#he built like a mini fridge <3

[veenomsart]

I have the big sad so I drew shane from stardew valley :) im really bad at this game but i enjoy it a lot <3

!!!REBLOGS GIMME mE The serotonin boost!!! pls do

[aliensupastar]

shouldn’t feel like a crime

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Carmy Berzatto/GN!Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Summary: You finally try Carmy’s cooking. Follow-up to “not wrong, but not right”

Part I Part III

Warnings: minor angst, comfort, fluff, depiction of an eating disorder, food and eating, healing?

A/N: first off, thank you all so much for the love on the first part! i wrote it as a comfort during a difficult time and it was so nice to see people enjoy it. i didn’t intend on writing more for it, but a few people asked for it and i finally got an idea for a follow-up! as a disclaimer, i wrote most of this before season 2 came out and edited it afterwards, but there are no spoilers. gif by emziess <3

Carmy is a good boss. You know this, you’ve known it for months. His sometimes-abrasive idiolect aside, he runs the restaurant like he cares about every brick that built it, every burner the crew uses to make each dish, every ticket that comes through that god-forsaken machine on the expo station. It makes any screaming match easily forgivable, and any nightmare lunch rush endurable. 

What you didn’t know was that Carmy could also be a good friend. Since your stint in the emergency room he’s made good on his agreement with you, without ever being overwhelming. He’s instead mercifully subtle. There’s a few bottles of lemonade kept in the office’s mini-fridge now, for when you get dizzy. He’s lent you that coat of his a few times, when the night air ends up chillier than you predicted that morning, and you’ve left your own jacket at home. And he never fails to give you a look, during the busiest hours at the restaurant, communicating quickly, and quietly: Are you good? And you know if the answer is no, he’ll let you take a breather without a single complaint, but you always respond with a quick nod and push through the rest of the shift.

In turn, you do your best not to worry him. You take vitamins and get better sleep and try to stop pushing yourself to the brink of passing out. You even eat one of your safe foods in front of him, at family while everyone else enjoyed the samosas Ebrahaim had cooked up that day, and for once it felt good to eat; the constant playful bickering and banter a welcome distraction from the usual stress that follows your meals. 

It’s nice. Maybe you don’t necessarily feel like you’re getting better, just more… stable. Less like you’re in a free-fall and more like you’ve got both feet on solid ground. 

When you go to leave after closing up one night and find that it’s raining, impeding you from making your usual trek to the train station, you turn back and head to the office. And a few months ago, you might’ve been too nervous around Carmy to even ask to stay in the restaurant an extra hour, preferring to brave the cold rain and let your clothes get soaked and heavy rather than hang around. You’re relieved, now, to find Carmy right where you left him when you said goodnight just a minute ago, ready to save you from a miserable trip home. 

“What’s up?” He asks when he spots you. 

“It’s raining.” You tell him, nodding your head in the direction of the back door. “Didn’t bring an umbrella. Do you mind if I stick around for a bit, just ‘till it stops?” 

“Yeah, it’s no problem, I’ll be here finishing up for a while, anyway,” He says, then continues after a brief pause. “Y’know you really gotta stop relying on that iPhone weather app.”

You scoff, shaking your head at his teasing. 

“You know I’m too lazy to start using another one.”

“I’m just sayin’.” He pushes out of his chair and walks past you, into the kitchen, grabbing a sponge and the container of soap water he uses to clean the countertops. 

“You want help?” You offer, already taking off your coat and tossing it onto the office chair. 

“Nah, you already clocked out. Don’t worry about it.” He replies, not even looking up as he begins to scrub, but you pick up a sponge anyway and get to work on the counter behind him. 

You fall into a comfortable silence for a while after that, only broken by the sound of rough sponges scraping away at the grime and the faint patter of rain on the roof of the building, and part of you wishes you had more opportunities for this. More time spent with him, outside of the hustle and bustle of the restaurant, even if it’s spent cleaning. His presence has become something you’d rather not avoid, even if it makes your heart race; the unique scent of him on the coat you’ve borrowed is becoming familiar, comforting. 

“Glad it wasn’t busy today.” Your train of thought is interrupted by his sudden comment, but you quickly nod. 

“Practically a miracle, for a Friday.” You agree, hearing him chuckle behind you. 

“Didn’t need that shit today, anyways, not while I’m on,” He says. He was working the stovetop today, alongside Sydney, making an efficient team as they churned out dishes quicker than the customers could file in. It made your day a little easier, the delicious aroma wafting from the kitchen while you savored the downtime granted by the slow day. 

“I’ve never tried your cooking,” You say offhandedly, but your words make him pause and look back at you, eyebrows raised in surprise. 

“Really?” He asks, and you nod. “You’ve worked here for months, though.” 

“I know.” You shrug. 

“How come?” 

That makes you stop scrubbing, turning slightly to look at him. 

“Think you know the answer to that one, chef.” You tease, before continuing to work. He huffs out a laugh, but keeps staring at your back while you scrub. 

“I could make you something.” He finally says, and it makes you truly stop, turning to face him fully. 

“Y’all just cleaned this whole kitchen.” Now it’s his turn to shrug. 

“I don’t mind.” You give him an incredulous look.

“I- If you think I’m gonna help you clean the stove and the plates again, you’re wrong.” Carmy just shakes his head, tossing his sponge back into the container of water and grabbing a few clean pans. 

“C’mon, I can’t have you walking around saying you’ve never tried the food at the restaurant you work at,” He says. “You like spaghetti?”

He’s casual in the way he asks, but you’re still standing by the counter, eyebrows raised in shock. Your mind is starting to race, the way it does every time you’re faced with food, but Carmy’s already pouring olive oil into a saucepan and brandishing his chef knife to chop an onion. 

You approach the stove he’s standing at carefully, like it might just burst into flames, and you can already smell the familiar scent of garlic and olive oil and god, he’s only been at it for a minute and it already smells like heaven in this kitchen. 

“Smell good?” 

“Yeah,” You practically breathe out. “Shit, smells amazing.” 

He smiles at that, a rare thing to see on his face. He’s thoughtful for a moment, before saying:

“This is, uh, Mikey’s recipe, actually.” 

Your eyes widen, a bit taken aback by his mention of his late brother. At least, his mention of Mikey to you. 

You’d learned about what happened to Michael just a few weeks after being hired, after having witnessed the heavy silence that overtook the room when he’d been mentioned, and asking Marcus after work what all that had been about. Since you received your explanation, you’ve tried to mind your own business when the melancholy that came with Michael’s memory returned, giving those who seemed to know him best room to process before getting back to work. 

Carmy’s never talked about Mikey to you directly; no one has. You’re not sure what to say. 

“Mikey, that’s… your brother, right?” You ask hesitantly, even if you already know the answer before Carmy nods. 

“Yeah. He used to run this place, before it was The Bear.” He tells you. 

“Before?” Your confusion and surprise seeps into your tone. “What was it before?”

“Still a restaurant, but, quick service. Italian sandwiches. We weren’t called The Bear, we were-“ He chuckles, caught up in reminiscing. “We were called The Original Beef of Chicagoland.” 

“No shit! This used to be The Beef?” He nods his confirmation and you’re instantly brought back, the memory faded like an old photo that’s been shoved into storage and forgotten. The only thing that wasn’t hard to recall was the sandwich you’d ordered, practically dripping with flavor, the exact kind of comfort food you’d needed that day.

“Been here before?” He asks.

“Yeah, I just- I didn’t recognise it.” You’d sat at a table across from the friend that dragged you to the slightly shabby establishment, silently relishing in the deliciousness of your food before the panic could set in, so enraptured by it you didn’t even care about the booming voice coming from behind a door that presumably led to the kitchen. Not even when the person it belonged to came out to the front and-

“Mikey, was he like, tall? Black hair?” You suddenly ask, gesturing how tall you’d remembered the man being, and now Carmy’s the one that’s confused. 

“Uh, yeah. You- you knew Mikey?” He sounds a little breathless when he asks, but you shake your head. 

“No, but when I came here before, he was still running the place, I guess. And just… loud as shit. Hard to ignore,” You look up and meet Carmy’s eyes. “Hard to forget.” 

You both share a laugh at that, at the memory of his brother that he loved, and that you barely even knew. 

“Yeah, that definitely sounds like him.” The sweet smile stays on his face as he chops and sautées, refusing to let you do more than start boiling the spaghetti for him. All you can do is watch the pasta and watch him as he navigates his brother’s recipe like it’s pure muscle memory. 

As much as you like to steal glances at him during opening prep, you don’t get to see as much of him during service hours. You’re just as busy working front-of-house, keeping people happy and keeping Richie off your ass, as he is while he’s trying to keep up on dishes. You don’t get a ton of chances to see him like this, in his element. He plates the finished spaghetti perfectly, in two bowls, so you know he won’t let you eat alone. 

Still, the anxiety in your stomach rises when you accept the fork Carmy hands you, and you can’t help but pause. He does, too, and you know he easily recognises the cause of your trepidation. 

“What’s up?” He asks, his voice gentle. You shake your head, trying to rid yourself of the conflict in your mind, but you can’t stop yourself from saying it. 

“Do you… just, maybe have an idea of-“

“I have no clue how many calories are in this.” He answers your question before you can even ask it, and you can’t help but let out a breath of amusement — at yourself, at him for somehow knowing. 

It’s his gentle smile, one that lacks judgment or pity, that pushes you to finally swirl the spaghetti around your fork and take a bite and-

Oh my god. 

You can’t help the moan that escapes you during that first bite, ignoring Carmy’s chuckle at your slight dramatics. You can see why he’s hot shit in the restaurant world; the dish barely looked fancy or complicated when he’d made it, certainly not as complicated as anything on the menu, but somehow it tastes better than any pasta you’ve ever had. You would say you’re in disbelief, but you don’t pause long enough to think about anything but this, how amazing every flavor bursting on your tongue is.

Carmy finishes his pasta before you do, but he stands next to you till your bowl is empty, before taking it over to the dish pit and beginning to scrub down all the dishware he’d used. And you stand there for a second, staring at his back, unable to process all the emotion filling you as he washes your bowl. The bowl he let you get dirty, because he wanted you to be able to try his food. 

The utter warmth flooding your senses is almost overwhelming.

Then, despite your earlier protests, you pick up the sponge he abandoned earlier and get to scrubbing the stovetop down again. You ignore the few warm tears that escape your waterline in the process. 

You mindlessly follow Carmy around as he walks through each room, shutting off lights and locking the front entrance and office doors. When you inevitably make your way to the back exit, you push open the door only to find that it’s still raining, worse than it was hours ago. You can only sigh and lean your head against the doorway in defeat. 

“Need a ride?” Carmy offers easily. 

You think back to the frame that sits on the countertop out front, holding a slightly crumpled index card: “I love you, dude. Let it rip.” Words you’ve seen nearly every day since your first on the job; you just now realize they’re probably Michael’s.

It feels like too much. The letting you stick around, the pasta, the… everything. 

You nod anyways, accepting Carmy’s offer, letting him lead you to his car, and he lets you lead the way home.

[mistycreativelilacs]

Can you please write a Bruce Wayne imagine where he catches her singing or something cute like that?

Welp… it only took me -checks watch- three years to respond to this, but uh… here’s a 5000 word drabble I guess.

Kitchen Off Limits

About a year into living at Wayne manor you enacted an (ever growing) list of rules. Originally the list only had three rules on it:

1. Sunday is family day. Baring any Gotham destroying/world ending catastrophes everyone is to be in the dinning room no later than 11am for brunch followed by a previously voted on family activity.

2. Family Activity planning occurs on the first Saturday of the month, activities for the whole month will be decided then.*

*Attendance is NOT mandatory, however those who do not participate do not get to complain when we spend 3 Sundays in a row at the zoo.**

**No liberating animals from the zoo.

3. Monday thru Saturday the kitchen belongs to Alfred. Sunday morning’s the kitchen belongs to Mom*.

*That means no one, not even Alfred can enter the kitchen until AFTER brunch**.

**Yes Tim that includes you. You can wait for your morning cup of coffee***.

***ABSOLUTELY NO coffee pots, mini fridges, microwaves, blenders, hot plates, or dry food storage in your bedrooms or you WILL be personally hunting down every rodent and bug that comes crawling into the manor****.

****You can NOT train an army of cats to hunt vermin as a trade off for a mini fridge.

Certain amendments had to be made to the list with each new addition to the household. The final amendment to rule three inspired the creation of its own rule.

243. If you bring a pet into the house, YOU must personally care for it at all times. This includes feeding, grooming, walking, training and cleaning up after them as well as insure they have a proper habitat to live in*.

*Your bedroom is only a proper habitat for regular domestic animals (ie. dogs, cats, fish, small reptiles, small birds, caged rodents such as rats, Guinea pigs or hamsters and snakes, within reason - no large pythons). Large animals whether native to our region or exotic must be housed in a properly built enclosure on the grounds.

Needles to say the Wayne children kept you on your toes. Which brings us to now.

You awoke at the crack of dawn this morning to prep for the day. In a not so shocking twist, Damien had lied, cheated and outright bribed several of his siblings in order to get a zoo trip in this month. The Waynes were such regulars at the zoo (and contributed so much in donations) that they’d named an entire section after the family. The Wayne Reptile House (filled to the brim with several of the reptiles you’d ‘rescued’ from Damien’s room upon Alfred’s discovery of Damien’s unsanctioned renovation of his closet). It was important to you that the children experienced even just a smidge of normalcy amongst all the vigilantism.

You’re staring into the pantry, debating whether to do pancakes or waffles, when an old favourite song comes on the speaker. This was your favourite part of Sunday’s. Once everyone realized how serious you were about the rules, Sunday morning had become your alone time. If the kids were fighting, they handled it amongst themselves. If someone had a question, they went to Bruce or Alfred for answers. Mom was not to be disturbed.

The word Mom still brings a small smile to your face. You’d never really pictured yourself as a mother but when you’d stumbled your way into a romance with THE Bruce Wayne, he’d already gained 2 of your ever growing hoard of children. You’d stumbled your way into motherhood much the way you stumbled into Bruce’s arms.

You begin to softly hum to the song as you decide to just make pancakes and waffles. With a family full of crime fighters more was always the safer option. No one wants a repeat of Tim and Richard’s destructive fight for the last cinnamon bun. You had to spend a fortune redoing the dinning room after, replacing antiques was not cheap, and your heart still hadn’t recovered from the sticker shock. Needless to say the boys were still working off their debt by assisting Alfred in the daily runnings of the manor. As you got lost in the gargantuan undertaking of cooking for the whole Wayne clan, your gentle hums morphed to soft whispers of lyrics.

Just as you were frying the last batch of pancakes the opening chords of your and Bruce’s song came through the speakers. It would be more accurate to state that you’d unilaterally declared it your and Bruce’s song. During your second year of dating you had slowly begun introducing him to the world of romcoms. One particularly chilly fall day that year saw Bruce catching a cold. You took advantage of that to force him into a binge of some of the best and cringiest of your favourites from the 2000’s. Two particular movies seemed to make the notoriously stoic Bruce Wayne emotional. The obvious one being ‘Two Weeks Notice’, but it was the Hugh Grant, Drew Barrymore semi-musical ‘Music & Lyrics’ that would produce the perfect song for your and Bruce’s life together.

As the sounds of Hugh Grant and Drew Barrymore came through the speaker you began to sing in earnest.

‘I've been living with a shadow overhead

I've been sleeping with a cloud above my bed

I've been lonely for so long

Trapped in the past, I just can't seem to move on’

Your mind drifted to how you and Bruce met. Recently heartbroken and determined never to let another man hurt you, you’d sworn of men and decided to dedicate all your attention to advancing at work. Your first steps were taking the assignment no one else wanted to touch with a ten foot pole. Being Bruce Wayne’s personal assistant. Those who succeeded at such a gargantuan undertaken seemed to excel through the ranks at Wayne Enterprises, but those who fell short well, you’d heard his last personal assistant had moved back home to small town Kansas and given up the corporate ladder completely.

Your first week had been a cake walk, seeing as Bruce had been away on business meetings in Europe. It’d given you time to get settled in and a system in place. You were determined to be the best personal assistant he’d ever had.

Upon Bruce’s first day back in the office, you’d mustered up all the courage you had and waltz into his office. With barely a good morning you’d launched into a tirade of how things were going to be and that unlike his past assistants you were going to set boundaries. He’d blinked at you slowly, and you were convinced you were about to be fired. His mouth opened and the word okay seemed to unintentionally fall out. You both stood there a moment, seemingly shell shocked at the interaction, before you gathered your wits. With a pivot of your heels you rushed out your own okay before returning to your desk.

Unbeknownst to you Bruce himself had been going through a touch of heartbreak, having had a fall out with his former paramour Selina. His accounts of your first meeting paint you in a much fiercer, more beautiful light. But you’re sure he’s simply remembering the day with rose tinted glasses seeing as you had a poorly concealed coffee stain on your blouse and your hair had definitely begun its escape from the clip you’d rushed it into on the train that morning. Nevertheless he claims it was your fierce determination that stunned him into submission and not his utter exhaustion from sleep deprivation.

‘I’ve been hiding all my hopes and dreams away

Just in case I ever need ‘em again someday

I’ve been setting aside time

To clear a little space in the corners of my mind’

The weeks following your initial meeting were a full of meetings, calls and insuring your boss took proper care of himself. It took exactly three days for you to realize he’d forget to eat, four to realize he seemed to not be sleeping either.

You quietly placed a standing order with the sandwich place down a couple blocks from the building, and then methodically went through Bruce’s calendar and put a two hour meeting blackout everyday around 2pm. You’d also had the couch that sat on the wall just outside his office doors moved into his office proper. The next day you simply waltzed into his office at noon and dropped the sandwich on his desk before returning to your own desk. Two hours later you waltzed in dropping a pillow and blanket on the couch and closed the blinds without a word. As you turned to leave Bruce questioned what you were doing. You simply informed him that you’d place a permanent daily block on meetings between 2pm-4pm and that his office doors would be locked for that period of time as well.

When asked, Bruce will claim that as the day he fell in love with you.

You continued on that way for months, the world seeming to move in a blur around you. Your friends encouraged you to start dating again, but you just weren’t sure you could ever trust a man again. Besides, work was so exhausting most days that you were certain you’d simply pass out at the restaurant if you did go on a date. What a terrible first impression that would make.

It was a seemingly unremarkable Tuesday morning when the world came screaming into focus again.

‘All I wanna do is find a way back into love

I can’t make it through without a way back into love

Oh’

You’d been tutting about the office while Bruce attended a meeting with Lucius in the lower levels of Wayne Enterprises. You had just started printing off a report for Bruce’s next meeting when your printer ran out of paper. Normally this would be a none issue, except for reasons unknown to you, the night cleaner had developed a habit of putting the box of printer paper on top of the bookcase in the corner. A bookcase that stood nearly three heads taller than you. He’d been doing it for weeks despite your many conversations with him about it. You had tried bringing it up to Bruce, but he just blamed it on the language barrier and claimed it as a non-issue since he could just grab it for you.

It was just your luck that the printer would run out when Bruce was in the midst of a meeting and wouldn’t be back for at least another hour, probably two seeing as his meetings with Lucius always seemed to go over their allotted time slot. You’d been certain the office would have a step ladder hidden around somewhere, but after nearly twenty minutes of searching and being put on hold with maintenance, you’d given up. You could just wait till Bruce returned, but you had only printed half of the first of ten copies of a 40 page report that was required for his next meeting. You’d begun cursing everyone from the night cleaner for his obsession with moving the paper to the head of marketing and research’s assistants for not sending the reports yesterday when you’d requested them. Difficult problems required creative solutions, however the only thing you had that was light enough to drag over to the bookcase while giving you enough height to grab a ream of paper was your office chair. As the head of the companies employee safety committee you knew this was a terrible idea, as Bruce Wayne’s golden assistant the risk of letting your boss down for the first time ever outweighed the risk to your personal safety.

Even with the chair you needed to climb the bookshelf to actually reach the shelf the paper was on. Ream firmly in your grasp you moved to step back into the chair. As your foot touched the chair your hand slipped from the shelf and you felt yourself go backwards. You closed your eyes and braced for impact but it never came. Instead you felt arms wrap around your back and hip, securing you to a firm chest. You opened your eyes coming face to face with Bruce. Had his eyes always been that blue?

“What the hell were you doing.” He was angry, his blue eyes tightening with worry. A warmth flitted through you at the thought that he cared about your safety.

“Grabbing the printer paper.” You gasped out, bending to grab the ream that had fallen to the ground when you’d lost your grip.

“You could have injured yourself if I hadn’t shown up in time.” Bruce was still in your personal space and it was starting to overwhelm you. ‘Had he always been this… large?’ He seemed to tower over you.

“Yes, well I wouldn’t have needed to do all that if the cleaner would stop placing my printer paper up there.” You’d stepped back from Bruce, needing something to keep you from ogling your boss, you began fiddling with the printer.

“You could have waited for me.” He got in your space again, his voice softer now as he took the paper from your shaking hands.

“Do you understand how ridiculous it is to have to wait for the CEO of the company just to load a ream of paper into my printer?” You huffed out, turning back towards him now. The two stood there, chest to chest just staring at each other. You didn’t want to be the one to back down first, but you weren’t sure how much longer you could keep from blushing while staring into to his eyes.

‘What was with you today? You’d never had a problem going toe to toe with Bruce before. Now suddenly your acting like a horny school girl, daydreaming about climbing this man like-

“Fine.” Bruce stalked off to his office, an indiscernible glower on his face, leaving you to ponder what the hell had just happened. And why you seemingly out of nowhere had very inappropriate thoughts about your boss.

That night marked the first of many failed blind dates, agreed to only after having decided that it was your lack of a love life that had you daydreaming about your boss.

The next morning the box of paper was on the bottom shelf of the bookcase.

‘I’ve been watching but the stars refuse to shine

I’ve been searching but I just don’t see the signs

I know that it’s out there

There’s gotta be something for my soul somewhere’

Things between you and Bruce changed after that day. You’d never realized how comfortable you two had become with one another until you suddenly weren’t. You’d taken to communicating with him almost exclusively through emails and his calendar due to how awkward everything had become. He’d try to ask you about your life and you’d just clam up, not wanting to tell the object of your recurring lusty dreams about your string of failed dates. Failed because after less than two minutes you’d start comparing all of them to Bruce. The whole thing was getting so out of hand, you’d started seriously contemplating putting in for a transfer.

You’d been so lost in thought it took Bruce loudly clearing his throat for you to notice him standing in front of your desk.

“Yes, Mr. Wayne?” You’d resolved that complete professionalism was the only sure way to put everything back to normal. Or at least it will hopefully allow you to cling to some semblance of normal until you stop chickening out and put in for reassignment.

“I was wondering,” he seemed nervous, fidgeting with the snow globe I kept on the edge of my desk. “Do you have a date to the Christmas Gala?” Oh. He’s not? Is he? He couldn’t possibly-“I was just thinking if you didn’t have one, we could go together.” He was- “just as friends. We are friends aren’t we?” n’t.

“Yes, Mr. Wayne I suppose I’ve come to regard you as a” the word friend seemed to catch in your throat “friend over these last few months. But, to be quite honest with you, I wasn’t planning on attending the Christmas Gala.”

“You have too. In fact, I’m making it a mandatory requirement of your job that you have to be there. I’ll pick you up at 7pm.” He didn’t even give you time to respond before waltzing back into his office. It took all of 30 seconds for you to follow after him.

“You cannot force me to go to the gala Mr.Wayne.” You’d stopped in front of his desk, arms crossed over your chest.

“Why not?” He leaned back in his chair, smug smile glued to his face.

“Because I’m a human being with free will and, according to the Wayne Enterprises Employee Handbook, attempting to force me to attend would constitute harassment.” The smile slowly dropped from his face as he rose from his chair.

“If you truly don’t want to attend, I won’t push the matter.” He took slow, deliberate steps towards you, halting just far enough to be considered proper, but still close enough for you to catch the scent of his cologne. “However, it’d mean a lot to me if you did attend.” You’d been so distracted by his eyes and the seemingly sincere look on his face that you hadn’t even noticed he’d reached for your hand. You stood there utterly unmoored by the events of the past few minutes. You mentally shook your self out and opened your mouth to once again decline his invitation.

“Okay.” You were stunned with utter disbelief at the disconnect between your brain and your mouth. Bruce smirked.

“Perfect, like I said early I’ll pick you up around 7pm. If we’re going together, I really should match my tie to your dress. What colour is it going to be?” He’d started heading back to his desk.

“Mint.” You mumbled out. If you were going to be photographed on Bruce Waynes arm, even as just a friend, there was only one dress in your wardrobe that was even close to passable. Turns out you would get a second wear out of the bridesmaids dress from your sister’s wedding.

‘I’ve been looking for someone to shed some light

Not somebody just to get me through the night

I could use some direction

And I’m open to your suggestions’

The Christmas Gala was a disaster. The gala itself was wonderful, decorated to the nines, wonderful little hors d’oeuvres being passed around on trays that looked suspiciously like real silver. You however were a disaster. After entering the gala on Bruces arm, to the flash of what seemed like a million cameras, you’d been immediately pulled away to solve a crisis for the marketing assistants. The crisis turned out to be nothing more than a minor tear in her dress. One strategically placed safety pin later and you found yourself in the midst of the gala uncertain where Bruce had wandered off too.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing standing alone?” Oliver Queen. You’d had several run ins with him whilst working for Bruce.

“Oliver, not that it’s any of your business but I’m looking for Bruce.” You didn’t even bother glancing at him, lest you encourage his flirtations. “You haven’t seen him recently, have you?”

“Does Brucie really have you working on Christmas? He truly has no shame. If you were working for me-“ You cut him off before he could descend into what was sure to be a thinly veiled innuendo.

“We’ve talked about this Oliver. I’m not interested in you, professionally or personally.” You levelled your iciest look at him.

“Sheesh, can’t even give a guy a shot in the spirit of Christmas?” You harden your glare. “Fine, fine. I can take a hint sometimes.” He raised his hands in surrender before placing them on your shoulders turning you in a full 180. “Your beloved Brucie is right there, and it seems he’s decided to use the spirit of the season to rekindle an old flame.” You were met with the sight of Bruce and Selina Kyle in an arch way locked in a kiss.

“Oh.” Logically you knew you had no right to be upset. Bruce had made it abundantly clear the two of you were just friends. But if that were true, why did this feel so much worse than any breakup you’d gone through in your near 25 years of life. “Excuse me, I need to- I should check- I…” You left Oliver standing there as you rushed from the ballroom.

‘All I wanna do is find a way back into love

I can’t make it through without a way back into love

And if I open my heart again

I guess I’m hoping you’ll be there for me in the end’

You wrote your two week notice on the train ride back to your apartment. You were sure you looked quite the sight, shivering in your evening dress, makeup running down your face from the tears you couldn’t hold back. It took an hour longer than normal to reach your corner of Gotham, it gave you time to compartmentalize. Due to the Holidays you’d only have to work out one week of your two weeks notice, but that was still one week of having to see the man who had unintentionally shattered your heart. The worst part is you couldn’t even be mad at him. He’d done nothing to lead you on or imply that you were anything more than friends. You’d simply allowed your imagination to get the better of you and now here you were crying because you’d broken your own heart. You were so lost in your own heartbreak you failed to notice the man standing outside your apartment building until you literally walked into him.

“I’m so sor-“ you began to tumble out an apology as you lifted your eyes to the face of the torso you’d just slammed into, only to be met with achingly familiar blue eyes. “Bruce?”

“You left.” He looked upset, almost as if he were the one heartbroken. “You didn’t even say goo- Have you been crying?” His hand lifts to your face, thumb trailing under your eye. You have to repress a shudder at the feeling of his warm hand on your cold cheek. “Was it Queen? Did he say something again? I’ll have him bared from the building.” You step out of Bruce’s embrace.

“No, it wasn’t Oliver Mr.Wayne.” Professionalism, detachment, that was the only way you were going to get through this final encounter with the man you’d come to love. “It was a personal matter and it’s been handled. But since you’re here I might as well do this face to face. I’m resigning from my position as your personal assistant effective immediately. I’ve already emailed HR and-“

“No.”

“No? This isn’t a yes or no, situation Mr. Wayne. I’m not asking your permission, I’m telling you. I quit.” You’re astonished at the level of strength in your own voice.

“No, you don’t. And while we’re at it you’ll stop with this Mr.Wayne nonsense and go back to calling me Bruce.” He’s agitated now, angry at you.

“Mr. Wayne once again it’s not up to you. I’ve already sent my notice to HR, and accepted a new position elsewhere.” A small lie, but a seemingly necessary one seeing how hard of a time Bruce seems to be having with grasping the concept of your departure from his life.

“Then I’ll buy this new company you work for.” He’s invaded your personal bubble once more.

“Mr. Wayne you can’t just buy a corporation to stop me from quitting.”

“Bruce, and yes I can. I’m a billionaire if you’ve forgotten.” You’re nearly chest to chest at this point. “If this personal matter is the reason you’re quitting, then let me help. I’m sure with your brains and my money we can figure out a solut-“

“I’m in love with you, you idiot.” You push at his chest, anger fuelling your every movement now. “I’m in love with you and I didn’t relish the thought of having to sit in that office day after day watching you moon over Seli-“ He’s kissing you. Bruce Wayne is kissing you. Your to stunned to do anything other than let him.

‘There are moments when I don’t know if it’s real

Or if anybody feels the way I feel

I need inspiration

Not just another negotiation’

When he’d finally pulled away, self satisfied look on his face, you began to berate him. It was his turn to be stunned into silence while you cursed him out in the middle of the street (unbeknownst to either of you, one of the teens from your apartment block filmed the whole thing. It went viral by morning and Wayne Enterprises PR team had to work overtime to spin it in the companies favour). It would take the better part of a week for him to convince you that what’d you seen was Selina’s last ditch attempt at winning him back. It’d taken him another two months of failed wooing attempts to finally get you to agree to be his girlfriend.

‘All I wanna do is find a way back into love

I can't make it through without a way back into love

And if I open my heart to you

I'm hoping you'll show me what to do

And if you help me to start again

You know that I'll be there for you in the end’

The song fades out and your left standing in the middle of your kitchen lost in thought when a gentle chuckle penetrates your subconscious. You whirl around to find Bruce leaned against the entryway, smile lighting up his face.

“How long have you been standing there?” You could feel a blush beginning to bloom across your cheeks.

“Does it matter?” He advances on you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Yes, I need to gauge how embarrassed I should be.” You sink into his embrace, wrapping your own arms around his neck. He bends down and plants a gentle kiss on your lips.

“What were you thinking so intently about?” He gently sweeps an errant strand of hair behind your ear. It was your turn to plant a distracting kiss on Bruce’s lips, the last thing you needed was to inflate his ego. “Ah, so you were thinking about me.” He smirks when you break for air.

“I was not.” Your blush deepens, as if thinking about your husband was the most scandalous thing in the world.

“Mom’s always thinking about you. It’s kinda gross actually.” Jason sat atop your counter eating a cinnamon bun. “What do you even see in the old man anyway? You’re young, attractive and funny. You could do a lot better than Bruce.”

“Off my counter.” You pulled out of Bruce’s embrace to admonish your son. “And put that down, those are for brunch.” You swat his hand away from the fruit tray. He hops off the counter planting a kiss to your check, as he grabs the fruit tray and starts carrying it to the table in the adjacent dinning room.

“It is brunch though mother.” You startle a bit at the sound of Damians voice coming from beside you, nearly 15 years in and you still got startled by the way they all seemed to move in utter silence popping up from seemingly nowhere. At 5’4” your youngest was nearly eye to eye with you, a few more years and he’d tower over you like his brothers.

“Did you all collectively wake up and decided today was the day to disregard all of mom’s rules?” You move to turn off the speaker, mourning your few hours of peace and beginning to mentally prep for the chaos of having all 7 of the Wayne children in one dinning room. “Tim you better be putting that coffee into a cup.” You had a sixth sense for Tim’s caffeine habit and, unbeknownst to him, had been taking steps to curb it. Your most recent ingenious plan was slowly mixing decaf into the regular coffee. Your current batch of grounds was 60% decaf and only 40% caffeinated.

“Of course mom. I wouldn’t dream of breaking your rules.”

“Bullshit.” You whisper under your breath. “Aren’t you all currently breaking rule number 3?” The boys had the decency to at least feigen sheepishness.

“But it is brunch.” Duke, Stephanie and Cas shuffle into the kitchen together.

“Technically the wording of the rule does state that we’re not supposed to enter the kitchen until after brunch, which is why I entered the dining room through the hallway.” Richard leaned his head through the entryway between the two rooms.

“We get it, your mom’s favourite little suck up.” Jason slaps the back of Richards head on his way back into the kitchen. He loads his arms with various platters from the counter before turning back to his siblings. “Well come on half-wits, if you’re gonna break mom’s rules might as well make ourselves useful.”

“Jason, don’t hit your brother.” Your admonishment is half hearted at best, knowing full well your second eldest was likely to simply pretend to listen, while waiting till you turned your back to strike his older brother once again. “And Richard don’t even think about retaliating while he’s holding those platters.” You lean against the back counter running a hand through your hair, releasing it from its haphazard bun. You watch the other kids with the eyes of a well seasoned mother, fear for your antique dish-ware seizing you. You really should just invest in plastic dish-ware at this point, or perhaps you can commission Lucius to develop a line of indestructible dish-ware. There has to be a market for that, right?

Bruce comes to stand beside you, placing a mug of tea in your hands. You lean your head against his shoulder, a content sigh leaving your lips.

“No regrets?” He asks, as the sound of a squabble erupt from the dinning room.

“Not a one.” You smile. No, you wouldn’t trade this for anything. CRASH Okay, maybe you’d trade out whichever child just broke- CRASH - TWO plates. “Boys what did I just say about fighting with my antiques in your hands!”

[loudlittleecho]

Too Late to Save Them: Frozen in Time

Too Late to Save Them Intro

Part 2

The ghost zone is infinite, never ending. Danny continued to float along in a daze. Months go by, but he doesn’t notice.

He does notice he is getting. . . cold. Shivering, but otherwise blocks it out. It doesn’t matter. 

Maybe he’s fully dying. 

His limbs begin to freeze up.

It doesn’t matter.

Can’t see anymore.

Doesn’t matter. 

Can’t hear anymore.

Nothing matters.

. . . 

The ice built around Danny, cocooning him. 

Placing him in a deep sleep as his body continued to float along in the ghost zone. 

. . .

Paul had seen the strange green glow fade away as it left. . . something in the snow. 

He trudged over. It was. . . ice? A big chunk of ice? Like a mini iceberg. 

That was tomorrow’s problem.

. . . 

He had gotten busy, and forgotten about the green circle and the ice that was left behind.

By now it was spring. The snow had all but melted, and as he trudged back into his field. . . the ice was still there. 

Confused, but a little intrigued, he did a rough measurement around it and figured he would check its size the next day.

It was the same.

He decided to go to the towns library and read up on icebergs. They had bad winters in Wisconsin, but he had never heard of this happening before. 

He returned a week later to the ice. No change.

By now the leftover snow was long gone. . . but the large ice growler didn’t melt.

Paul decided to chip off two pieces. One to leave beside the ice, and one to take home to one of the heat lamps. 

His thinking? Perhaps the large ice was just . . not thawing, because it was too big? So the small pieces should be able to melt. However, the world was a strange place. 

Aliens existed. Good ones that looked human, and freaky ones that said they were good, but Paul wasn’t sure about that. His daughter mentioned that was being prejudiced; he agreed he probably was, but also got her to agree that the freaky one naming itself “Martian Manhunter” wasn’t giving himself any favors. 

There were also humans that had some genetic thing, he thinks they’re called meta’s? Existed now too.

Maybe this was one of those strange things.  

. . . 

Paul scratched his head. 

The ice he brought home refused to melt. 

He even put it in the oven.

It was still cold when he pulled it out.

Maybe this was radiated ice. 

Hm.

It wasn’t melting. 

He left it for another day. 

- - -

His fridge had finally called it quits.

He had already duct taped and jury-rigged it through the months, but at this point it was time to get a new one.  Or. . . 

A couple of Ice pieces later, his freezer and fridge were now holding varying sizes of the ice chips. 

Well at least his strange find was useful.

Part 3

[steakout-05]

words cannot describe how much i absolutely love this video

the stupidly funny combination of characters that were chosen based off their first names. the narrator. the cosplays. the jerry seinfeld impression. barry steakfries' accent. barry steakfries getting progressively more aggravated as the song goes on. they let barry steakfries swear. "he's built like a mini fridge" and "this dude don't have a neck!". barry benson stealing barry steakfries' girlfriend on bumble. the references to the vlog. the lyric about the bee movie xbox game that's funny to me specifically because i saw caddicarus play it. "i'll be making your honey NUT". barry benson yelling "I MEAN COME ON!!" at the end. barry steakfries having beef with a bee that's literally 3 centimetres tall that he could easily squash with no effort. the fact that this does hard for no reason. i absolutely adore this video go watch it!!

[citrustan]

lovefool [3/6] (jjk)

pairing: jeon jungkook × reader

genre: angst, fluff (sort of), smut

summary: your boyfriend's pretty girl best friend keeps hogging up your alone time with him.

word count: 2.3k

warnings: mental illness (depression, anxiety), um angst and fluff (kind of), no closure lmao, yuna is cryptic

note: so, that took long, i know its a bit hhhhghh but it'll make sense soon i promise 😁 I mean you definitely saw that coming

1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6

Yuna woke up to an empty bed in the morning. Although, she does recollect Jungkook being in bed, next to her, as she drifted off to sleep.

Yuna isn’t exactly oblivious to her…. hostility towards you.

It’s not that she focuses on the way she treats you and does and says things with intent, it’s an automatic reaction.

The way she imagines it is that she is indifferent to your existence and role in Jungkook’s life. Although, for someone who claims to not care about you, she spends an awful lot of time criticizing every one of your aspects.

She doesn’t like your face and your hair. She hates your makeup and clothes and thinks the way you present yourself is unauthentic. The way you act all coy around people, around her friends. Her words, not mine.

Convinced that you fake your interest in her, she would rather have you hate her to her face than pretend to like her and trash her behind her back.

In a way, Yuna is very bold and mostly upfront. Keyword, mostly.

Evidently, the two of you each have insecurities built around the other.

You know Yuna is unreceptive of you and is very passive-aggressive. You’re stuck on the same sentiments of overreacting, overthinking, jealousy or insecurity. They’re all rooting from the same tree.

She wanders off into Jungkook’s kitchen to raid his fridge.

She finds a little casserole with lasagne and a note attached on the glass lid that read ‘only good for three days!! love, _____ xx.’

“I did not wake up at six o’clock in the morning to see this shit,” she mutters to herself.

She crumbles your note and tosses it into the half-full bin. The casserole is almost empty so she decides to wipe the dish clean by herself. Jungkook wouldn’t mind if it’s her.

While she microwaved your casserole, she couldn’t help but snoop around in his kitchen drawers. Finding items like matching mini beverage mugs, lilac ceramic shot glasses, personal notes addressed to him with little heart doodles on them, sketch pens and pencil crayons, a stack of heart and star-shaped post-its (pink ones at that), and stickers that looked like they were yours but she knew were at least shared with Jungkook’s.

Even this little gesture like keeping separate stationery really shows how much Jungkook might actually be invested in you.

It worries her.

She hurriedly devoured the lasagne and washed the dish.

Her thoughts revisit their mini get together (yesterday), when Jungkook fondled you in his doorway while she was in his kitchen. She doesn’t think you knew she could see you. She felt intrusive and rather ‘left out’ in a way.

It wasn’t uncommon for him to indulge in these voyeuristic acts. She has walked in on him many times before and he never cared enough to stop but would simply smirk at her, he’s even had Taehyung watch him on various occasions. This time, it felt a little more personal.

Even as a woman who ‘supports other women’, it’d make her happier to know that Jungkook was using you as a scapegoat, you know, first girlfriend in a long time and all. Much to her dismay, that wasn’t the case and it adds on to her insecurity.

A gentle ping from the main door alerts her of Jungkook’s return.

You stumble in before him.

Yuna had a strange feeling in her gut about what was about to unfold.

“Hi,” you whisper.

“Morning,” Yuna struts towards Jungkook’s bedroom and you hope she magically disappears inside.

You’re curious about what her next move would be. You think you’re a bad judge of character.

When you met Yuna, she was warm and was open to getting to know you as a person.

One would think she’d be a bit more enthusiastic about it when you’re dating her best friend.

Everything she has shown you only displayed aggressiveness. This leads you to believe that she thinks you’re truly terrible or not a good match for her best friend, or that you might have walked into a ‘could have been’ situation. You know, with her and Jungkook.

Either way, you have some clarity of the fact that neither of it is your fault.

Jungkook emerges from the kitchen, a dainty plate in hand with a croissant and what you hope is the blueberry jam. “Do you want to sit here or in the kitchen or?”

Ideally, you had imagined this with him alone. Why isn’t he worried about Yuna listening to you? Is she here to comfort him? You don’t think he’s evil enough to plan this as for when you’re done, he can be whisked away to God knows where for his stupid outdoor activity weekend. Your mood had drastically shifted from confusion and upset to a strange anxious one. Your adrenaline was pumping already.

“The kitchen,” you whisper, deducting that it’s better to be as far away as possible from the bedroom, “-please.”

Somewhere, you doubt that you’re making too much of a big deal out of this. You’re terrified of confrontations and what lies after.

Jungkook can already sense your tears. “You didn’t defend me,” you begin.

Jungkook tilts his head and past scenarios with you are violently rushing back into his head.

“When Yuna said I would be a burden on you on your weekend. And, I had reserved these two days for us because I know we wouldn’t be able to hang out as much after.” Jungkook blankly stares at you.

You don’t even want the croissant anymore.

“And I left because I was upset but you didn’t stop me from leaving,” “I’m here now, I was on my way to your place first thing in the morning, _____.”

You frown, “But you’re still leaving. I feel ridiculous even talking about this. I know I don’t have a right to tell you what to do but I wish you’d notice me and acknowledge me as your girlfriend.”

Jungkook’s eyes are wide open. His mouth opens and shuts a few times. “Do you… want to come along that bad? You know, you absolutely can and I’ll make space for you, I’ll take you there myself, it’s no problem!” “That’s not it!”

He’s so close.

“You- I don’t think Yuna likes me very much and you don’t seem to care.”

“You make me so happy but when she’s in the room, it’s all about you and her. I don’t mean to sound jealous but I can’t help it. And, you prioritize her over me a lot more than I signed up for.”

Jungkook glances up at his bedroom door and finds Yuna glaring at the back of your head.

Did he really miss all of this?

“So you expect him to choose between you and me?”

Your head snaps to look at the owner of the voice.

“I never said that,” you stress. “No, you implied it,” she shot back.

“I made an observation.”

Jungkook felt like a giant fool. He was the personification of the elephant in the room. He’s used to sticking up for his friends but not against each other. You’re his girlfriend, he’s positive he sees you romantically but Yuna is his oldest friend. His morality is a little clouded because there is so much emotion attached to both the women. He knows he’s an absolute loser if he isn’t able to jump in and come to a resolution.

Ironically, he feels worthless in this situation. He has managed to embarrass himself in front of his girlfriend and it’s a brand new emotion to him.

While he is in the state of internal monologue, you and Yuna are going at it.

This wasn’t her fight to fight. This wasn’t between the three of you, just the two of you.

He snaps out of his thoughts when he hears your chair screech. You’ve stood up to face Yuna.

“I feel like I’m dating both of you! You’re everywhere he is. I cannot compete with you and th- this was never meant to get to this point! It’s because of YOU and YOU weren’t supposed to be here! I can’t even argue with my boyfriend without you stepping in FOR him.”

He never imagined so much uncertainty and anger would come out of someone like you.

For a second, he almost found himself feeling defensive of Yuna. He managed to clear his judgement the moment you looked him in the eye. Just an hour ago, you wouldn’t even smile at him. The anxiety he felt resurfaced and knocked his senses right in.

“_____. That’s not true. I promise you; you don’t have to compete with anyone.”

You’re on the verge of tears and can feel an oncoming headache. “I’m tired of you not acknowledging her presence in OUR relationship. You do see it too, don’t you?” you question softly. “Don’t you talk about me like I’m not here,” “Yuna, you weren’t SUPPOSED to be here. I don’t like feeling this way, I’ve always been nice to you but you hate me and I don’t know how to pretend I don’t realize it.”

Jungkook slowly reaches out to hold your hand. He never expected to be in a situation where two people he loved so much were at odds with each other. Yuna’s lips were quavering. Who is he supposed to lend a shoulder to? Yuna doesn’t even deny your words. “Yuu…”

“I can’t help how I feel.”

Jungkook looked so defeated. He was most disappointed in himself that he couldn’t make you feel more secure.

“_____, come here. I swear I had no idea you felt this way. Baby?” He pulls you closer. “It’s not your fault. I needed to learn to understand my feelings,” “Baby, I never wanted you to feel like you aren’t important to me. This is still a budding relationship and I don’t want to screw anything up for us, ever.” Jungkook speaks softly but sternly.

It was loud enough for Yuna to hear. She’s dumbfounded. She has never felt this disrespected and discarded before.

Inevitably, everything Yuna had planned for them had come to a halt.

“_____, I would do anything for you to feel okay again. I like you too much.”

You’re pathetic. That’s really all it takes for you to get roped back into it. You know Jungkook isn’t some cold-hearted monster. You have just never felt love of any kind. And you really needed a release. You’re too scared to look at Yuna now.

You don’t want to carry the burden of a faltered friendship on your head. You’re too scared to embrace your own boyfriend back because of the sudden rush of emotions that went through you- guilt, nervousness, sadness. You know most of this is tied to your mental illness and you’re trying your best to realise that Jungkook’s decision is his own and not dependent on you.

“_____?” Jungkook worries about the lack of response from you. You find yourself crying. That tiny bit of reassurance and importance Jungkook had given you left you absolutely overwhelmed. You’re unable to speak but you stuff your face into your hands and push against his chest, muffling your sobs. His heart felt heavy when he felt you shiver into him.

He’s in an awkward place, physically and emotionally. He chooses to comfort you first. All this while he finds himself having a staredown with Yuna.

Old habits die hard. It’s the statement Jungkook found himself familiar to the most at this moment. The small ounces of doubt and hesitation he felt resonated with it. He’s used to Yuna and his instincts tilt towards her. And, even though you mentioned that you weren’t expecting him to choose between the two of you, he was smart enough to understand to keep his distance from his old friend. At least for a few days.

Once again, Yuna feels left out. She is repulsed by your display today a lot more than she was yesterday. Her blood boiled to see her best friend with you. Maybe, she is too used to being pampered by Jungkook. Yuna, in the midst of this, had also found clarity in her head, as had Jungkook. She knew what would come next. She knows him well. It wasn’t a very calculated move but her emotions got the best of her.

“I- Yuna, just- I think you should leave. I’ll text you later.”

Jungkook hadn’t let go of you yet. He mentally noted to order in a dozen or two of strawberries. He wanted to spoil you and make you feel his love. He also set a mental reminder to text Taehyung so he could check up on Yuna in his place.

Still pressed up against his chest and you find yourself dozing off a little. You didn’t say half of the things you planned to but you had way too many surprises (disruptions) and panicked. You do applaud yourself for being able to get your feelings across for once. You’re thankful for Jungkook’s wit and empathy.

Half of the things were still unresolved (hint: Yuna), but you did well for one day. Your therapist would be so proud.

Of course, this ended a little too well. Trust when you say, you called it. You couldn’t have predicted what happened next. Out of all the scenarios in your head, this was the one that you least expected.

“Jungkook.”

“I really can’t talk to you now, Yuna.”

“I’m in love with you, too.”

You feel Jungkook stop breathing for a second or two. You’re scared to see the look on his face when his arms loosen around you. If you were brave, you would’ve socked Yuna in the face. But you’re not brave or violent.

Jungkook feels your tears drench through his shirt and snaps out of his little assumed reverie.

“Jungkook.”

“Yuna," his voice quivers, "Please stop.”

Her sharp eyes trace your silhouettes. “_____, just remember that before you, it was me.”

[head-empty-only-sunshine]

Built 4 Love

Ch. 4 - From Friends...

A/N: Listen. Get your head out of the gutter. That's MY gutter. I live there >w> dw I thought the same thing when I wrote it lmaoooo. You'll see.

Description: You're up late again. Moon is not a fan of you constantly puling all nighters, so he has a tactic to make you listen and tire you out. Tickling you to the brink of death should do the trick.

Pairing: Sun/Moon X Reader

Word Count: 2252

Chapters: [Index] [Ch.1] [Ch.2] [Ch.3] [Ch.4] [Ch.5] [Ch.6] [Ch.7]

Getting real close and comfy with an animatronic would be strange in any other circumstance but yours. Being as close and as buddy buddy as you were with Sun and Moon, meant you knew exactly how to get on their nerves. Sometimes it was an accident, sometimes it was on purpose; but most times when it was on purpose it was because you loved being the bane of Moon’s existence.

Sun was sweet. Too sweet. You’d knock things over sometimes by accident or steal his glitter glue when you were on a break, but with Moon, every bit of your time was spent making sure he would be in a living hell of annoyance. He wasn’t scary to you, and you knew damn well he wouldn’t ever try to hurt you, so getting on every last nerve he had programmed into him was a favourite pastime of yours. This particular time though, you didn’t mean to irritate him. You were quite literally just doing your job, but threw in a little bit of attitude here and there.

At first you were alone, cramped up in the server room again with your eyes glued to your laptop. Realistically you could do your work anywhere, as you were just coding protocols for some new bots they were adding to one of the arcades. The office was just cleaner, and provided the best atmosphere for you to get your work done in. The whirring of the massive towers that kept the network and all other things up and running was calming to you, and let’s face it; the hidden mini fridge of Fizzy Faz energy drinks was a huge driving factor too. It was your private little work den where all things could not disturb you… that is until it was well past midnight and Moon had made his way into the server room.

“What are you doing up so late, hmmm?” Moon questioned as he slunk into the room.

You were startled by his presence, going rigid for a moment as you caught your breath.

“I think a better question is how the hell did you bypass the permissions to get in here?” You shot back with a puff of air.

“You left the door open, bozo.”

“... Ah. You are correct. Nevermind then.” You nodded shamefully as you turned back to your work.

“Woah woah woah, you don’t just get to dismiss me after I’ve come all the way here!” Moon complained, crouching down next to you. “To think you would be honoured by me visiting while on patrol. Hmph.”

“Oh Moony… Getting soft again?” You snickered.

“Don’t like it? I can be mean if you’d like.” He grinned. “I can be real mean. Especially since you’re up so late.”

“You can be mean, but you won’t get very far. I still have a lot of work to get done and I will not hesitate to kick your ass outta here.” You shot back.

“Tsk. Work. How much of this ‘work’ do you have to get done?”

“Well… I’m coding a new AI for several bots right now. For the arcade. West… I think?” You replied with a very obvious exhausted slur to your tone.

“Mhmm. You sound dead tired, starlight. For once, listen to me and go get some sleep. You can’t keep doing this to yourself.” Moon argued.

“Ah, so you do care~” You hummed. “I can’t stop though. I have deadlines to meet and even more tasks coming up.”

“When is this deadline you speak of?”

“Uhh… Next week I think.” You answered.

Moon took your answer and sat in thought for a moment. He inspected the progress on your laptop, then looked back over at you. The eyebags you had were insane; worse than that day you spent pulling an all nighter to prevent hack attacks. You struggled to keep your eyes open at this point, and looked like a living corpse honestly. Sleep wasn’t a mere suggestion anymore: it was a requirement.

“You’ll make the deadline just fine. Shut up and come back to rest.” Moon said a lot more firmly.

“Ahah, no. I’m in work mode. As long as I have the will to go I must keep going.” You sighed, looking back at your laptop.

Moon was not having your shit tonight. No was not an answer he would take from you this time. While crouched next to you he reached a long arm over and easily shut your laptop closed right before you could even get your fingers back on the keyboard. This elicited a sound from you he never thought he’d hear: a deep, frustrated growl. It amused him while you slowly turned your head towards him with narrowed eyes, staring daggers into his processor.

“You. Are so fucking lucky that program auto saves. If I lose one single line of code because of you I’m gonna beat your ass with the pillows in the daycare. Maybe I’ll even shove glitter glue where no sun will ever shine” You growled, clutching the arm of the swivel chair a little too tight.

“Language~” Moon teased, unfazed by your anger at this moment. “How about you just do as I say and come to rest? You’re visibly tired. C’mon, sleep~.”

“Two things, my celestial friend. One, I’m not tired. Two, fucking make me.” You challenged.

“Hah, well if you insist.”

“What the fuck are you doing? H-hey! Hey wait n-no that’s not fair! Nohoho!”

You didn’t really know what to expect, but it sure as hell wasn’t this. Moon took it upon himself to put his nails to use and start poking at your sides, forcing tired giggles from you. No matter which way you turned the chair, his arms were long enough to keep reaching you, and it wasn’t long before your squirming self was on the floor. You slipped out of the chair by accident while trying to evade his attacks, the force pushing it away from you and earning a yelp from your mouth as you plopped down on the cold tile. Moon found this advantageous, and took his chance to pin you.

“W-wait wait wait! Reconsider please! ReconsiDER! AHAHA FUCK OHOHOFF!” You laughed loudly, trapped beneath him with no way out.

“No, I will not reconsider. You say you’re not tired? You will be soon.” He said menacingly, scribbling his digits over your sides and ribs without mercy.

There was no point in fighting. He was tough, and heavy, so pushing him away was nearly impossible. The manner in which he dug his nails into your shockingly ticklish sides had you fully disarmed, gasping for breaths between your laughter. Just when you thought you couldn’t last another second under his assault he lifted his hands… and then you heard it. A buzzing sound.

“Moon... Moon NO!” You tried to persuade, struggling to get out from underneath him.

“Aw, scared of the tickle monster~?” He teased, lowering his hands again. “Have I finally terrified you for once?”

“Yes! Very scary indeed! Don’t you fucking d- AH! N-NOHOHO! STAHAHAP!”

The buzzing was a feature you never knew about. When they got it installed, you had no clue. All you knew is that you couldn’t stop laughing, the buzzing belonging to a vibration feature in his fingertips. Without even giving you a second chance to bargain with him he had his nails dug into your hips, earning a shriek of laughter from you while you tried your best to cover your face and endure it all. Giggles poured from you like an unsteady fountain, forgetting all about your work as the feeling of thumbs in your hips completely took over your senses.

Surprisingly, Moon found a lot of joy in this, the sound of your laughter setting off all the bells in his head that rang with the sound of joy. Your laughter was far more adorable that he ever would have imagined, and he admittedly got a little carried away with drawing out your cute little giggles. The only thing missing was the view of your flustered grin that you had hidden behind your hands. He could still tell how red you were despite all your efforts to hide yourself though. You couldn’t hide anything from him, really.

“M-Moon please! No mohohore!” You soon begged, your breaths becoming heavy.

“Will you go to sleep?”

“Yehehes! I promise! I’ll go to sleep!” You nodded frantically.

He finally eased up on you and let you catch your breath, your chest heaving up and down trying to regain all the oxygen that left you from your laughter. Your hands finally fell from your face to show your rosey cheeks, a ghost of a smile still lingering on your lips thanks to the phantom tickly feeling left over on your skin. Moon still sat atop you, watching you with a stern eye but an oddly soft smile.

“You. Are mean. But I still called it.” You huffed. “Those nails were meant for tickling, and you are the least threatening one here.”

“Least threatening eh? Are you asking me to continue?” He questioned, leaning down closer.

“E-eheheh… No…”

“Then I’d say my threats are quite effective.” He chuckled.

“Oh whatever. Take me back to the daycare so I can nap.” You groaned.

“Take you? What, do your legs not work anymore?”

“Too tired.” You mumbled. “You got what you wanted. I’m thoroughly exhausted. You gotta take responsibility for your actions.”

Without waiting, you threw your arms up and latched onto Moon’s torso, awaiting your ride back to comfort. He sparked a little, surprised by the intimacy. He understood hugging and holding onto Sun, but holding onto him… Was just a little bit foreign. You were right though, and he did plan on lugging you back to the daycare whether you said yes or no anyway. So, without waiting any longer Moon sighed audibly and picked you up from the floor, holding you bridal style so you wouldn’t fall.

“Don’t forget my laptop.” You added on.

“You can get it tomorrow. It’ll be safe there because I’m going to actually close the door this time.” Moon retorted.

“... Touche.”

You went silent as Moon hauled you back to the daycare, protecting you from map bots once again. He too was silent, but only because there was a very intense conversation going on in his head between him and Sun. There was a bit of teasing, excitement, and embarrassment that ended up getting reflected in Moon’s expression, yet another gentle blue glow rising on his cheeks as he walked you back up to his room. He took you to the same corner you always slept in, which was conveniently their charging space, and debated on just setting you down in the bean bag chair and screwing off again. Sun argued against that though, and actually encouraged him to do what was done last time.

“Just rest with her! She sleeps so much better when we stay.” Sun buzzed in the back of Moon’s mind.

Moon grumbled, his central system starting to overheat again at the thought of resting with you in his arms. He could not lie to Sun though. They shared thoughts, and he did really wish to do so.

“Hey, moonbeam, you still hanging in there?” Moon spoke gently, giving you a squeeze to check your condition.

“Mnh, barely. ‘Sup?”

“Would you… Like me to stay?”

“... Actually, yeah. That’d be… real nice.” You huffed.

“Alright. I can… Use the time to charge then.” He nodded as he sat down in the oversized bean bag chair with you, taking a brief moment to plug himself in.

“Mhmm. Charge. Sure.” You snickered.

He was about to scold you to try and divert any attention away from the bright blue that was now flushed across his features, but you were already out cold. You always did that: worked yourself to the bone regardless of your own health or benefit and then passed out at the snap of a finger when given the chance. Perhaps he really had exhausted you with all that tickling. That combined with the hours of coding would have anyone knocking out on the spot.

You were curled up across his legs, your head nestled neatly into the chair next to his chest. The gentle and steady breaths told him you were fine, and he let go of his authoritative act for the moment. There was a bit of hesitance, but he carefully rested an arm behind your back and held you gently yet securely so you wouldn’t fall off. You were soft, and quite warm as well. He now understood what Sun felt when napping with you and wished he had more chances to do so.

“... I think we need to tell her soon.” Moon mumbled quietly to Sun.

“M-Moon! Not yet! I… What if she gets weirded out and stops coming to see us? Or worse, what if she sends someone else to work with us!” Sun panicked.

“Sun, I doubt that. She is very much different than any of the other employees. I honestly think she likes us too. Or at least, one of us…”

"Ohhh… This is so embarrassing. Oh no I can’t think about this. I’ll make us overheat.” Sun fretted.

“We both love her. We should tell her soon at least, before we overheat permanently one day.” Moon sighed softly.

“... Okay. Just… Not yet, please. I don’t think I’m ready to do it yet.”

“Calm down, Sun. I honestly don’t think I’m ready yet either.”

[books-and-catears]

Old Flames and New Faces (Part 4)

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<- Chap 3 || Chap 5 ->

It seemed things at HOL had deteriorated faster than you could imagine. You didn't understand what caused it - they seemed to love Lily with all their being. But she refused to accept it.

At lunch time, while you sat with Solomon, Simeon and Luke - she used to sit with the brothers. Well not all of them at once - because half of them were busy but most of them.

But now she didn't anymore. She'd befriended other demons and hung out with them instead. And more often than not she sat with you.

"Does Levi have to keep on spouting nonsense about his animes? It makes my brain hurt. And I'm tired of lending Mammon money. He can quite literally be eaten by the witches I don't care! And Asmo?! Dear lord, how can someone have so much to say about themselves!?" She ranted.

Solomon struggled to keep his food in his mouth while Simeon accidentally snorted. Even Luke couldn't stop giggling. And honestly some days even you had to agree.

"And what's with Satan's obsession with Lucifer? He says he hates him but the way he wakes up every morning to exact revenge makes me think he's obsessed. And Lucifer just seems to like it somehow. Cause he never does anything about it. What kind of a father-brother weird dynamic is this?! It's a family full of TSUNDERES!"

"Lily stop!" You barely could speak from the laughter. "Someone's gonna hear you! Stop already!"

But it seemed she was even out of Lucifer's control. She broke curfew, blatantly ignored them and instead of joining in the pranks against Lucifer, she played her own pranks on everyone. While the brothers slowly got maddened by this behaviour, you could feel your heart soften for her.

She was adorable when she broke into your room to cuddle you at night, cause Belphie drools too much. She was so cute when she barged into the kitchen asking fudge and ice cream because Beel had cleaned out the fridge.

She looked upto you like a little sibling and you couldn't help but spoil her sometimes. She was the cutest little rebel you'd ever seen.

Soon enough, the brothers realized, they preferred having you living with them instead. You were not nearly this disobedient or borderline mean to them.

But now the predicament was you were nicely settled into your new home, your new life. You didn't quite have time for them either.

"Hey um MC..." Mammon called you up one evening, "So we haven't done our movie marathons lately. I have a new one downloaded do ya wanna come over and watch maybe?"

"Sorry Mammon," You apologized as you watch the popcorn cook. "Luke has this movie he's waiting forever to see it. It's group movie night tonight so can't make it today sorry."

"MC! Help it's an emergency!" Levi confronted you in class, "There's a group gaming event for Ruri Chan: Romance Wars and we're one member short, please join our team!"

"Oh shoot. I'm sorry Levi but I'm already part of another team." You said, pointing to Solomon and Simeon. "Them along with Lily - we are team Xchangers. Funny isn't it?!"

"MC, remember those two cats in the park that we always go to visit? They disappeared today." Satan whispered to you in the library. "Will you help me go find them? After that we can revise History and Spells too."

"Oh you mean Saffron and Sushi? Yeah they are all fine! Solomon and I took them." You laughed, "Yeah we built them a mini house in the garden they love it. Also don't worry about tutoring anymore - Simeon loves teaching me. And he tells me so many stories of the Celestial realm too haha."

"I'm so glad you're finally doing this." Lily said, chewing on apples you'd cut for her.

"Doing what Lily?" You ask. She chuckles and sits next to you.

"You humans are so nice you don't even realize." She said, "Showing them your worth. Like you should have these two years. God knows they deserved that."

"Lily...what are you talking about? They didn't do anything-" You tried to reason but she lifts her palm up and shakes her head.

"You were kept in the house to be kept safe. Yet that is where you lost your life. The nerve of these demons." She muttered.

"Who told you...about all this?" You ask. Noone ever brought it up because how unpleasant the whole situation was. Who could have told her?

"Not important. Just stay here and keep away from them. They'll learn their lesson soon enough." She said. "See ya later, MC."

She left the room like a hurricane, leaving all your thoughts in a mess of uncertainty, confusion and deep down...fear.

[althememelord]

Part 3 of my Modern AU headcanons, for part 2 click here or just go to my profile it's in my pinned post. 👍 Ok, Casita's interior time let's go:

- Casita is quite a colourful house and retains alot of the traditional Colombian vibe but is also extremely modern. I'm talking open plan house with foldable doors that opens out to a pool area from the large dining room/kitchen with a large wooden table made from a single tree trunk with long benches so the family can squish together without worrying about a lack of chairs.

- The kitchen is a sleek design. I'm talking white walls with blue accents because this is Julieta's turf and you best believe canon Julieta is just gaping at the two modern ovens, one traditional fire oven, giant stove top with six burners and coffee machine that anyone can use. The fridges can connect to the internet guys, is there anything left to say.

- Each member has their own room and yes this includes Mirabel. Nobody needs to share but unlike in canon Alma's room is on the ground floor because her knees are weak and we can't have that for Abuela.

- No, there is no gym in modern Casita, that's just a waste of space plus walking to the nearby gym is exercise in itself so why bother.

- The ground floor also houses the TV and mini library for the family to relax and chill out together. There is also a little shelf for board games to be kept for family game night which can also include major family Just Dance, Wii Sports, Mario Party etc competitions that get very heated.

- The ground floor is large enough to hold dance parties for the kids and receptions for the adults whenever an event calls for it.

- The library is a decent sized room with large windows that has multiple couches, pillows and the like and is padded to keep noise out so those inside the library can read, study or work if necessary.

- The modern Casita was actually rebuilt in order to make space for the grandchildren and another wing of the house or a set of mini houses are likely to be built so the family can stay together in the future.

- The upper floor has two wings, the east and west wing. Bruno's room is a floor above in the attic because when he was a teenager he wanted his own room away from his sisters and basically claimed it as his own.

- Bruno's room luckily is not like when he lived in the walls of canon Casita. The main reason he didn't decide to make his own room during the rebuilding is because Pedro had helped him trick out the attic when he was a teenager and a part of him holds that close to his heart hence, the attic room filled with a cushy bed, his pet rat (singular not plural) and various esoteric things he collects.

- Julieta and Augustine's room is thankfully not like a kitchen and is actually quite a simple bright design that faces the morning sun.

- Isabela's room is filled with plants if all kind she she has the most windows in her room making it feel more like a terranium than a room. When winter hits, family members can be found chilling in her jungle-esque room.

- Luisa's room is simple and filled with romance books and plushies. For all her muscles she is a soft hearted woman who can like what she likes.

- Mirabel's room is the furthest corner of the East Wing. She had to fight Isabela for the right to have it because she wanted a corner window seat that can overlook the river. She has blackout curtains which she uses when she wants to just block out the sun and sleep after staying up late at night either from sewing, gaming or drowning in a.l youtheb rabbit hole.

- Pepa and Felix's room is close enough to the East Wing that they get the late morning sunlight. Their room is very yellow, and can blind someone who wasn't expecting it. Nonetheless, they don't have any issues with the room as it helps them get up in the morning for work.

- Dolores's room is at the end of the West wing and is usually quiet. Her corner of the house is where the family can come to unwind if the library is being used for something and is a great place to star gaze.

- Camilo's room is messy AF. Pepa always scolds him and makes him clean his room but the next day it would become just as messy because of how many times he cha he's his clothes to take pictures and the amount of snacks he eats from his midnight kitchen runs.

- Antonio's room is awesome. Felix made a double decker like set up, where Antonio sleeps on the top of the bunk and underneath there is a mini room with a table and chair setup for him to colour or do his homework, a comfy bena bag chair and toys galore. Is he spoiled, a bit but honestly he's too sweet and the youngest so who cares ?

- Did I mention the pool also has some beach chairs and a grill so you can be sure that backyard parties are defo a thing even if it's just family.

- The guys man the grill during these times so Julieta can take a break. But Augustine is not allow to start the fire lest he brun his eyebrows...........again.

- The gates surrounding the house keeps nosy people out of their house do the family can get some well-deserved privacy.

- In my AU Mariano has tried and failed to climb over the gate and had to be sent to the hospital. Dolores was not amused but did find it romantic. Isabela thought he was an idiot and Camilo was the one who thought Mariano was an intruder and scared him, which is how he fell off the gate and got injured.

- Modern Casita was originally built by Alma and Pedro as a sort of couples project. Over the years they had to keep building new rooms etc and just got so tired that they pulled the whole house down and redid together before he passed.

- Before the rebuilding, Camilo and Mirabel shared a room. Dolores and Isabela were roomies. Luisa had her own room although it was a bit small and Antonio was still young and so slept in his parents room.

- Because the house is on a hill they get a lot of natural wind so most of the time the windows, sliding doors etc would be left open to air out the house because we believe in an eco friendly casita.

- And most importantly, ALL THE ROOMS HAVE ENSUITE BATHROOMS. Because it's complete bullshit for so many people to be sharing one bathroom. Like what if someone really needs to pee, what do you do then. Ridiculous.

So what do you guys wanna know from the headcanon? Anything you want me to explain? Asks are open and welcome for anyone interested 😆

[ranspuppyboy]

I LOVE AND BOW DOWN TO YOUR BLOG AND THE THEME ITS SO CUTEEEEE💗 BUTBUTBUT to add more of your beautiful blog im just gonna req an oneegyaru reader x 1st generation bd men like theyre just dating them and its happy and im happy ya BTW IF YOURE HAVING A HARDTIME SEARCHING UP ONEEGYARU THEN ILL JUST

Oneegyaru literally translates to older sister gyaru, this is a fashion trend that focuses on looking more mature and older sisterly like but without looking older in age! If you are over the age of 20 and under 35 you would most likely tend to stick to this trend.

A classier style, very similar to regular gyaru-kei in fashion, but including only sexy or very stylish clothes, so for example you would wear a camisole instead of a tshirt, and heels are really the only footwear. There is a HUGE emphasis on designers brands, this is really the main point of Oneegal. Brands are very, very important as well as social status, which go hand in hand really. Don't do this unless you have plenty of money!

HIII SORRY IM REALLY LATE I FINALLY DECIDED TO CATCH UP ON THE ASKS BUT HERE IT IS

it also became more like... any "unusual fashion" at this point but yeah c:

BD 1ST GEN X ONEE GYARU

I had to make it fem reader just bc... Onee... but i think i still didn't use pronouns too much?

☺︎ Shinichiro

whatever makes you happy

if you're happy he's happy too

even though he doesn't really understand it

supportive bf

will fight if anyone makes fun of you

... he'll probably lose but at least he tried

goes shopping with you and he's completely lost

hold his hand plz

tries to buy stuff for you

it never really matches but he's cute so you let it slide

☺︎ Takeomi

old man

he understands nothing

you can explain all you want but he's still clueless

you look pretty tho so he doesn't care too much

you want new clothes? he'll give you his card

he really likes spoiling you and it makes him happy

plus he likes when you do mini fashion shows for him with the new stuff you got

don't ask him to choose anything tho his taste is... questionable to say the least

ready to fight the moment anyone looks at you weird

also very supportive bf <3

☺︎ Wakasa

out of the 4 of them he's probably the ones who knows the most about fashion?

he always helps you with clothes / makeup / accs combo if you ask him to

goes shopping with you just because he thinks you look pretty when you're talking about things you're passionate about

he'll probably whine for a while if you take too long to choose stuff, but he also doesn't really care

he's just being a brat

drags you to get food after you're done as a "payback"

ends up buying food for you bc he loves you too much

i don't think he would physically fight people who made fun of you, but he definitely won't be silent about it either

10/10 go shop with him

☺︎ Benkei

help him

he is so confused

also doesn't understand

but very supportive of your choices

he already draws too much attention to himself naturally so it doesn't really matter if your style is not "common"

no one will ever make fun of you bc... Benkei is built like a fridge

gets kinda bored shopping for clothes but if you really want to he'll tag along

says every item looks good bc he genuinely think it does but is not helpful at all

probably called Wakasa for help at some point

he is baby and i refuse to take criticism on that

[cutiecorner]

《 I've been rewatching su lately and I NEEDED to make some content for my lovely boy (╥﹏╥) I've got a much bigger project for him coming up, so keep an eye out for that! Quick tw for mentions of trauma and vent regression. Headcanons under the cut!!》

*gently pats Steven* this little man can fit so much childhood trauma

SUF is all about spelling out in big letters "STEVEN NEEDS HEALTHY COPING MECHANISMS"....well,

I think he always did it. I feel like he's one of those regressors who's been sliding around age wise for a very long time, he just didn't know what it was and it was usually pretty subtle

Once he hit the teen years around Future it started to get,, less subtle. During and especially after the whole debacle, he would have these fits he just couldn't explain. Given the things ™ he was no stranger to intense bouts of emotion, but these were...different.

Every so often, late late at night, when he was tired and beaten down with this aching need for something, things would start to shift. His thoughts would start to... Slow down in a way. Things seemed more simple, sometimes for better, sometimes for worse.

In the better times, it was a much, much welcome break from his usual storming mind. He could just be swept away in the simplest things, his window, his blanket, his hands. He could just take everything one at a time, with wide eyed wonder, until he dozed off to sleep

When it was for worse, it was much, much worse. The storm didn't go away, it just became too much to understand. It felt so much bigger, more scary. The little things became too overwhelming. He's hot, he's hungry, he's lonely, he's sad. He would cry, not just cry, sob, until he just couldn't do it anymore.

This was not a gem thing, he knew that much. There were lots of things about it that felt distinctly human to Steven. Gems were... perfect, they were supposed to be built that way, at least. He doubted any built in process of making you less alert and more vulnerable would be apart of gem biology. Not to mention, his gem powers had nothing to do with it, a noticable nothing. Usually when he was overwhelmed or overjoyed, some gem power would react to it. But in these instances... Nothing.

So he turned to the only thing more powerful than gem tech: the internet. He searched on and off with every bit of his alone time until he found something that felt about right

Take a wild guess what that was.

Not only did Steven figure he was a regressor, he felt as if recently he was at the very youngest end of the scale. A baby, heck, even in infant. It was a little strange, but it felt like the perfect way to describe his state of mind.

Now that he had a name for it, he wanted something to do about it. At first he wanted a 'cure' - the behavior was just one more thing on his endless pile of oddities to deal with, he just wanted it gone.

What he grasped as the 'solution' was to indulge himself, for a little bit. Maybe if he had his needs cared for the problem would be solved, like a check engine light or something.

He prepared a little emergency pack near his bed with all the things he may need in one of these fits. He invested in a paci, dug up some of his old baby toys, prepared an emergency lullaby list on his phone, even put a bottle in his mini fridge. When the time came, he was perfectly prepared

As much as deep down he expected it to go wrong, for him to have missed something vital and ruin the whole thing, it really was... Perfect.

It was nice, it was cozy, he could even call it fun! It was the happiest place he'd been in in a very, very long time.

So maybe it wasn't a one time thing

What he thought was going to be a quick fix became routine maintenance

Of course eventually Connie finds out and becomes his caregiver, but I think I'm gonna make a whole seperate post for that because this one's getting long

As for headcanons outside of its origins-

His age range is anywhere from 0-3! Big baby/toddler energy

He's very sweet but very sensitive. A lot of his regression is to deal with pent up emotions, so bring the tissues cuz this boy is weepy

His fave regression things are the three Ss: Songs, Stuffies, and Snackies.

He doesn't properly speak often, but he's very musical! He loves to hum and babble little songs. His favorite toys are the ones that play songs or make music! Stuffie that plays lullabies? Baby piano? Toy phone that plays that Little Butterfly song? He's SO there

Stuffies to the max!! I have no doubt in my mind that he tried to give away his stuffies at some point, but he just couldn't do it. Those are his friends!!! They looked so sad!!! Naturally they all have names and backstories and interpersonal relationships, all of which Connie has committed to memory

One of his fave parts of regression is the tasty snacks!! Cookie cats of course, but also puffs, juice, pb&js, the whole nine yards! He does tend to get a little messy though, so bibs and wipes are part of his essentials

Just a little guy who loves to cuddle! Though he doesn't get physically smaller while he regresses, he gets lighter, kinda like he's floating a bit! How does one gem power react but not the other? No idea also doesn't matter. Everyone just needs to be able to pick him up dangit!!

Though I know it's probably not the most consistent with his emotions on the show, just for my sake I like to imagine his whole family is in on it eventually. They all have their own ways of doting on him, and him getting to be small and supported by his dad always warms my little heart (╥﹏╥) I feel like Greg didn't get enough of an opportunity to be Steven's dad, so he jumps at the opportunity to do it properly!

I have another idea for a way he utilizes Rose's room in his regression, but that's a whole story for another time 👀

[boldlyvoid]

Sugar, Honey, Ice Tea | Chapter 5-9

1Summary: Fix-it-fic: Dr. Y/L/N and Savannah Hayes have been best friends since their medical internship at Bethesda General. When she receives a frantic call that Derek's best friend is being transferred to the prison she works at, an unlikely friendship bubbles.

Eventually falling head over heels for the innocent man.

Warnings: Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Prison, Prison Violence, Assault, Blood, Depression, Murder, Self-Hatred, Hurt Spencer Reid, Canon-Typical Violence, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Drug Addiction, References to Drugs, Drug Use, Idiots in Love, Mutual Pining, Romantic Tension, Forbidden Love, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Strangers to Lovers, Requited Love, Falling In Love, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, Eventual Smut, past abusive relationship, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault

Word Count: 14.3K

1-4, 5-9, Epilogue

Chapter 5

Spencer agreed to a Thursday night game night in her office sometime last week, and she’s spent every day since then planning it out for him.

Learning that he really loved Tandoori chicken, making it from scratch at home and packaging it into a couple containers to bring into work. She followed a recipe from Pinterest, hoping it bared any resemblance to what he was used to, only changing full chicken to boneless bite size cutlets, because he couldn’t use a knife in the prison.

She got a chess set at the store, as well as a deck of playing cards for the Vegas boy. Rushing out her door early Thursday morning so she could stop and get a coffee and one of his favourite doughnuts too.

Deciding that she wasn’t going to tell him how she felt any time soon, just wanting to show him friendship and support until he was finally out of prison. Vowing to uphold her oath, he was a patient in her care, she would care for him as such until he wasn’t.

She carefully placed her lunchbox and the chess set on the security desk, letting them look through it as she waited. Taking out all the food from her bag, looking through the plastic to ensure she wasn’t sneaking in anything.

“It’s just my lunch for the next 2 days, I promise,” she smiled.

“I know, but I have to look anyway,” the nice man smiled. “Have a good day today Dr. Pat.”

“Thank’s, you too, officer Kyle,” she smiled, picking her things back up and heading past the gates.

Spencer was turning the corner towards the infirmary as she walked towards the door. Officer Wilkins holding him in handcuffs as he roughly walked Spencer to her office.

“Hey, hey, hey,” she stopped, looking at Wilkins like he was an idiot. “Un-cuff inmate Reid, he’s not a threat. Plus, he can hold some things for me.”

“Whatever,” he huffed, roughly taking the cuffs off Spencer's wrists before leaving. Not saying another word.

“What a dick,” she mumbled as she handed him the lunchbox.

“Good morning Spencer,” she changed her tone to match her growing smile.

He sighed, smiling back as he rubbed his wrists. “Good morning to you too, Y/N.”

She opened the infirmary door, walking past all the sleeping men in the care area. Unlocking her office before inviting Spencer in. “Sorry I was almost late,” she said softly, taking the chess set and a brown paper bag out of her purse.

She set it on Spencer's desk along with the coffee that was in her hand, “for all your help this week,” she smiled.

Spencer placed her lunchbox in her fridge, laying a hand on her back as he walked past her towards his desk. “You’re too kind to me,” he was bashful as always.

“I have something I wanted to talk to you about,” she closed the door softly, making sure the blinds on the doors window were closed as well.

“That doesn’t sound good,” he tried to joke as he sat down.

“I asked to help with your case, maybe give a fresh opinion, so Penelope sent me all the files but I haven’t opened them yet,” she sat on the edge of her desk. Trying to read his body language as he took out his donut.

He liked the pink frosting off his finger, nodding as he followed along. “Why not?”

“I wanted your permission,” she pressed her lips together in an awkward smiled. His eyes raising to meet hers, innocent as ever.

“Oh?”

“You’re very reserved, you have rules about what you share, I don’t want to break the trust we’ve built by looking into something so intimate,” she explained her thoughts. “It’s not fair for me to learn about the worst thing that’s ever happened to you, without you being the one to tell me.”

“What do you know already?” He asked softly, blinking at her as he patiently waited.

She smiled at him softly, grateful that he understood. “I know the 3 charges that you’re in on, and that you’re being framed.”

“I think I would prefer it if you read the file and just asked me questions. I don’t think I have the mental capacity to recite it all back to you today,” he was honest. Taking a sip of his coffee and looking away from her.

Giving up so much of himself to her so early in the day, she felt like he was finally comfortable with her.

She found the key to his thoughts and it opened just right, she could see the hurt that flowed through him, but she could also see the happiness. The side of him that he was afraid to bring out, in fear it would get him in more trouble.

“Okay,” she agreed. Sitting at her desk and finally opening the email form Penelope.

She read through his tox-screens, his drug history, his mental state. His first-hand accounts, witness statements, clues and findings his team had made. It all felt like the plot to a bad movie about revenge, possibly even female rage. But for what?

“I finished reading,” she said softly, brows furrowed as she chews the inside of her cheek. “Do you know anyone other than this Mr. Scratch guy who you’ve put away, wronged, lead on, or just pissed off?”

“Why?” He asked, clearly attached to the idea this was all Mr. Scratch’s doing.

“It feels like revenge, but very well planed. Like a women is mad at you so she found your weakness, I’ve done mean shit to exes in the past but this is insane. They knew you’d do anything for your mom, they knew your drug history, and the fact you might get schizophrenia one day, they wanted to drug you and make you think you did all this.”

Spencer stood then, listening to her words as he scrunched his face. Thinking as hard as he could, “can you call Penelope?”

“Yeah,” she nodded as she dialled her number, putting her on speaker phone.

“Well hello there, Love Doctor,” Penelope teased as she answered.

“Um hi, Spencer wanted to talk to you,” she panicked.

“Oh, sorry, how are you Spencer?”

Spencer looked so confused, “I’m good… Y/N and I were looking at the case files you sent-”

“Good, did you find anything?” Penelope cut in, eager to talk to him.

“Have you looked into everyone I’ve ever encountered on a case? Specifically women?” Spencer asked. “I told my lawyer and Emily that I remember a woman being there and helping, she must know me from a case too, like the other prison escapees he’s helped?”

“On it pretty boy, any specifics about her that you remember?” Penelope asked over the sound of her keyboard clicking away.

“Long brown hair, but it’s probably different now,” he added. “Everything else is dark, I didn’t see her face or any other features.”

“Alright, call me anytime Spence, I miss you,” Penelope said softly, changing her tone to a more sensitive one. “Take care of each other, my loves.”

“Love you,” they say at the same time. Looking at each other awkwardly after she hung up, leaving them to sit with their words alone.

Spencer was leaning so close to her she could feel his body heat radiating off him. Spencer placed his hand on her shoulder as he stood straight, towering over her as she looked up at him.

“I have patients to talk to, but I brought chess for you to teach me later,” she smiled up at him.

“Can’t wait,” he beamed a smile back.

She felt his hand rub the back of her blue scrubs lightly, pulling away as he walked back around to his desk. She watched him with careful eyes, wishing he would have stayed longer.

—

Normally at 4:30, Y/N would bring Spencer a tray of whatever the kitchen was serving her patients for dinner that night. Tonight, however, she walked into her office at 5 pm on the dot, closing the clinic for the night and putting all her attention on Spencer.

“So,” she smiled as she leaned against her office door, excitement radiating out of her. “A little birdie told me that you really like Indian food, Tandoori chicken to be exact…”

“No way?” He gasped as he turned around in his chair.

She nodded with a cheeky grin, “homemade so I could sneak it in.”

She took her lunch box out of her mini-fridge, opening it up to show him the 2 Tupperware containers. One for him, the other for her. She took the lids off and dished it onto 2 plates she keeps in the cabinet above the fridge.

Spencer grew more and more excited as she warmed it up, filling the room with a familiar smell. He was so happy, “I don’t know how to thank you for everything you do for me?”

“Come here,” she said softly, watching him walk towards her carefully.

She wrapped her arms around his middle, holding him in a hug. He carefully placed his hands on her back, holding her against his chest as he snuggled his cheek into her hair again.

“I’ll take hugs as payment from now on,” she pulled back from him as the microwaved beeped.

Taking a plastic spoon from the cutlery jar, she opened the microwave and handed him a plate. “Did you want to stay in here or go to the break room? I never use it cause I don’t have any co-workers, but it has a couch and a coffee table?”

“Okay,” he smiled. Taking the plate from her and waiting for her to warm up her own meal before taking a bite.

He was ever the gentleman.

Y/N reached back into her lunch box, taking out the package of naan bread, seeing Spencer’s eyes basically roll into the back of his head. “You thought of everything?”

“Bread is my life,” she laughed.

When her food was ready, she placed it on top of the chess box and led the way down to the break room. Spencer holding every door for her.

She flicked on the lights in the break room, watching them strobe before making that awful powering up frequency. She groaned, putting her food on the table before turning on a few lamps instead.

The room went from bright and anxious to relaxed and personal, the amber glow bouncing off the cream walls, it was nice. As nice as it could be in a prison. She never thought she’d be having a date at a prison.

That’s basically what this was, a date.

She made him dinner, they were going to play games, he was going to sit right beside her, close enough to kiss. She really wanted to, she’s thought about it a lot, his pink lips were perfect and she just wanted to see how they’d feel between her own.

But she wont.

“Dig in honey,” the name rolled over her tongue like it was always meant to.

She felt his eyes on her right away, realizing that she called him honey in a situation where he wasn’t crying, where he wasn’t vulnerable. She said it as a term of endearment, she couldn’t stop the embarrassment form settling in her veins.

She sat beside his softly, picking up her dinner and pretending it didn’t happen. “Thank you,” Spencer cut into the awkwardness.

“You’re welcome,” she said softly. Feeling like she could flip inside out at any moment.

From the corner of her eye she saw him take the first bite, closing his eyes as he appreciated the moment. His shoulders settled as he chewed, she could swear he almost moaned as he ate it. She has had the food in the cafeteria before, she understood his reaction.

“That good?” She asked, teasing him softly.

He nodded, silent as he took it all in. He took another bite, and another, she felt like he was going to get the hiccups at this rate but it was too cute to stop. He was like a stray dog eating inside for the first time in months, it made her happy and then a little sad.

He stayed quiet the whole time. Crossing his legs as he sat on the couch, the plate pulled in close to his chest as he shovelled spoonfuls of food into his mouth. She sat there admiring him as he did so, falling more and more every time she glanced at him.

“That was delicious,” Spencer said as he stood, placing his plate on the counter across the room. “Are you done?” He asked, taking her plate as she reached it out to him.

“Yeah, thanks,” she watched him carefully, always wanting to help her in whatever way he could.

He didn’t sit on the couch when he came back, instead, sitting on the floor on the other side of the coffee table, taking the chess set out and beginning to set it up. Not wanting to miss a moment of the freedom he felt when he was with her.

“So, chess is pretty easy to learn,” he said, looking up at her through thick eyelashes as he spoke. “Do you know any of the rules yet?”

“Um, I know where they all go, I know that you can’t go through other pieces and the horse gets to jump?” She tried to remember all the way back to grade 4, the last time someone explained the rules to her.

He was so soft with her, explaining the rules and showing her what to do. His hand would lightly brush over hers occasionally, eventually, he’d just guide her hand over the pieces that she should move. It was so nice to just be alone with him, knowing they were both allowed to be happy.

The room was mostly silent, only the sound of Spencer's advice and her giggle as she still wasn’t grasping the concept of the game.

“I just like, don’t care about the rules?” She couldn’t stop giggling at the fact she wasn’t picking up on anything he said.

Spencer laughed, it was deep and hearty, right from his soul, “then how do you want to play?”

She picked up the queen and moved it to a random spot, “I want to put this here and fight your guy. That’s why I don't get this, what is my XP? What are their skills? I was raised on Pokemon, honey.”

He made his way back to the couch, sitting closely beside her. “Well sugar pie, do you have any other games you want to play?”

She couldn’t stop herself from leaning in and pressing her lips against his. His hands wrapped around her waist on instinct as they connected.

It was everything she imagined. Soft, gentle, refreshing. Like a cold glass of ice tea on a hot summers day. She wanted more, never letting up as she kissed him.

Spencer was the one to pull off first, “shit,” she whispered, covering her mouth with her hand as she stared at him, horrified.

He laughed, smiling at her softly. “It’s okay,” he promised, “I’ve wanted to do that for a while.”

She doesn’t stop him from pulling her back in, holding her hand on his cheek as he kissed her again. Hungrier than before, Spencer’s tongue was on a mission. He tastes like dinner, but with his own Spencer difference.

Kissing him felt like a fairytale coming true.

She forgot where they were, his hands on the back of her scrubs and her hands in his hair as their mouths clashed. She started to lay back on the couch, pulling him down on top of her.

“We can't,” he pants against her lips. Regretting it as he pulls away from her.

“Sorry, this was unprofessional I know,” she tried to play it off.

Spencer pulled her back in, flush against his chest once more. “No, I don’t regret it. It’s just, I’m not ready.”

“Oh,” she says softly. Then it clicks, “oh, oh my god, Spencer I’m so sorry I forgot. I didn’t mean to push you into anything,” she worries, running her hands over his arms softly.

He shakes his head, “you didn’t. I want to, believe me, I just don’t think I can handle the after part…”

“I cried for 3 hours after I had sex again, after everything,” she told him in complete honesty. Not even Savannah or Derek knew that.

“You don’t have to-“

“I want to,” she assured him. “You shouldn’t have to be the only vulnerable one here, I want you to know about me.”

“You don’t have to tell me the details, I don’t want to think about someone hurting you,” he whispered, his eyes innocently studying her face for how she was feeling.

“Okay, so here’s everything else,” she was still holding his face in her hands. Rubbing her thumb over his cheeks. “I had 2 moms and a little sister, and I was raised in Boston. I met Savannah in 2004, I worked with her until a few years ago. She’s my best friend, Derek is like my big brother.”

She gave him the basics, “I don’t have a dad, my mom used the same donor for me and my sister, so I’ve never really felt safe around men because I never knew many.”

“Understandable,” he smiled softly. “what’s your mom like?”

“She died when I was 26,” she pressed her lips together awkwardly. “I haven’t talked to her wife since then, my other mom, she remarried not long after. I think she was cheating on my mom when she was going through chemo.”

“I’m so sorry,” Spencer whispered.

“I can relate to a lot of the stories I know about you already. My mom was my world, I don’t know my dad. I’ve been hurt by people, I’ve lost a lot of myself while trying to help others,” she brushed her nose against his softly. Letting him know she wasn’t pulling back any time soon. “Who you are is not what you did, or what you’ve been through.”

He kisses her again softly. Breathing in through his nose lightly, his hand on her back pulling her in closer and closer. He didn’t want to let her go, and she was more than happy staying in his embrace forever.

He pulled back softly, “I lied to you.” He whispered against her lips.

“When?” She asked, scared to know the answer.

“I do remember you from Derek’s wedding, he told me about you a long time ago. I told him I was ready for dating again when you told him about Mark,” he couldn’t look at her.

“That’s not a huge lie,” she smiled softly. “I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t looking at you all night, with that little blond boy. You two were so sweet, Mark got really mad at me for staring at you actually.”

“Derek told me when he hurt you, he came to my apartment right after so he wouldn’t go and kill him,” Spencer’s voice was so low she had to stare at his lips to understand him. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” she shook her head softly, kissing the tip of his nose. “Thank you.”

“I don’t want to go back to my cell,” he whispered as he pressed his forehead against hers.

Breaking her heart in the process.

She kissed his cheeks and his lips a few times, peppering kisses to his soft face to make up for it. “We can’t do this again until you’re free,” she whispered.

“I understand.”

“So you better think long and hard about this woman you remember so I can track her down and shove her in that cell instead,” Y/N’s stern voice made him smile.

“Thank you,” he replied again, hugging her the way he promised he would thank her from now on.

—

For being 9 pm on a spring night, it was rather warm in the Vermont parking lot. She left the prison a while ago, not able to leave Spencer’s gravitational pull yet as she sat there, staring at the prison thinking about him alone in his cell instead of pressed against her chest for the rest of the night.

Thinking about the feeling of Spencer’s hands on her body and his tender lips. Her hand over her mouth as she remembered how his bottom lip ghosted over her own, the anticipation was enough to light her on fire.

She took out her phone and called Derek, knowing he would put her on speaker if they were already in bed for the night. Really needing her best friends right now.

“Hey kick-ass, how are you doing today?” Derek’s voice was overly cheery, “Hey!” Savannah added in the background.

“I’m in love with him.”

Chapter 6

She barely slept anymore. Waking up at 6 am every morning without her alarm clock, her heart physically aching to return to Spencer's side after a night without him. She felt like a love-sick school girl, wanting to be with him all day even if they had nothing to say. Just looking at him was enough to make her happy.

A few weeks passed. Weeks filled with smiles and laughter, singing and reading, inside jokes and shared jello cups. She was so madly in love with him, hugging him every morning when he arrived and every night before he left. Keeping her word, kissing him on the cheek every so often instead.

She started a routine of picking up a coffee and a donut for Spencer every single Thursday, worried that he probably thought about his case all night, yet again. Which only kept her up worrying all night about him, wondering if he was doing okay all alone.

Only getting sleep when she remembered that he had a photo of her, his mom, Derek and hank with him. He’d be okay.

She walked into the infirmary to find Jerry and Mike waiting for her with a guard. Mike bleeding all down his face while Jerry held his clearly broken hand.

“You two are going to be the death of me,” she sighed. Putting all her things in her office before coming back to care for them.

She excused the guard, telling him she had it from here. They wouldn’t put up any more fights with her, they looked up to her like a momma bear, and they were her terrible cubs.

“It is 7:33 am, who the fuck did you have to fight this early?” She whisper yelled at them. Not wanting to wake Leo in the care ward, “who is worth this?”

“You don’t want to know,” Mike said under his breath.

“Well clearly he’s not here, is he dead or in violent crimes? If you two fucked up our plan of me helping you during parole next year, I’m going to be pissed,” she tried her best to entice the answers out of them.

“It was Shaw,” Jerry said softly. “He was planning to hurt the new guy, he’s all fake buddy-buddy with him.”

“Excuse me?” She panicked.

“He’s been talking to Milos at night in the locker room, Wilkins lets him out of his cell and into gen-pop,” Mike carried on the story as she tried to clean the blood off his eyebrow.

“What are they going to do to Spence?”

“Spence?” Jerry teased her, poking her side. “I didn’t know he had a nickname already. Why haven’t we met him yet?”

“I’ve kept him locked away to be safe, I’m going to find a way to keep him here at night,” She said softly. “He’s best friends with my brother, I can’t let him get hurt.”

“So you knew him in freedom land?”

She nodded, “a little.”

“All you need is a bandaid,” she changed the subject as she reached into her kit. “And Jerry I’m going to have to set your fingers back in place, if you scream in my face, I will kick you in the nuts.”

They laughed at her fake tuff guy act, never actually being able to hurt them. They were her buddies, giving her a big hug after she finished with them. Getting them both a pudding and telling them to stay put for the day if they wanted to.

Spencer found her in the lab when he arrived, she knew it was him when the door opened, no one else had a passkey to get in. She was writing down some numbers on a chart when he wrapped his arms around her from behind.

She dropped her pen and turned around in his grasp, holding his face in her hands immediately as she pulled him into a quick kiss.

“I thought you said I couldn’t do that again till I’m free?” He asked softly. Kissing her a second time as he finished.

She smiled against his lips, “you’re free when we’re alone.”

He kissed her harder. His hands around her waist as he picked her up slightly. Twirling her around as they kissed, she laughed against his skin. Unable to stop herself from smiling as she held onto him.

She kissed him one last time as he put her down on the floor, “I have a coffee and donut for you in my office.”

“You’re too good to me, Sugar Pie.”

“Anything for you, Honey Bunch,” she bit her lip as she smiled at him again. So absolutely overwhelmed with love for him.

“I actually have a serious question to ask you,” his tone changed, making her concerned.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m still trying to figure out more about that night, and I think I want to try exposure therapy,” he explained. “I was wondering if you’d help me get high, so I can remember what happened in the same mindset.”

“Okay,” she nodded softly. “I can book you in for the night here, say you’re under observation, and I’ll stay here with you.”

“Are you sure?”

She kissed him softly again, looking up at him with a smile after. “If you’re sure about it, I’ll help you. But we need some ground rules.”

“Of course,” he agreed. Letting go of her as she stepped back, leaning against the counter now.

“No kissing, nothing like that, we’ll do it in my office so you can be alone and then later you’ll sleep in the observation room. Leo is in there, he’s harmless and sleeps all night on his morphine anyway,” she explained. “I’m not going to take advantage of you, I don’t want you to regret it. It’s going to be hard to sober up again once you get a taste of euphoria in here.”

He nodded along as she set the rules, “those are good. Thank you.”

“They drugged you with heroin, and while I know where to get some, I’m not letting you do that,” she laughed. “I have Dilaudid in pills and liquid morphine.” Letting him pick his poison.

“The pills will be fine,” he said softly.

“Alright,” she smiled. “And if you want, when you get out I can take you to a meeting? You’ll need to talk to someone other than me, someone who gets it.”

“You’ll stay with me after all this?”

“As long as you let me,” she felt her heart grow 3 sizes at the way his puppy dog eyes stared back at her. “Go have your breakfast and I will come to see you soon, okay honey?”

His smile was glorious, she could feel the love radiating off him as he looked at her. It felt wonderful, knowing at that moment her feelings weren’t one-sided. That he wanted her just as bad as she wanted him. He was going to be good to her.

—

She had mike and Jerry help her move the couch from the break room and into her office, allowing them to meet Spencer, finally. It was awkward at first, two big muscle men telling him how much they also loved their Sugar.

“Should we tell him?” Mike nudged Jerry.

“What?” Spencer asked softly, sitting at his desk on the other side of the room, really not enjoying their alpha energy.

“Shaw, Milos and Wilkins are all secretly buddies, they were planning to hurt you and so Mike and Jerry beat Shaw up in the yard,” she scrunched her face as she explained it, not ready for his reaction.

“How?”

“After they cut that kid's throat, they wanted to get you to run heroin for them. But you ended up in here, we heard them in gen-pop last night saying they wanted to get you,” Jerry explained as he played with the bandages on his hand. “He won't be out of the violent offender's infirmary for a while.”

“Thank you,” he replied to them with a pressed-lipped smile. “I need to call my team about the case.”

That was their queue to leave, Y/N patting them on the back for the help, telling them they could stay with Leo or go back to the yard, she didn’t care. They just couldn’t be in her office for this.

Spencer looked a little pissed off. “I didn’t ask them to do that,” she said, defensively.

“I’m not mad at you,” he shakes his head softly as steps into her space. “You’re the only person I can trust in here.”

She placed her hand on his chest softly, “call Penelope. Take your time on the phone with the team.” She handed him her cell phone, “FaceTime them if you want. See their faces, it’ll be okay.”

He hugged her, a silent thank you. She ran her hands over his back as she pressed her face into his neck. Holding back every instinct to tell him she loved him as she pulled away.

“I’ll be back soon, okay?”

“Okay,” he smiled. Taking her phone, “how do I?”

She couldn’t help laughing, “here,” she dialled Penelope’s cellphone number and hit the FaceTime button.

Seeing her beautiful, bright and bubbly face smile as she answered. “Hey! Oh my god, hold on,” they watched as she got up and ran down a hallway.

Spencer was instant giggles and smiles, a side of him she’s never seen before. True, pure love. This was his family, these were his people. She could see herself fitting into his little world one day.

“Guys! It’s Spencer!” She yelled as she ran into another room.

“What’s wrong?” “Is he okay?”

Suddenly she turned the phone sideways to show all his co-workers. “Hi!” He waved to them.

“Spence!” Emily and JJ cheered, “oh you look so good.”

“I feel good, how are you all?” He asked softly, taking her phone and sitting down at his desk.

She watched him softly from the door, slipping out when she saw his attention was fully on his past life. She walked down the hall towards the lab, hearing his laughter through the walls.

—

She placed 2 pills in a plastic cup, taking an apple juice and jello from the fridge for Spencer. She placed it on his desk 20 minutes before his shift ended, giving him a little space to decide when he wanted to. He told her that he get’s cold when he comes down from a high, so she leaves a fluffy blanket and a pillow on the couch before slipping back out of the room.

She returned to the care unit, looking over Leo as he got ready for the night. Administering his meds and wishing him a good night. She closed his curtain, so when Spencer eventually went to bed he wouldn’t be disturbed.

When she finally settled into her office for the night, Spencer was in the dark. Sitting on the couch, wrapped in a blanket. “Hey,” he said softly.

“How are you?” She asked softly. Closing the door behind herself. Locking it and making sure all the blinds were closed.

“It’s going to hit soon,” he said softly. Suddenly embarrassed and closed off, hiding from her as he laid down.

She didn’t want to bother him, sitting at her desk with her reports. The light from the computer is just enough to see what she was looking at. She glanced at him every few minutes to make sure he was okay.

He enjoys it at first, a blissed-out look on his face as his head is tossed back against the couch. She knows the exact euphoria he’s feeling, she understood perfectly why someone would want to escape like that.

Then his face changes as he starts to hate it, he mumbles to himself with his eyes squeezed shut, she could see him gripping the sheets as he tries to force himself to remember.

She’s uncomfortable watching it, feeling like an intruder. She tried to only focus on her work, flipping through emails and Twitter, scrolling through Facebook for the first time in months to preoccupy her mind.

He was like that for at least an hour.

She could hear his teeth chattering as he came down, just like he said would happen. “You okay, honey?”

“Y-yeah,” he tried to speak through the shaking. “C-can we cuddle?”

“Yeah,” she whispered, turning on her desk lamp before joining him on the couch.

She pulled him up into a sitting position, sitting where his head once was and letting him settle into her lap. She ran her hands through his hair, combing through the locks as she shushed him. Running her hand up and down his back in a tender motion, he snuggled into her leg.

“I’m not that high anymore,” he says softly.

“I know, it’s okay if you are. I’m not going anywhere tonight.”

“I love you,” he whispers.

It makes her stop. Her whole body stills at the words, he wanted to clarify so she’d know it wasn’t a spur of the moment thing. She closes her eyes and squeezes them shut, biting her lip as she tries not to burst into tears.

He felt it too.

She swallowed the lump in her throat, “sit up.” She instructs him softly.

She laid down against the couch then, waiting for him to snuggle into her side. Wrapping the blanket around them both as they found the most comfortable position.

“Sorry,” he whispered against the crook of her neck.

“It’s okay, it just feels wrong for me to say it back right now. I feel the same, believe me, Spencer.” She wanted to assure him to the best of her ability. “But you’re still an inmate in my care, I can’t. Not yet.”

“You don’t have to,” he pulled back to look her in the eyes, his own still droopy from how tired the drugs made him. “I’m going to love you regardless.”

She broke her own rules. Kissing him softly, holding him close to her, under the blanket where both their body heat was trapped. She had never felt safer in her entire life.

Spencer only crawling into that bed in the care ward when he woke up to her alarm the following morning.

Chapter 7

There’s someone banging on her office door just a little after 8 am. She was in the middle of putting a new pair of scrubs on over her long-sleeve undershirt, the banging on her door doesn’t stop until she opens the door.

“What?” She yells at them.

It’s Officer Wilkins. “Where is inmate Reid? We have a visitor for him.”

“No one is scheduled to see him today?”

“There is now. Where is he?” The man towered over her. Trying his best to intimidate her.

“Care ward. I’ll get him. You can go wait in the waiting room,” she pushes past him. Watching him stumble as he hits the wall.

“He’s not worth dying over,” he whispers under his breath.

She doesn’t leave Reid’s side as Wilkins attempts to escort him to an interrogation room. Y/N stands in the observation room as Spencer waits, cuffed to the table. Looking through the mirror at each other, only he couldn’t see her. He just knew she would be there.

“Mom?” Spencer’s shocked voice breaks her out of her thoughts as she sees Diana walking into the room.

A dark-haired woman she’s never met before escorting her in. Y/N whips her phone out to take a quick photo before running back to her office as quickly as she can.

Y/N: I need you to check on Cassie, Diana’s nurse. Someone I don’t know just brought Diana to the prison.

She attached the photo she took, setting her phone down to looking through the visitor's logs on her computer. Wanting to know the name of the woman accompanying Diana.

“I’m sorry,” the familiar voice says from her doorway.

She looks up at him from her desk. Wilkins is stepping into her space with a look of guilt, taking his baton off his belt.

“You don’t have to do this,” she backed up against the wall, trying to keep as much distance from him as possible.

“I have to,” his tone changed. Like a personality switch, his eyes darkened as he charged at her.

She ran around the desk, watching him follow. Punching her in the face, causing her to fall back against the couch, she didn’t want him to get on top of her. Dropping to the carpeted floor as he dove onto the couch.

She crawled on the floor towards the door as he tried to get up. Standing as fast as she could, roundhouse kicking him in the face with a grunt. Her foot hit his jaw at just the right angle, rendering him unconscious.

She reached for his cuffs as soon as he hit the floor, “Leo!! Help!” She screamed down the hall.

She heard bare feet running down the hall, followed by the sound of rubber on linoleum. “Sugar??” Mike and Jerry yelled as they followed.

“Watch him,” she insisted once the cuffs were on him. “Hurt him if you have to.”

She took the second pair of cuffs off Wilkins's belt before running out of the room, her lip busted and bleeding down her neck.

She ran down the hall towards Spencer, busting into the room and knocking the nurse to the ground. Struggling to get her onto her stomach, “stop struggling, who the fuck are you?”

“Get off me!” She screamed in return.

Y/N cuffed her and pulled her to her feet, pushing her against the stone wall.

“What is going on?” Spencer stood up, cuffed to the table so he couldn’t help.

“Wilkins just attacked me, Diana wasn’t supposed to be here,” she said over her shoulder in Spencer’s direction. “So I’ll ask again,” she whispered in the woman's ear as she pushed her against the wall harder. “Who, the fuck! Are you?”

“He knows me,” she spat out.

Y/N ripped her off the wall, making her look at Spencer who was shocked, speechless as he tried to remember her face. “Who is she?”

“She told me Cassie was fired, she’s been with me all morning?” Diana tried to explain, slightly freaking out.

“I sent her photo to Penelope, I need a guard,” Y/N said, hauling the unknown women into the hall with her.

—

The prison was put on lockdown as they tried to figure out this security breach. Wilkins and the nurse being held in prison custody as they waited for the BAU team to fly in.

Figuring out that her name was Lindsay Vaughn, Spencer remembered as much as he could about her. How he tried to save her dad, losing him to his carnal need to kill. Lindsay following closely in her daddy's footsteps.

Diana sat at Spencer’s desk, Mike and Jerry stand watch at the door. Y/N was sitting on top of her desk in front of Spencer, it was his turn to run alcohol over her cuts. Holding her face in his hands as he cared for her.

“I'm sorry,” he mouths the words at her. Not wanting his mother to overhear them.

She nods in response, unable to smile as the cut on her lips stings. All things considered, she could have been in a lot worse condition if it wasn’t for Derek and her training.

She wants to kiss him, she can tell he’s looking over her shoulder at his mom. Waiting to make sure she’s not looking before he leans in a little closer.

Pressing their lips together as silently as possible, his eyes still on her’s as they did so. It’s the most tender kiss she’s ever had, “I’m okay Spence,” she said softly as he pulled back.

“I’m still sorry you were dragged into this,” holding her against his chest softly.

From where she was sitting on top of her desk, she placed her head on his chest, holding him as close as she could, his cheek resting on her head. She wrapped her legs around him, not wanting to let him go, ever.

Needing the comfort he brought her, now more than ever.

When Derek and she started training again it was mostly to help her feel safe. To know what to do if it happened again. She didn’t ever expect it to, thinking it was a once-in-a-lifetime thing. That she’d learn from it and then she wouldn’t be in this situation again, being punched in the face by a man.

She started to cry, the throbbing pain in both her face and her foot taking over as the adrenaline dissipated, she was too overwhelmed to do anything more. He let her cry against him, rubbing his hand on her back as he kissed her forehead.

She couldn’t wait for him to get out of here, and she was going to leave with him.

—

Derek is the first to burst through the door. Wrapping Spencer up in the biggest hug she’s ever seen him give. Rocking Spencer back and forth in his grasp as he kissed Spencer's cheek a few times.

He pulled back, holding Spencer's face in his hands. Smiling so he didn’t cry, “they’re dropping the charges.”

“You’re kidding?”

“Nope,” Derek shakes his head adding, “You’re free.” Expecting Spencer to hug him again.

Instead, Spencer turns to Y/N and pulls her into a kiss. She’s startled at first, eyes wide open as Spencer’s hands find her waist and pulls her right up against him.

She can't help but settle against him. Holding his face in her hands as she kisses him back. He picks her up slightly, spinning her around with his face buried in her neck as she yelps.

Everyone in the room watching him celebrate with her in shocked silence.

He placed her back on the ground, kissing her one last time. “You did it, Spence,” she smiles at him.

“We did it.”

She hears someone clearing their throat. Both of them turning to see the Warden as well as the entire BAU team standing in her doorway. But they don’t pull apart, Spencer’s hand stays on her side as they wait to get yelled at.

“I quit,” Y/N said before he could say anything to her, “and I might sue.”

“I’m suing for sure,” Spencer added.

“We’re terribly sorry for the condition of your stay Doctor Reid. And Doctor Y/L/N, I’ll never be able to make it up to you. I’m incredibly sorry for what Wilkins did,” the warden tried to cover his ass from a bureau lawsuit.

“Too late for that,” Emily added. Stepping into the room more. “Doctor Reid will be leaving with us, now.”

“Understood,” the Warden hurried out of the room before any more damage could be done.

Everyone took a turn hugging Spencer then. A handful of them even hugging Y/N as well.

Emily wrapped Y/N up in a hug, rubbing her back the way she would all those years before. “Thank you, you have no idea what he means to us.”

“I think I do,” she laughed against her. “If that’s not weird?”

“Not at all,” she pulled back, looking at Y/N with her big beautiful eyes, her bangs pushed out of the way so she could take a good look again. “You two are good together.”

She smiled, “thanks Em.”

“We need to fill him in on everything, will you stay with Diana?” Emily asked.

“Of course, I’m just going to be packing up some things anyway,” she said as she turned to Spencer. “Have fun with your friends, honey.”

“Thanks, sugar,” he kissed her on the cheek before walking out. Everyone whistling and hollering at the boldness Dr. Reid had developed in prison.

They all filed out after him, she watched the door with a soft smile as they wandered down the hall, Spencer taking them to the break room so they could chat.

“Thank you, Y/N,” Diana’s small voice came from Spencer’s desk.

“Oh, Diana,” she smiled. “Can I give you a hug?”

Diana nodded as she walked over to her, wrapping her up in a hug, much like how Spencer would. She can imagine Spencer’s hugs once feeling like this, imagining him small and shy, holding her slightly. Unlike his more beefy, relaxed form since being in prison.

“He means the world to me too,” she says softly as Diana pulls away.

“You saved him, if he didn’t have you he might not still be my soft and sweet little Spencer,” Diana patted her shoulder. “Thank you.”

“Thank you for making him,” she laughed slightly. “He’s a wonderful man, I have a feeling you played a big role in that.”

Her smile was just like his. The smile of a mother, someone who was going to love him forever, maybe she’d love her too. Y/N felt a little emotional, this could be her family one day.

Chapter 8

There was a lot of information to process as she sat at the BAU round table.

Learning the entire plot of some women’s revenge against Spencer, just how much Wilkins and Lindsay were involved, the crazy scheme they planned and how terribly it would have ended if she wasn’t there.

Spencer, on the other hand, was visiting this Cat person in prison. The one who orchestrated it all, the one who was obsessed with Spencer, the love of her life, to the point she might be having his baby. He had some things to settle with her.

He was on edge before he left, going with Derek and JJ while Y/N stayed back with Diana. David Rossi had even offered to let them all stay at his guest house later that night, seeing as Spencer’s apartment was a crime scene.

Lindsay murdered Cassie, leaving her dead body on Spencer’s apartment floor. Ruining the place he was so desperate to return to.

She was a little out of it. Trying to think of everything that happened and everything she would have to do in the next few days. Compiling a list in her mind as the anxiety bubbled in her gut.

She needed a new job and a new place to live. First, she’d have to go back to Vermont to pack, and she’d have to find a way to support her boys on Parole. And Mike and Jerry.

She put her hands over her face and rested against the table. Overwhelmed with everything, her face still hurting, the lights were too much, she was tired.

Then she was crying softly.

“Hey,” Emily rubbed her back softly. “Shhh, it’s okay, what’s wrong Y/N?”

She sat up and wiped her eyes with a small laugh, embarrassed that her kinda ex-girlfriend was comforting her. “I’m stressed?” She answered, not even really sure herself.

Emily smiled while she nodded, looking so different now than she did back when they first met. Older, but in a beautiful way, gracefully becoming who she was always meant to be. “I get it, believe me.”

She remembered Derek saying she ‘died’ once. How they buried her casket and how pissed they were when they found out she was actually alive. Y/N only knew Emily re-born, as they called her.

She was always caring, always wanted to comfort and make people happy. It was the way she coped with hurting them all, but it carried on past the team. It carried on to strangers, victims, sometimes even unsub’s.

And most definitely Y/N.

There was a part of Y/N that wonders what loving Emily would have been like; if it would have felt half as good as loving Spencer. Or would it be better? She’d never really know, but she could imagine it would have been nice.

“How can we help?” Emily asked, still as wonderful as ever.

“I need a new job,” she laughed. “Can Penelope use her mad skills to find a reputable business in need of a doctor around here?”

“Are you moving back to Virginia?” She smiled at the thought.

“Yeah,” Y/N nodded, a smile growing on her face. “I’m kind of attached to Spencer now.”

“Good, maybe Derek can help you find a place, he has like, what 7? Right now that he’s fixing up?” Emily threw out ideas. “You’ll get the ball rolling soon, it’ll all be fine.”

“Thank you,” she said softly. “For not giving up on him, I know you would never but, I was worried he had lost all hope and you never did. Thank you.”

Emily hugged her again, not saying anything. Y/N knew there was nothing to thank her for, this was a family. They would kill for each other if they needed to.

“Let’s go see Penelope,” Emily replied as she pulled away. Standing and extending a hand for Y/N.

The BAU offices were so interesting, many people running around to get jobs done before the end of the day as the main team chilled. It was like any other office she was in; controlled chaos and hierarchy.

Diana was sitting with Penelope in her office, flipping through a scrapbook while eating a jello cup. It made her smile to see it ran in the family.

“Hey,” Penelope cheered as she noticed them.

“I was just going to ask for some help with something, I see you’re busy,” Y/N awkwardly commented on the situation.

“Oh, we’re not,” Diana said. “I was showing her photos of Spencer. Would you like to see them?”

“I’d love to, um while I’m here, Penelope would you be willing to help me search for a good job?” She asked a lot mousier than Spencer would have if he was asking her for something.

“Of course, what are we looking for?” She wheeled to her main computer, cracking her knuckles as she got ready to look.

“Um, anyone hiring a GP close to here, I’m willing to go all the way to DC for work,” she explained. “I just want a place where I won't get punched again,” she tried to laugh at the trauma.

“The sanatarium is hiring, they’ve got good ratings and not a lot of patient complaints, they’re looking for a physician to care for the elderly members of the program,” Penelope explained as she clicked through screen after screen of info.

“That would be nice,” she smiled towards Diana. “Did you like the one you were at?”

“Oh yes,” Diana mused. “I had many friends there, I miss them and the social aspect. For a bunch of loons, I really loved the company.” She laughed at herself.

“I send the link to you,” Penelope smiled. “Now let me see his little baby bum again that one is my favourite, he’s so funny,” she leaned back in close to Diana.

All the pictures were priceless. Seeing Spencer grow up, page after page, every award and accomplishment displayed proudly. It made her miss her family, the love that a mother could bring to her life.

She got a little emotional, trying to nonchalantly wipe the tear off her cheek as she watched Diana flip a page.

“Are you okay?” She asked softly.

Y/N laughed, “yeah I just miss my mom.” She scrunched her nose so that the tears stayed in, waving her hand in front of her face as she tried to blink the tears back.

“Where is she?” An innocent question opening the floodgates.

“She had cancer,” Y/N cried softly. Not noticing as Emily and Penelope left the room. Giving them a space to bond.

“She died when I was 26,” she explained.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart,” Diana placed her hand on Y/N’s back as she rubbed her softly. “Do you have any other family?”

“My moms are gay, well. After my mom died I stopped talking to her wife, yes she raised me but she hurt my mom too much for me to love her like a parent,” Y/N unloaded her trauma onto Diana, it must be genetic to find comfort in the Reids.

“Spencer never had a father either,” Diana related to her. “After William left it was just us, and Spencer stepped up to being the man of the house. He’s always been thrown into situations where he has no control but he needs to make the decisions. You’re probably the best person he could be with, he doesn’t have to take care of you.”

“Cause I baby him,” she laughed as she wiped stray tears off her cheeks. “He’s pretty wonderful, you did a fantastic job. Both of you did, look at the love you have. This is a perfect family.”

She gestured to the book of photos, seeing the love beaming off Diana’s face as she held a 12-year-old Spencer in her arms. Braces, on his face, thick glasses, long hair. He was adorable.

“You’re welcome to join,” Diana offered softly. “I’ve always wanted a daughter.”

“Why didn’t you?” She asked softly.

“Why have more when you can stop at perfection,” she smiled, the same wonderful smile Spencer had.

“That he is,” she agreed. “Thank you for him.”

“Thank you, I mean it when I say you saved him,” Diana’s serious look making Y/N cry again.

“I know,” she cried. “And I’d do it again.”

In a heartbeat.

—

Rossi had 3 rooms ready for use in his guest house. Only 2 were ever used during their stay. They spent a few nights recovering together, helping Diana into a new routine for a few days while trying to just spend as much time as possible together out in the real world.

Rossi’s property was huge, never-ending even. He had lake access, ponds with ducks, fields and fields of long grass topped with flowers. It was like a dream getting to explore it together.

Happiness hit her like a freight train, smacking her in the chest and knocking the wind out of her.

She blinked and suddenly she had been waking up in Spencer’s arms for a week straight. Going on adventures together, waiting for him with a coffee outside his NA meetings, holding him all night long.

He had a hard time adjusting to a real bed again, it was too soft. He spent most of his time with his head on Y/N's chest, letting her rub his back slowly as she kissed his head, helping him drift off to sleep every single night. Causing her to fall deeper and deeper in love with him.

Every day beside him was a blessing, no longer was he a dog trapped in a cage. He was free, running with her through the fields like wild horses.

She woke up with him still snuggled into her, arm around her waist, legs tangled together, his face right in the crook of her neck. His hot breath on her skin being the thing that finally woke her up.

Absentmindedly running her fingers through his hair, eyes still closed as she woke up. Snuggling her cheek against the top of his head, causing him to pull her in tighter. Both of them slowly coming alive again.

“I love you,” her voice coarse from sleeping with her mouth open, dry as she licked her lips. It was the only thought that came to her mind. Not even realizing it was the first time she’s said it to him.

Spencer kissed her neck softly, “I love you.”

She couldn’t believe the happiness she was feeling, almost positive that even in her saddest moments she still loved him just this much. He was everything, even under all the scares and trauma, he was the most wonderful person in her whole world. And she was beyond blessed to be holding him in her arms.

The sun was barely up yet, having fallen asleep around 10 pm last night, they were up way earlier than they expected. It was so nice, the deep orange light of the morning sun creeping through the window behind the bed.

“Do you want to go watch the sun come up?” She asked softly.

“Yeah,” he nodded softly. Sitting up with her to get ready.

They put on track pants and sweaters and shoes, grabbing a few blankets and heading outside. A few minutes of walking behind Rossi’s house led them towards a beautiful little pond, they laid out 2 blankets over the dew-soaked grass before cuddling on top of it.

The birds were performing for them, the clouds were cleaning into the most beautiful morning blue sky she had ever seen. She couldn’t help herself from holding him tighter against the blanket.

The sun shined on the water, casting beautiful pinks and oranges across the surface as it stretched into the sky. A few ducks followed their mommas in the May morning breeze, quacking in agreement as they swam across the pond. Playing a game of following the leader.

It was a dream, she was sure of it. It was all too perfect to be real.

Including Spencer, he laid there softly underneath her, holding her against his chest as she appreciated the world around them. His attention only on her, even after being locked up for 3 months. He would always choose her.

“I’m so happy,” she said softly. “You make me so happy.”

He kissed her on the forehead, pushing her back against the blanket so he could kiss her whole face as she laid there. Smiling as she held his sides, letting him smother her in affection.

When he finally stops kissing her, he brushes her hair behind her ear. Cupping her face with one hand as he looks at her. The sun casting a vibrant glow on the both of them as they appreciated each other for a moment.

“I don’t know how I made it so long without you,” he finally speaks. “But I never want to do it again.”

“Move in with me?” She replied without a second thought. “I need to find a place here anyway, and I doubt you want to go back to your apartment.”

“I already asked Derek for the place he was fixing on Wilmont, it’s close to the sanatarium, mom wants to be social again,” he filled her in on his plans. “We just have to sign the lease.”

“We?” She teased him.

“I love you,” he reminded her.

“Good,” she smiled as she pulled him into another kiss. “Because I love you, too.”

Spending time with Spencer was intimacy in its purest form. It was a relationship built on trust, respect, and mutual love. It was the first time in her life she felt truly in love, not mesmerized by the idea of it.

She trusted him when he said that he loved her. She believed him when held her when he talked to her about his day or the most random things his mind could conjure. When he’d just hold her, enjoying her presence without wanting anything more than just her.

Chapter 9

They arrived in Vermont early on a Saturday morning, heading to her apartment to pack everything up. It was just the two of them this time, flying in together, half asleep at the break of dawn.

Only bringing 1 bag with her essentials for the next 2 days, hoping to pack her whole life into a truck and pray it arrived in Virginia okay.

And she got to show Spencer her space. A personal side of her that he had no idea about. He knew her mind, her feelings, her trauma, but he didn’t know what her personality was really like outside of loving him.

He was surprised by the amount of stuff she had. Wandering around her apartment quietly as she started taping boxes into shape.

Rented white walls enclosed the space when she moved in, not being able to paint them or anything felt wrong to her. So she covered them in photos, artwork and posters. Bringing the space to life with a touch of colour.

Mostly neons, having an affinity for green and purple accent pieces. Not a single shade of blue to be found, getting enough of that at work over the years.

She had plants everywhere, an old record player and a million different albums spread across the living room. Her bedroom was a mess, the closet was even worse. The kitchen would be easy to pack, it was the stuff on the walls she was worried about.

“I’m probably not getting my deposit back,” she laughed as she started taking the paintings down.

“I didn’t know you went to Harvard?” He points at her medical degree on the wall as she takes it down.

“Yeah, let me guess you’re a Yale guy?” She teased him.

He scoffed, nudging her arm lightly. “CalTech and MIT actually, Yale was my safety school.”

“Mine too,” she smiled.

Spencer stood beside her and watched for a minute, “what should I do?”

“Pick an area and pack the way you would if this was your place, I trust you won't break anything.”

“Okay,” he nodded, beginning stacking all her books on the kitchen table.

They worked well together, they knew that already. She put on music, they moved around each other freely. Occasionally singing the words and dancing around to the good ones. It was a lovely day to just open the windows and clean.

Hours passed, pizzas had been ordered and destroyed, boxes filled every corner of the space as her personality was completely ripped from the room. Soon it was just them, a couch and the record player.

She got up and walked into the bedroom to change, feeling sticky and gross from the day. Not expecting Spencer to follow and sit down on the edge of the bed.

“Who knew packing boxes for 7 hours would make you so sweaty,” she jokes as she peels the shirt off her back. Standing in front of him in just her sports bra.

He turns away from her, making her laugh slightly. “Spencer, it’s fine.”

“Are you sure?” He asks as he turns back to look at her.

She nods softly, “do you want to shower with me?”

He’s speechless for a moment, staring at her with an open mouth, “yeah, yes sure.”

She can't help herself from laughing, taking his hand and pulling him into her tiny bathroom. She makes sure they both have a few towels, seeing him awkwardly stand by the door like he’s not allowed to move.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” she reminded him. “Go as slow as you want.”

“I want to join you, but just to clean,” he made his decision.

“Alright, I have 3 different shampoos you can choose from,” she smiled, opening her cupboard and letting him pick. He smiled, appreciating how easily she made it a strictly business situation.

She took off her pants, watching him get undressed out of the corner of her eye. They had been much more intimate with each other already, getting naked in front of him shouldn’t have been as nerve-racking as it was.

She turned on the water, making sure it was the right temperature with her foot. She took a deep breath and just took the sports bra off, freeing her boobs after a long day felt amazing, replacing the fear of Spencer seeing her for the first time. She dropped her underwear to the floor and stepped into the shower, waiting for him to do the same.

Before she knew it, he was standing in front of her, naked. She didn’t know how to act, just laughing and smiling at him. He did the same, it felt kinda crazy that they were standing in a shower, butt naked as the water pooled at their feet.

“You have to pull the thingy up,” she pointed at the bottom of the shower behind him. “It might be cold when it hits you, here pull it up and hide in the corner, like I do.”

He followed her instructions, pulling the small silver plug up to redirect the water from the tub faucet to the shower head. Cowering into the corner with her, their chests pressed together as the cold water hit his back, making him gasp as she laughed.

She wrapped her arms around him, leaning against the shower wall as she held him against her, “hi,” she whispered through her smile.

He kissed her quickly before backing up under the stream. She watched the water cover his hair, making it darker as it spread through the long locks. She watched it drip down his body softly, her eyes travelling down as it did.

He had a scar on his neck and all the bruising on his chest was long gone. His skin was so pretty, he only had a small amount of chest hair, but it was the collection of freckles all over capturing her gaze the most. She reached out and rested her hand on his chest, seeing his eyes open as he ran his hands through his hair.

“Sorry,” she pulled her hand back.

“It’s okay,” he laughed slightly. “Here,” he reached behind her for the bar of soap, “if you want to touch me while I wash my hair?”

“Yeah,” she smiled. Reaching for the loofa on the tap behind him, standing directly in his space as she did so.

They switched sides, slowly turning so he would be out of the spray of the shower head. He put shampoo in his hands and rubbed it through his hair while she watched quietly for a moment.

She rubbed the bar of soap against the fabric of the loofa, watching it foam up and fill the small space with a soft cucumber scent. Running it over his chest softly as he massaged his scalp. She was so soft with him, mesmerized by how lucky she was.

He was beautiful and soft. He wasn’t big and buff like Derek, he was just a normal man with a love for chocolate donuts and jello. She ran the loofa over his tummy as she smiled, loving everything about him.

Loving every part actually while trying to avoid both eye and physical contact with specific sections of him. Not knowing if he was okay, wanting to respect his space, and appreciating that he was doing the same with her.

He laughed when she ran it along his side, ticking his armpit as he tried to wash his hair, soap dripping down onto his eyebrow. She reached up and wiped it off his face so it wouldn’t go in his eye.

“Thanks,” he smiled.

“Switch?” She said as she guided him back under the water, his eyes still closed from the fear of getting soap in them. Scrunching his face up in the cutest way.

The water cascaded over his body, washing the soap down him as she watched, her hair not even close to being wet enough to wash yet. She just wanted to watch the show, to look at all of him and appreciate the moment.

He opened his eyes once all the soap was gone, his hair longer than ever as it laid flat behind his ears, he looked so funny without a big curly mop of hair on his head, remembering he said it used to be like this at one point.

“Your turn?” He offered, taking the loofa from her and reapplying the soap to it. “Can I?”

“Of course,” she answered as he slowly ran the material over her.

He was so gentle, she watched his face as he washed over her. Biting his bottom lip in concentration as he covered her chest, arms and stomach, “um,” he tried to speak, she knew what he wanted.

She took the loofa from him and replaced it with a bar of soap, “rub it in your hands for a sec, and then use them it’s easier.”

He did just that, lathering up his hands before he placed them directly on her breasts. She let out a sigh, bordering on a moan, as he held them in his hands, massaging the soap in carefully. Thumbs rubbing over her nipples as he made sure to not miss a spot.

She was in heaven, tossing her head back against the shower wall as he ran his hands over her more. Exploring her as she leaned against the wall.

Down her stomach, past her belly button, washing her hips before dropping to his knees. Using the bar of soap once more to wash over her legs as she stared at him, amazed by the bravery he was showing.

The water getting in his eyes down there, he stood and pushed his hair back out of his face as the water dropped to the floor, “turn around?” He asked softly.

“Yeah,” she replied, turning to face the wall.

He ran his soapy hands all over her back, over her shoulders and arms. Paying special attention to her butt, which made her laugh, she was only a little ticklish there.

She was covered head to toe in bubbles, Spencer looked at her with a big grin on his face as he noticed his job was done. Helping her under the water to wash all the soap off.

She lifted her arms to run the water through her hair, feeling her boobs perk up as she did so. Spencer's attention being completely switched to her chest as he watched. “Pass me the gold shampoo bottle?”

“Y-yeah,” he said, grabbing it from behind himself and handing it back to her.

She stepped into his space, pouring the soap into her hand and rubbing it in. “They say if you lather it up it’ll apply easier,” she explained her little life hack as she rubbed her hands together.

Finally running her hands back through her hair in Spencer’s personal bubble. Her boobs pressing against his chest once again. He was breathing heavier as she watched him, hoping soap didn’t make its way into her eye and ruin the moment.

When she finally stepped back to wash the soap out of her hair, Spencer followed, pressing them together once more. Holding her by the waist as she continued to get the soap out.

Once the water ran clean, she rested her hands on Spencer's shoulders. Staring at him as the water ran down her back, his eyelashes covered in water droplets as he stared into her eyes.

He was beautiful like this, just himself.

“Are we ever going to be like a real couple?” He asked softly.

“What do you mean?”

He ran his wet hands over his back as he thought about it for a moment, “I would like to be with you, more than this, but-”

“You mean sex?” She smiled softly, trying her best to not tease him. It was a serious moment, but she loved him too much to see him struggle.

“Yeah, I just don’t know how I’ll react,” he admitted.

“Honey,” she cooed, rubbing her nose against his softly. “Sex doesn’t make us a real couple, first of all. And second, we have all the time in the world, so you take it as slow as you want. We can start little by little, I don’t mind waiting.”

“How do you mean?”

She smirked at him, “have you ever masturbated in the same room as someone else?”

He swallowed sharply, shaking his head softly, “no, have you?”

“No,” she whispered. “But it’s a small step. You can sit beside me, we touch ourselves, nothing overlaps unless you want it to. Ease into it. It would be another easy way to be comfortable with your body around me.”

“Okay,” he agreed.

She reached behind herself to turn the water off, tapping the silver plug with her foot to release the pressure, and stepping out of the shower finally.

—

They dried off, getting into their pj’s before laying on the couch in her empty living room. Listening to the Hozier album that was already sitting on the player and cuddling while their hair dried. Just enjoying each other's company, he was so soft and he smelled amazing, it was so nice to have him in her space.

“Did you still want to?” Spencer cut into the moment.

It made her smile against him, lifting her head off his chest as she went to stand up. “Come on,” she took his hand, helping him to his feet.

She pulled him in close, kissing his lips softly. Only planning to kiss him once, being drawn into his mouth as his hands wrapped around her back.

She held him in return, slowly making her way into the bedroom as they stayed connected, laughing as her back smacked the door frame and then at the way he fell into her bed with her on top.

Her music softly travelled in from the living area, they kept the lights off as they stripped out of their pants and got under the covers.

“How did you want to start?” She asked, turning to face him as she laid against the pillow.

“Can we just kiss for a while?”

“Absolutely,” she smiled, placing a hand on his cheek and leaning in.

She was laying slightly on top of him, holding his face in her hands as she kissed him. His tongue was soft, swirling with hers as they made out softly. He was very handsy, wanting to touch every single part of her once again like he didn’t get enough in the shower.

She spread her leg between his, sitting on his thigh as she rubbed against him. He bit her lip, squeezing her skin at the feeling. “I think I can do it,” he said softly.

“No,” she whispered, kissing his neck before getting off him. “I don’t want to hear I think. It’s a yes or it’s a no.”

“Okay,” he managed to bring reason back into his horny brain.

He took his shirt off, only in boxers beside her, tenting in them slightly. She took off her shirt as well, laying back against the pillow. He watched her breasts the whole time, licking his lips as he leaned on his side.

She ran a hand over her side, cupping her breast and tossing her head into the pillow more. “I’m starting without you,” she teased, her other hand slipping under the band of her underwear.

He laid on his back, bending his knees as he slipped his boxers off, she looked over at him with careful eyes. Genuinely curious about how beautiful he would look rock hard and begging for it.

She didn’t move her hand, just resting it under her underwear to entice him to start. She watched as he stroked himself softly, returning his attention to her smiling face.

She pushed her shirt and underwear off as well, scooting in closer to him so she was pressed against his side. Bending one knee so she could ghost her fingers over the folds as he watched her.

“I want to touch you,” he rushed the words out.

“Okay.”

He reached his left hand over, resting it on her hip before resting his hand on top of hers. She slipped it out from under his grasp, guiding his fingers to her clit as she stretched her legs further apart.

“Yeah, like that,” she encouraged him.

“W-would you?”

“Finish the sentence,” she instructed him. “Tell me exactly what you want.”

“Stroke me, I want it. Yes.”

She wrapped her fist around him, feeling his fingers swoop down to see how wet she was. “Oh,” she jerked her hips against his side, not expecting him to loop the wetness back up and rub her clit again.

He groaned as she stroked him faster, both of them staring at their own handiwork. She was fascinated with how big he was, being able to stroke up and down him so gracefully it was like she was always meant to. She licked her lips as she saw the pearl of precum drip out. Gathering it up with her thumb as she slid back down his length.

He was panting, trying to hold himself back as she kept jerking him off. Lightly touching her clit as all his attention focused on not cuming so soon.

“It’s okay honey,” she whispered in his ear.

Straddling his thigh then. His hand resting on her clit still as she ground down on him. “Is this okay?” She asked.

He nodded, “yes,” biting his lip so he didn’t explode right then and there.

He felt amazing on her, every time her hips ground down her clit rested right between his fingers perfectly to gain the perfect amount of friction back and forth.

She let herself go, bucking her hips and moaning as she stroked him with one hand. Resting the other behind her neck so he could look at her boobs perk up again, sending him so close to the edge he almost jumped out of his skin.

“Fuck,” he gasped. “C-an I?”

“Cum baby,” she gasped. Following her own instruction as she watched the cum burst from him, shooting up over her fist as she stroked him through it. Grinding against him as she whimpered, “fuck, I love you,” leaving her mouth.

Letting go of his dick as he started to whine, she dropped down against him with her face nestled into his neck.

She kissed him, over and over again. Peppering them against his skin for the best orgasm she has ever had.

He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close against his skin as he came down from the high. His chest heaving as he tried to calm down, only picking up again when she heard the sob.

“Shhh,” she whispered against his skin, letting him hold her tighter against him as he cried. “I love you, honey, it’s okay. I’m here for you.”

She felt the tears welling in her own eyes, overwhelmed with her feelings for him. “I love you so much Spencer,” she cried against his skin, the tears dripping down his neck slowly.

His hands ran over her back, they held each other while they cried.

Everything from the last week finally catching up with them both. They hadn’t taken a moment to talk about any of it, the fact he was even in prison or what happened after. They just moved on, pretending it was fine now.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered finally.

“Me too,” he pressed his hand onto her cheek, freeing her from his neck as she sat up a little.

Both of them still gross from the sex, pressing sweaty foreheads together as they took a moment. “I’m so sorry,” she emphasized, “are you okay?”

“I’m wonderful,” he laughed at the absurdity. “I’m crying because I love you so much.”

“Really?” She laughed too.

He nodded softly. Kissing her nose as she pulled back to look at him better. “I want to touch you but,” she laughed at the mess on her hand and where she rested it on his chest. “Can we pause for one sec?” She couldn’t stop smiling.

The two of them continuing to laugh at the situation as they cleaned up in the bathroom, laughing even harder as she sat to pee like they had been married for a million years already, laughing the hardest when it came out in dribbles from all the laughing.

Going through every emotion in the book as they coped with the insanity together.

Once they were clean they crawled back into bed. Resuming almost the same position as she sat down on his lap, holding his face in her hands like she wanted to. Rubbing her thumbs on his cheeks as he pulled her in closer by her hips.

“Tell me what you’re feeling?” She whispered.

“I’m happy, you saved my life and I can’t believe I get to do this with you,” he explained softly, moving his hands on her back. He talked with his hands, not able to say anything without them moving.

“You’re the best person I’ve ever known, Spencer,” she reassured him.

“Why?” He asked softly. “not in a pity party sense, I just want to know how you feel. You haven’t really told me, I’ve been waiting for you to open up, I thought maybe you were just like that because it was your job, but I want to know you more.”

“I’m sorry,” she whispered as she bumped their noses together. “I don’t normally talk to people, even with Derek I’m really closed off. But I do trust you, and I want to, I just wanted to experience you when you’re free. I wanted to see if this overwhelming ache in my heart would dissipate as I was allowed to love you.”

She didn’t want to cry again. Blinking so the tears rolled back behind her eyes, licking her lips as her head tilted slightly. She just stared at his honey eyes, glossy and blown out. So absolutely beautiful.

“It got worse,” she laughed slightly. “I realized that now that you’re free you don’t have to see me every day, luckily you want to. But, now I think about losing you instead of keeping you safe.”

“Never,” he shook his head, face still cupped in her hands. “I’m never leaving you, you’re going to need a restraining order if you want to break up.”

She laughed, pushing the tears out, finally. Spencer kissed her cheeks, wiping the tears away with his lips. “Okay,” her voice broke as she tried not to cry anymore.

“I love you,” Spencer whispered. “You’re brave and kind, incredibly smart. You’re willing to do whatever it takes for the ones you love, you’re the only person I want to talk to every day.”

“I was going to say that about you,” she pressed their lips together finally, pushing him back against the headboard.

She laid her head on his shoulder, cuddling into him as she sat in his lap, “I have never loved anyone like this.”

“Me either,” he admitted as he pressed his cheek to her head. “Not even with Maeve, or Derek I know he told you.”

“And your mom,” she smiled. “She actually welcomed me to the family, said she always wanted a daughter. It’s nice to have a mom again.”

That broke him, he finally dropped the tuff boyfriend act he was putting up to hear her feelings, crying at his mother and the love of his life being close. She could tell he was a mamma’s boy, they had a bond Y/N wished she could have with someone. The closest she had to a Diana was Derek, as funny as that was.

She let him cry, not prying into it at all. Letting him take control of his emotions and the conversation. She ran her hands up and down his arm, soothing him softly as he held on to her.

“I was so scared,” is all Spencer says.

“I can imagine.”

“No, I mean about my mom,” he corrects her softly. “I thought the second she got her diagnosis that I ruined everything for her. She was going to forget me before I could even find a person to marry, let alone give her grandkids.

‘She was going to forget me,’ echoed in her mind as she wrapped her head around what he was saying. He was more terrified of losing his mother and missing time with her than he was about being in prison. He really put every ounce of his love into his family, it was beautiful.

“I applied to work at the sanatarium,” is how she answers. “They needed a GP and I need a job. This way I can see her every day, and you can go to work or teach or do whatever and know she’ll be okay. And old people seem nicer than cops and criminals.”

“I love you.”

She laughs, kissing his neck softly. “She’ll be okay, we’ll get her taken care of and who knows, maybe we’ll have more answers before a grandkid rolls around.”

It’s a risk, joking about having kids with him already. But she was ready for a life sentence with him, willing to stay in that god-awful prison as long as he was there. Including if he lost his case.

“You’re too good to me.”

“I try,” she smiled. “You’re pretty fantastic yourself, I didn’t just fall in love with your pretty face, sure you’re helpful and do what I say. But I love you because of what’s in here,” she ran her hand over his chest.

He just held her, silence encapsulating the room finally. The record stopped playing in the living room, no one was on the street at this time of night, the world stopped as she laid in his arms.

The Sunday morning sun was going to start coming up as she stayed up in his lap, both of them settling more against the pillow. She had no plans to get off him, he had no plans to separate from her loving embrace.

a/n: still working on an epilogue idk when it'll be done

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Dream SMP Recap (May 3/2021) - Like Father Like Son

Wilbur hasn’t been seen since the day he returned, and Phil goes looking for him. When Fundy arrives, it’s Phil’s turn to break the news.

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VOD LINKS:

Ponk

Foolish

Philza

Fundy

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- Ponk works on building the massive supreme fridge in the desert

- Ponk explains to Fundy that a supreme fridge is medium-sized, too small to be a big fridge but too large to be a mini fridge. It is a Smeg fridge. 

- They chat for a bit as Ponk continues to build.

- Phil knows a place where Wilbur would probably be. He walks to the ruins of L’manburg. The place he blew up.

“Like father like son.”

- Fundy logs on in front of his bed. He turns around to reveal a bunch of TNT rigged around the inside of his tower.

- He’s been sleepless for too long. There’s nothing else he can do about this. He’s tried replacing the bed, he’s tried everything.

- Today, Fundy dreamed about some strange event where he was lured to a red event with Badboyhalo. He saw Ghostbur, but he was different. 

- Fundy set up a cart outside and plans to move somewhere else. 

- Phil sees that Fundy is online and asks him to come meet him at L’manhole.

- When Phil first arrived to the server, he didn’t know all the details of what was going on. He’d just stopped receiving all the letters.

- Phil sees the “PROJECT NEVADAS” book left for Wilbur at the shrine.

- From the letters, Wilbur sounded like he was having so much fun. Phil didn’t expect him to blow up L’manburg.

- As Fundy makes his way to L’manburg, he takes off his armor for tradition. 

Fundy: “What has happened to this place? What happened to anything, why -- why must everything have gone the way that it had?! ...It used to be beautiful! I used to not have nightmares about this place, I used to have dreams! I had hopes! I was following in their footsteps, trying to be the best I could...what is going on?”

- Fundy meets with Phil and explains that for the past week, he’s been unable to get sleep, he sees people, has been talking to people he doesn’t know, experiencing something strange.

- Phil asks what voices Fundy was hearing. Fundy remembers being in a wasteland, seeing the Camarvan. Wilbur was in the van and then the last time Fundy saw it, Wilbur wasn’t there.

- Phil tells Fundy that Wilbur’s back, that Dream memorized the revive book and brought Wilbur back to life. 

Tommy went to visit Dream to kill him and get rid of the revive book for good and everything went wrong. Ghostbur was killed and now Wilbur is alive again.

- Fundy is horrified. Phil tells him that he’s come here to try and find Wilbur to ask him more questions.

Phil: “Initially I was happy, but then instantly -- ‘cause he’s my son, Fundy, I can’t--”

Fundy: “HE IS MY FATHER!”

- While Wilbur was gone, time moved differently in the afterlife, and Wilbur was gone for thirteen years in Limbo. Ranboo was the one who told Phil. 

Fundy: “What if he’s not, you know, not the same...dad that used to care about me? The same person that raised me on the grounds of L’manburg when it still stood mighty and glorious?”

- If he was the same, that would be the best case scenario. Fundy doesn’t want to see him but he does. He wants Wilbur to be there for him again.

- Phil tells Fundy that in the letters Wilbur sent him, they mentioned a place that was like this place. The letters said Wilbur left to go start a new nation called Pogtopia, and everything sort of stopped. 

- He said he was having fun with his friends in a new place. As they reach Pogtopia, Fundy says it doesn’t look too different from how it looked back then.

- Phil looks at the remains of Tommy’s piston bedroom and says that that was the last thing Wilbur wrote to him about.

- They reminisce about old times. Phil asks if they ever thought about putting up some railings.

- They find the Pit. Phil doesn’t know what it was. As they go up the entrance of the tunnel, Fundy remarks that the van used to be there, where there’s now nothing but a giant crater.

Phil: “Can’t say I’m proud of this one, but it did definitely get the point across...”

- They look at the flag. Phil says Wilbur drew it for him. Fundy remembers that the crosses were representing Amsterdam.

- The letters said that Wilbur was having fun founding a nation, gaining independence, then he won the election and left to do it all again, passing the first country over to someone he trusted.

- Fundy says that’s not true. He asks Phil how Tubbo got his power. Phil says Wilbur told him he gave Tubbo the presidency. Fundy asks if Wilbur wrote anything about Schlatt.

Phil: “Who?”

- Phil knows him as just some guy who died in a van. Fundy tells him that Schlatt was the person that won the election, not Wilbur. 

Wilbur started everything, he held an election, Fundy took part in it with Niki.

- Wilbur said to Phil that he started Pogtopia just because he liked the thrill of starting a new country. 

- Phil is confused. What did Schlatt do?

- Fundy was working for Schlatt together with Quackity. He built a stadium, they held a giant Festival, and on that day --

Phil says that’s when he showed up. 

- Fundy tells Phil that Wilbur was lying. Wilbur was leaving out huge parts of history. Fundy changed the flag to order. Niki burnt the flag, there was a Festival, Techno showed up and Tubbo got executed in a Tubbox.

- Phil is shocked. He didn’t know Tubbo died.

- The letters are far away now. They’re not even in the server. 

- Fundy asks about the revival again. Phil says Dream might need something from Wilbur. 

- Ranboo, Tubbo and Tommy are the only ones who have spoken to Wilbur so far. They’re sure that who they talked to was actually Wilbur.

- Standing outside Bee ‘n’ Boo, Phil tells Fundy to get ready. Not just physically, but mentally, so that when Wilbur shows up, he’s prepared.

- Fundy tells Phil he’s scared. Phil is scared too. It seems like Wilbur changed long before the event itself. Phil says the letters may as well be garbage now, as he doesn’t know what’s true.

- They say some parting words and go their separate ways at the Community House. 

- Phil goes back to the Arctic, where he finds the book that Ranboo wrote for him telling him about Wilbur calling Dream his hero.

- Fundy walks back. There’s one more thing to do.

- Fundy is terrified of his dreams, and every single time he’s seen Wilbur. And now Wilbur’s back. 

- Fundy aims his bow at the TNT rigged in his tower.

Fundy: “At the start of the day, I wanted to say let’s start a new chapter, but...I don’t think this one has ended.”

- He shoots the arrow, and the tower goes up in the explosion.

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Upcoming events remain the same.

[nowornever13587]

My Dream SMP Headcannons PT 1

(By character but otherwise with no particular order. And just who I have hc's for.)

1. JSchlatt

- He's a goat hybrid. Does anyone remember what the mountain goats do in the next update? THEY SHOVE YOU OFF THE MOUNTAIN. Therefore, Schlatt has a natural instinct to randomly shove people off of things.

- You can vary the shoving people thing. Evil Schlatt always does it on purpose and laughs cruelly. Nice Schlatt laughs, apologizes and usually the other person doesn't mind.

- He's also both stronger and weaker than people think. He can withstand a lot of weight and strain but can't really use it anywhere else. Hence why he can't swim. His body is to dense and he sinks because of how his body is built.

2. SBI Family (overall)

- It is an adopted family, but a very loose kind of family. And I mean loose. Phil is the "dad" but it's pretty much because he's just the oldest and had his shit together before the others/ found them.

- I'm am fixing the fridge thing by saying the kids were all found on really cold nights and its a inside joke between them.

- Phil knew Techno first and the longest, but their bond is more friendly than parentental. Basically the kind of bond you'd get from spending years with someone, which they have. (Antarctic Empire I respect as part of my cannon)

- Wilbur has also been around a while, but not nearly as long as Techno. He is older but because Techno was there first, he considers him the older brother. Also Wil is slightly more "clingy" to Phil, meaning they have much more of a father/son bond.

- Tommy is the youngest but voraciously independent. He met Phil when Techno was starting to branch off, leading to the to them not having a close bond. (Hence the excitement when Techno agrees to help Tommy) And Phil was also starting to get a little tired of "home life" and urged Tommy to do whatever. Tommy fell much more instep with Wilbur but not entirely enough of a brother bond formed.

- Tubbo was found a bit after Tommy and the two got on much better as really good friends. Wilbur often took the two along with him on adventures while Phil was busy with his Hardcore career. (The Streaming/YT is their jobs but its more of a reality style thing)

- They all consider one server with their house in it, their home server. Their Home Crystals link up to it and that's usually where they got between living in worlds such as the SMP. [Will make a second post about the mechanics]

3. Philza Minecraft

- Avian Hybrid, parrot wise. Big wings and partially scaled feet with his sandals. Tends to eat less meat than most Players.

- Although he holds himself to honor and doesn't fly until he finds an elytra or something seriously bad happens. (Not a hard-core death but the server is collapsing, unnatural danger.) But he does flutter sometimes to get across wider gaps.

- He is more violent than people usually make him out to be. He loves watching chaos and sometimes causing it. Chaotic Neutal. He does things because they are funny.

4. Techno

- Piglin that was born as a Player by a rare code chance. Got kicked out of the Bastions and tribes pretty early on and took care of himself. He accidentally found a Nether portal and headed to the overworld.

- Loves gold, as he should, so he wears other little bits of jewelry besides just his crown. If he can makes something gold, he will.

- Is very competitive and loves to study combat. Phil taught him how to read and he also took very quickly to that. Reading is his favorite past time besides belittling some orphans in a mini game.

5. Wilbur/Ghostbur

- Normal human with a talent for music. Slight prodigy kid at it. But hated his og parents using him for it and ran off.

- Is an Admin, able to have power over the worlds he makes. Made a small business out of making challenge worlds for Players to be his subjects. This kick started his way into Streaming. (He has no power in the SMP though because Dream made it)

- Ghostbur is a Neutral Poltergeist. Able to move stuff of his own free will, not through emotions. Although this is weaker so his form will fade in and out and he will drop things

- Ghostbur still has the wound from death and blood, despite not having been killed in the outfit he wears. He also cries blood when you make him upset.

6. Tommy

- Human, got lost and became a runaway but with no real attachment to his family so he was never driven to find them again.

- But, one of his clearest memories with his og family is the record shop they had owned and how much he loved the music there. Tubbo is the only other one who knows about this and that's why a symbol of their friendship is the discs.

- Tommy is attached to the discs for both the memory they hold about his early childhood and Tubbo. His comfort items basicly.

7. Tubbo

- An extremely rare Moobloom hybrid. Was cast out because of it though. (Hybrids are mutations and sometimes genetic.)

- Again, like Phil, has a much darker side that people blow over. Tubbo follows the ideal of "you catch more flies with honey than vinegar" so he seems cheerful. But step wrong and Tubbo can and will wreak your shit. He will also be chaotic and wild if he sees no point in keeping up the innocent facade.

That's is for now but I do have much more. :)

[n-blanca-archived]

↳ MHA ROOMATE HEADCANONS PT//1 (THE BOYS <3)

A/N: yeah these were made in a desperate search for serotonin. Can be read as platonic or romantic x readers :) hope you enjoy, please don't forget to take your meds and drink water <3

❑BAKUGOU totally takes over the cleaning because any time you had a turn he'd throw an absolute fit over how you didn't clean the counter right or the couch was too crumby, the freak. Instead he lets (read: forces) you to do the grocery shopping (with a list he made of HIS THINGS, and you'd better get it right.) Your own space like your bedroom or bathroom are your responsibility of course, but communal spaces are under his jurisdiction only. Occasionally cooks breakfast if you wake up early enough to catch him after his morning run, and as much as he likes to say he doesn't have time for TV he'll always pause by the living room doorway while you're watching a trashy TV show until the clip changes.

❑KAMINARI has his own snack drawer and mini fridge. Saw it on tiktok and the two of you spent all day filling up his dresser with snacks. In the end his clothes all end up on the floor, but that's a small price to pay for a god-tier snack selection right in his own room. you'd do the same, but you'd rather keep your clothes in your dresser and you don't have the money or space to get a new one. He frequently stays up until 5am on his holidays and then spends work-days literally collapsing on the couch before he can make it to his bed when he comes home. Can't cook to save himself but he'll always offer to pick up takeout on his way home.

❑TODOROKI abandoned his traditional decor style but frankly you'd prefer it over the mess in his room? His room is a mix of his friends' interests, and frankly you should have figured that would happen on move in day, when Izuku, Denki, Iida and Kirishima all helped him decorate his room. He's got a weight set he never even uses against one wall, a really plain bed and then a book-shelf filled with All Might merch??? You refuse to hang out in his room just because it honestly feels like every corner is a self-built shrine to his friends lsdkjfksjd. He likes to do things with you like going out for groceries or new shoes, domestic housemate stuff that he really didn’t get as a kid.

❑IZUKU keeps tissues in every room of the house just in case he starts crying. Smart, but sometimes you'll get a sniveling puffy-eyed deku stumble into your room going "our living room tissues ran out." all quiet until you smile and pass him the box sitting on ur night stand. He'll apologize later but it's no real trouble, you assure him. Every once in a while you can hear his muttering through the walls of your apartment and it can freak you out if he does it past 11pm. He'll bring you back little hero-merch keychains when he goes away on long missions, opening the front door and greeting you with a big smile despite the dark circles under his eyes. “I saw this in Fukushima and I decided to get you one! Miruko's your favorite hero, right?” Sometimes you'll find him spacing out on the couch, and it confuses you the first few times until you notice the picture frame in his hands. A grinning Izuku and Yagi shined under the glass' reflection, and the grimace that settles on your face isn't voluntary. You've never been sure how to adress Izuku's loss, but letting him have his moment on the couch and then hanging out with him once he's snapped out of it, when he's emotionally drained and almost not-present seemed to work so far.

pt//2 (the girls <3) + sero

[ashintheairlikesnow]

Cries

CW: Dehumanization, nonhuman whumpee, blood, restraints, captivity, muzzling

Introduction | Siren Song              

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Transcribed October 4th, 20XX by Bahram Anvari, R.A. to Dr. Rachel Lachlan

First Draft – NOTE TO SELF – REMOVE ITALICS BEFORE FILING

Recording Transcription: Day 1 of Mer Residence

1.34.52 AM

October 3, 20XX

The first sound on the recording is a terrified keening. 

It’s inhumanly high-pitched, closer to whistle than wail, but still unmistakably, desperately frightened.

The camera jostles, unfocused, as whatever hands hold it fumble to bring the creature into view. There’s a blurred thrashing of pale and dark, little more than shadow and light, smears of charcoal gray from the individuals dragging the thing along the floor as it fights them.

Their swearing is muffled, hissed whispers of frustration and irritation. The words aren’t easy to understand, although the tone of those speaking easily gives away the anger behind them. There’s a thunk as the blurry thing drops, half-wriggling and half-sliding across the damp floor. The camera picks up a scrambled mad movement to regain control, forward motion closer to the camera and then off to the side.

Over the whistling, keening crying, a deep male voice, edged with effort and strain, yells, “Is Miah-... shit, you little fucking rabid dolphin-... is Miah recording?”

“Yeah, camera’s on!” Another, much younger male voice yells back. “She’s having some trouble with focus, looks like, but it’s getting the sound at least. Do you need help, Mr. Kirsse?”

“Just get-... shit, shit shit he’s slick-... get the lift ready to put him in the tank!”

“Yes, sir.” There’s a pause. “Are you good, Doctor?”

A woman’s voice answers now. Strong and confident, only a little strained with effort. “I’m fine, thanks, Bahram. I think Anders is having the worst time of the two of us. Thanks to the muzzle this creature is harmless to me. Have the-... the lift ready, please.”

“Will do, Dr. Lachlan.” 

A man moves past the camera, a hint of waterproof canvas overalls thrown over a sweater in the chilly room, brown skin and black hair. The camera follows and lingers on him briefly before returning to the entryway.

When the recording finally comes into focus, a muzzled male mer restrained with thick, abrasive sisal rope is suddenly visible, carried by Dr. Rachel Lachlan holding him under the armpits and Anders Kirsse trying and largely failing to keep a tight hold on his tail.

Muzzle is of Dr. Lachlan’s own design and while it protects humans from a mer’s sharp teeth, it will not prevent him from vocalizing.

NOTE: Include Dr. Lachlan’s design in filing, Fig. 1. Photograph living mer in muzzle to file as Fig. 2. Check before official filing to see if Dr. Lachlan’s patent application is pending approval by then.

Dr. Lachlan will want higher-quality vocalizations while wearing the muzzle recorded.

The rope that ties the mer’s hands behind his back is the cheap type often bought at home improvement stores and never intended for any kind of skin, deep red blood that is just shy of violet dripping to the floor beneath him along with remaining saltwater, a perfect trail that echoes the party’s slow, halting progress across the floor.

“This’d be easier if we-... had staff for this.” Anders Kirsse, an older man whose voice still has traces of a northern accent. “Or put it in a fucking wheelbarrow.”

“What we’re doing is highly illegal and more than a little outside the bounds of my profession’s insistence on humane capture procedures,” Dr. Lachlan replies. She is a tall woman with brown hair in a long ponytail, still wearing the hip-waders and boots she had on the boat (note to self- ship or boat? Miah will be pissed if I don’t get that right) and a heavy wool sweater currently damp from the mer’s struggles and spotted with its blood.

“Humane, huh?”

“Indeed. Generally speaking, due to their complex matrilineal social structures – a bit like orca, if you will-“

“Sure. Fuck, this thing is slippery!”

“-they don’t do well when separated in youth from the pod.”

Mer blood appears thicker than human, and Mr. Kirsse and Dr. Lachlan struggle not to slip in the trail of droplets whenever they have to stop and readjust their grips. When the creature falls briefly to the floor, thrashing like any fish desperate for the water, the floor is momentarily smeared with the deep burgundy beneath him. The two look down at him while he stares upward at them, panicked high whistles only a little muffled by the straps of the muzzle.

Anders Kirsse kicks the mer at what would be knee-height on a man, and it shrieks, trying to roll away from him. “I mean, is that going to mess with your work?”

“No. I do not require it for longer than six months.” Dr. Lachlan breathes hard. Her hands have the mer’s blood staining her palms. “Adolescent specimens will likely last at least a year.”

“Plenty of time for us both, then.”

“Precisely.”

The room comes into view as Miah Kirsse briefly stops focusing on the mer’s continued struggles and changes the angle. The walls are beige and taupe except for a vast circular tank with a small platform built high above it and some desks, couches, and a mini-fridge shoved out along the walls. Inside the tank there is a large manmade rock with a small cave inside that climbs just up above the water to give the mer a place to sit underneath sun lamps to warm itself, although not high enough to enable it to climb out of the tank. Various ferns and other plant life are dotted along the tank’s floor along with false coral in a wide variety of colors, giving it the appearance of ocean bottom for the purposes of giving the mer a comfortably familiar new home.

The camera lingers on briefly on the tank, but then quickly returns to Dr. Lachlan and Anders Kirsse. The creature’s vibrancy and life, not to mention his saturated blood, seem to take the full focus of the individual holding the camera.  

(Note to self - him or it? I’ve gone back and forth a little. Continue transcription after speaking to Dr. L)

Answer: Mer is male, but Dr. L would prefer to utilize ‘it’ to ensure we are not anthropomorphizing the animal.

The mer is attempting to free its arms, lying on its stomach on the floor. Its white hair, stiff with dried salt from the sea, shakes from side to side with the motions of his its body. Some of the hair is slightly brownish-red stained with its own blood.

It  tries frantically to hit out with its tail, scales shimmering under a flat fluorescent light that shines from overhead. This mer comes from a northern band and its tail is utilitarian for that purpose and contains only a small flutter at the end. Coloration is pale, the same near-white as its hair, fading into a deep black shimmer of scales that pales again when scale shifts to rubbery thick skin just at its navel.

 At first, it finds no surface but the floor.

Then it succeeds and smacks heavily into Anders Kirsse, a broad-shouldered man in his forties. The tail hits Anders across the face, sending him stumbling to hands and knees and knocking his glasses to the ground where they skim along the cool concrete floor. Dr. Lachlan’s eyebrows raise in surprise.

A soft half-whispered rhythmic sound begins, clearly coming from the person holding the camera.

The man knocked to the floor stands back up, eyes narrowed either in an attempt to see or simply in fury, and snaps, “Stop laughing, Miah,” his hands moving quickly to echo his spoken words in American Sign Language, hereafter referred to as ASL in all future transcriptions.

Miah Kirsse, who is holding the camera, does not stop laughing. 

Mr. Kirsse tells Miah, “I saw that sign, young lady,” and gets back to his feet, taking the mer’s tail in hand again, leaving his glasses on the floor with a visible crack across the lens. The mer seems startled that it made contact with Anders and has gone still, looking in what seems to be Kirsse’s direction. There is a sound like a series of small clicks before its gaze seems to shift over to Miah and therefore directly into the camera.

Miah quickly zooms, and the focus blurs before sharpening again to show the mer’s wide eyes, a deep green very much similar to the color of a species of seaweed that grows in the mer mating territories near the Nalowale Islands. (Note to self - what is the name of that seaweed?) Mer eyes have no visible sclera or pupil. Due to the black muzzle covering up the bottom half of its face, its expression is not wholly visible, but eyebrows the same near-white as its hair are furrowed in confusion or upset. Hair falls over its face.

It looks very human like this.

It clicks again. This transcriber believes the clicking may be a way to ask a question.

Bahram Anvari, Dr. Lachlan’s research assistant, is seen walking across through the video to a large sling held by thick ropes to a kind of forklift, also something Dr. Lachlan has personally engineered for use with the mer. It has been retrofitted from a similar type of machinery utilized for much larger cetaceans at Dr Lachlan’s prior place of employment, which closed down after a series of incidents that ended with widespread public disapproval.

After knocking Mr. Kirsse’s glasses off, the mer seems more subdued, and ceases fighting as it is moved across the room, but it does continue to click. Between the placement of its brow and the sounds, this transcriber believes it is trying to ask what happened to the glasses that it perhaps believes were simply part of Kirsse’s eyes.

The mer is placed into the canvas sling and Mr. Anvari steps over to the control panel, moving a lever. The lift kicks into gear with a low mechanical whirr, and the mer lets out a new kind of sound, a startled chirp and click combination, as it jerks into motion and is lifted up into the air above the height of the tank. Chirps quickly ramp up into fearful cries as Mr. Anvari moves the sling to swing out over the water in the tank.

The camera is set down on a nearby desk and Miah Kirsse moves onscreen. She is nineteen years old and bears a strong resemblance to her father. She signs, “Is the water right for him? What about his face and arms?”

“The animal will be fine,” Dr. Lachlan speaks out loud. Miah frowns until her father repeats Dr. Lachlan in ASL. She continues to frown, but more in annoyance now.

Miah replies, “I could tell what she said. Are you going to untie him first?”

“That would pose too great a risk.” Dr. Lachlan watches the mer renew its struggles, but the sides of the sling go up too high for it to do anything more than wear itself out even further. “When the animal is ready to eat, it will allow us to free its arms and remove the muzzle. Bahram, lower the mer into the tank.”

As Dr. Lachlan is not looking in Miah’s direction and does not use ASL, Anders Kirsse translates the answer into ASL for her and her words back to Dr. Lachlan. Her expression darkens further.

Anvari nods and presses a small button on the control panel. The lift reverses its earlier rise and the mer shrieks in fear as it perceives a sudden drop down towards the water. There is a small splash as it submerges, thrashes more, and finally frees itself from the sling. Bahram raises the sling back out of the water and back to the floor by the tank.

The assembled party is silent as they witness the mer’s first experience with its new home.

Nasal slits designed to breathe air close – the muzzle is placed just under them, leaving them visible – this is a personal decision on Dr. Lachlan’s part for ease of research. With the nasal slits closed, there is only the vaguest suggestion of their existence. Gills in the neck open to take oxygen in from the water around it.

There is a small pump system that will ensure new oxygenated saltwater is constantly cycled through the tank, and the mer’s ear fins which echo the colors of its tail, twitch as it searches for the source of the sound. 

Its tail undulates in a consistent, slow motion to keep itself placed where it is in the water.

It pulls at the bindings holding its arms and turns back to the four humans who watch it. Green eyes appear to look over each person in turn. Then it calls, an undulating sound under the water, similar to whalesong but softer and higher-pitched, turning to show them its restrained arms, burgundy weeping into the water around them. Its fingers end in claws and are heavily webbed for ease of motion in water. There is some scaling around elbows and shoulders present in male mer that is not present in female mer.

The mer clicks, looks at them over its shoulder, clicks again.

Miah Kirsse: “He wants us to untie him.” She points at the mer. It appears to brighten a little at the sign that she has noticed it and uses its tailfin to move slowly back until its arms are close to the side of the tank.

Dr. Lachlan doesn’t respond at first, approaching the tank and looking at the mer. “I don’t think it can tell where the water ends and the walls begin. Interesting.”

“Don’t those things use echolocation or something?” Mr. Kirsse asks.

“They can, but I don’t think it’s tried yet. We know that adult animals utilize it more heavily than young. Fascinating.” Dr. Lachlan is quiet, for a moment. “I’ve never seen one so young introduced into human habitats before.”

“You mean captivity,” Miah signs, hands moving in harsh motions to lay plain her mood. Dr. Lachlan looks at Anders, who translates. “You mean cages.”

“Yes,” Dr. Lachlan replies. “I do. Let’s track how long it takes for the animal to cooperate in order to eat,” She says, brusquely. “Right now removing anything at all would lead to it clawing or biting us.”

Miah snorts. “He just wants to be untied-”

Dr. Lachlan holds up her hand and Miah’s fall still. “I understand that, Miah. I want it to be very well aware that its best interests lie in giving us total cooperation. Especially as we will be doing daily blood draws and it will no doubt be as reticent about needles at every other mer that we’ve tested. Now I need to make sure no one noticed us while we were on the water. Bahram, you’re on mer duty until I come back. Do not approach the platform, do not attempt to unbind it. Absolutely do not remove that muzzle. If you do any of those things – or allow anyone else to - before I give express approval, you will be dismissed from the project.”

Bahram nods. “No problem, Doctor. I understand.”

“I want to help,” Miah signs quickly. “I want to help B watch him.”

“Later,” Mr. Kirsse replies, both vocally and in ASL. Anvari is watching the mer, and as transcriber I should note that it is at this time that Anvari believes the mer watches the exchange between Miah and Anders Kirsse and appears to be focusing on their hands. It clicks, softly, barely audible. “You have to help me with the website first.”

Miah looks briefly into the camera. “I regret learning coding now.”

“This is not a TV show, don’t talk to the camera!”

“Try and stop me.”

“Miah, for the love of-”

“Let’s take this outside,” Dr. Lachlan says, and everyone but Anvari exits the facility holding room. 

The mer spins back around and tilts its head. Pale white hair floats around it as it cries to get their attention, then looks at Anvari, who meets its gaze briefly before he appears to realize the camera is still recording. 

Anvari moves to the camera to turn it off, but the mer seems to think he is also leaving and grows visibly agitated in the recording, throwing itself against the side of the tank. It thumps into the thick walls and makes a sound of confusion and hurt. 

“I’m not gonna get any sleep tonight, am I?” Anvari says, carrying the camera over to a set of switches along one wall. He turns the lights off and ends the recording. There are cameras in the tank, which has low lights set at regular intervals along the bottom to ensure the mer is still visible at all times. There seconds between the overhead lights turning off and the tank lights turning on is just long enough to show that mer eyes glow faintly in the dark.

The last moment is very much the same as the first.

It is the sound of a frightened mer crying.

End transcription.

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Bahram, you have a gift for storytelling, but that isn’t what we’re looking for here. I still have to figure out how to gain industry acknowledgement of this project and your constant humanizing of the mer is not helping. Being startled by a change in environment is not mortal terror. Redo this and remove all these plays on emotion. Also, remove the exchanges with Miah, she is not officially part of this project.  - Dr. L

B, you forgot to add what I said to Dad when he told me to stop laughing. Make sure you put that part in the transcription next time. If this gets published I want the whole peer review whatever to know I called him a dick. Also that poor thing is totally frightened and also also Dr. Lachlan is a dick too. Leave my stuff in or I’ll never talk to you again. - Miah

Note to self - Stop leaving transcription drafts where Miah can find them.

Maybe I can get Miah to watch it for a few hours if I buy her coffee or something. I can't keep listening to it. Sometimes I swear it sounds like a kid. At least if Miah was here, she wouldn’t actually have to hear it. It’s hiding in the cave thing now, which I guess is good. Familiarizing itself with shelter.

I hate that he’s scared of us already

I just wish it would stop making that sound.

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