes. Maybe she’ll talk to you when she gets back.”

**

Sidney checked his phone for what seemed like the umpteenth time. “Cros, she’s not going to text you.”

Sidney rolled his eyes at Tazer’s annoyed tone. Webs, Pricey, and Tanger laughed at him. They were all in Toronto together for a team Canada thing but that was over and they were out for drinks.

“Heard you fucked up, badly,” Webs stated in a dry tone. “When in doubt, always apologize first and buy the woman her favorite thing second.”

“Nina’s not big on buying stuff,” Sidney absentmindedly replied. Getting Nina to splurge on herself was like going to the dentist. It wasn’t fun.

One thing Sidney did realize from off and on monitoring Nina's Instagram was that she was big on helping out at the Greater Pittsburgh Community Food Bank, she liked volunteering at the Humane Animal Rescue of Pittsburgh, and every year, she volunteered at a pop-up shop for girls who wanted to go to prom but couldn’t afford it.

Sidney wrote five figure checks to each organization, in Nina’s name, no strings attached. Sidney was serious about trying to get his pretty girl back and he knew that Nina was serious about volunteering and giving back. Now, he was just waiting to see Nina’s reaction. If Nina told him thanks but it was over, Sidney would be upset but he could accept it.

There were no texts that night but that morning, Sidney woke up to a text from Nina. It was a simple thank you but it meant more than anything to Sidney at that moment.

**

Nina sighed as she looked at the thank you cards that had been waiting for her when she returned home. This was so out of the ordinary, she had to text Sidney when she saw them. It was more meaningful than gifts.

The trip to Phuket had been amazing but there had been a tinge of sadness for Nina. She enjoyed riding the elephants, experiencing the beaches, going diving, everything. It was truly the vacation she had been waiting to have, after Covid and then switching jobs had pushed everything back. Despite her best efforts, Nina missed Sidney. She missed that dumbass hockey player, he had wormed into her heart that easily. She missed him and was still supremely angry at him. Nina felt like the biggest dumbass on earth. As she waited for him to show up at her place, she wanted to bang her head into the wall. I fucked up by dating him, Nina said to herself.

Her doorbell rung and Nina opened the door. It was Sidney, hands in his pockets, no gifts this time. He ached to bring her into his arms but Sidney wouldn’t touch Nina unless she gave him permission.

There was a stony silence after Sidney closed the door, neither willing to say the first word. Nina tried to summon some of the anger she had but all that was left was pain and sadness. Before she even realized, a couple tears had slipped. Sidney saw them and his composure completely crumbled. He did the one thing he swore he would never do; he made his pretty girl cry.

Nina hiccupped as Sidney pulled her into his arms. He just held her as she cried. “Fuck you, Sidney Crosby. I felt like you were icing me out before dumping me. Fuck you, you fucking jagoff.”

“I-I should have said something but I was so pissed and I didn’t want to lash out at you. Then it just snowballed,” Sidney said, heartbreaking as Nina sniffled.

“You’re such a fucking dumbass. I don’t even know why I’m even considering taking you back.”

Sidney said, “I just didn’t want to burden you with everything I go through at the end of the season, especially when it’s disappointing.”

“Fuck that, Sidney.” Nina glared up at him, the big dummy. “Communication, it means that if you say you’re in a relationship, you communicate. You should have even sent a text, ‘I’m pissed as fuck, going golfing with the boys, be back soon’ or even just periodically texted those stupid hi and good morning beautiful texts. How would you feel if I didn’t call or text you and went away?”

Sidney paused as he considered Nina’s point. He was unhappy he didn’t know that Nina had gone away without telling him but he couldn’t say anything now. “Your face says it all, Crosby,” Nina snarked.

“I’m sorry, Nina,” Sidney said, deep from his heart.

Nina sighed, she could tell he was truly sorry. “Those donations… they were a total surprise. They all needed the money and are dear to me. But the Pittsburgh Prom Dress giveaway, we always need more funds since it doesn’t get as many donations around the year. Your donation not only allowed us to provide more dresses this prom season, it also allowed us to expand our collection so that we could provide suits as well as dresses. Thank you, Sidney.”

“You’re welcome,” he sincerely replied.

Keeping her cheek on his chest, Nina said, “I’m dumb because I really am considering taking you back. But don’t ever do that again.”

Pulling away a bit, Nina looked deep into Sidney’s eyes. “I’m serious. I don’t think I’m clingy, I don’t require much, but don’t even do that again. I don’t need you to call me everyday but don’t ever ignore me like that again, Sidney.”

“I won’t, I swear,” Sidney promised, happy that his pretty girl was talking to him again.

[bibbawrites]

Does Your Mother Know? - Charlie Gillespie x Older Reader

Request: none lol 

Word Count: 1328 words

Summary: You are working on the set of Julie and The Phantoms and you end up getting a little more than you bargained for when you start to spend time with the much younger Charlie 

Warnings: mild swearing, implied smut, dom/sub if you squint 

A/N: the one you’ve all been waiting for!  the reader is meant to be older than charlie in this, its mentioned that she’s 30 but really she could be any age that’s older than 22 lol  title comes from the abba song Does Your Mother Know? and was high key inspired by the scene from Mamma Mia  it didnt end up being smutty but if yall want it i’m happy to write a smutty part 2  enjoy! 

When you agreed to take the job working on the set of Julie and The Phantoms, you weren’t exactly sure what to expect. You had thought maybe you would become sorta-friends with the cast, and then when filming was over they would just forget about you. 

What you didn’t expect was to have a 5′8 (or 5′4 as Madison liked to say), Canadian boy follow you around 24/7. 

It was odd at first, having him trail behind you everywhere you went, staring at you with big puppy eyes. But then it dawned on you, after one long day when he never once left your side, that he had a major crush on you. 

It was cute, a little schoolboy crush, puppy love at most. But unfortunately for you, the more time you spent with Charlie, the more your feelings for him grew and before you knew it you had a full blown crush on him. 

You were on your weekly facetime with one of your best friends when the topic of boys came up. 

“Anyone interesting in your life right now?” She had questioned, wriggling her eyebrows. You smiled softly and she squealed. 

“Oh my god there totally is! What’s his name? Where did you meet? Is he cute? Tell me everything!” She exclaimed and you giggled. 

“His name is Charlie, he’s an actor in the show I’m working at, so that’s how we met. And yes, he’s very cute.” You told her. 

“Where’s he from?” She asked. “Also how old is he and does he have a cute single friend?” 

“So many questions.” You rolled your eyes playfully. “He’s Canadian and he’s 22. And as for a cute single friend, yes but way too young for you.” Her grin fell. 

“He’s 22?” She repeated. You nodded. 

“Yikes that’s a bit young isn’t it?” She cringed. 

You frowned. 

“I mean, I guess so? He doesn’t come off as that young though. He’s a lot of fun and I really like him.” You said. She shrugged. 

“But you’re 8 years older than him. He’s practically a child compared to you. He was in middle school when we were going out clubbing. Honestly, that’s kinda creepy.” She said. Your heart sank, the euphoria of telling someone about your feelings for Charlie long gone. 

“I have to go.” You stuttered out, hanging up before she could even reply. 

Maybe she was right... maybe you were too old for him. 

You barely got any sleep that night, your head filled with the words of your best friend, and the doubt that maybe you were stupid to fall for someone so young. 

These thoughts echoed through your brain as you sat on set, quietly pretending that you were working. 

“Looking gorgeous as always Y/N.” Charlie’s voice startled you out of your thoughts, and you looked up, making eye contact with the Canadian boy.

“Thank you Charles.” You responded, your tone sounding flat. Charlie pouted.

“What, no flirty comeback today?” He questioned, sitting down on the table you were sitting at. You shrugged.

“I was talking to a friend last night and I may have mentioned you and she-“

“You talk to your friends about me?” He cut you off with a smirk. You rolled your eyes.

“It was one conversation idiot. Anyways, like I was saying before you rudely cut me off, I mentioned you and my friend made me feel like shit, she basically implied that I was a cradle robber.” You finished with a sigh.

“That’s bullshit and you know it. Besides Y/N, I’m 22, not 12. You’re only a few years older than me.” Charlie’s tone was sincere, but the words from the night before echoed through your brain. Maybe he was too young to be flirting with...

“8 years is not a few. Besides, when I was your age-“ You started.

“Ugh no, don’t say that.” He cut you off again, groaning at your words.

“Say what?” You questioned.

“When I was your age...” He said, mimicking your voice. “You sound 85.”

“Wow, way to flirt, saying I’m 85. No wonder you’re single.” You retaliated jokingly.

“I said you sound 85.” He repeated, emphasising the word ‘sound’. “You look 21.”

“Nice try kiddo.” You replied, ruffling his hair slightly. He grinned, leaning into your touch. You tried to ignore the way your heart sped up at the physical contact.

“Hey Charlie I need you on set, stop flirting with Y/N and let her do her job.” Kenny called, and you dropped your hand quickly, not wanting to get in trouble for being unprofessional.

“I’m not flirting. I’m just being friendly.” Charlie bit back, already standing up.

“Aw too bad, cause I was flirting.” You teased.

“Really?” His face lit up and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Go to set Charlie.” You told him and he grinned, blowing you a kiss before turning to head back to set.

“I’ll be back after my scenes.” He called as he walked away.

“I don’t doubt it.” You called back, shaking your head slightly. This boy would be the end of you.

True to his word Charlie was back at your side the minute he finished filming, and had changed out of his costume and removed his makeup. 

“Don’t you have friends to go hang out with?” You questioned. He pouted. 

“Are we not friends?” He retorted. You rolled your eyes. 

“I mean friends your own age.” You elaborated. He shrugged. 

“I like spending time with you.” He said, his smile sincere. 

“Okay... Well I’m about to head home.” You told him. He bit his lip. 

“Want some company?” He asked. You thought for a second. 

“Sure, why not? We can order takeout or something, and watch a movie if you want?” You offered. Charlie grinned. 

“That sounds amazing. How did you get to set today?” He asked as you picked up your bag and headed towards the exit of the building. 

“I got an uber.” You told him. 

“Awesome, I drove.” Charlie grinned, pushing the door open for you. You smiled in thanks and walked outside, Charlie by your side, your hands brushing against each other. 

He glanced down at your hands, before grabbing your hand and linking your fingers together. You smiled softly as you reached his car, allowing him to open the door for you. You climbed in and put your seatbelt on as Charlie headed around to the driver’s seat, climbing in and starting the car. 

“I assume you’re in the same building as we are?” He questioned as he reversed out of the parking spot. 

“Yep.” You smiled. He drove out of the parking lot and you settled into a comfortable silence for the whole drive, only talking once you were parked in the carpark of the apartment complex. 

“Do you want me to call and order food?” Charlie asked, and you nodded.

“Wait til we get to my apartment and we can decide on something.” You agreed. 

The two of you hopped out of his car, and you smiled as Charlie grabbed onto your hand again, and before you knew it you were unlocking your apartment door and letting the two of you in. 

The door shut behind you and suddenly Charlie’s lips were on yours as he pushed you up against the wall. Your eyes flicked shut as you kissed him back, your hands tangling through his hair. 

In one quick movement you managed to push off the wall and spin the two of you around so that Charlie’s back was against the wall. 

“Hey!” He exclaimed. You grinned, crashing your lips back into his. He tried to push off the wall but you shoved him back, pulling away from the kiss.

“Nope, I’m in charge here.” You told him. He bit his lip. 

“Okay.” He said eventually. “I’m all yours.” 

You grinned, grabbing onto his shirt. 

“We better get started then.” 

And with that you dragged him off towards your bedroom. 

[magalidragon]

Okay drabble #2 for @lalacristina18 ‘s ask! Hope you like this one! It’s a little silly and kind of Fixer Upper Fanfiction ( @nlights37 is that a thing? I’m doing it) meets my drabble “wet paint.”

Enjoy!

haunted house | 30. “You better watch yourself”

It was the dumbest thing she had ever done.

Except she felt like she had to do it.

How else was she going to get the cute handyman to ask her out?

"Just ask him out!" her best friend shouted, as she took a crowbar to the siding on her house, prying up the nails. Missandei was used to most of her antics, but she knew this was going too far. She watched, amazed, slightly terrified, and in awe, muttering, "You have gone mental Daenerys."

Maybe she had gone mental, but she was also put off by how attractive the handyman was. He was incredibly sweet. A little goofy; he apologized one day when he showed up in thick black glasses, saying he'd forgotten to put his contacts in before he left the house. She had wondered why someone would apologize for that, but she soon learned that Jon Snow, Handyman Extraordinaire, apologized for quite a few things that were in no way his fault or under his control.

Like when he couldn't get a part in time to fix her hot water tank, because it was a weekend and the store was closed. "No problem, guess I'll see you Monday," she had simply said with a smile and a cheerful glee, because she knew they were closed on the weekend and he'd have to come back Monday.

Or when she had purposefully yanked out some sort of fuse in her car so it wouldn't start and he had apologized that it had gone missing. "Not your fault at all!" Because it's totally my fault and then she'd pretended to find the fuse on the ground. "Will this fix it?"

He frowned at the tiny piece of place and wire. "Um, aye, that's so weird..."

Today she was going to claim there was something wrong with her siding and it needed to be replaced. She dropped the crowbar, wiping sweat off her forehead, and placed her hands on her hips, glancing at Missandei, who was shaking her head side-to-side. "What?"

"Just bloody ask him out! I'll do it for you. You're destroying your house just to get him to come over." She smirked. "He has to know what you're doing. He's just taking your money and knowing you're using him which is wrong, or he's really bloody stupid and that's not great either."

"You haven't met him yet."

"What guy could be so attractive and cute and sweet and all that for you to resort to this!?" Missandei waved her hands at the splintered wood at her feet. She sighed, closing her eyes. "Dany, love, you are my best friend but..."

"Good morning!"

Dany threw the crowbar into the bushes, spinning on her heels and beaming at the man who had poked his head around the open fence to her back garden. She waved. "Hello Jon! Good morning to you!" She rounded on Missandei, who stared at him and smirked knowingly. "You're a little early."

He turned pink, coming around the corner holding onto his toolbox. "Aye, sorry about that, I thought I might get you a coffee..." he trailed off and politely smiled at Missandei. "Oh I am sorry, I would have gotten another....here, you can have mine if you want."

To her best friend's stunned silence, he removed one of the two takeout coffee cups from the tray in his other hand and passed it to her. Missandei swallowed hard, clearing her throat. "Thank you, that's...so nice of you."

He smiled again in his shy, half-smile way that Dany absolutely bloody adored, and turned his face to her. "You called last night and said that your bathroom pipes were leaking again? I don't know what is going on, I mean..." He scratched his hair, brow furrowing, and gazed up at the old-as-shit house she had purchased with intent to completely renovate. "I swear I just fixed those..."

"Oh you did, I'm sure this place is cursed."

"By a Valyrian dragon," Missandei mumbled under her breath.

Dany stepped on her foot and crossed her arms, grinning. "And would you look at this? This siding is rotten, I think we'll need to replace it."

"Um, yes of course." He knelt and picked up some of the wood, shaking his head. "You must have an angry ghost Dany, this looks like someone took a crowbar to it." He was immediately concerned, jumping to his feet. "You should file a police report, someone could be vandalizing your property!"

Missandei sipped her free coffee and mumbled again, not so quietly, "Hmm, someone with silver hair I think."

"What?" Jon asked.

"Ignore her, she's mad." She forced another smile. "It's fine. I...thank you Jon, perhaps look at those pipes first and then we can look at the siding."

"I have wood," he blurted out.

Missandei choked. Dany flushed bright red. "Oh?"

"Hmm, in the truck. Be right back." He turned on his heel and walked away. Dany elbowed her best friend, who stared now at his retreating back.

"Oh my."

"It's beautiful. I just like to look at it."

Missandei patted her arm. "Daenerys you are my best friend, but if you don't ask him out by the end of the day, I'm going to tell him everything you've been doing and only because I'm scared you might set your house on fire just to watch him come running in with the fire hose."

Dany hummed. The idea was appealing, but arson was certainly not an option.

Yet.

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It was the end of the day; she'd tried her damndest to get him to ask her out. Missandei had left, becaus she claimed she couldn't watch it any longer, proclaiming them both "stupid idiots" and Dany had to agree. She was a stupid idiot, trying to get him to look at her as something other than the crazy lady in the haunted house. She'd worn her bikini top while gardening, she'd broken her siding, and stuffed leaves in her gutters.

And Jon Snow still didn't bloody get it.

Maybe he was stupid, she thought, and watched him bent over some exposed pipes in the hallway leading to the master bedroom. A himbo or something. Except she knew he wasn't, because she'd seen that he had a stack of books in his truck to return to the library, one of which happened to be her brother's boring ass tome on Targaryen History, and he'd eagerly chatted with her about it.

"So why are you a contractor?" she asked. She kept referring to him as a handyman, but reminded herself he was more than that. He ran his own business and lumber yard up in Winterfell. "Do you just like fixing things?"

He shrugged, reaching his arm down into the pipes. "I do like fixing things, but when I got out of the military, nothing really appealed to me. Didn't want a boss again and I like building things. Working on my own terms."

"I like that too." It was why she moved up North, a freelance journalist, and needing a safe quiet space to recharge and focus between assignments. She got up and cleared her throat. "I'll be downstairs if you need me." She was halfway down the stairs when she heard a strange sound. It was a yowl.

It sounded like Drogon, she thought, turning towards the wall. "Drogon?" she called.

He meowed again, pitiful. She moved closer towards the wall and knocked. Her voice trembled, calling once more. "Drogon?"

A light scratching and more yowling.

She screamed, realizing with horror that Drogon was inside the bloody wall. "DROGON!" She banged on the wall, running up the stairs, crying out. "Jon! Drogon's in the wall!"

"What?"

"I think he must have crawled in when we were talking and not looking, oh my gods, Drogon!"

Jon frowned at her, still not moving. He narrowed his eyes. "Drogon's in the wall, huh?"

"I think so."

He cocked his head and got to his feet, sighing hard. "Dany, I...I think I know what's going on and..." He turned bright pink. "I really have to confess something..." He shifted on his feet and blurted out, really fast, his Northern burr thick. "I...I know that not everything here is breaking and...and I'm fixing it and stuff, but...well...the store was open and I didn't get hte part because I wanted to come see you and...and I may not have cleaned the gutters all the way so I could come back and...oh gods, I haven't charged you at all because I'm just...I like you!"

Her eyes widened, too terrified for her cat to process what he'd just admitted to her. "But...I...I'm sorry, but he's really in the wall! Listen!"

They both were quiet and after a second, heard the pathetic howling of a trapped cat.

Jon moaned, mortified, shoving his face into his palms. "Oh my gods! I'm so sorry! I thought...oh fuck, forget what I said!"

"No I can't forget it because I like you too!" They could have this conversation after they saved her damn cat.

It took awhile, of her trying to coax the damn cat out from the opening in the floor, to Jon carefully searching and finding a space in the wall to knock through with a sledgehammer so he wouldn't hit Drogon or anything unsafe. Bits of drywall and debris scattered, "You better watch yourself," she warned him, when Drogon began to hiss and pant, terrified as they drew closer to him. "He might attack!"

"He's just scared, he'll be alright."

A couple hours later, her entire hallway and stairwell covered in broken bits of drywall, plaster, wood, and insulation, her very dirty and ashy cat enveloped in a blanket in her arms, Dany finally looked up at JOn. He hadn't said a word to her about his confession of not really fixing anything because he liked her and wanted ot keep seeing her.

She ducked her head, whispering, "I know it was wrong of me too, to keep breaking things...I just really liked you too."

"I'm not good with women," he admitted.

"Clearly, I was walking around in my bikini and you didnt say a word."

"I was trying to be professional!"

She giggled. Drogon whined in her arms. She scowled. "Hey! You didn't think I was serious that my cat got stuck in the wall!"

"I thought it was another thing like when you called me to say that your pipes were clogged at ten at night." He arched his brows. "Come on Dany."

"Alright, that was a ruse...but he really did get stuck!" She let go of Drogon, who raced into her bedroom to hide under the bed and lick his wounds-- more like his pride at having to be rescued by humans of all things. She looked up at Jon, sitting on the step just above her and grinned. "Can we agree to just...kind of start over?"

he nodded and licked his lips; she shivered. "Start over at dinner tonight?"

"Yes, dinner is perfect."

"And I'll be the first thing in the morning to start working on..." he gazed around at the chaos surrounding them, sighing. "This."

"Sounds good."

Turned out he didn't have to show up early at all the next morning, because he was already there, fast asleep in her bed, both of them exhausted. Dinner had been merely an afterthought.

[shiocreator]

Y'all get this

A fourth part

This will be the only time I ever write 3 anythings within a day. Its probably short maybe shorter than the last.

Please forgive me if it's terrible I'm bad at writing multiple characters. And they're possibly poorly written I am sorry.

You know the rules by now, spoilers ahead dont read unless you wanna be spoiled about things or you already watched or played the game Inscryption!

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It's been some days since our meeting. Now that we've actually met and spoken to each other, P03 would make sure I took care of myself and not miss any classes, saying he was only doing it so I would owe him, and play with him again. Keeping up my end of the bargain there, I did continue to play his game. Either way, it's nice having someone to talk to during these times, even if they degraded my sense of coat for a summer day.

And, today was the day I had planned to visit my family. Our family friends, the Young's heard what happened to Luke and had stayed with them for abit in my absence, to help comfort my family. I'm kind of glad that by now they'll be gone, I just dont feel like seeing others right now. Though, P03 was a stranger technically, but it's, it's just a robot... even if I did get attached immediately.

And now, I'm home. I left the computer at my dorm room, I feel kinda bad, but-

Thud!

Suddenly I'm jolted out of my thoughts by something slamming into me!

I hear the sound of an excited little girl yell. "CARTER!!" She giggles as she does so.

"Ouch! You've gotten stronger since we last saw each other havent ya punk haha!" I ruffle her hair, it's one of my little sisters, G.G., or Georgia. I hug her and pat her on the back as I do so, before picking her up, and looking to see very familiar faces.

"Hey Car, hows college?" A high school boy asks me, hands on hips and smiling a small grin, presumably at the girl who charged at me.

"Horrible my dear Alex! Wish I could come back home, but I dont wanna sleep in the spare room." I say, abit dramatically causing the people around to chuckle. My other little siblings, Brian and Raine came over to me to show some of the stuff they made, Raine showing me some of her art, and Brian having shown me some lines of code he made work.

I, really did miss these kids. A lot... I'm glad I did come back.

Nothing much happened really, we all hung out, played Luke's favorite card games, which half the time we were trying to figure out the rules, video games, and reminisced about old stories we had with him, us pranking him and in return him pranking us. It felt good, to remember him.

I stayed the night, and... I got a call... from... someone... I have no idea who, but I heard noises, at the other end. I sort of panicked and hung up, kinda scared I guess. I didnt tell anyone, I dont know why I just didn't... I didnt want to possibly endanger them...

I stayed another few nights, the same number called me many times. I... never told anyone, i eventually blocked it... And now here I am, getting ready to go back. I almost dont want to... Maybe I can tell P03, and ask for some help...

By the time I'm done pondering my possible situation I'm back. At my dorms. I hurry back into my dorm, hoping whoever called never followed me, and as soon as i entered my house i slammed the door shut and locked it. I ran to check on p03 to see if he was still there, and he was. It looked like he was trying to call someo- Oh.

Once he heard me come in he turned around, and he looked angry. "WHY DIDN'T YOU ANSWER MY CALLS!?" He sounded.... like the exact same noises from the other end of the phone.

"Oops..." is all I can really say.