#hi guess who finished playing DE for the first time

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LIEUTENANT?????????

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I have two ideas for the marquis de framing that I think you’d do great writing!

1: where the reader is interrogating the marquis (meaning she kidnapped him) and through there, they start to get feelings for each other

2: reader (who had a relationship of some sort with the marquis) fakes their death because they couldn’t take the assassin world. The marquis is devastated (lots of angst hehehe). They meet again while the reader is trying to help someone (maybe John, lol)

3: reader who is part of the high table meets the marquis for the first time. Sorta like live at first sight.

vincent de gramont x reader: i could never give you peace | what’s meant to be is supposed to be

plot: the one where he finds you again.

warnings: the reader’s a medic/healer in here SORRYYY…, she knew john from before, he rats her out lolz, kidnapping except vincent doesn’t do it this time..(yay! cuz he forced someone else to do it!!!), anon im so sorry i focused too hard on one part, i will do an extra (i swear)

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“stay still.” you mumble.

mr. wick lets out a small grunt while you sew his wound back together, nothing too fatal (at least in his standards) but without the help of any anesthesia or alcohol to soothe the pain, the assassin had no choice but to follow.

“don’t worry, it's almost done.” you whisper almost finished with patching up the flesh on his back. “and..there..”

he immediately gets off his seat and reaches for his shirt stationed on a random desk scattered with medical supplies. he digs into his suit jacket and fishes out a coin and hands it over to you, you accept it eagerly and begin cleaning up.

“you need any help with transport?” you inquire while you discard your bloodied gloves and utensils.

“yeah.”

“on your way out turn left and find the guy with a gray jacket. he’s one of winston’s men, he’ll help you out. where are you headed?” you inquire while washing your hands. he hesitantly answers before offering a reply.

“paris.”

“oh.” you stop in your movements and look at him. he stands near the door way all dressed up with blood caking his temples, he still looks rugged and in no shape to do what he has to do in pairs but your opinion likely doesn’t matter to him.

“good luck, i guess.” you mutter.

“you’ve been there.” he says.

“i..have.” you hope he doesn’t press any further.

“what’s in paris?” he questions but doesn’t take a step further.

“for you?” you uneasily say, he doesn’t reply.

“a dangerous man. i..think you’ll die trying just to get what you want, mr. wick. but hey, who knows? maybe, it’s now him.” you explain.

“the guy who had the continental demolished, was it him?” he sternly asks.

“..yes, i think it was him.” you confess, avoiding his eyes.

it had been almost three years since you left that country.

three years since you left him.

you can’t even bear to say his name because if you do, all of it will spill out. how he met you, how kept you and how he loved you. 

he nods, “and for you?”

“an even more dangerous man.”

 ever since mr. wick entered and left your clinic. you've been in a constant state of anxiety. the mere thought and mention of him had you nervous, especially when you heard that he was in new york a few days ago. you thought it was all over, that he found you and was going to rip you from your freedom in this city.

the following news shocked you to your core, the new york continental being demolished was not in your bingo card as to why he’d be here. all because of an excommunicated assassin which you had tended to almost a day after the bombing.

although you’re horrified with the state of events, relief flooded you when you realized he wasn’t there for you. you’d still be safe from him.

but you can’t help but think what all of this means for him. at some point, you know that john wick will kill him, and you somehow played a part in it. you feel a tinge of regret for him but it’s quickly overshadowed with the horrors he’s done and you don’t feel as bad.

he did like you though, when you still worked at france for him as his estate medic. whenever he found himself wounded in the line of fire in an ambush attack, you were the one who tended to his wounds and saw him at his weakest. you don’t know why but a strong sense of trust was established between the two of you.

you thought it to be a friendship but fleeting glances of affection would seep through when you talked or when a large bouquet of flowers suddenly appeared in your clinic after patching him up. 

you toyed with a pin he gave you, his insignia. only he wore it proudly on his coat and truly, it warmed you to him. he did make you feel appreciated, small touches on your back and sometimes fiddling with your hands whenever you sewed his wounds, gave you butterflies in your stomach.

with you he was just…vincent.

soft words and touches with soulful eyes looking into yours, just gentleness and affection present in him. it made you indulge into it too, that he isn’t the cruel man people made him out to be. he isn’t heartless, that’s just how the world is.

a naive perspective.

a perspective that was easily shattered when you’d hear a bloodcurdling scream from the barn, and he walks out with blood on his hands and a disgusted look on his face from his clothes being stained. gunshots echoing beneath the servant’s staircases and thudding bodies being dragged into the secluded forests of the estate. you whisper to yourself those very same words even if all his actions sent chills on your spine.

but the truth of it is that, he is heartless. he is the man people made him out to be and you’re a fool thinking he could be better for you but at the end of the day, he is still the marquis.

it made you think. what if this is all a game to him? what if the moment he finds you uninteresting you become another stain on his suit? 

it’s not a secret that men like him love having delicate pretty things only to break them apart. that’s all you are his current delicate and pretty thing.

you decided to leave. you weren’t staying long enough to find out what would happen to you, feelings be damned when you’re easily replacable to him. you knew that the marquis was like a dog to a bone when he didn’t get the things he wanted, which only pooled fears into your stomach should he find you in new york.

he cannot have you.

you stare at the pin before chucking the pin somewhere in the room, you get up from your chair and begin closing the windows from your clinic.

a knock comes from the door, you chuck the remaining medical materials into a random desk and walk up to the door. wounded assassins aren’t a strange occurrence at this time of the evening but something…felt different.

your gut was telling you to ignore the person on the other side and stay still. you thought that maybe if you didn’t answer the person would go away. wanting to play things safe you don’t mutter a word that would alert them of your presence. it usually worked in some cases.

the knocking persists, much harder and louder now. your hands begins to shake and your eyes start looking around for an emergency firearm to help defend yourself, your actions frantically halt when you hear a voice through the door.

“doc?” a gruff voice asks.

you sight and put a hand on your chest. it’s just john wick. you eagerly open the door to let him in.

“john.” you greet, “come inside.” you invite him as you walk inside.

john doesn’t follow you and a confused expression takes your face, until you take a good look at him. for the first time, john wick doesn’t look wounded to you, his face and hands void of any blood, a new bulletproof suit adorning his body, a french one you notice but it still leaves you questioning things.

“i’m assuming france went successful.” you say.

“…it’s close.” he pauses before replying, seeming as if he’s finding the right words to say.

“what do you need?” you question.

“it’s winston. he’s been shot.” you freeze.

oh dear. you never really approved of the things he did but a soft spot was always present for him and charon. they helped you settle here in new york, but winston took you in even when he knew of your history with vincent. you swore to always help him in ways you could and now the opportunity presented itself.

the car sped down the street with you and john in tow. you hold your medical kit close to your lap, feeling uneasy with the thought of losing the old man. charon had been so recent and you don’t think you bear to lose the friends you’ve made along the way.

you glance at john and he looks calm and composed as usual, eerily so. a week earlier he was calm but you could feel his anger and determination simmering underneath his skin. now it looked like he was taking a walk in a park. you eye him carefully, uneasiness seeping in your stomach.

“did they give it to you?” you ask, he looks at you before clearing his throat.

“just an extension.” he answers, knowing exactly what you were referring to.

“to do what?” you ask again, john doesn’t budge and continues driving, ignoring your question. your eyes stay on him but he doesn’t look at you.

silence settles into the car and you lean back in your seat. you really wish your brought your gun with you right now. you don’t know why but you have a feeling that something is wrong right now, especially with john. he’s not telling you something.

or maybe it really is none of your business. perhaps he wanted to spare the bloody details of how he’s going to win his freedom back. you relax and try to forget the uneasiness, trying to remember that winston is the priority right now, you shut your eyes. all of your fears are gathering together and it’s making you overthink your interaction with john, everything’s okay.

the loud sound of drilling makes you open your eyes, you look at the window and you see a familiar street. 

the new york continental was being rebuilt.

your apprehensiveness returns.

“john?” you look at him once again, “who shot winston?”

“he got hit during the line of fire.” this time he replies.

bullshit. winston would have an emergency plan before the shooting started.

“in new york?” you press.

“yeah.”

another bullshit. you could see through his lies, he’s clearly fresh out of france. what was he trying to do? 

“j-john.” you voice shakes almost as if you’re begging. something happened in france, something that saved both winston and john.

he looks at you with regret in his eyes. not enough to save you for what’s about to come.

“where are you taking me?” you sputter, your heart beating fast in anxiety, “i’ve done nothing but help you, please don’t do this!”

“he took winston with him and he found out.” he quietly defends.

“please help me, i don’t want to go back!” you begin crying, tears rolling down your face, “he’ll kill me!” 

he makes no reply and continues driving. with no hope left with him, you try to open your side of the door. he immediately notices this and grabs your arm trying to stop you from leaving, you begin hitting him with your other arm.

you know that he doesn’t want to do this but it feels so unfair. you’ve saved his life only to throw yours away.

“let go of me!” you scream.

“i’m sorry.” 

you feel a prick in your neck.

you feel a heavy sensation pulling at your leg, your eyes feeling groggy still wanting to keep your lids closed. however the sensation persists and this forces you to open your eyes and sit up.

a dark room welcomes you, only a small lamp helping you take a small look of where you are. specifically, on a plush bed and a decorated room. your body feels heavy  from exhaustion which makes you lean back to the pillow behind you.

pondering what made you feel so tired when you haven’t done much for the night, you’ve sewn back together…a pair of assassins for the night? or was it three? two austrians and…who?a french? no…no..it was winston. 

that’s right.

wait.

only you didn’t treat winston.

you bolt up, your body seemingly sobers from the realization.

john brought you here in exchange for his freedom. 

you look around to see some sort of presence in the room but with the darkness it was hard to tell, nevertheless you hopped off the bed and bolted to the wooden door nearby. no wonder the place looked familiar, only the marquis would have a place as frivolous as this.

you need to leave right now. your hand reaches for the door until you find your body being slammed on the floor. a groan leaves your throat, in pain you massage your forehead and look around.

oh goodness.

a gasp leaves your mouth when you see a chain wrapped around your ankle, you inspect your foot before tracing the lines of chains, which were sourced on the thick foot of the bed you were on.

you tug it to check its strength and to see how long it actually goes. it was long enough to walk around the room but not long enough to reach the door. this is basically your fully furnished torture chamber. 

fuck. fuck. fuck.

a loud creak echoes through the room.

you really hate how things are right now.

he’s going to kill you. kill you for leaving him, how you easily made him look humiliated for being abandoned.

feeling your knees weaken you sit back on the bed and your hands shake in trepidation. the marquis’ simple presence made you scared of him, you felt tears falling down once again and you lowered your head, not wanting to look weak right now.

his footsteps are heard through the room, the door loudly closes shut, a thud echoing. he doesn’t say a word.

you feel everything leave your body. hope,freedom and life mostly.

he walks up to you until you see his shoes on the floor, a blurry sight entering your eyes due to the tears, he touches you, tilting your chin upwards and you do everything not to flinch. was he going to snap your neck?

you look at him and he still looks the same, slightly more mature.

but the same man you met a few years ago, if you jumped back into your rose tinted glasses, you’d probably see the vincent you cherished at some point if you weren’t so frightened right now.

he inspects you, his eyes wandering through your face. searching for something that’s supposed to be there, his lips part almost as if he’s about to say something but you beat him to it.

“i-i’m sorry. i’m sorry.” apologies spill out of your lips, wanting to take the chance of saving yourself, “i-i’m so sorry! i didn’t mean to.” you cry. your hand reaches up to his hand that held your chin and you grip it for mercy, his hold on you weakens.

he doesn’t say anything and leans forward to you. you need him to say something, anything, whether it meant he’d simply say he wants yuu dead.

“please forgive me, just please don’t kil-“ he cuts you off.

with a kiss.

not a firm one but a surprisingly soft kiss on your lips.

he takes your hands into his and fiddles with it, trying to find his place in them just like before, he halts the kiss and leans towards your face. the man right in front of you wasn’t the marquis, it was vincent. 

your vincent.

the one with soft eyes looking at you with relief and adoration. the gaze that looked at you as if you were the most precious thing on earth, he wipes the tears on your cheeks and the next thing he says dissolves all sense of worry out of you.

“i could never hurt you.” he whispers.

author’s note: this kinda doesn’t make sense bc im so braindead rn to expand things but basically vincent finds medic!reader through winston and in exchange for the continental and john’s freedom, john brings medic!reader back to vincent. so basically she got ratted out lolz. this would work better if i made a vincent pov would be fun but i have a bunch of prompts to work on…(tempting) + he literally chained her down to him (hshshsh marriage allegory…) i kinda want to be funky dynamic of obsessed man + “ngl what’s wrong with this guy but i vibe with it” woman

[foone]

you know what'd be a fun idea for a trek fanshow? Star Trek: Mission Logs. You just put a couple people in starfleet uniforms, and have them read off summaries of episodes in an increasingly incredulous tone. Like Drunk History: Star Trek Edition.

"so the captain says that while on the way to the inauguration ceremony, they diverted course to Vulcan as their first officer needed SO MUCH to fuck that he was a week from death, but then when they got there, he got stood up, and then fought the captain TO DEATH but he was ok?"

"so it turns out when they disappeared during the battle with the borg, they went back in time and found out that the first use of warp drive had been undone, so they had to personally help Cochrane rebuild his ship, and they were there for first contact!?"

I say "drunk history" because I imagine the people at the starfleet HQ have to drink heavily to handle the kind of reports they keep getting in from starfleet captains.

"So after a miserable first contact, the commander, doctor, first officer, and science officer disappeared, and their security officer found that the boardgame the barkeep was playing had pieces that represented them? and they were somehow mystically imprisoned inside the game!"

"so the captain says that they detected a ship trapped inside a black hole (!?) and when they tried to rescue the ship, they got damaged and then discovered they were that ship, trapped inside without realizing. Fortunately they found the crack in the event horizon and escaped." (the lieutenant then passes out after finishing the entire bottle of Bolian vodka)

"So while they were on a vital mission to locate the aliens who had blown up florida and were planning to destroy the entire planet, they found a... Cowboy Planet!?" Everyone yells "COWBOY PLANET!" and takes a shot.

"So while testing a weapons upgrade, a crewmember's case of flu was accidentally turned into an infectious de-evolutionary mutagen, causing the crewmember to turn into a spider, and the rest of the crew to undergo similar changes." "stop, stop, STOP! you made that one up, admit it!" "no, really! Their counselor turned into a frog." "ok, now I'm just not going to believe anything you say."

"so a former captain of the ship was visiting when they tried to rescue a ship flying directly into a supernova, but got 'pulled in'!? and ended up in a REVERSE TIME UNIVERSE? naturally, everyone quickly de-aged to children, and the elderly former captain had to take command" "Spelk, you're not even trying this time, that's not even remotely plausible"

"So it turns out that the terrorist who took over the paradise planet was the first officer's (half-)brother, and he uses his magic hypnosis to cause the crew to mutiny and join his mission to travel to the middle of the galaxy... and find god!?" "Did... did they find god?" "oh yeah! turns out he was evil. Don't worry, the first officer blew him up using a klingon warbird." "he blew up god?" "yeah!"

"So this is a little different, it's not a mission log... it's a repair log." "That doesn't sound like it'd be very weird..." "Oh, just you wait. So, they had to get refueled because all their dilithium had been stolen." "Stolen?" "Yes. By a man from AN ANTIMATTER DIMENSION" "So a man in an antimatter dimension discovered there were two dimensions, and his matter counterpart went insane and obsessed with killing the anti-matter version of him, but meeting outside the dimensional corridor would destroy both universes" "both... universes? So if the captain didn't stop these guys, everyone in our entire universe and some other one would be gone?" "YEP!" "did he stop them? well, I guess he did, since we're still here" "oh yeah. trapped 'em in the dimensional corridor forever." "so they're just out there in some weird in-between-the-universes place, just fighting, for all time? and that's the only reason we haven't blown up?" "YEP!" "and this all came out in the logs... because they put in for repairs?" "yeah. to replace the stolen dilithium" "are you sure the captain wasn't really into dabo or kotra and wagered the dilithium crystals on a "sure thing" that didn't pan out?"

"So this one is a report of some people (with pictures!) who don't exist." "They don't exist?" "Nope! never did. They weren't born." "So, we have pictures of them, because?" "Well, the ship crashed, and the stranded crew had kids... then they uncrashed." "uncrashed?" "yeah! so it turns out when they approached the planet, they got thrown a couple centuries back in time, and met their descendants. then when they tried to leave, the ship would crash, restarting the loop. but it didn't." "it didn't?" "yeah, one of the crew was secretly in love with another officer, but she wasn't going to survive the crash, so despite the crew attempting to recreate the crash to continue the existence of their past-future-descendants, he sabotaged the ship into not crashing" "wait, into not crashing? he did sabotage to make everything... work perfectly?" "yeah! they were trying to crash, remember? So they inadvertently didn't crash, undoing the existence of all of their descendants, so they never existed. But here's their pictures!"

"ooh, I found a really weird one! It's not a mission report, medical file, or even another repair log" "So what is it? Another weird artifact?" "no no no, I sent those off to the SCP division. This is a SPY REPORT! About a dead Romulan!" "So this report is on a spy saying that the Romulans had gotten access to some secret information about the then-upcoming Intrepid-class starships. Very minimal info, but this was found in a Romulan database when the ship was just undergoing initial design stages" "Here's the weird part: The database file with the information on the Intrepid was timestamped 2351, but Starfleet didn't even start initial design work on the Intrepid until 2364!" "So they used time travel? to get... basic information on one single starship class?" "Kinda? See, there's a P.S. on the spy file, added later when it was declassified. The leaked info in the Romulan database was discovered in 2371, but the file was updated in 2378, with an explanation." "and?" "Remember when the U.S.S. Voyager was lost?" "oh yeah, they turned out to have just been stuck on the other side of the galaxy, right?" "Yeah! And while they were there, they found a microscopic wormhole, and successfully used it to communicate back with the Romulans... but discovered it was a TIME WORMHOLE" "oh, so they were talking to the Romulans back in 2351?" "Yep! They figured that out and then decided not to transport through the wormhole, as they would have gotten home 20 years before they left, but they sent some messages back to be delivered later. They didn't come through" "why not?" "well... turns out the romulan guy (Telek R'Mor) died before Voyager ever launched, so he never got a chance to deliver the messages. but he DID inform the Tal Shiar about some design elements of the Intrepid class, years before it was launched" "that must have confused them" "yes... the report is basically just two spy agencies completely confused about what to do about the intelligence they had, and confused about why they had it"

"ok ok ok, enough artifacts, mission logs, spy reports, medical reports, repair logs, how about a really weird one: A SENSOR REPORT!" "why is that one weird?" "well, look at the timestamp. Both of them." "so one timestamp is 2372, and the other is... negative 16 billion?" "yep! This one is a scan of the big bang. And slightly before it." "... before?" "Yeah! They did a scan, and then THE BIG BANG HAPPENED, and then fortunately they got out of there before the universe fully existed, as that would exceed the ship's safety tolerances" "so... why were they at the big bang?" "well... you know the farpoint encounter, and that godly being the USS Enterprise ran into?" "oh god (uh, no pun intended)... but yeah, vaguely" "WELL it turns out there was another one of those godly beings who was suicidal and imprisoned in a comet, and-" "wait wait wait. there was a god trapped in a comet?" "yes. apparently they're infinitely powerful but weak to comets. ANYWAY. he was suicidal and trying to hide" "hide? WHAT DOES A GOD HAVE TO HIDE FROM?" "well he was hiding from the other god! the one at farpoint! that one was the one who imprisoned him. because he was suicidal." "so the god was in the comet, and the other god put him there, and someone let him out? and then he hid?" "yes! and where does a god hide?" "at the big bang?" "slightly before, but yes! and he took the ship along with him, so that's how they were able to scan the big bang. because of getting involved in a weird game of hide-and-seek between a suicidal god and a jailer-god" "so what happened? how did they get out of the whole god-war thing?" "well... usual stuff. they put the god on trial to see if he could be allowed to die, but compromised on making him human and a crew member" "so they had a former god on their crew?" "briefly. then he died." "he died? after settling for human?" "yeah, it turned out the jailer-god changed his mind and decided to rebel against god-society and started by giving the former-god some deadly poison to let him finally die, like he wanted" "well, at least that seems to have ended... well?"

"oh no, there's a follow up! see, it seems the dead god thing lead to a god-civil-war and it seems that caused a bunch of supernovae in 2373." "wait... supernovae? plural? like, outshined-the-entire-galaxy SUPERNOVAE? that must have killed billions, or trillions!" "yep! it was a massive disaster and caused a real crisis in astronomy because we had no idea why it was happening, but it suddenly stopped, thankfully. But yes, it was started because the crew accidentally freed a suicidal god from a comet." "oh god..." "literally!"

"don't worry, though... that's not the weird bit" "HOW IS THAT NOT THE WEIRD BIT?" "OK I PROMISE I'M NOT MAKING THIS UP... but after the first supernovae of the 2373 Calamity, it turns out the captain (of the ship that killed the god) discovered another god... in her bed" "her... bed?" "Yeah! it turns out the other god wanted to have a child. with her." "... that's weird but what does this have to do with the supernovae?" "he wanted to end the war, and figured the best way to do it was to get her pregnant with a god-baby"

"NOPE! That's it! I'm out. that's not real. you're making it up. We don't live in a universe where one captain caused death across the universe by sparking a god-war and then only ending it by having a baby with a god. I'm out. I have a Warp Dynamics test to study for anyway."

"wait! wait! I didn't even tell you about the time she turned into a lizard and had babies with her pilot" "NO! I DON'T CARE HOW MANY WEIRD THINGS YOU MAKE UP, THERE ARE NO LIZARD BABIES"

"no, I swear, it really happened! Look, they went infinitely fast and occupied every point in the universe!" "THAT'S NOT HOW SPEED WORKS" "it is! and it turns out going everywhere at once infinitely fast turns you into a lizard!" "*sigh* Are there any reports on unhearing that?"

I imagine they sometimes decide to go HARD MODE on the report readings, where they have to put aside all the ones with "Voyager" on them. They're just too easy.

"So I've got two reports here, and I want you to pick between them. One is the second weirdest transporter visitor log, and the other is a report on why a science officer is 30 years old... except his head, which is 495 years old!" "I'm going to cut you off there, because I know your tricks: those are both the same incident." "Yep! You got me. Am I really that predictable?" "You are. Also, second weirdest transporter visitor log? You phrased that very specifically..." "I wanted to rule out all the transporter accidents and strange misuses of the transporter, and focus solely on WHO was transported. This was the second weirdest person." "I'm not going to take the obvious bait and ask who it was... but I will ask: who is the weirdest?" "Lincoln. Abraham Lincoln. President of the United States, a predecessor to the unified Earth government... he died in 1865." "WHY WAS HE TRANSPORTED? Who was time traveling back to the 1860s? and if they were in the 1860s, why were they beaming up Presidents?" "HARDMODE: No time travel! He was transported out of open space in 2269, because he had been recreated by the local mineral beings on their lava-planet" "why... why did the lava aliens recreate a 19th century Earth president?" "To study GOOD AND EVIL!" "Like you do, I guess?" "Yeah... anyway, the recreated Lincoln got killed by a spear, thrown by either Genghis Khan or Kahless the Unforgettable" "THE FOUNDER OF THE KLINGON EMPIRE?" "Yeah! he got recreated too. And teamed up with Genghis." "No. no no no no no you made this up" "It's real! Check it out, there's a message here to the diplomatic department, asking for the proper protocol to accept a 19th century US president abort a quasi-military vessel. And there's a video clip! Hit play on that..."

"Man, video quality was terrible back in 2269" "Yeah, they were using analog tapes back then. Don't ask why. Retrotechnology studies are so complicated even without timetravel messing everything up. So yeah, apparently the answer is 'dress uniforms, security guys, whistle'" "oh yeah. You can't welcome a 19th century Earth president on board without a whistle. Where's your sense of ceremony!?"

"So I really have to go, my Intermediate Klingoneese class starts in like 5 minutes, but just tell me one thing: Who was the 2nd weirdest transporter visitor on the logs?" "Oh! Samuel Clemens." "Who?" "Mark Twain! Earth author, wrote Tom Sawyer, Huckleberry Finn?" "What? How?" "Yeah, a crew found a time portal that went back to 1893, while trying to figure out why the head of one of their crewmembers was in a cave on earth, and accidentally sent him forward to 2368, and beamed him aboard." "Did they wipe his memory afterwards or something?" "NOPE!" "So the 19th century Earth author Mark Twain, who I'm now remembering wrote a novel about time travel, didn't he?" "yep!" "So he wrote about time travel and HAD PERSONAL EXPERIENCE WITH IT?" "Yeah! thanks to snake aliens, eating humans in the past"

"Yeah I'm gonna go ask my teacher how they say 'You deserve to die for your lies' on Qo'noS" "I think it's... Hegh nep qotlh SoH? maybe 'urmang instead of nep?" "I'M OUT, petaQ!"

(a transcript of a twitter thread I made from back in July 2020)

[tarjapearce]

Lips anon! AHHHH Baby Benji's first words 😭 😭 😭

That situation reminded me of a story my mother told me. Apparently when I was a baby, my uncle wasn't paying attention and put his tequila on my high chair, and I took a sip of it. I cried and pushed it off. She got really mad at him for that obviously lol

Pfftt, Gabriel pulling the same thing when he visits for the first time in forever.

I was given a beer when I was 5 😂. Just a sip though. Latino dads and uncles are terrible 😅.

OMG GABRIEL. Brief Tension undercut

Benjamin certainly adored his blocks, but adored even more when you gathered to play with him after lunch. It helped him to make his digestion better and sleep at ease. Gabriela was still in school.

Evening slowly transitioned into night and you were preparing dinner. Gabi had just finished her homework, Benji was on his little jumper, stretching his legs, and Miguel was setting up the table.

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Dinner was lovely as usual, Miguel picked up after everyone as you cleaned Benjamin, his face a canvas painted with the smashed food. He adored when you'd mash potatos and carrots and minced tiny bits of chicken just for him. You then cleaned his chair and Gabi was ready to watch some TV with Miguel when the doorbell rang.

"The Neighbors maybe?" Miguel and you looked at eachother with confusing stares. Not that you weren't friendly among the neighborhood, you just simply stuck to yourselves, it was rare when someone knocked on your door past the 7 pm.

"I'll get it." Miguel rose on his feet and opened the door.

"Hey, Miggy." Gabriel's voice froze him in his spot. A little luggage bag next to him.

The coos and laugh of Benjamin snapped Gabriel's attention inside.

"May I come in?"

"... Sure." Miguel mumbled, still in his shock, he stepped aside and let him in.

Gabriel looked around, a typical domestic life that suited his brother all too well, despite him initially opposing to such things saying that his career was first.

"Guess you swallowed your words, huh Miggy?"

Miguel just stared at him with aprehension, he didn't know how to feel. It had been years since he saw Gabriel. 6 years to be exact. He had just left after a bad fight. And ever since then, their relationship had been strained.

"Is that-"

"Miguel? Who is it?"

Gabriel's eyes twinkled with amusement at your voice, then looked at little Benjamin that stared back at him to then look between Miguel and him. A bit confused.

Gabriel was shorter than Miguel, reaching his ears, his hair shorter and slicked back, a few strands poking out from the googles he wore ontop. Green eyes instead of maroon, a more joyful and amiable expression in his face, body less formidable than Miguel's.

"Can you come here for a sec, Mi amor?" Miguel spoke and Gabriel just chuckled at the endearing term. Gabriela poked her head out of the couch to look at them.

"Remember Gabriel?."

"Oh yes, of course. It's good to see you again. Hope everything is going well " You shook his hand with a smile. Miguel barely spoke about him, and if he did, it only showed that they still were at odds despite the amiable act the both put up. They were good at masking their feelings.

His hand was strong but still he was gentle.

"Un gusto verte de nuevo, cuñada" He spoke and you couldn't help but giggle. (Nice to see my sister in law again)

"Would you like something to drink?"

"Hm." He nodded but then his eyes stared at Benjamin, who went quiet upon Gabriel approaching.

"And whose this little handsome man?"

"Benjamin." Miguel spoke as he rubbed his face and held his waist. You served him a bit of Horchata. Benjamin just stared at him and cooed.

"Thanks. He looks like a mini you, but he definitely got (Name) 's eyes. Where is Gabi?"

"Gabi, cariño, come say hi to your uncle." Miguel held in her arms and Gabriel couldn't help but gasp.

"Gabi?! No way! Look at you, Pulguita! You have grown so much!" (Little one)

Gabi smiled nervously . She was only four years when Gabriel left. Gabriel and you barely interacted beyond pleasantries. He was always respectful when it came to you and kept his distance.

"Got you guys something. Wanna see?" You put Benjamin's spider pacifier on his mouth and Miguel took him out of his chair. Gabriela followed her uncle and you couldn't help to look at Miguel tensing. You had noticed that he was keeping his distance.

"Are you okay?"

Miguel nodded and sighed.

"Is he staying overnight so I can prepare his room?"

"I... I honestly don't know. I will do it anyways."

"Are you sure that you are OK?"

"Just feel a bit of headache coming." You'd rub his back softly he then joined Gabriel with Benji in his arms. You cleaned up.

Gabriel opened his luggage case and pulled out a little soccer t-shirt signed with some famous players.

"Para mi Pulguita" Gabriel smiled upon hearing Gabriela gasp and squeal in happiness. Miguel’s look softened. (For my little one)

"Look Papa!" Miguel nodded and smiled softly at her, she then ran to gush at you about the shirt.

"And since I wasn't sure how old mini you would be-"

"Benjamin."

"Right. Benjamin." He nodded, his freckled face scrunching up a bit, trying to suppress a chuckle.

"Since I wasn't sure how old little Benjamin would be, I got him some toys and this." He showed up Miguel a little green pacifier, a little goblin in a deeper shade of green imprinted on it.

"You can put liquids on it, designed it myself."

"Pretty ingenious." Miguel nodded, watching the little thing.

"And this is for you." He pulled out a small fancy box with a bottle in it. The label bright with the words "Amarás Logia, 25 años". twenty five year old brewed mezcal.

"Thanks." Gabriel sighed at his tone. Not that he blamed him though. Both brothers had said things that never should have left their mouths.

"You staying?"

"Nah. Just wanted to say hi. But... wouldn't mind a drink or two with you before I leave." He pulled another bottle, Don Julio's brand splattered on the tequila bottle. Miguel just chuckled.

"Just one."

"I know. You're a family man now and all that." Miguel put Benjamin on his chair again, Gabriela was taken to bed. Gabriel poured a couple of drops of tequila on his pacifier and approached Benjamin.

"Just a little tradition between O'Haras, little man." You and Miguel snapped the attention to Benjamin as he started crying after throwing away the pacifier.

"What's wrong?!"

"I just gave him a pacifier, nothing too bad."

You rushed to Benjamin and looked at the pacifier, a watery and all too familiar liquid oozed from it.

"You gave him tequila?!" You quickly pulled Benjamin out of his grasp and Miguel towered over him.

"He didn't drink! I promise! Just thought it was fun for him to smell it."

You rolled your eyes and took him away.

Miguel couldn't help but hit his head.

"¿Estás pendejo o qué?" (You stupid or what?)

Gabriel laughed at Miguel's hit.

"Relájate, cabrón. No bebió nada." (Calm down you dipshit. He didn't drink anything.)

"¿Te vas a quedar o no?" Gabriel chuckled and sighed. (You're staying or not?)

"We gotta talk anyways, and it's not precisely a short talk." Miguel just nodded and rubbed his face.

"You better apologize to (Name) in the morning."

"Ya sé, ya sé. Perdón." (I know, I know. Sorry)

Miguel prepared the guest room, as Gabriel poured two shots of tequila.

Alcohol would be needed, he couldn't be sober when all the pain would be out.

[joonberriess]

·˚ ༘ 💌 IMAGINE┊jungkook as a boxer and your boyfriend. he’s your ride or die and you’re his too. a modern day Bonnie and Clyde.

TAGS — toxic!jk, possessive sex, angry sex, angst, glamourized toxic relationship, abusive due to jk’s aggression be warned, headcanons + some plot!

WORD COUNT — 3.5 k

+     Jeon Jungkook is an infamous underground boxer, he doesn't play by the rules and he doesn't like a clean fight. You can guess what type of person he's like out of the ring. He's your typical asshole: snarky, perverted, and only intelligent in what seems like the streets. He's got issues. Loads of them and he isn't one to shy away things often being blunt since he could care less what people think of him.

+     Jungkook has a horrible habit of being in and out of relationships, none making it past a day or two cause his attention is being caught by a new girl. He can sweet talk like he's your prince charming but fucks you like a common whore. He's cocky too, knows the ladies want him and it strokes his ego to know they're all dying for him.

+     He meets you at a family wedding he goes to, you're sitting so pretty in the center with your arm tucked into your daddy's. So you're a good girl, he muses, it's all the more reason to approach you. He's infatuated, he has to have you now as there's no way he can skip out on the opportunity of a lifetime as he considers it. You end up rejecting him many many times cause you know of his reputation.

+ In your relationship he's possessive and jealous. Jungkook fully trusts you, he doesn't trust anyone else and sees himself like your protector to which he is (to a certain extent) but he needs to understand not everyone is threat. Jungkook loves you more than life itself, he's downright obsessed with the idea of being with you until the end of time but overall he tries to be a good boyfriend to you. Even if your father doesn't approve of him, *cue the "daddy pass the salt" fiasco.

━ (음악)

; his playlist

1. todas mueren por mi - cartel de santa

2. first class - jack harlow

3. love n hennesy - a.chal

4. bonnie & clyde - dean

5. malibu - ph-1

"Y es que es asi, todas muren por mi, y es que es asi, todas muren por ti," - Cartel De Santa

"If I were you I wouldn't," some girl pipes up from beside you, "woman to woman, he's not good for you." You're not stupid, you know who she's referring to and you can feel a small amount of annoyance hit you.

"Well," you softly smile, it's in your nature to be polite even if she is meddling in what doesn't concern her, "good thing you aren't me."

She scoffs, mumbling something about it being your loss but you see it as a win. You're so used to all these girls pitying you and trying to "warn" you about Jungkook. You know perfectly the type of guy he was and is right now. It wasn't like you jumped in blindly you made sure to be very clear with him, one screw up and you were leaving.

Jungkook's infamous playboy behavior exceeds him, no one can believe the once eligible bachelor is now in a relationship. His little groupie is so disappointed their favorite fuck buddy was off the market. They wonder how you do it given his little reputation and stuff. Do you ever get tired of random girls telling you he used to text them? Or how about the ones who "tried" warning you of his fuckboy tendencies?

Though Jungkook isn't the only one who's questioned often times. You're his polar opposite, you're not made for the lifestyle he leads on. As far as the public knows you're the daughter of a rich businessman who's family friends with the Jeons. You study in a prestigious university majoring in literature and working a internship in a journal company. They perceive you as a socialite and total snob due to your rich girl status, how wrong they were..

You finish applying a small layer of strawberry gloss on your pouty lips and head back out into the arena. You sit front row next to Yoongi who's watching Namjoon motivate Jungkook before the next round begins. They're both his mentors and you've come to see both men as friends and older brothers. "He's doing great so far, if he keeps this up he'll win right..?" You softly say to Yoongi.

"Yes, Kook's doing great with his speed and catching the poor bastard off guard but he needs to slow down or else he'll slip up and the other will get a upper hand on him. We don't need Kook to come back with fractured ribs again." Yoongi replies with a sigh, offering some peanuts to you.

"No thank you," you hum, "you know how he is, always eager and overzealous."

Yoongi grunts as he slouches in his seat, "Well he needs to cut that shit out before he gets his ass knocked out one of these days. If it ain't his opponent, it's gonna be me." He smirks lazily.

The match goes back into motion as the referee is yelling something to the crowd. Your heart is beating quickly, you pray to the gods above they send you your man back in one piece with no broken bones (his case fractured ribs). You've never liked this because the blood and the violent punches scare you. Especially because this is Jungkook you're talking about.

You watch with close eyes, Jungkook looks angry and it's both hot and scary at the same time. He's got sweat building up on his forehead, hair sticking to his skin, and jaw clenched as he throws punches left and right. So far Jungkook has been in the lead all night as he chooses to surprise his opponents. You're feeling a little bit of adrenaline running through your veins as you watch the match.

"C'mon, you got this..." You whisper softly and clench your fists.

The poor dude doesn't stand a chance anymore, he's losing his momento and his technique is getting sloppy. Jungkook must have tired him out already.. You find yourself smiling and yelling with joy as Jungkook manages to corner him. He's so, so close and your breath hitches in anticipation as the final punch is thrown and the dude goes falling to the ground. Everyone cheers for Jungkook, chanting his name as Namjoon crowds Jungkook after he's announced winner.

You eagerly make your way up to the stage, watching as Jungkook walks towards you simultaneously with dark eyes. He licks his lips chest heaving from the aftermath of the match, he seems like he's running on pure adrenaline now. Before you can even reach the ropes he hauls you up effortlessly, grabbing the back of your hair with one hand and roughly squeezing your ass through your dress with his other.

He kisses you with his all groaning softly while his hand kneads your ass massaging it in a more comforting manner rather than sexual. You bring your small hands to cup his face as you kiss back. Everyone's still celebrating and some close friends that came are catcalling you two. Jungkook tightens his hold as he pulls back, forehead against yours as he pants hotly against your mouth.

"I fuckin' did it baby," he mutters to you, "did it just for you."

You smile softly, "I'm proud of you," you mumble back and kiss his lips very gently, contrast to earlier, "I knew you could."

Jungkook chuckles breathily, "Let's get the fuck outta here yea? I wanna fuck the shit out of you in the locker rooms." He grins slapping your ass.

You want to chastise him but he does end up fucking you in the showers. Your little fur coat is messily thrown on a bench and a trail of clothes leading to the shower cubicles lay strewn around. It's a little steamy in there and Jungkook's got his strong arms pinning you up against the tiles as he works his thick cock in and out of you.

Your moans are soft and whiny, your toes clench and your thighs shake every so often from his cock stroking your g-spot from this angle. His wet body presses up against yours, his chest is firmly pressed to yours and your nipples rub against his wet skin every time he bounces you up and down his cock. "Mmm.. yeah," you softly moan, "right there, 's so good," you whine quietly.

Jungkook grunts quietly as he adjusts his grip on your bubbly ass, fat spilling from between his fingers as he hoists you upward and begins to drive his cock into you faster. "Right there baby? Want me to fuck you harder with my fat cock? C'mon baby, tell me you love it, love how full it makes you feel and hard it makes you cum.." He whispers in your ear.

You moan loudly at the dirty talk, back arching a little, "I-I love it..! Fills me up so good Kook, only you can make me cum like this!" You whimper towards the end, arms sliding down from his shoulders to simply being wrapped around his back.

"Damn right I am," he growls, "you're fucking mine, this pussy belongs to me and I don't wanna see anyone near it. Only I'm allowed to fuck you like this," he says as he pistons his hips faster, "say it. Say you belong to me, let them hear it baby,"

You squeal at the change of pace, arms coming up behind you to grip the top of the half-wall as he rocks you back and forth on his cock. It's too much and you can feel your pussy clamping down on him, "I'm yours! My pussy belongs to you," you cry, ".. Jungkook..! Jungkook!" You call out over and over as he fucks you like a man on death row.

Jungkook smirks softly, "Damn right," he kisses you while he plows away at your sensitive pussy. He thoroughly marks you as his and makes sure the whole damn hallway could hear you that night. He walks you down the hall later that night feeling refreshed as ever with his arm around your waist holding your ass as you stay cuddled up to him with a sweet adorable smile.

"Dame un poco love with some Hennessy, you know I like it when you're mad at me," - A.Chal

You're bubbling with annoyance as you storm around your shared apartment trying to find something to do, something that doesn't involve seeing his face. Jungkook was following occasionally, muttering curses and shaking his head at your "childish behavior". He's getting riled up too even though he has nothing to be angry about, he also has no right either since he started this whole mess.

The "mess" you're referring to occurred moments before arriving at home together. You were both hungry so you both said "hey, fuck it why not try that new barbecue place down the street?" and then you both went to the damned restaurant.

Everything's chill you're both enjoying the scenery around you, the waitress is very friendly and helpful and you both get your order and drinks quickly because the place isn't busy. Everything's going so well. You're happy, Jungkook's happy, everyone is so where did it all go to shit?

Jungkook is to blame (partly because he didn't look for the fight) but it was those preppy assholes from your university. They're sons of your parent's friends and you have met them before. Yet it did not give them the right to comment about your boyfriend or relationship.

They came over saying shit like "does your dad know who you're with?" or "why don't you ditch this lowlife and come get some drinks with us?" You're beyond angry and open your mouth to give them a piece of your mind but Jungkook beats you to it.

"Her dad perfectly fucking knows who she's with and where she's staying at, I don't recall ever asking for your fucking opinion on my girlfriend." Jungkook lowly mutters as he glares, "If I were you I'd fucking leave before I get my ass beat for acting a fool."

The one who started it laughs, "I dare you to put your hands on me, if you do—" he's cut off by Jungkook punching him right across the face.

"Say that again? I couldn't quite hear you?" Jungkook smirks as he yanks his head back, "C'mon, what were you gonna do?"

You scramble to get up, "Jungkook please," you softly beg, "let's just go okay? Ignore them they're not important."

Jungkook doesn't let up, only delivering another sucker punch to the gut. "Say it," he growls.

"L-Let go of me! My father will hear about this and when he does you're in so much shit! y/n get your—" he's cut off once again by Jungkook who's fucking livid.

You can see the crowd forming and the waitress from earlier on the phone speaking frantically. You feel angry, and worried because Jungkook was going to be in huge trouble if things weren't stopped now. You shakily breathed and looked around unsure of what to do.

It's about to turn into a full on fight because Jungkook pushes the asshole to his limits and now he's going to fight back. But you'd be damned if anyone put their hands on your man like that. You lift a bottle of soju and smash it against the dude's head as he's disoriented, "We are going home." You seethe to Jeongguk and toss the broken bottle top to the floor.

You're angry as hell right now and the press can kiss your ass, hell you work for the damn press you'll write the damn story yourself. You mutter to yourself and get into the car, arms crossed and face fixed to a cold stare.

“Baby,” Jungkook breathes out, entering the vehicle and sitting there looking at you in disbelief, “baby..?”

“Home.” You glare, and the rest of the ride is driven in silence and the occasional comment that dies out on Jungkook’s tongue halfway as he lets you mope around.

That’s how you’re in this predicament, pacing around at home angrily and huffing because the day is ruined. Not by Jungkook (maybe), but by those preppy assholes who think you’re friends or something. You didn’t even like them, you tolerated them. There was a difference between being cordial and rude.

“y/n.” Jungkook calls out, you ignore him and he calls out to you a total of two more times until he himself grows impatient and bothered. “Fucking hell y/n what do you want me to do?! Apologize? Say sorry for fucking defending myself against those daddy’s boys?!” He erupts in your face, hands holding your arms so tight you know you’ll bruise.

“You attacked him in a restaurant Jungkook! That wasn’t the fucking ring in there and you know it! Don’t you ever just leave boxing back in the ring? You always do this when things don’t go your way or the slightest inconvenience hits you and I’m sick of it! One of these days Jungkook they’ll arrest you and so help me I won’t be there to help you.” You glare, shaking him off as you pound your little fists on his chest.

Jungkook scoffs, “Oh that’s what we’re doing now? Taking their side? You fucking slut,” he shoves you hard making your back hit the wall as you stumble a little, “given the opportunity you’d jump at any chance to get on their cocks wouldn’t you? You’re a good for nothing—”

You cut him off with a slap, “Who the hell do you think you are? Accusing me of this stupid crap get over yourself Jungkook! You’re so far up your own ass you don’t even know what you’re saying to me.” You snap as you storm past him, heading right to your bedroom to pack a overnight bag.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going? I’m not done talking to you!” Jungkook yells as he follows you, “Oh classic y/n move, pack your shit and run from the problems yeah real classy move.” He sneers.

“Leave me alone,” you say as you shove random clothes into a bag, “I’m done talking with you, I’m not going to sit here and let you disrespect me or our relationship.”

Jungkook grabs the bag from your hands, “You aren’t going anywhere, you’re gonna unpack all this shit and we’re going to talk because isn’t that what you always want?! To talk?!”

You stare into Jungkook’s eyes as he crowds you, “Fuck. You.” You seethe angrily, you’re not one to cuss but when you do it’s because you’re absolutely losing it.

“What was that?” Jungkook suddenly growls, “Go on, repeat that shit to me.”

“I said: fuck you Jungkook. You’re a goddamn asshole and it’s a miracle I’ve stayed this fucking long with you!” You yell in his face as the both of you have a screaming match.

Things are thrown, picture frames shattered, and the room is in such disarray you’re not sure anyone can sleep in there. You take your anger out on him, letting all the pent up anger from before bubble up. This feels exhilarating but tiring at the same time, yelling took so much energy..

At one point he grabs you roughly, pressing you on the wall as he smothers you in a harsh kiss. The sexual tension had built and was at its’ boiling point. You found yourself kissing him back just as fierce and hungry. Your hands tangled in his hair and you harshly tugged on the soft strands.

“Fuck,” he moans against your mouth as he reaches down to unbuckle your jeans and push his hand inside your panties.

You arch into his touch, hands coming down to grip his forearm as you move your leg to wrap around his waist and pull him closer. A soft shaky sigh leaves your lips as his hand cups your soft pussy, his finger dipping between your folds to rub at your clit.

He presses on the bud and rubs back and forth as his head drops down to your neck. He leaves a series of hickeys on your skin as his free hand grips your hip tightly and holds you firmly against him. “You like that?” He murmurs hotly in your ear.

You pant and wiggle around in your place as your lower half is engulfed in pleasure. Your sensitive clit makes your hips jump in surprise every so often whenever he rubs in a particular way. The feeling is a little overwhelming but in a good way.

“Love it,” you whisper back and tangle a free hand in his hair as you grip it tightly, “but I want something else.”

“Tell me baby, what do you want?” Jungkook pulls back to stare down into your eyes as he slips his fingers past your tight slicked up hole as he fills you.

Your mouth falls open, eyes fluttering shut as you tighten your grip, “Mmm–you, want your cock in me,” you moan out, “want it to fill me up, make me cum over and over again..” You whisper seductively as you lick your lip.

Jungkook groans softly as he picks up the speed in your panties. He moves his fingers quicker, creating this squelching noise as your wetness dribbles down to his palm. His hand is cramping but the pain is worth it as he watches your face contort into pleasure. “Yeah..? What else baby? C’mon be a good girl and tell me.”

“Ohh..! Mm–want you to hold me down on the bed and make me take it. Don’t want it to stop until I’m crying and shaking, want you filling me up with your cum till it’s dripping–Jungkook,” you whine as you arch your back, “Call me your little slut, choke me, slap me, god just ruin me,” you whimper.

Jungkook moans at your words, he curls his fingers to hit your g-spot. The anger and sexual tension from before left you excited, you knew you wouldn’t be able to last long due to your overzealousness. You moan and cry out for him as your pussy is rapidly approaching its’ release. You clench on his fingers and shake as he sends you barreling into hot pleasure.

It’s utter bliss as you slump into his arms and sigh happily as you ride out your orgasm. He slows down and manages to hold you against him as he pants softly, “I’m sorry baby,” he breathes out.

You swallow thickly, staring up at him with a soft pout, “I’m sorry too..” You murmur and cradle his face, “You know I’d never mean those words right?” Not even you were sure if you meant those words..

Jungkook nods slowly as he presses his forehead to yours tenderly, “I didn’t meant shit either, you know how I get.. I promise I’ll try harder next time to not lose my temper in public.”

It’s a lie, he’ll be on his best behavior for a week max and then it’s back to normal. You’re used to this and you find yourself not caring as you hum in agreement, “Good.”

You love Jungkook. You’d do just about anything and he’d do the same. You’re a match made in heaven.

[ ☁️ ] : ps that lil collage, pics edited so don’t worry ;)

[juleswrites223]

Two of hearts

Season 1: Episode 2

Context: Fernando comes back from his daily routine of killing zombies near the safehouse and you suspect he's not saying the whole truth. You get closer to Carlos as something more then friends while poor Charles becomes a third wheel.

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F1 apocalypse masterlist

"Okay first off, shooting a handgun with precision requires three things: balance, technique, and practice." Carlos says holding a revolver in his right hand.

You are playing with Jośe, Fernando's dog, in the backyard where Carlos is teaching Charles how to shoot a gun, a handgun to be precise. Charles, eyes full of determination, listens to words spilling out of Carlos' mouth with full concentration.

Fernando has a routine. In every two days he goes out on his motorcycle, he scans the area around safehouse and kills whatever zombie is within 2 km of the safehouse. Every day, he goes up to the terrace of the house, a huge telescope is placed so Fernando can see anyone, living or dead, in the surrounding area. He is usually up there half the time, only coming down to either eat or let some steam off which means attacking the practice dummy, he says its for practice.

After a while, Fernando comes back covered in blood, this time more than usual which concerns you a lot. Charles' training session with Carlos comes to an end as Fernando approaches.

"More zombies than usual?" You ask carefully looking for any bite marks on him or any sign that a zombie got to him, but you're not that worried because you know Fernando is too much of a pro.

"Sí, parece que se están aburriendo de la ciudad. (yeah, feels like they are getting bored of the city)." Fernando grunts as he takes off his leather jacket and puts his rifle aside.

"¿Deberíamos preocuparnos? (Should we be worried?)" Carlos says as he walks closer to where you and Fernando are standing. Fernando mutters "no" and walks inside the house, on his way to shower.

Charles also comes closer where you and Carlos are standing alone, trying to discern what you both are looking at. You and Carlos are still staring at the road afar, both of you share a look that means, Fernando is not saying the full truth.

"I am gonna work on dinner now. Get inside, the sun is setting." Carlos says finally breaking the trance.

"Charles, come with me. We need to shut off all the windows and draws the curtains." You sighed as you all walked towards the house.

“So are you worried?” Charles asks you tentatively.

“A bit. I fear Fernando is not telling us the whole truth.” You reply.

As dinner time finishes with very little talk, you all head back to your assigned rooms. Night approaches rapidly and you are tossing and turning, unable to sleep. You decide to head to the living room, there is a television set there, last you checked it has a few dvds on the cabinet next to it.

As you’re watching some 50s show with the volume kept as low as possible, a hand comes to grip your shoulder.

You shriek as you turn around and notice it’s Carlos.

“God you scared me, what are you doing up?” You exhale a sigh as Carlos comes to sit beside you.

“I should be asking that to you no?” He whispers.

“Couldn’t sleep.”

“Ah”

As you both sit there, you turn and ask him,

“Do you ever think that you’d be better off dead?”

“Sometimes… but I realise my family may be alive so I have to keep hope and keeping living I guess.” He replies. “Plus who would keep you alive if I die huh?” He adds as he lightly bonks your head.

“Hey!” You say offendedly as he only shrugs, his lips breaking out in a soft smile.

“Sometimes, I wish I’d have killed myself ages ago, before this nightmare took place.” You say grimly. Carlos raises his eyes at your words. As long as he’s known you, you’ve always kept a positive, happy go to attitude so hearing this definitely shocks and upsets him at the same time.

“Don’t say that.” He brings you in for a hug and kisses your forehead. “I’m here, and I promise to protect you.”

The next morning came and you arose to find yourself in Carlos' arms, in his bed. As you went to get up, his arms wrapped around your waist pull you back toward his chest.

"I don't get a good morning?" Carlos whispers, his voice raspy.

"Good morning, mind telling me how I ended up in your room?" You ask sweetly.

"You fell asleep and I got you here. Simple as that." He shrugs.

You hesitate a moment before asking him a question that has been lingering in your mind since yesterday.

"Do you think Fernando is hiding something from us?" You ask as he sits up straighter and raises an eyebrow. "Ever since he came back yesterday, I feel it in my gut that he's not telling us the whole truth."

He thinks a bit, you can see the gears in his head turning then he responds, "Look, if Fernando isn't telling us something, it's either to protect us or he thinks it's not important." But his response doesn't seem convincing, not to you and it looks like he himself doesn't believe his words.

"You don't get it, I have a bad feeling about what he said. It's like he didn't exactly lie, he told the half truth which worries me." You reply.

Before Carlos can reply, the door opens followed by Charles who was focusing on the remote in his hands, "Hey do you know how to-" He looks up and sees you and Carlos in his bed, "Uh I didn't realise you both were together." Charles yelps quickly as averts his gaze from you guys.

"It's okay Charles, here I'll help you with the television." You get up yet you're looking at Carlos, your eyes say, this conversation isn't over.

As you fix the TV up for Charles, you realise you haven't see Fernando all morning, you go to check his room but you don't find him there, Hm must've gone hunting, you think to yourself. You know you need to confront him, sooner rather than later. You just hope that Fernando tells you the full truth this time.

Taglist: @thefuckwasmyname @sam-f1 @authentiqsunsets

[itsscromp]

Peter and Miles with a reader who sets up a Christmas for them after the whole symbiote incident? For them to like de-stress and just have fun!

Peter Parker and Miles Morales x reader

Before I start this story, I want to give my thoughts to the insomniac team who unfortunately suffered a data breach and a whole bunch of Wolverine stuff and personal info got leaked. Insomniac don't let these hackers stop you. Take all the damn time that you need, So this story shall also be dedicated to them. Word Count:1K

The first few months since the symbiote incident were physically and emotionally draining for everyone. You and Miles were busy killing off the remainder of the symbiote nests while Peter was busy rebuilding EMF. The three of you were just exhausted from everything.

One night out on patrol to get the last symbiote nests in the area, you noticed it was starting to get chillier than normal. Landing on a nearby street lamp, You noticed that it was starting to snow. "What the ??" You pulled your phone out and found out... It was December 23rd. "Oh shit" Jesus time flies fast when you're dealing with everything that has happened.

Sitting there you thought if Christmas was just around the corner, you decided to celebrate it with the two. Maybe this will help them de-stress and help them smile again. Opening the group chat you then started to text them.

"Hey guys, Any plans tomorrow ??"

"Just about to finish the latest prototype for EMF" Peter responded.

"Ma is helping F.E.A.S.T, so I'm pretty much free" Miles texted back next.

"Ok, so I only just found out about this, Christmas is in two days. So I thought maybe we could do like a dinner and all that" You smiled at the thought of this.

"Wait, It's Christmas ??" Miles responded rather quickly. Peter only responded using the mind-blown emojis.

"So I guess... You guys are both in ??"

They both reacted to the message with thumbs-up emojis, You smiled under the mask. Swinging back to your apartment to prepare for their stay. Fixing out their guest beds and giving the place a quick clean. Now the biggest worry was Christmas presents, You had to figure out what to get them. So grabbing your coat you went out and window-shopped for a little while. Finding something for Miles instantly, He was always ranting about the new video game that he saw about a month ago. Peter was a little tricky cause usually the stuff he talks about have been quickly sold out. But when passing a pawn shop, You found something in the window...

"Oh my gosh... Spider-Plushie... This must be the test one they gave to Peter..." You rushed inside without thinking and bought it.

Now the gifts were done, while also grabbing a few ones that they may like to. You headed back home and hid them for now.

The next day, you decorated the apartment with tinsel and other wall hangings, soon hearing a knock on the door, revealing to be none other than the two.

"You guys !!" You smiled widely and hugged the two. They gratefully returned the hug back.

"Merry Christmas y/n" Peter said softly, ruffling your head.

"Feliz Navidad" (Merry Christmas) Miles smiled as he entered the apartment. "Man, you went all out huh ??" He turned to you.

"Yeah I might have went a little overboard, but I wanted to save the tree for when you guys got here"

"Well then let's not waste any more time" Peter was eager to decorate the tree. Tree decorating was his favourite Christmas activity. So you got the tree and decorations out, But no tree decorating was complete without music. So pressing play on rocking around the Christmas tree, you all got to work.

It was a fun time, just simply relaxing after everything that had happened. Filled with smiles and giggles, Spending Christmas with your best friends was something that you all needed.

Then came the baking of Christmas cookies and Choc peppermint fudge. As the three of you were making the desserts, Peter grew mischievous and dabbed dough onto your nose. "Wha.. hey !!!" You laughed. "What, I didn't do anything" He smirked as he smeared some on Miles' cheek. "Come on Pete !!" He chuckled as well "You both can't prove anything" And then it turned into a light mini food fight.

Soon after, It was dinner time, Now you didn't have time to rush out for ham and such so the best you could do... Christmas grilled cheeses, They weren't complaining though, you all would've done this over a huge dinner. After a fun-filled night, the two trio headed off to bed.

The following morning, Christmas morning, you woke up to feel a pair of arms wrapped around you. Opening your eyes to find it was Peter... softly sleeping... cuddling you. It looked like he really needed something like this. So you snuggled up to him, both of you getting a much-needed sleep in.

After what feels like an hour AKA 20 minutes, Miles then snuck in and flopped on top of you two. "Guys come on it's Christmas !!!" He smiled brightly like any child would on Christmas day.

You chuckled "Alright alright come on" You tried to get up but Peter wanted to stay for at least another ten minutes, gripping you against him a little tighter softly mumbling. "Peter come on" You tried to squirm out but he only gripped harder, Let him have his cuddles y/n !!

"Miles were gonna be here for a while so I guess try and get a little comfortable" You chuckled as you snuggled up to Peter again. Miles sighed and stayed on top of you both, relishing in sharing the cuddles with you both.

After a few minutes, Peter was now officially ready to get up and the three of you headed to the tree. You started to hand their presents. Peter was the first, Shaking the box slightly and soon opening it.

"SPIDER-PLUSHY !!!!. I can't believe you found this y/n" He smiled up at you.

"I have my moments" You smiled as Miles opened his gift next " Yo !! Lies of P !!!" He smiled brightly.

"Last copy too, so thank god I got their on time" You chuckled.

Then Peter pulled out your gift. This one was from both of them. It looked relatively large, Opening it... Inside was a brand spanking new suit... One that looked like Peters's old suit.

"You always complimented my suit... So we figured we decided to get you your own version of it." peter said as he saw the wonder in your eyes.

You put the suit back and hugged them both tightly, They were too much. But they were your too much. This was easily the best Christmas you guys ever had.

Taglist: @callofdudes @fun-k-board

[darubyprincx]

digital media i watched this year that i really really enjoyed: a (non-exhaustive, non-ranked) list

hi everyone! ray keys here. i'm writing this on Dec 21st because I know I'll forget to post this on time if I don't schedule it beforehand.

i don't watch things on streaming services because i don't have any of the apps downloaded on my phone and most shows just aren't my thing anyways (ATLA has been the only exception) so all of the links here go to YouTube or other (free) sites

here we go!

Misc. Series and Standalone Videos

17776

17776 is a multimedia webnovel (?) about American football in the year of, you guessed it, 17776, written in 2017 by Jon Bois. It's told through the communications of three space probes made by humans and it's genuinely comforting as someone who's generally terrified by the concepts of eternity and immortality. Trigger warning for unreality at the start.

17776

20020 (the sequel, written in 2020 by the same author)

Code MENT

Code MENT is a YouTube series made by PurpleEyesWTF, of which the first episode was released in 2010. It's a fan-made abridgMENT of the anime Code Geass, voiced entirely by one guy (or at least i think so), and some parts of it have become legendary (see: Soup Store). Trigger warning for murder, infrequent use of the R slur, and depictions of blood and gore.

Code MENT playlist

Star Wars The Third Gathers: Backstroke of the West

Star Wars the Third Gathers: Backstroke of the West, uploaded to YouTube by GratefulDeadpool in 2017, is a video where somebody put the entire script of Star Wars Episode III: Revenge of the Sith in Google Translate, translated it to Chinese then back to English, and dubbed over it. Yes, it's the entire movie. No, it somehow hasn't been taken down yet.

Star Wars the Third Gathers: Backstroke of the West

Mianite (S1)

At least some of you should be familiar with Mianite, seeing as how it has taken over my entire blog over the past month or so. The World of Mianite is a vanilla Minecraft SMP launched in 2014. It was streamed live, but the recordings of those livestreams were later uploaded to YouTube. The main members of the serverlist are CaptainSparklez, II_JERIICHO_II, SynHD, and OmgItsFirefoxx. Mianite has had three seasons so far, but I've only watched the first from one perspective so that's what you guys are going to get.

CaptainSparklez' Mianite S1 Playlist

MAMASb0y's Mianite Animations Playlist

Mianite Purge Highlights Playlist

Alan Becker (and his Team)'s Work

Hi! This channel gets a special section all to itself because I just finished the Animation vs Minecraft series and I'm pretty sure my life has been irreversibly changed forever.

Animator Vs Animation

Animator Vs Animation (shortened: AVA or AvA) is an animated YouTube series by Alan Becker. The first episode was originally posted in 2006 and was later reuploaded to the platform in 2018. I recently binged the entire thing and was NOT expecting it to be as fucking incredible as it was. This is the de facto best place to start if you want to jump into Alan's other works featuring these characters, which I highly recommend because all of them are fantastic!

Animator Vs Animation Series Playlist

Animation Vs Minecraft

The stick men play the block game. Do not read the comments of any of the episodes until you have finished the entire series. Do not go in with any prior knowledge if you're able to. Set yourself up with a bowl of popcorn and a big ol' glass of ice water, sit back, look really closely for continuity because it is there and it is GLORIOUS, and enjoy.

Animator Vs Minecraft Series Playlist

[babyghouly]

A Permanent Confession

A Permanent Confession

Pair: Eddie Munson x GN!Reader; Eddie Munson x BestFriend!Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff (Near the End, I promise)

Words: ~6k

Summary: It’s the evening of Valentine’s day and you're spending it with your closest friends, Eddie, Robin and Steve. You guys decide that the best way to spend a Valentine’s day as a group of singles is by drinking your sorrows away. However, in doing this it leads to some questionable decisions that none of you clearly remember.

Warnings: Heavy Drinking, Blackout Drunk, Cursing, Mentions of Vomit, Slurred Speech that might be difficult for some to understand

Notes from Ghoul: Wowee. This one took a while to write, but for once it’s on schedule? Who knew. This fic is a complete 180 from my past fics as I mainly dabble in fluff... but I swear it gets warm and gooey like a freshly made s’more at the end, just trust me. Also, I suggest you never try the drinking game in the fic unless you’re ready to down 26 shots in the span of approximately 3 minutes. I’ve attempted this with friends and it did not turn out very well. For the sake of the fic we will pretend that the game wouldn’t completely sedate them all in the minutes following their last shot, hahahahaha. Also, don't be afraid to reblog and let me know what you think 💖

Ghoul’s Masterlist

Tags: @staygoldwriting @akwzilla @creme-bruhlee @hellfire-wren  @maitre-de-marionnettes

It was a cool evening in Hawkins tonight, with the sun just beginning to set. You and your best friend Eddie were at his house killing time waiting for your other friends, Steve and Robin, to show up for your small get together. It was Valentine's day and seen as how you were all single with nothing better to do, except for Steve until his date cancelled on him last minute, you decided to spend it together playing games, watching movies, and most importantly: getting drunk.

Eddie was currently in his room finishing up his campaign for the next Hellfire meeting while you were attempting to make a mixed drink for the party. Basically, you were just throwing whatever you found at your house and Eddie's house together to make a cocktail that didn't taste atrocious.

You poured some cranberry juice and sprite into the pitcher then looked through the array of alcohol that was displayed in Eddie's trailer. Not knowing much about mixed drinks, you thought that vodka was probably the safest option to go with so you took the opened bottle and poured in a decent amount of it. Once satisfied with the taste, you filled it with ice cubes and put it in the fridge to keep it cool. Looking through the cabinets, you brought out enough glasses for everyone and set them on the coffee table. It was at this moment you heard a knock on the door.

"Ed!" You yelled, wanting to make sure he heard you through the door, "Robin and Steve are here!"

"Yeah, yeah, I'll be out in a second!"

You made your way over to the front door and opened it to reveal your friends holding up two six packs of beer, a bouquet of roses, and a tacky box of chocolates both with 'Love Steve' written on them.

Robin handed you the bouquet and whispered in your ear, "Don't mention anything tonight, but these are from Steve's failed date tonight."

Steve hardly looked phased by the cancellation and gave you a cheeky wink and finger guns, clicking his tongue as he made his way in with the chocolates. You just rolled your eyes at him.

"I guess you can have these too, Y/N" Steve began, placing the chocolates on the countertop, "Seen as how my date decided to bail on me with an older man"

Robin and you looked at each other with raised eyebrows, Robin being the one to speak up, "Shut up Steve, you have your friends tonight so be happy we even let you join in on the fun after you bailed on us first."

Steve huffed, pointing at her and looking in your direction, "Feisty one, isn't she?" He then opened up the pack of beers and began distributing them in the fridge.

Meanwhile, you were searching around Eddie's home for the vase you knew he had hidden somewhere. Once finding it beside the couch in the corner, you emptied it of the dead flowers currently in it and filled it with the new flowers, leaving it on the counter beside the chocolates.

Eddie finally made his way out of his room to join the party, quickly making notice of Steve's gift sitting on the counter. Seeing the little 'Love Steve' cards plastered on both the flowers and the chocolates riled Eddie up as he assumed Steve had intended to give them to you. For the sake of the group however, Eddie suppressed his growing jealousy.

You and Eddie have been best friends for years now. It started when you saw his band play at the middle school talent show and since then you became inseparable over the years. During your friendship, Eddie couldn't help but to fall for you. You treated him better than any other person has in his life, in school and in general, and you share so much in common of course it was bound to happen.

However, recently Eddie has become worried that your eyes are on someone else: Steve Harrington, aka Hawkins' finest playboy. You both knew Steve from high school, but never interacted with him much because of your vast social differences. It wasn't until Eddie's third and final year as a senior that he was actually interested in getting to know Steve, but only really to prove himself right. Dustin, a Hellfire member, would always speak highly about Steve and Eddie just couldn't believe the praise.

Getting you to scope out the scene first at Family Video, you made quick friends with Robin, eventually making friends with Steve. Seeing you together with Steve, Eddie grew frustrated and jealous as he could sense something between the two of you, but he had no proof of it. Now seeing proof that his suspicions were right, at least from his perspective, he was filled with envy. How was he supposed to compare to thee Steve Harrington?

You looked at Eddie and chuckled, bringing the cocktail you made out of the fridge and pouring a glass for everyone, "Looks like the goblin finally made it out of his lair"

"Ha ha, very funny Y/N,"  Eddie made his way over to the phone and rifled through the phone book near it, "Now what kind of pizza should we get, I'll get two"

"Cheese, please!" You exclaim.

"How about Ham and pineapple?" Robin suggested.

"I'd like the pizza deluxe." Steve chimed in.

Eddie dialed the pizza place's number, "Oh fuck off, Harrington, we're not getting deluxe. None of us like vegetables on pizza except you." His voice was slightly hostile as he tried to hold back his jealousy; your face grew worried as you could sense your best friend had something riddling his mind.

Steve's eyes widened, almost spitting out the sip he took of his drink, "Woah, woah Mr. Grumpy Pants. No need to get mad over some vegetables."

"He's not wrong," You chimed in playfully to defend Eddie, "Why would you suggest a pizza only you would enjoy? That seems like a waste of Eddie's money, unless you want to pay for it?"

"They're both right, dingus" Robin backed you up, "Pay up, or deal with the ham and pineapple."

Steve slapped his hands down on his legs and rolled his eyes grunting, "Alright, I'll just deal with the ham and pineapple, but I swear if we're at my place next I'm getting the pizza deluxe and you're not going to whine about it"

Eddie hung up the phone after completing the order and made his way to the kitchen to grab a beer, cracking it open, "Then I guess we'll never go to Harrington's place, everyone in favor?"

You and Robin both held up your hands to agree with Eddie's statement, Steve just glared at the both of you as you giggled. Seeing this just ignited Eddie's jealousy even more as he watched from the kitchen.

"Okay, as much as I love making fun of Steve," You began, getting up from your seat on the couch, "What are we going to do tonight?"

"We could play some drinking games, that would really get my mind off you heathens ganging up on me." Steve suggested, motioning as if he was playing beer pong.

Eddie sipped his beer and chuckled, adding on to Steve's statement, "And your failed date?"

Steve's face grew very annoyed as he turned his focus to Eddie, "Oh, says you who has never even had a date before, I bet, let alone on Valentine's day… the most romantic time of year."

"Stuff Valentine's Harrington," Eddie made his way over to the living room and sat on the floor next to the coffee table, "It's just a stupid holiday that pretty boys like you waste their money on just to get some action for the night."

"Hey, hey, hey," You chimed in, "I hate to break up a great catfight, I really do, but we have some loosening up to do so get the sticks out of your asses and let's get these games started"

"Yeeah, let's just drink allll the worries away tonight, and stuff our faces with pizza. Sound good?" Robin added on, slurring a little as she finished her first drink and moved on to the cocktail that was meant for Eddie.

Both Steve and Eddie groaned in agreement. You made your way to the liquor cabinet to get out shot glasses for everyone and grabbed a couple of the liquors to take into the living area. Starting with rum, you poured out a generous shot for everyone.

"Does anyone have a good game to start with?" You asked, closing the bottle of rum and setting it aside.

"I heard there's an easy one where you just take a shot every time they sing 'Roxanne' in that song by The Police." Steve suggested, finishing up the drink he had from before, "It's supposed to get you drunk instantly because of how much it's sung."

"Ssounds great and all Stevie," Robin said, placing a hand on Steve's shoulder, " buuut ssomething tells me Eddie doesn't have that cassette on standby for this silly little game of yours."

Steve smirked and pulled something out of his jacket pocket, it was a cassette, "I've already got that covered." He made his way to the stereo system set up in the corner of the room and inserted the cassette.

"Something tells me we'll need more shots than this," You looked down at the four measly shots sitting on the table and then back up at Eddie, "Ed, help me get some more shots together." You got up and turned back to drag Eddie up to help you.

In no time, the once silent room was filled with the songs of The Police's album Outlandos d'Amour. Robin and Steve danced as the first two songs played while you and Eddie poured multiple shots out, filling the empty coffee table with countless tiny glasses of various liquors.

You're almost surprised Eddie and Wayne have this many shot glasses, but given the abundance of hats and coffee mugs in their place how could it truly be a surprise. Once the second song on the album ended and before the next song could begin, Steve immediately paused the music.

"Okay, it's the next song. Are we ready?" Steve asked, stretching his body out so he could press play and then quickly join in taking shots. Everyone nodded, prompting Steve to press play on the sound system and the room filled with the opening beat of Roxanne.

Roxanne…

-shot-

You don't have to put on the red light

Those days are over

You don't have to sell your body to the night

Roxanne

-shot-

Your faces puckered in disgust at the first shot and even worse with the second. But all of you trekked onwards with the get drunk fast strategy, singing along with the lyrics. Eddie as well, surprisingly.

You don't have to wear that dress tonight

Walk the streets for money

You don't care if it's wrong or if it's right

Roxanne

-shot-

You don't have to put on the red light

Roxanne

-shot-

You don't have to put on the red light

After this came five shots in a row with frantic singing as you and the gang attempted to belt out the lyrics while finishing the shots and simultaneously gearing up for the next one. There was a short break for you to fill up empty glasses before the next 'Roxanne' was sung.

Only two more before the endless stream came, leading Steve and Robin to tap out after the first one. It was down to you and Eddie now and you both knew each other could hold their liquor pretty well so neither of you were tapping out at this point. A whopping fourteen shots later, the song ended, leaving you feeling much much lighter than before.

Both Robin and Steve were without a doubt affected by this game and you could tell as they got up and danced wildly, flailing their bodies around and knocking over some of the empty shot glasses. You couldn't tell how much Eddie was affected, but you were definitely feeling looser and your head felt lighter; the room possibly spinning. All the attention turned to the door when a knock was heard, interrupting the two person dance party as Steve and Robin both remembered that Eddie ordered pizza.

"YAAAY," They both cheered, locking arms together and dancing in a circle in excitement, "PIZZA! PIZZA! PIZZA!"

Eddie got up to get the pizzas, tripping over his feet a bit on the way. He paid for the pizza and brought it over to the table. You cleared off part of the table, stumbling to take the extra glasses over to the sink. On the way back you grabbed two beers for Eddie and Steve and the rest of the cocktail you made earlier.

"Ugh, so fucking starving," You groaned, pouring out drinks for everyone, "I am so-" *hiccup* "happy the food is finally here."

Steve opened the top box and let out a thrilled gasp, and in one breath he spoke "It's in the Shape of a Heeeeaarttt"

You all peered into the box to find your pizza exactly as Steve described, a heart. You and Robin stared in awe and Eddie ruined it by taking a slice.

You playfully smacked him on the arm, "Ed~~ you broke my heart, how could yoooouuu"

"Wha- Whaddya mean?" Eddie's cheeks flushed red.

"Tha-" *Hiccup* "Thas my pizza," You explained, pouting your lips, "So it was my heart. Y-You broke it cos you ate it."

"But iss pizza," Eddie said, pointing at the boxes, "You're suppose to eat it"

"Eddieeeee," You whined, grabbing ahold of his arm and lightly shaking him, "It was miiiiineee, I was suppose to eat it fiiiiiirst."

"Awwww," Robin swooned with a giant smirk on her face, "A-A lovers quarrel… We-We're witnessing a quarrel b'tween lovers Stevie."

"Awwww, innit cute, Robbie," Steve shoved a bite of pizza into his mouth and continued to speak, "They're so cute."

You picked a piece of pineapple off of Robin's pizza and threw it at Steve, "Shuddup, Steeeve… we're not lovers, right Ed?"

Eddie shook his head, face turning a bright red as he chugged the rest of the beer he had just opened.

"Seeeee, is not a loooverrsss quarrel," You corrected Steve and Robin, patting Eddie on the back, "Is juss a fight…. between friends''

Hearing that Eddie grabbed the cocktail you poured for him and downed it within seconds,, "R-Right, juss friends." Eddie added and you giggled looking at him with a huge smile on your face.

You guys continued to eat the heart shaped pizza while singing along to the rest of The Police's album. Halfway through her last slice, Robin let out a groan.

"Soooo full," She exclaimed, setting the rest of the slice down in the box, "An' thirssy. I need more drink"

Robin stumbled up with her empty glass and waddled over to the kitchen and you followed. You and Robin both grabbed a beer as this was all that was left. Making your way back to the living area, you heard a noise from behind you.

"Pssssstttttt," It was Robin, trying to quietly get your attention, pointing towards the bathroom.

You turned back and followed her into the washroom where you closed the door behind you.

"Y/N," She hiccupped, "I-I may be drunk…. reeeeaally really drunk right now…. b-but I can sense something."

"Whadder you talkin bout Robbie?"

She attempted to regain her composure, ultimately failing at doing so, "You."

-pause-

"You like him don't you?"

Your cheeks flushed red and you shook your head, "Nooooo, god no. I don' like Eddie. No way, no way."

"Hah, caught you… I dinnit say who, Y/N. I coulda meant poor ol' Stevie."

You didn't think your cheeks could burn hotter than they currently were but you were so wrong, "Fiiiiiiine, I migh' like 'im juss a lil bit." You pinched your index and thumb together, "but Robbie, he's my best friend."

"Is why you gotta tell 'im tonight. C'mon, is the day of looooove like Stevie was sayin'"

While you continued discussing things in the washroom with Robin, Steve and Eddie were awkwardly sitting in silence. Eddie was aggressively tapping on the coffee table as he finished the last slice of pizza, contemplating if he should confront Steve about his relationship with you. Steve was on the couch lazily dancing and lip syncing with the last song of the album, trying to keep his eyes open.

You and Robin finished your drunken talk in the washroom and stumbled your way back into the living room. At this point, Steve was already passed out on the couch and Eddie was nowhere to be seen. You could tell Robin was on the verge of passing out so you tried your best to get her comfortable on the floor, stumbling over your feet and trying not to wake up Steve. Before making your way onto the porch where Eddie is likely to be, you grabbed the chocolates Steve let you have. Outside, you find Eddie sitting on the couch with a beer in hand and staring out into the darkness.

You collapsed yourself right next to him on the couch, almost spilling his drink, "Hiiiiii, Ed"

"Hellooooo, Y/N" He let out a playful huff and smiled at you.

"Why're you bein' a loner out here?"

The sigh he let out was loud enough to wake up the neighbourhood, "Cos, iss Valentines day an' 'm alone like the usual"

"You got meeeeee," You responded, kissing his cheek and handing him the open box of chocolates that were shaped like hearts.

Eddie couldn't tell if it was the amount of drinks he had that night or true love seeping out from heart, but everywhere inside him fluttered. He grabbed a chocolate and started nibbling on it.

You felt similarly, although neither of you knew the you felt the same. In your loosened state, you almost blurted out your feelings, but caught yourself quickly by shoving chocolate in your face. The pair of you sat in silence before you both went to speak at the same time

"I-" you both began.

"You first, I inssiss." You told Eddie, popping another chocolate in your mouth.

Eddie gulped, realizing the situation he got himself into. If only he had let his thoughts fester just a little longer then you would be the one speaking right now.

"Y/N…" He started, "I-I…" *hiccup* "well… I dunno how to say this… but… I like you."

You stared at him in disbelief, but he was too shy to even look at you. That's exactly what you were going to confess and you're shocked that he feels the same.

"Well" *hiccup* "I guess I shouldn't say like…" His words trailed off leaving it up to you to interpret what he meant.

"Nooo way," You giggled, smacking his arm playfully, "Thiss isn' funny… You're juss jokin, I don' believe it"

"I do," *hiccup* "I do mean it, Y/N… for years now."

"I don' believe it," You repeated, "Prove it t' me."

Eddie looked into your eyes, his eyes glazed from the alcohol, "How? How do I prove it, I juss said it?"

"I dunno, juss do it"

"You wan' me t' kiss yah? Or something else?"

You shook your head, looking down at Eddie's arms, "You could kiss anybody" *hiccup* "It don' mean nothin'"

"Well I dunno then, Y/N"

Eddie felt something on his arm and looked at it because he thought it might be a bug. It was just you, lightly tracing at the tattoo he had on his arm. The pads of your fingers were gentle, caressing each bat that was inked into his forearm. That's when Eddie knew exactly how he'd prove his love for you.

He shot up out of his seat and pulled you off the sofa, dragging you down from the steps of his porch and up the gravel road. The last thing you remember is him saying is, "I have an idea!" and the rest of the night was a blur.

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You awoke in the morning to the feeling of being poked in the face. When your eyes opened and focused on what was there, you were met with Robin's face relieved that you were alive.

"What exactly happened last night?" Robin asked, her voice was hushed but it didn't help the splitting headache you had.

You groaned, placing your hand over your eyes, "I dunno, I juss remember drinking waaayyy too much"

You were startled by the movement you felt next to you as you didn't realize until then that you were in Eddie's bed. His leg jerked in your direction again and you gave him a heavy poke to the back.

"Fuuuck," He groaned, his voice was deeper than his usual tone, "Why'd you have to do that?"

It took Eddie a moment to realize that you were in his bed before he flipped over from where he was sleeping to look at you. He stared at you for an uncomfortable amount of time before you finally said, "What?"

Eddie's brain was still trying to work out what had happened last night but fell short on a couple events. He remembered Steve and you flirting, drinking a shit tonne of alcohol, pizza, and… and… shit, he couldn't remember anything after that.

"I-I wasn't expecting you to be in my bed that's all."

Robin sensed that there were still unanswered questions you two needed to work out, "I'll leave you too doofus' alone… if you need me I'll be making pancakes for us all, okay?"

"Yeeeaaahh" You both moaned.

And with that Robin shut the door, leaving you alone with Eddie. You were both still out of it, squinting your eyes at how bright the world around you was. While flicking through your memories last night, your nose caught a whiff of an awful stench. You looked around you and over to Eddie and noticed the remnants of puke on his shirt.

"Ed, you might want to change out of that," You pointed at his shirt, "That's disgusting"

Eddie looked down at it and grunted, getting out of the bed. He carefully made his way over to his dresser and got out a new t-shirt to wear. As he took off his shirt, you noticed something on his lower back.

Just as he went to put a new shirt on, you stopped him, "Wait, Ed, c'mere for a sec"

He turned around with a confused look on his face and made his way towards you with his new shirt wrapped around his arms.

"Turn around for me."

Eddie scoffed, "Is this your way of getting me to do a strip tease for you or something?"

"Just do it, there's something on your back. I wanna see it"

He let out an 'Oh' and turned around for you. Your jaw dropped when you saw what was on his back. A tattoo. Of a heart. With your name in it. Parts of your memory that were fogged cleared.

He confessed his love for me last night, that's what happened. But what's this? When did he get this?

"Am I good?" Eddie's voice snapped you back into the present, "It's not a bug is it?'

"Hey Eddie," Your voice was shaking a bit, "Do you remember last night at all?"

He turned back around, putting his clean t-shirt on, "Not really… I just remember drinking more than I have ever drank in my entire life. That's all."

"Well… uhm… you have a new tattoo it seems like."

For Eddie, those were the words that triggered the missing memories of last night.

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"I know how t' prove my love to you." Eddie skipped his way along the gravel path.

You struggled to keep up with him without tripping over yourself or him, "What's it?"

"You'll seeee"

He brought you up to his neighbour's house and a gruff older man wearing a thin white tank top and baggy gray sweatpants opened the door. The man had tattoos covering both of his arms and he stood there waiting for someone to tell him what they wanted.

"Heeey, Sssnake" Eddie slurred, placing an arm around your waist and pulling you closer, "I'm gonna get a tattoo to prove my love for this little cutie right here" *hiccup*

"Okay, you know the drill" Is all Snake said and you make your way into his home.

You stood in awe staring at Eddie knowing that he was about to get a tattoo for you. This was enough for your drunk self to accept that he really did mean it when he said he loved you. Eddie flipped through the samples Snake had in a binder and pointed to a tacky heart surrounded by flowers with a banner for lettering through it.

"''is the one," He pointed at the heart, "With t' name Y/N in it" *hiccup* "Do it in your finest lettering pleeease"

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Eddie's face was beet red and he stormed out of his room into the bathroom, to get a better look. Sure enough, there on his lower back was a fresh tattoo with your name on it. Robin and Steve came over and pushed the door open to see what the commotion was about. Both of them started laughing so hard when they saw what it was, holding each other up.

"You see this, Y/N?" Steve said, looking over in your direction.

You nodded at him, making your way into the hall to look at Eddie. Eddie pulled his shirt down, slamming the door and locking it on you guys. This caused you to disperse into the house, Robin going back to cooking, Steve doing… well whatever Steve was doing, and you decided to clean up a bit.

As you bent down to pick up all the empty glasses left over, you could feel your shirt riding up your back which made you uncomfortable. While trying to fix it, all you could hear was snickering coming from Steve.

"Uh… Y/N…" Steve said holding back laughter, "You might wanna check out your back too"

Your eyes widened and you stomped your way over to the bathroom, banging on the door.

"Munson, you better let me in, I need the mirror too," You exclaimed, now hearing Robin's laughter from behind you.

The door unlocked and he pulled you in and closed the door again. You pulled the shirt you were wearing up to reveal a matching tattoo, this time with Eddie's name in it.

"Eddie what the fuck happened last night?" You were angry, only because your mind had no grasp on anything that happened after a certain point.

Eddie filled you in on what he could remember and your mouth was stuck agape.

He looked at your tattoo closer, "Why would you get the same tattoo as me? Mine was a confession of love apparently, are you trying to say you love me too?"

Eddie truthfully thought it was just a big misunderstanding on Snake's part. Both of you were drunk out of your minds making a big decision like that. Maybe he assumed that your feelings were mutual, seen as how it was Valentine's day, and you were too drunk to refuse it.

You hid your face in your hands and tried to compose yourself, "Maybe… I dunno, I guess" You mumbled underneath your hands.

Eddie was taken aback by your answer, "Wait, really?"

You lowered your hands from your face, pulling your shirt back down to cover your body, "I was drunk and sometimes you do things you wouldn't normally do if you were sober-"

"Like confessing your love to your best friend and getting a tattoo of their name on you?" Eddie interrupted.

"Yeah, I guess," You agreed, "I mean, you did it for me… maybe I wanted to do the same for you." You almost whispered the last part.

Eddie stood there pinching himself attempting to wake himself up from the dream he thought he was having, his face the same shade of red as yours. The pair of you stood in silence for a short while before there was a knock on the door.

"Breakfast is ready!" Robin shouted through the door.

Eddie and you made your way to the living area to eat breakfast with Robin and Steve. There was an awkward silence, nothing but cutlery scraping on ceramic plates and sips of coffee filling the otherwise stagnant air. Steve was the first to break the silence.

"So, uh.. I hate to ask this," He began, shoving a bite of pancakes in his mouth, "but what exactly went down last night?"

"Yeah," Robin piped in, picking up her mug of coffee, "How exactly do two best friends end up getting matching tattoos of each other's name in a heart… on Valentines day?"

You placed your cutlery onto your plate, looking down at the ground while twiddling your fingers.

Eddie cleared his throat, "Just a dare… a double dare if you wanna call it that." He immediately shoved food into his mouth and gulped down coffee.

"Sounds like a pretty stupid da-" Steve said under his breath, but Robin quickly nudged him to shut up.

Once Robin and Steve were finished with their breakfast, Robin had to practically drag Steve out of the house to leave you and Eddie alone again.

"Bye guys," Robin exclaimed, pushing Steve out the front door, "Sorry we can't stay to help clean up… I'll make it up to you I promise!"

Steve was trying to defend himself from Robin's shoves, "We don't have to leave y'know?"

Robin gave him the death glare as soon as the door was shut and continued to push him towards his car. The two left and now it was just you and Eddie. You collected all the dirty dishes and piled them by the sink. Eddie tied his hair back with a one of your old scrunchies and got to cleaning the dishes while you dried them and put them away. It was silent to begin with, but once again Eddie cleared his throat to alert you of his incoming words.

"Is it true?" He asked meekly, scrubbing away at the plates in the sink.

You picked up a wet plate and dabbed it dry with a towel, "Is what true?"

"That y'know… you love me"

Once dried, you placed the dish in its respective pile, and sighed, "Yes, it is true."

"Okay" Was all Eddie said as he finished washing the dishes.

You couldn't understand the feeling you felt. Both of you confessed your feelings to each other last night, yet neither of you seemed happy about it. It was almost as if neither of you believed it was true and while the tattoos should be seen as some sort of proof, you still carried on as if your mind completely fabricated this and you'll soon wake up from it at any moment.

"So what now?" He mumbled, "This has never really happened to me before."

"I guess we kiss?" You replied, putting away all the cleaned dishes in the cabinets, "Isn't that what they do in the movies to see if sparks fly? Or whatever that bullshit is."

Eddie contemplated your words and reached out to grab your waist, pulling you close to him, "We could do that"

You looked into his eyes and you could tell they were looking at your lips. The nerves mixed with the butterflies in your stomach as Eddie's lips moved closer to yours. You instinctively shut your eyes and let him lead the kiss, his lips crashing into yours.

You've kissed only a few people in your life, but you never felt like this. This feeling was a feeling beyond sparks flying. A whole fire warmed your heart and you felt more comfort than you ever have before. It just felt right, that's all you could describe it as.

Eddie pulled away, but you wanted more. You held his face in your hands and pulled him back in. This second kiss left you giddy and you could feel the smile forming on Eddie's lips as your lips moved in sync together. You couldn't help but smile back, chuckling before parting ways. Eddie still held you close, making sure to hold you gently at the waist as to not disturb your fresh tattoo.

The morning that started foggy and glum was soon saturated and full of life again. The two of you knew that this was in fact real life and not just a figment of your imagination manifesting into something greater than your reality. You slumped forward while wrapping your arms around Eddie's waist, your chin burrowing into his shoulder.

"How long have you loved me?" Eddie mumbled quietly into your ear, stroking a finger up your spine.

You hummed in thought, and quietly responded back, "Since you started Hellfire club… watching you make friends with people who were outcasts like me and you… always letting me watch over your campaigns even if I wasn't playing… it really showed how much of a kind person you are and I completely fell for it. Oh, that and seeing how immersed you got playing dungeons and dragons… you're kinda cute when you play." The rosy blush returned to your cheeks, "What about you?"

"The day we met."

You pulled away from his shoulder when you heard this, looking at him with suspicion in your eyes, "Don't bullshit me, Munson."

"I'm not, I swear." He said gently, moving a hand up to your cheek and pecking your lips, "I was young and naive, but I had a feeling that day when I met you… and looking back on it now I'm pretty sure it's the same feeling I have now."

You couldn't hide how overjoyed you felt and Eddie could see that, looking at you with a tender smile. His pillowy soft lips pecked more kisses all over your face. Your cheeks, your forehead, your nose, and back to your delicate lips once more.

"I'd say that's love at first sight for you then, huh?" You murmured, resting your forehead on his.

He let out a playful huff, "Tragic you didn't feel the same."

"It takes me a bit longer to warm up to people," You admitted, "But considering it's me, I think I got there pretty quickly." You laughed.

Eddie looked at your face with twinkling eyes, "Then I guess… this makes us…" His words trailed off in thought.

"Lovers?"

He bit his bottom lip attempting to hold back his growing smile, "Yeah, I guess so."

"I like that" You mimicked his face, and your body suddenly felt lighter than before.

Eddie stretched his body as you continued to hold him at the waist. His arms were now bent downward with hands cupping the back of his head, "Well then I guess we don't have to sue Snake for these tattoos then."

You were reminded of the stupid decision you and Eddie made last night, "Fuck, I guess that will be on our bodies for the rest of our lives"

"Well, tattoos are permanent, so yeah"

Your body went limp at the reality that you'll have this tacky heart tattoo you don't even remember getting on you forever.

"Then you have to promise me that you're not gonna let me go, Munson"

"I wouldn't dream of it, Y/N"

Once again, Eddie couldn't keep his lips off of yours as he pulled you in for another kiss.

"And on top of that, I'll also promise you that we'll get meaningful tattoos at some point. Ones we can both remember fondly. Sound good?"

You nodded, nearly exploding from the rush of feelings you were experiencing.

- END -

[ggomos-maribat]

The Perfect Blend

"It's coffee ice cream."

Adrien looked down at the cone in her hand. Three brown scoops. Chocolate chips embedded. "Huh, so it is."

"This is from Andre," Marinette emphasized. "It's coffee flavored. Why the fuck is my soulmate ice cream coffee flavored?!"

"Dunno. Maybe your soulmate's a caffeine junkie like you are."

They strolled on the Pont des Arts, leaving behind the long line of teenagers waiting to get their ice cream. Marinette ate her ice cream carefully. "I don't buy it. There's no one else who'd inject coffee into their veins like I do."

"Maybe you'll be surprised," said Adrien, taking a spoonful of his blueberry.

Marinette's foot caught a bump on the bridge. She flailed around, forgetting about her ice cream, and crashed into someone who was also in the process of stumbling forward. She felt a hot sticky liquid splatter on her front, while her ice cream collided with someone’s chest.

"I'm so sorry!" Both cried out, but in different languages.

Marinette looked up to see a boy whose tired eyes mirrored hers. His fitted shirt was soaked in both coffee and ice cream just like her blouse.

Adrien hummed in amusement. "So there he is."

Marinette glared at him before turning back to the stranger. She switched to English. "I'm terribly sorry, monsieur, I'm so careless."

"Me too," the stranger blurted out. "Your---your shirt---"

He hastily fished out a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to her.

"Ah, no, no, I stained your shirt as well. Please use it," Marinette declined, getting some tissues from her bag.

"No, I insist." The boy smiled sheepishly.

She bit the edge of her lip. "Take these napkins at least. Oh! And let me buy you a new coffee."

They tried their best to clean themselves up, but the stains were persistent. Marinette frowned when she saw that the ice cream drips had also come down to his pants.

"My house is nearby. I have extra clothes in there just about your size," she suggested. "We own a bakery on the first floor. Would you like to wait there? Only if you're not busy! I'd hate to disrupt your day."

The stranger beamed. "A---A change of clothes would be nice. Don't worry, I was just planning to walk around the city today."

She nodded and began leading him down the path. Adrien sidled up to her. "You got a boy to come home with you so quickly!"

She shoved him playfully, scowling.

Marinette coughed, looking up at the boy she had bumped into. "I'm Marinette, by the way. This is Adrien. I'm guessing you're vacationing in Paris?"

"Call me Tim. And yeah, I'm here mostly for business though."

"Ask him if he's single!" Adrien whispered into her ear.

She shoved him again.

"I am, actually." Tim's eyebrows raised.

Red took over Marinette's cheeks. "Wait a minute---"

"On another completely unrelated topic." Adrien smirked. "Are you, by any chance, addicted to coffee?"

"What qualifies as 'addicted'? I usually finish five cups a day but I think that's pretty normal."

Adrien gasped, eyes glittering at Marinette. Meanwhile, Marinette was shooting silent threats at him. "You're in luck!" Adrien wrapped an arm around her shoulders and patted her head. "This tiny girl can down six to seven cups a day!"

"I'm not tiny!"

"You are miniature."

"You're cute."

Tim's eyes widened at his accidental compliment. He averted his eyes nervously as Marinette's face turned hotter.

"I---I mean," Tim coughed. "I mean---uh--"

"Yo---you don't look too bad yourself," Marinette said in a small voice, playing with the hem of her blouse.

Adrien whispered in her ear again, less subtly this time. "Now ask him out."

Tim perked up. "I'm free tonight!"

"What---what a coincidence!" She squeaked out. "Me---me too!"

"Can I pick you up at seven?"

She smiled widely. "I'd love that." 

a gift for @tinybrie <3 Cross posted on AO3

[next-autopsy]

A/N: Well hi there! Here it is: the first chapter! There’s a bit of repetition in the beginning in case you didn’t want to read the prologue. Small disclaimer; I did not live in the 1940s, nor have I ever been in the military and I don’t even live in the states so I’m making a lot of stuff up, Pls feel free to message me any corrections. Also I forgot to mention this is a fem oc / one of the guys fic but I want it to be a surprise!! Starting guessing lol

Based on the actors portrayal/hbo show and written with no disrespect to the real life veterans. Also all images found on Pinterest.

TW: None? (Message me if you think I need to add something here!)

Made of Glass

Chapter one: Home, sweet home. 

Bernadette Grace Coldwell stood at attention in the sweltering Georgia sun. Her olive green uniform only added to the almost unbearable heat and her body couldn’t help but sweat.

She stood among nine women. These nine women showed exceptional talent at the exclusive women’s military camp, ‘Fort Des Moines’.

100 women had been whittled down to the highest scoring nine. The top nine, the best of them. 

These selected women were being integrated into nine companies of men. They would train side by side with the men up to deployment, then fight alongside them, even die with them.

It was an experimental thing and so much was expected from the participants. To earn the trust of the men they would fight with. To prove they were an asset not a hinderance. Most of all to show everyone that women could fight valiantly for their country.

After all, this was their war too. 

Birdie’s focus was straight ahead, her body unmoving. She listened as the Colonel droned on about the honour this battalion had been given; hosting the women. All formalities, she was sure. 

2nd battalion had nine companies, hence nine women. The companies were named A through I. Birdie had learnt all of the codes names but the heat was causing her to forget some, Fox,  Able, Dog, Item and Easy company were the ones lingering in her mind.

Easy company.

Easy company was hers.

She had been told earlier that day to report to Easy company barracks, she was expected to just know where that was. Bernadette had heard rumours that her company was lead by the harshest CO. She didn’t know much about him except that he was unkind and brash and made Easy do more PT than any other company. Birdie huffed at the thought, surely he wouldn’t be too jazzed by her presence. She supposed she was about to find out.

The women were at a severe disadvantage arriving at Camp Toccoa nearly two weeks after the men. The men were already learning their roles and getting to know each other while the women would have to play catch up. Not to mention the women would already have a lot to prove anyway, this was just an added drawback

Colonel Sink finished up his speech by dismissing everyone then turning on his heel and leaving. The girls were on their own now, expected to figure things out.

Bernadette relaxed her posture and turned to the woman next to her, a redhead named Blythe. 

Blythe and Birdie had meet in Fort Des Moines briefly and became semi friendly. They hadn’t talked much but it had only been three weeks of knowing each other. Things change. 

“Now what?” Blythe gave a smile with a somewhat joking tone. From what Birdie could tell, she was outgoing and chatty. Blythe was always cracking a joke and grinning wide, she was easy to get along with and would do well in returning the unfriendly fire they were sure to receive from the men.

Birdie instinctually shrugged before answering, “I guess we find our companies?” She hadn’t meant it as a question but she was unsure of herself and slightly intimidated. Being in a military camp surrounded by men who didn’t want her there and probably weren’t going to respect her was intimidating.

She had thought of the every situation, all the possibilities, a thousand times over. Birdie might be ignored completely or catcalled every second of everyday. She might not be able to prove herself, she could fall short in training and subsequently be left behind or kicked out. There was always the possibility she might be assaulted. She might even just quit. 

Thoughts swirled around her head as she stood hesitant making her dizzy with doubt, a voice pulled her from those dark thoughts.

“Go that way, third building on the left is one of Easy’s. Someone there will point you right.” The stern but calming voice belonging to another woman from the group. She had watched Birdie’s internal debate and gave guidance.

“Oh… uh, thank you.” Birdies gentle voice wavered, looking in the direction the unknown women had pointed her in.

Easy company was that way. Her company.

She was beyond nervous to met the men of her company. Men she would have to befriend. Men she was going to rely on during battle. Men she would have to convince they could also rely on her. 

The woman, whose name she didn’t catch, had disappeared, no doubt finding her own company. Birdie barely remembered her from training at the woman’s camp. She hadn’t exactly made many friends there just in case those friends were left behind. 

Here, at Camp Toccoa, she would have to make friends. As many as she could, and fast. 

Bernadette noticed her redheaded companion, Blythe, was still standing by her. Just as nervous as Birdie, she was waiting for some sort of reassuring gesture.

“I suppose I’m going that way.” Birdie spoke in her thick southern accent, “you?” Blythe smiled, shaking her head. 

“I’m that way.” She pointed in the opposite direction. 

“Item company.”  Blythe let out in a breathy laugh. The two girls nodded in sync, “well, good luck in Easy.” 

Birdie nodded, “Thanks, good luck in Item.” The women simultaneously took a breath before taking off on their respective directions. 

Birdies legs took her to the previously mentioned building and the second she rounded the corner, someone had approached her. 

A kind faced ginger man; his insignia told her that he was a lieutenant and his careful smile and direct eye contact told her he was the welcoming committee she has been told about. He walked towards her, stopping when they were a few feet apart. Only then did she noticed another man followed him side by side.

A dark hair lieutenant with a smirk plastered on his face. The trio saluted each other accordingly and began introductions.

“You must be Private First Class Bernadette Coldwell. Richard Winters.” The ginger man stick his hand out and Birdie shook it. 

“This is Lieutenant Lewis Nixon.” Birdie shook the dark haired man’s hand.

“Welcome to Camp Toccoa, Dick and I will show you round.” Lt Nixon greeted, Birdie thought she heard a hint of sarcasm and prayed he was going to be nice to her. 

“Thank you, sirs.” 

“Alright, Private Coldwell, first stop: your barracks.” Lt Winters began walking with Nixon by his side and Birdie followed behind the two men. 

“I’m sure someone mentioned you’ll be in the ladies barracks?” Winters spoke behind him, knowing she’d hear him and hoping to ease her nerves. She was all but shaking and Dick noticed her anxiety the second she came round the corner.

Richard took a second to really look at her. She held herself well, shoulder back and chin up but he could see her eyes darting all around and her white knuckles gripping the strap of her bag. He could tell she was far more nervous than she let on.

“Yes sir.” Her voice was quite and she was trying to ignore the whispers and avoid the blatant stares of all the men they passed. Both Winters and Nixon picked up on the crude comments around them and the young woman who had lowered her head and entered a staring competition with her shoes. There wasn’t a whole lot they could do, speaking up for her would show favouritism while also giving her an aura of weakness. She would have to fight her own battles.

“So, where you from Bernadette?” Lt Nixon asked attempting to distract her from the comments but before she could answer he spoke up again, 

“You got a nickname? Bernadette’s quiet a mouthful.” Lt Nixon chuckled, waiting for her reply this time. His attempts to distract her seemed to work as she raised her head to answer him. 

“Yes sir, folks back home call me Birdie, sir.” A nervous smile crept onto her face. 

“Is that a southern twang I hear?” Nixon smirk and gave his friend, Dick a side glance. The young lady nodded, a lock of her mousey brown hair fell loose and she hurried to tuck it away.

“Let me guess… You're from- Kentucky?” Both men stopped walking outside of what she imagined were her barracks and turned to face her, waiting for her answer.

Birdie grinned and shook her head, giving a giggle that would melt your heart. 

“No, sir.” Her smile was contagious, Winters found himself smiling at her antics. Her nerves forgotten for a moment. 

“Hmmm… Alabama?” It was Nixon’s turn to grin at the girl. She was sweet and easily likeable, she had a childlike innocent that Nixon and Winters had noticed right away and it endeared the young girl to them. 

Birdie shook her head again and bit her lower lip to keep herself from laughing in her lieutenants face. 

“Mississippi?” It was Winters who spoke up this time. Birdie’s eyes flicked to him and she raised her index finger to her nose, tapping once, then twice. 

“Ah! A true southerner. By chance, were you raised on a farm?” Nixon smirked, like it was a well known joke, one that Birdie didn’t understand. Winters let out a small huff as if to silently tell his friend off. 

“A horse ranch, sir. My folks run a horse ranch.” Nixon wanted to burst out laughing, of course she was raised on a horse ranch. He kept his inner thoughts and jokes to himself,  for now anyway, he didn’t want to offend the woman on her first day but a sly grin could not be wiped from his face. 

Winters, as if reading Lewis’ mind took lead, walking with Birdie up the three steps of the barracks building and swung open the door, holding it for her while he explained she needed to go inside and look for a footlocker with her name on it. When Birdie disappeared inside to do so, Dick returned to his friend who was still smirking to himself.

“Not a word, Nix.” He murmured, straight faced, Nixon only laughed in reply. 

Barely two minutes passed before she rejoined them and the three were walking again. 

“We’ll show you the showers and lavatories next.” Winters informed taking a sharp left turn. Birdie just knew she was going to get lost in this maze of identical buildings, it would take her a week or two to figure out the layout for sure. Her lieutenants were explaining that on the bright side the women had their own shower/toilet block, the downside was they only had one block consisting of four toilets and four showers in the whole of Camp Toccoa.

After at least half an hour and four more buildings she was supposed to have remembered later they were back at the women’s barracks. The two lieutenants let her know she had the afternoon to get settled and was expected in the mess at 18:00 for dinner. That would only last half an hour then she could retire to her barracks for an hour before lights out at 19:30. They saluted and left and once again Birdie was alone with her thoughts.

Looking around the room she noticed all but one of the nines beds were claimed. Five on the right side of the room and four on the left. They each had the standard olive green rucksack thrown atop of the thin mattress (except for Lowell, Elizabeth; who mustn’t have arrived yet), one pillow and a neat pile of white folded sheets.

The beds were assigned and Birdie had been put in the middle of the five side, she took a glance at the footlocker names and assumed they were alphabetical. She was between a Carmichael, Constance and Donahue, Barbara.

Bernadette busied herself by unfolding the crisp sheets, making the bed and then unpacking her things into the footlocker with her name printed on it. 

The room was quiet, a vast difference from her childhood home. It was empty with blank walls and no colour, void of any personality. The only thing in the room other than sleeping cots was a large metal drum next the the door with the word ‘BUTTS’ painted on the side. Birdie briefly wondered what her family were doing right now but that thought caused a dull ache in her chest so she quickly distracted herself sorting through her things. 

A sigh left her lips as she took one long look around the barracks she would be living in from here on out, 

“Home, sweet home.” 

A/N: Roll credits! okay so what did you think? Please lmk! I think I’ll be posting the next chapter before the weekend? Haven’t quite figured out what I’m doing yet

~ next-autopsy ~

Chapter two

[lovethistoomuch]

10 characters 10 fandoms

I was tagged by @birdkeeperklink thank you so much! I really had to think on these since, as per my url you can guess there are a lot. (sorry for the late reply. I got no excuse, really, except life continued to happen around me and deciding who to pick was really hard.)

in no particular order (though Loki is Number 1, I'm sorry everyone else), here we go:

1. Loki Odinson from MARVEL

I just love him so much I've written a 78K fix-it fantasy novel (not finished) to give him the happy ending he deserves. there is no other character I identify with harder than this one: a younger sibling full of rage, always feeling overshadowed by the older one, just wanting to prove their own worth and show the world that they are capable (i got over this a lot in recent years but my love for him still remains.)

Tom just plays him so perfectly and I am so heartbroken that the writers at MARVEL did not know what to do with him, so they killed him off (the Loki show doesn't count because that's not him okay.) he's always having a good time, he's snarky and clever and desperately needs a hug. how can you not love him?

2. Mr. Spock and Leonard (Bones) McCoy from Star Trek TOS

Yes, they are two people but I just couldn't choose between them!

The grumpy surgeon with a heart of gold an the emotionally suppressed but deeply loving vulcan live in my heart rent free ever since I was a child. Spock was my first crush ever and his complicated relationship with McCoy has always fascinated me. they are two incredibly complicated people and there isn't enough space here to describe why. writing them is just as much fun as watching them and I actually own the autographs of both Leonard and De.

3. James Wilson from House M.D.

he's a man of many contradictions: he is kind but also House's best friend, he loves people dearly but can also tell them to fuck off. he is confident and funny and he helps people without being a pushover. he loves all of his his wives but cheats at least once. he is a walking mystery which makes him a great friend for House and a nightmare to write. I just love him! also, that smile!

4. Castiel from Supernatural

Cas is the character, truly! he can go from nerdy to badass in the blink of an eye. a cosmic being that plays dress up just to make one human smile, who should be nothing but an ant to him. he fiercely protects the people he loves and always tries to do the right thing. the character that inserted himself into the story against the writer's will and changed the narrative for ever. when he came on the show, I hated his guts. and look at me now...

5. Zuko from Avatar the last Aribender

you simply cannot talk about redemption arcs without mentioning Zuko at some point. an exceptional character amongst a cast of exceptional characters. I once joked that 90% of his lines were just him screaming but that poor boy has so much rage inside him, and with all that trauma, can you really blame him? he is the epitome of character growth and a fascinating example of how the villain can become a hero without taking any shortcuts.

6. Stephen Maturin from the Aubrey-Maturin series

if you read the books, you'll know why. this fucking lunatic is so oblivious to his own eccentricities that you just have to love him. nobody does it quite like him to be honest. no, Stephen, people will not think you're eccentric because you practice sword fighting on deck, however they might think that because you let loose 1000 bees on the ship and run around naked. he has no sense for proper etiquette and i love him so much for it. also, he get's on a ship without being able to swim and performs open brain surgery on deck. he is incredibly skilled and the best damn doctor in the entire fleet. also, his dynamic with his best friend/captain is one of the best friendships I've ever seen/read.

7. Scrooge McDuck

this might be an unusual choice but i grew up reading comics and at one point in my life i figured out that all of my favourite stories were writen and drawn by the legendary Don Rosa, who in his book "the life and times of Scrooge McDuck" created one of the most fascinating and fun to watch characters i've ever seen. starting from humble beginnings and rising to the top through his percevierence, fearlessness and ingenuity, inevitably losing everything he loved and ending up alone, only to be found by his family again, his story is one of my absolute favourites in literature. i know that due the never ending nature of comic books, he can never truly get his happy ending but I really wished he could.

8. Keeley Jones from Ted Lasso

I don't think I've ever seen a woman like her in any media to be honest. she is so clearly feminine and embodies all the traits of a woman that would normally be depicted as bitchy, toxic and self obsessed but she is just none of those things. she is a girly woman who loves pink and cries and she is just so human and lovely and i love her so much for it! her friendship with Rebecca is also so amazing and feels very real and true to what friendships between woman are actually like. I just love her as a beacon of healthy femininity and can only hope that there will be more characters like her in the future!

9. Kim Kitsuragi from Disco Elysium

the voice, the looks, the everything! the moment I met him I knew I wanted him to be my best friend for ever! his deadpan delivery combined with his dorkyness and his shere competence had me on the floor on multiple occasions. I have not finished the game yet but I have never had a companion this incredible in any video game ever! I could listen to him read the phone book for hours. when he went "daba doop doop dead" I died. also him jumping in when I fail a check has to be the most badass thing ever. I love you, Kim. please be proud of me. (also, I know he probably has a darker side to him that I am not seeing right now because I am always choosing the nice options but hey, the best characters are the complicated ones.)

10. Cole Turner from Charmed

this show was so much better when he was in it! the half demon who crosses over to the good side without ever really changing his ways. he burns someone alive and laughs about it, drags a detective to hell and doesn't give a shit about civilians. even when he is completely human his solution to assholes is to punch them in the face. he loves power and controling others and looking good while doing it. I know him beind "good" was a whole thing on the show but to me the most fun about him was that he continued being evil but was now using his powers to help the good guys. show me another character that got redeemed into the hero team without losing his evil edge. Cole was just so much fun to watch but unfortunately his character got totally buthcered by bad writing.

No pressure of doing this but tagging:

@catzy88, @uponxhorhaus, @accrov

[the-au-thor]

Hi, I saw you are accepting requests, and I read A la Velocidad de la Luz, it was amazing! I was thinking about they as parents, maybe reader's dream about having those 6 Nuggets with Steve and traveling to California being real would be great? I mean I'd like to see all the story but with this idea i'll be super happy, only if you like it, of course!

This is a very cute idea! I kinda wanted to add some babysitting munson but I'm still not sure lol, I kept it simple tho. Hope you like this one!

Remember to read this content warning before reading.

First part here and second part here

A la Velocidad de la Luz (at the Speed of light) | Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

"Robin called, said she'll be in Malibu by the time we get there," you said, trying to fix your hair while the trailer was in motion.

"Yeah, did you tell her she'll be the official nanny for the next week?" Steve asked, flipping through radio stations.

You chuckled while starting to braid Alice's long brown hair.

"She's aware. She and Vicki can't wait to babysit and do auntie duties," you expertly finished your daughter's hairdo, and she happily went to her seat behind the trailer to start playing with her twin, Jo.

You and Steve started having babies more than a decade ago. It wasn't exactly planned; you just got tired of the pills. One day, after a year and a half of marriage, you woke up and broke the news to Steve.

"Babe?"

"Mmhm," he murmured while sipping coffee from his mug.

Your sexy police officer husband was standing there with his hip against the counter and the paper in his hand.

" I stopped taking the pills, remember? You said whenever I feel ready, I just had to tell you? Well, I'm ready."

He took his eyes away from whatever he was reading and slowly moved to meet yours as he carefully studied you. In silence, he left his mug and newspaper on the counter and took his radio from the center table of your kitchen. He pressed a button without breaking eye contact.

"Central, this is Sergeant Harrington, do you copy? Over."

"Hey, Sarge Stevie, this is Jane Hopper helping out today in Central. Is everything okay? Over."

Steve smiled, and you copied his gesture. Jane started working at the central station during her summers when she graduated high school a couple of years ago. A way for Hopper to teach her the sense of responsibility and set healthy boundaries between her and Mike. It was a pretty good idea, to be honest.

"Hey El, do me a favor, could ya'? Tell your dad I'll be out of duties this morning for personal reasons. Imma explain to him later, over."

"Is everything okay? Over."

Steve combed his hair back and smiled.

"Yeah, honey, just a little thing here I need to take care of. Just tell your dad that, copy."

"Okay, just remember, friends don't lie. I'll tell my father, but he won't be happy, Mom's got him on a new diet, and it's driving him nuts, copy."

Steve laughed.

"I can imagine that. Thanks for the favor. See you soon, copy."

"10-4, have a great morning. Tell your pretty girl I love her. Out."

Then the line was dead, and as soon as the conversation ended, Steve quickly turned off the radio and took a couple of steps to get closer to you. You embraced his neck, standing on your tiptoes while smiling playfully.

"So, I'm guessing I'm the little thing you need to take care of?"

He caressed your back until his hands were on your butt and smiled back.

"Of course, mama, we need to fix this not-being-pregnant-yet situation," he finally said, taking you in his arms while you let out a giggle, and he started walking upstairs.

Nine months later, on March 12th, 1992, your first girl, Emma Chrissy Harrington, came into the world to be the protagonist of her father's worries and cares. She was now sitting in the back of the trailer with her headphones on, reading your old books while moving his feet covered in the combat boots her godfather gave her on her birthday. After one year of having her, you and Steve welcomed your first son James, who was born with his father's beautiful eyes and your hair. Steve often says he's gonna be a charmer, but you think he already is. You and Steve struggled a little to adjust to having two totally different babies in the house, and Steve got promoted to Captain, which was a big responsibility, so you decided to hold off on baby-making for a while. You enjoyed being a mother of two for that time; they were so different, with Emma being chaotic and creative, learning to play the drums before even being potty-trained, courtesy of his uncle Eddie, and James being the calmest and most advanced baby, talking, teething, and walking at a very early stage. He's now into photography and loves his uncle Johnny. When Emma was 4 and James 3, you and Steve welcomed Elizabeth. She was born prematurely and was a very delicate baby until doctors told you she was born with diabetes, so she has to follow a strict treatment. Other than that, she is a smart and strong 7-year-old girl who likes dresses and her piano lessons. By that time, you were a family of 5, and frankly, everything felt easier than with the first two babies. That made you both think that where's five, why can't be six, right? Just that in your next pregnancy, you discovered you were expecting your twins; Alice and Jo-Anne. They're just 5, so they are into bugs, drawing, and dogs.

They were very wild years, with Steve being promoted from Chief Assistant to Chief, with Hopper handing Steve the torch as he always wanted, and you with a little tour on the East Coast to promote your new novel and signing meetings. You couldn't take the vacation of your dreams until this year, once Steve got used to his new job and you just finished your last book so you could be focused more on the family time, he finally bought the camper you both always dreamed about and traveled through the country during the summer.

Uncle Eddie was waiting for you in his big-ass mansion that he was preparing to receive the whole crowd.

"Is he moving?" Steve asked while he moved his hand and placed it over your bump.

You smiled.

"Yep, he will be just like his dad; unstoppable."

He then smiled back.

"Babe?"

"Uh?" you hummed starting to open a new book your editor recommended to you.

"Just… you look amazing."

"I'm bigger, Harrington. Bigger and swollen," you reminded him.

He moved his hand, caressing your bump.

"You get prettier with every pregnancy."

You rolled your eyes.

"And you get more delusional," you joked, looking for the right page to start your reading while your other hand took his.

You kept in silence while you could hear the kids playing in the back of the camper.

"Babe?" Steve repeated and let out a relieved laugh.

"Huh?" you replied with the same sound.

"We made it, babe," he said with pride coming through his voice. "The whole plan. You and me, The six nuggets. The camper. We are freaking parents of happy and cool kids. We won."

Yep, you did.

[saintarmand]

8, 17, 21 & 22 for the iwtv ask thingy! 🤍

8. Who's your favorite actor?

jacob anderson. come on now. they're all great but he is ethereal. second place assad zaman

17. Have you read or watched anything because it was referenced in the show?

oh just a few things

love's coming of age by edward carpenter

chéri by colette

nausea by jean-paul sartre (louis was reading this in ep6 when lestat and claudia are playing chess while talking about nicki. you can't see the full cover but i went detective mode and figured it out)

madame bovary by gustave flaubert

a moveable feast by ernest hemingway (s2 first look "esurient hearts beating as one, the rumbling beast of the moveable feast")

iolanta (tchaikovsky opera)

don pasquale (donizetti opera)

pelléas et mélisande (debussy opera)

a doll's house (henrik ibsen play)

a streetcar named desire (tennessee williams play) + the movie with marlon brando

i didnt read the full text but i did hunt down and read parts of "de masticatione mortuorum, the chewing dead" that claudia mentions, full title "dissertatio historico-philosophica de masticatione mortuorum" by philip rohr (1679) (view the original manuscript here + english translation here)

i havent finished all of emily dickinson's poems yet but im getting there! (some of these i had read before ofc but im reading them all in order now)

ive also previously watched nosferatu (and rewatched it for iwtv) and the trimph of the will (NOT rewatching 💀 that was for a film history class) and ive read dante's inferno which louis mentions ("if i was to join dante's wood of the self-murdered...") and i highly recommend it!!! absolute fav

there's also stuff that wasn't directly referenced in the show but the fandom has drawn parallels to, that i've read and watched for that reason.

anne carson's an oresteia (to better understand all the agamemnon iphigenia clytemnestra electra comparisons people make)

giovanni's room by james baldwin

rebecca (1940 film)

theres def more movies but i cant remember lol

and theres some nonfiction books i've yet to finish bc im slow at nonfiction

the vampire: a casebook by alan dundes (cited by writers as s2 inspo! about irl vampire folklore)

black new orleans 1860-1880 by john w. blassingame for historical context

the theatre of fear and horror by mel gordon, on the grand guignol aka the inspiration for theatre des vampires (i did finish this one except for the summaries of all the plays, i decided to skip that there's so many. very engaging read and gives a lot of insight into the some of the bts stuff we've seen about the theatre)

louis's favorite movies from the tale of the the body thief!

la belle et la bête (1946)

the company of wolves (1984)

the dead (1987)

i may be forgetting some stuff. there's also so much more on my list that i mean to get to. a prayer for owen meany by john irving, of "memory is a monster" quote fame is locked and loaded for example

if anyone's interested to hear my thoughts on any of these feel free to ask i would love to talk about it!!!

all this and i've still only read the first 6 of the actual vampire chronicles. and im still procrastinating starting merrick

21. What was your favorite monologue of season one?

HMM the obvious one is louis's confession. ive watched the whole sequence from the funeral to the end of the episode a truly unhealthy number of times. also claudia's coffin monologue

22. Who's your favorite character? Why?

LOUIS. probably because i relate to him so much. instant connection. tricked into loving myself. also like hes literally louis how could i not love him do i need to even explain this

when i started reading the books i didnt care for book louis that much lol but i did become an armand stan. possibly bc i also relate to him im selfish like that i guess. also just his whole backstory and the way it informs everything he does is so fascinating to me. ppl say hes incomprehensible and hes literally not. everything he does makes sense when you consider his life experiences

iwtv ask game

[hasanthehung]

The Meeting

It was late.

My eyes strained at the computer screen after the word-count completed. 70,000 words. "Only 50,000 more to go" I sighed. I removed my glasses, stretched my now permanently arched back and raised my hands above my head, letting them fall limp by my side, before standing up for the first time in hours.

I was in my final years of a Political Science PHD at Princeton. It was tough going - you just had to take a glance at my tiny apartment, the curtains constantly drawn to limit the presence of the outside world, the stacks of books and piles of paper strewn on any available surface and the boxes of take-out tentatively placed in the kitchen sink to guess.

Writing this damned thesis was just the tip of the iceberg. As a PHD candidate I had lectures to give, as well as being an advisor to 3 undergrads who were more interested in extra-curriculars than in anything the oppressed PHD students could offer them. I couldn't blame them -Christ, I had BEEN them just a few years ago. Those long-gone days of waking up with a constant hangover, arriving late to lectures and usually sleeping through them had been the key to the student bodies morale, after all.

I checked my phone. 4:35 AM. Shit.

I had a meeting at 9 AM with a new undergrad I would be advising, but wasn't too bothered about it. Knowing how these advisory sessions usually went, this student would turn up late and only because they had to, with nothing prepared and probably concealing a hangover.

I needed to sleep. Like, now.

The phone buzzed. 8:45 AM. Shit.

I leapt out of bed, quickly showered and dressed in my usual fit; an oversized black hoodie, baggy jeans and baseball cap - The hood pulled up over the cap to hide my identity from the faculty or any other passers by that would - for the billionth time - ask with the best of intentions, "How's the PHD going?"- That dreaded question again.

I jumped on my bike and landed outside the PolSci building late. I ran up the steps, through the corridor and swung the door open to find, with true astonishment, the student actually sitting patiently at my desk, his head bent, scrolling on his phone.

"Hi, sorry I'm late"

"Oh hey, uh," He stood up and turned towards me, quickly parking his phone in his back pocket.

"No problem, uh, I'm Hasan, nice to meet you"

I was immediately worried.

Why? Because this guy was so freakin hot. He was tall enough to play for the NBA, broad enough to play for the NFA and the way he played with his short dark hair nervously as he waited for my response was adorable.

I didn't need any more distraction in my life. I had 2 years to finish this PHD, for Christs' sake.

It took a moment for me to come to my senses. I pulled my rucksack from my shoulder and approached him, offering my hand.

Those eyes.

"Intense" was the word I'd landed on. Dark and brooding.

And on closer inspection, he was much older than the usual undergrads were- He looked like he was my age- in his 30's, at least.

"Hey Hasan, I'm your advisor. I haven't seen you around, you've just arrived at Princeton?"

"Uh, yea uhm...I've got a degree in Political Science and was hoping to do a PHD here, I was told you could help me get the lay of the land?"

"Oh, of course!"

I obviously hadn't prepped for this meeting at all, as I never do- the students usually don't give a crap.

Much later on, I'd check my emails to realise this meeting was supposed to be an overview of the PolSci faculty, a de-briefing of what to expect as a candidate, and that this potential student was one of the top political commentators in the U.S.

This was all news to me. Especially the part were the man standing in front of me was famous and a major player in shaping the minds of millions politically.

PHD students are known to be "out of the loop" in general. We're too busy to keep up with the culture. But man, did it ever make sense.

This guy was made for the worlds eyes to look at him, and as he continued to speak, with his precise and deliberate choice of words, not to mention his deep beautiful voice, was made for millions to listen to.

Realising that this wasn't the usual boring check-in with an undergrad, I began;

"Well, in that case, lets get out of here. I'll take you on a tour of the campus and I know a great place for coffee that's empty around now, and to be honest, I need one. That cool?"

"Uh..totally, thanks"

After playing tour guide for less that 15 minutes, it became clear that this wasn't the usual prospective PHD student. Every undergrad that passed by took a double take, their eyes widening in disbelief and I could hear them whisper his name to eachother;

"Hasan! it's HasanAbi!"

"No, it not!"

"Dude, it freaking IS Hasan!!"

Hasan noticed this, too. He pulled a cap out of his back pocket and fished a pair of sunglasses out of his boldly coloured shirt pocket, pulling the collar up over his chiselled jaw and bending his head low. Not that it helped much - he towered above everyone in the vicinity.

"Wow, people seem to know you. Are you famous or something?" I asked.

"You could say that, I guess. In certain circles."

He shifted his feet uncomfortably and spent a little too long fixing the position of his cap over his dark locks. I knew not to press further. He obviously didn't want to get into the details just then.

"... Do you want to get out of here?"

"That would be great, thank you"

"Well there's my place, It's just up ahead, if you don't mind the mess? You'll get an honest idea of what your life will look like if you choose to take on a PHD, at least."

He smiled and lifted his head a little, relaxing. "I spend a lot of my time inside as it is, it'll feel just like home" He said.

We arrived at the run-down apartment block and as I fumbled with my keys, I could feel him standing behind me, waiting for some privacy. There was a heat... An electricity that seemed to buzz between him and I...Or was I just imagining it?

He switched position to lean his broad shoulders against the wall beside me as he waited, he seemed to be checking me out, cocking his head to the side and tipping his sunglasses down a little, watching me with a smirk on his face.

"Here, let me take your bag for you" He offered.

He moved closer to me, gently touching my arm as he took the strap of my rucksack and swung it effortlessly over his shoulder.

Was it me, or did his large warm hand linger a little too long on my body? I could feel my arm tingle as if my body knew before I did that something magical was happening.

He didn't move away. He stood behind me again, one hand holding the strap of the rucksack on his shoulder, the other hand reaching over my shoulder and landing on the wall in front of me, supporting himself. His breath touched the back of my neck, making me shiver. I imagined in that moment him enveloping me between those strong shoulders, feeling his breath all over my body.

The door opened and we entered. I was trembling. Trembling because of what had just happened, and also in anticipation of what could happen.

Now it was my turn to feel nervous. I didn't know who this guy was, but he was obviously famous, he probably owned some giant mansion somewhere in a tax haven, and now he had to sit in my little shitty studio apartment.

I mumbled something like "eh..just move those papers and take a seat, drop them anywhere."

The apartment was dark - as usual I had neglected to open the curtains. I quickly turned on the two lamps I possessed, then moved to the window and began to open them, suddenly his hand landed on top of mine and he said "I prefer it dark."

I couldn't speak, let alone turn around. His hand lingered on mine, then slowly moved downwards to my wrist. He grasped my wrist and swung me around to face him. Our eyes locked. Those intense, dark, brooding eyes. He smiled, then let my wrist go and bent his head, stepping away, embarrassed.

He began to move around my apartment, taking it in in the dim light cast by the lamps. He took off his cap and tousled his hair, his gaze landing on the many political posters I had precariously plastered on every available wall - all of my heroes were represented - Chomsky, Finkelstein, Reich, along with my favourite slogans "Tax the Rich" and "Capitalism is Voluntary".

He laughed.

"Your a Socialist?"

I didn't know how to take this. He was obviously famous, so obviously rich. If he was a political scientist, his views probably landed more to the right, I assumed. Most likely a talking head on Fox News and a Trumpian, at that.

"So what if I am?" I affronted.

All at once, his demeanor changed. He looked at me from across the room, a desire in his dark eyes that startled me. He began to peruse the many piles of books that scattered the floor of the apartment. He picked one up then sat down on the couch, thumbing through the heavily ear-marked and highlighted pages.

"Michael Albert is a hero of mine..." He was holding Parecon, my most cherished text.

I didn't think I could be more surprised by this man.

"You've read it? It's not on any degree-level reading list I know of..."

He lifted his arm and rested it on the back of the couch, tilted his head to the side, biting his lower lip. He moved his eyes from mine, to my mouth, to the curves and edges of my body, and didn't say a word.

I had never felt more vulnerable in my life.

He looked shy all of a sudden. He let my copy of Parecon fall to the seat, stood up and moved towards me.

"I...I'm a socialist too." He whispered. His voice had such an effect on me. It lulled me into a state of total desire.

He stood in front of me, his eyes filled with dark passion, but seemed unsure of himself.

"I...I'm a little..." He muddled, but never finished. His shoulders slumped, he looked away for a moment, his head lowered, defeated. Then, in a moment of hope, perhaps, looked into my eyes again, through the mass of black hair that had fallen over them.

I moved closer to him. The heat wasn't imagined.

His breath grew heavy. He pulled me into his arms, he bent his head and devoured by neck, ripping open my hoodie. I felt his hands moving down my back, edging me closer to him. I folded my arms around his neck after working my hands through his dark locks, our mouths saying everything we couldn't.

It happened right there on the floor, in between the piles of books in the dim lamp light, with Chomsky, Finkelstein and Reich watching over us.

Later, when he had left, I opened my laptop. I typed his name gingerly into the search engine. Maybe he made it all up to get an easy lay. Maybe he was another centrist cog in the machine. Who reads Parecon these days, anyway?

Maybe he had been lying.

He hadn't.

[callofthxvoid]

WHO: Marisol de la Luna and Jaiden Knightley

SUMMARY: Marisol and Jaiden get stuck in the library overnight.

"Mhm, we've locked up already," MARISOL said into the phone, idly twirling the cord around her finger as she listened to her dad on the other end. She hadn't meant for her and Jaiden to stay as late as they had, but they had lost track of time and by the time they realised it, the sun had already begun to set. At least her parents agreed that it was safer for them to stay the night at the library rather than try to make it home before it got dark. "Thanks, dad. I'll see you tomorrow. Love you."

Hanging up, she glanced over at Jaiden with a small smile before handing him the receiver. "Do you want to call Z and Knightley? Let them know that you're safe?"

JAIDEN had glanced around the office, having grabbed the pillows and blankets from a cabinet while Marisol called home. Glancing at her, his brow furrowed, hand reaching for the phone he rubbed his thumb over the side. "Um...suppose I should," he mumbled, there was a small part of him that wasn't sure if they even were thinking about him not being there. He rarely stayed at his apartment, and sure he told them when he did. They even seemed to keep track, making sure he had food when he did.

He felt his cheeks flush a bit when he called Zarina, Rina out loud, unsure what Marisol would think of it. "There's a rune in place and everything is locked," he confirmed, feeling his cheeks flush for a different reason, admitting they'd lost track of time. Vaguely he wonders if he's suppose to say the word love like Marisol had, but the word gets lodged in his throat. "I'm sorry for calling so late, I'll see you and Toby tomorrow. Goodnight," he finishes, he thinks she sounded relieved to hear from him but he's not sure if it's wishful thinking or not. Glancing back at Marisol he runs a hand through his hair, "I'm sorry I wasn't keeping better track of time."

After handing him the phone, MARISOL had taken over preparing Cal's office for their impromptu sleepover, laying the blankets down and arranging the pillows into a makeshift bed on the floor. It probably wouldn't be the most comfortable, but at least it would be a lot less anxiety-inducing than the last time she had been forced to spend the night in here. She pushed that thought to the back of her mind, instead focusing on the bits and pieces of conversation she could overhear from Jaiden's call, a small smile playing on her lips when she heard the names that he called them.

"It's okay, we both lost track of time," she replied with a shrug, sitting down amongst the pillows and shuffling over to give him enough space to join her. Up until now, she had been focused on the practicalities of the situation, but now that was all sorted out, it was quickly dawning on her that she was about to spend the whole night with the boy she had a massive crush on. Feeling her cheeks flush slightly, she tucked a few strands of hair behind her ear before looking back at him. "I guess it could be worse? I... You know... At least we get to spend more time together."

JAIDEN had been idly drumming his fingers against his legs. Still processing the phone call, still a bit unsure over the fact he now had people other than Dawson he regularly checked in with. Watching her, he took his shoes off and set them aside before joining her on the floor. Slowly he nodded, "I enjoy spending time with you," he admitted. He could feel the flush coming back to his cheeks, stretching his legs out, before glancing at her again. Tilting his head to the side, he felt a huff of a laugh slip out, "You know I'm not use to being eye level with you."

MARISOL felt a soft fluttering in her stomach when Jaiden joined her on the floor and she found herself brushing up against him. It wasn't like it was the first time they were close to each other, but something about knowing that this was where they would be staying for the night, where they would be sleeping, made it all feel that much more intimate. She had shuffled a little closer, tucking her legs under herself and leaning down to rest her head against his shoulder when his comment registered, and she jerked up to look at him. "Hey, it's not my fault that you're a giant," she quipped back, nudging him playfully with her shoulder and letting out a soft laugh. Looking up at him, she held his gaze as her face slowly inched closer to his, before she caught herself and quietly cleared her throat. "So… What do you wanna get up to? Think it's gonna be a few hours until we're tired enough to sleep."

JAIDEN had gotten use to the way she always seemed to brush up against him, anyone else and he'd have started getting tired of it. Though he hadn't with her, if anything he leaned into it, his previous talk with Rina and Toby running through his head. He felt a small smile form when she laughed and gave a small shrug, "I am not a giant, I'm only 6 inches above the national average and just made the cut off for NASA's height requirement." He's watching her curiously when her face is closer to his own, feels her breath against his skin and more than a bit surprised to find he feels disappointed when she moves back. Well that's new. Briefly he wishes he had note cards for this, reaching to take one of her hands in his, he idly rubbed the side of her hand with his thumb. "Well we are in a library, reading is always an option. Or using one of the computers," he mused out loud before catching her gaze. "Can I ask you a question?" He knows he should wait for her response but the question won't stop bouncing in his head, "When you kissed me on my birthday, was that meant to be platonic?"

MARISOL felt a blush creeping up on her cheeks when she thought about how close she had been to his face, how easy and natural it had felt to lean into him, and how comfortable she had gotten around him when she wasn't overthinking it. But then he reached for her hand and started rubbing her skin with his thumb and her brain short-circuited again. She blinked a few times, glancing down at their hands with her heart beating so fast that it felt like it might burst out of her chest, before looking back up at him. "Uhh," she started, trying to figure out how to answer that question without making it too confusing for him. Because it had been platonic. But it also hadn't been. "I meant it to be platonic at first. But I don't think it was." She found herself squeezing his hand a little tighter as she took a deep breath. "I… I really like you, Jaiden. I like you as more than a friend. But it's totally fine if you don't feel the same way." She smiled. "I enjoy having you in my life either way."

JAIDEN tilted his head, trying to process her explanation even if it did throw him off a bit. If he was honest he actually hasn't been sure how the question would be taken, if it just end up making things awkward for them both. He squeezed her hand back tapping his thumb against her hand. It was his turn to glance down at their hands, "I took it as platonic initially," he said, "But…I'm happy it wasn't." Glancing back at her, he licked his lips nervously, "I…I haven't done this before. I know I like you more than I have people I call my friends and that I don't like the idea of you acting the way you do with me with someone else," he admitted feeling a small flush on his cheeks form. "I struggle understanding other people's emotions let alone my own, but I'm more comfortable with you than I've been with other people," he paused trying to get his thoughts in order, "I'm worried that moving out from being platonic is going to end with you disappointed in me. I enjoy spending time with you and I don't want to lose that."

MARISOL had expected to feel a lot more anxious about admitting that she had feelings for him. When they had first met, it had almost seemed like an impossibility that she would ever have the courage to be upfront about it, but the confession had slipped out so easily as soon as Jaiden asked her the question directly. And it felt good, it felt liberating to be honest about it, even if the seconds until he responded felt like they went on for so long that she could practically hear her heart racing. "Yeah?" she asked, feeling a bright, giddy smiling tugging at her lips as she processed his words. He was happy that it wasn't platonic. He liked her too. "I haven't done this before either," she continued, slowly brushing her thumb across the back of his hand. "I'm happy that you're so comfortable with me. It's really important to me and I don't know if I want us to be more than friends if it means losing that. But I don't think it does." She shuffled a little closer and raised her other hand to cup his cheek. "I like you for you, Jaiden. I'm not expecting you to suddenly be someone else if you become my boyfriend. I don't want you to be someone else."

JAIDEN had been nervously drumming his free hand on his leg, a small part of him worried that he was over explaining himself or being unclear. More than a bit relieved when she was smiling at him, a small, sheepish grin forming on his face. The flush hadn't faded if anything he could feel his face heating up more. He'd once told Rina and Toby that he didn't understand why someone would spend time around someone who made them flustered, now he understood what they meant about it still being worth it. "I don't think so either," he agreed, he was caught off guard by her hand on his face. Flinching without thinking before bringing his free hand up to keep her hand on his face, leaning into her touch. "Well that's good, I'm 21, most of my personality is likely fairly set so doubtful I could become someone else, even if I wanted to," he said shrugging, though the smile on his face made it clear he was joking. Giving her hand another squeeze he met her gaze again, "Do you want me to be your boyfriend?" Licking his lips before adding, "I like hearing you say it."

MARISOL hadn't meant to startle him, offering him an immediate and apologetic smile and almost pulling her hand back before he stopped her, the flush on her cheeks deepening into a darker shade of pink when he leaned into her touch. His face felt warm in her hand, and she slowly brushed her thumb over his skin before letting out a soft, tinkling laughter at his joke. When he looked her in the eyes again, she felt her breath briefly catch in her throat as she dropped her gaze to his lips, the urge to kiss him both unmistakeable and impossible to ignore. Leaning in, she waited for some kind of confirmation that he was okay with it before pressing her lips to his in a quick but tender kiss. "I would like that a lot, yes," she confirmed after she pulled back, smiling at him as she nodded. "I want you to be my boyfriend."

JAIDEN was running his thumb in slow circles on the hand on his face, giving her a light squeeze when she smiled at him. When her eyes flicker down, he has a fairly good idea what she's thinking. It's not the first time he's kissed someone, but it is the first time he's actually wanted to kiss them back. He'd done the barest of nods when she leaned forward, closing his eyes and kissing her back. All things considered he's still a little surprised when confirmed she did want to date him. Can feel the smile on his face, "Yay," he mumbled, his own chuckle slipping out, "Ok, then I'm your boyfriend." Briefly the thought of Rina and Toby, and how they handled things flashed in his head. "Did you want to be public about this?" Pausing to think things over, he hates attention, but attention from this he wouldn't mind he thinks. "We might end up in the gossip column again, but I don't particularly care about things like that. And the idea of you telling people I'm your boyfriend makes me happy."

"Yay," MARISOL replied softly, her smile growing wider and wider for every second that passed. After a moment of looking at him with a bright, giddy expression on her face, she leaned forward to press another kiss to his lips, a little longer and a little fiercer, as if unable to contain her excitement. It was only through sheer force of will and the fact that she was sitting right next to him that she didn't squeal in delight once she pulled back again. "You're my boyfriend. And I'm your girlfriend." She kept looking at him with unabashed affection, hesitating for a moment before shifting to climb into his lap, wrapping her arms loosely around his neck as she settled on top of him. "Yes," she said quickly, almost cutting him off before chuckling lightly and letting him finish his sentence. "I feel the same way. I don't really care about the gossip column. And I want to tell people that you're my boyfriend. And I want you to tell people that I'm your girlfriend."

JAIDEN grunted when she kissed him again, a huff of laugh slipping out when she pulled back. There was a buzzing in his chest, a mixture of nerves and excitement at her infectious energy. He visibly brightened at the confirmation of their new labels, eyes widening when she moved into his lap. Moving his hands to settle on her waist, thumbs moving in small circles to rid himself of some of his nervous energy at just how much closer she was now. The thought he'd seen this before somewhere. "I can do that," he mumbled, he brought one hand up to brush some of her hair behind her ear, fingers brushing against her cheek before settling back on her waist. Tilting his head in thought, "By people do you mean ones I actually know or should I also be informing strangers?" He managed to keep the usual blank face he had before his lips quirked up into a teasing smile. "There's at least three people who I'll tell tomorrow that you're my girlfriend now," he said, he hesitated before leaning forward and pressing his lips against hers.

MARISOL wasn't entirely sure what had come over her when she climbed into his lap, nor did she know how long this newfound confidence would last; but she knew that being with him made her happy, and knowing he wanted to be with her too made her feel braver and bolder. With a small smile, she leaned into his touch when he raised his hand to brush her hair from her face, shaking her head to herself at his joke before leaning forward to rest her forehead against his, closing her eyes as she kissed him back. "You can tell strangers if you want to," she teased back, whispering the words against his lips before kissing him again. "There's, uhh… More than three people I'm going to tell about you tomorrow. But tonight I just want to be with you."