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Out of This World

A/N: This is my contribution to the @dieterbravobrainrotclub May server challenge. Was it supposed to be a 1k word drabble? Yes. Did I intend to keep it at that length? Truly, I did. Did I absolutely play myself like a fucking fiddle? Again, yes. Am I sorry? Fuck no, I am not. This story single-handedly pulled me out of a month-long slump, so I was not about to clip it's wings. I had a flippin' blast writing this one, and I hope you will have a flippin' blast reading it!

Prompt: Meet Cute + "Do you believe in aliens?"

Warnings: a bunch of F bombs and other swears if anyone cares about that, mentions of past drug use and addiction but nothing current or detailed, Dieter's wild finger-combed curls

Word Count: 5.7k

Fun Fact: The Rancho Mirage Observatory is a real place, linked with the city's library, which means that it is open to the public. How frickin' cool is that? Learn more here.

I can’t believe this is happening.

Fifteen years ago, if someone would have told you that double majoring in physics and engineering would eventually lead to you sharing a scene with an Oscar winning actor in a big budget Hollywood film, you would have laughed directly in their face.

Which was pretty much what you did when Sharon, the executive director at the Rancho Mirage Observatory where you worked, told you that the facility was going to be used as a filming location for an upcoming summer blockbuster.

“Sure, Sharon,” you smirked and playfully rolled your eyes without looking away from your computer. “And we’re all gonna be big stars, right?”

Sharon had a proclivity for puns. Cheesy, obvious, predictable puns, at that, but it was sort of endearing. You were certain that the “news” she was sharing was just a set up for wordplay that you could see coming from lightyears away. Sharon’s puns were rubbing off on you just a little.

You, though, as scientists sometimes are when testing theories, were wrong.

“Well, no, not all of us,” Sharon responded, a somewhat mischievous grin on her face. “Just you.”

That got your full attention, your eyes going satellite- wide as you snapped your head up to look at your boss. “What?”

She went on to explain that the casting director for the film - a sci-fi thriller called The Goldilocks Zone - preferred to cast actual professionals for small parts when applicable. Doing so meant that there was far less of a chance of an actor fumbling technical jargon or performing a job-specific task incorrectly, meaning that there was less of a chance that something that didn’t make sense would make the final cut. Like an astronomer adjusting the telescope lens the wrong way, for example.

Right away, you thought of every medical drama you’d ever watched with your mom. She’d been an x-ray technician for thirty years, and she always noticed when an actor on screen was looking at a diagnostic image backwards or had hung a film upside down on the lightboard. It happened often. Like, once an episode, often.

From that perspective, what this casting director was doing was smart.

But from the perspective of you not having a lick of acting experience, you weren’t sure it was the best call.

When you pointed that out, it was Sharon’s turn to roll her eyes. “Please,” she said with a wave of her hand. “You basically put on a live one-woman show every time you lead a tour or host a stargazing night. And you answer the most out there questions imaginable from kids without missing a beat. You can absolutely handle a few scripted lines about your area of expertise. Unless, I mean…” She shook her head and dropped the borderline giddy excitement. “If you don’t want to do it you obviously don’t have to. It’s entirely up to you.”

You stared at her over the top of your computer screen, face frozen in an expression of utter shock. After a few seconds had passed and you realized you hadn’t said anything, you blinked and cleared your throat. “Um… Can I think about it? And do you know like, what I’d have to do or say or…” You trailed off, circling your wrist in a so on and so forth gesture.

Sharon nodded. “Of course! The casting director just needs to know by Friday whether you’re in or if he needs to start reaching out to other astronomers in the area. He sent me some notes about the scene you’d be in. I’ll forward them to you so you can look ‘em over.” She spoke your name then, your eyebrows raising in response. “For what it’s worth, I think you should do it.” She smiled, wrinkling her nose. “It’s not everyday someone offers you a shot to showcase the thing you’re most passionate about in front of so many people.”

You’d opened her email as soon as she got back to her office to send it, and when you saw the name of the lead actor in the brief scene description, you nearly fell out of your chair.

Dieter Bravo.

Dieter fucking Bravo.

You had to read it three times before the rest of the information sunk in.

The scene you were being tapped for was one of the opening ones of the movie. In it, Dieter’s character, Thiago, is trying to connect with his on screen love interest’s space-obsessed kid, Jae, by bringing them to the observatory for a tour. The purpose of the scene is to drop hints at the movie’s main plot without diving straight into the action, as well as to establish the nature of the relationship between Thiago and Jae - which, from the sound of it, is the classic “this guy isn’t good enough for my mom” to “actually he’s not that bad” to “he risked his life to save mine and now he’s my family” pipeline. It involves both actors asking you questions during the Q&A portion of your scripted tour, and the whole scene is scheduled to be shot in two days, with two additional days blocked off for B-roll footage and wide shots.

It seemed simple enough. As long as you could get over the fact that you’d be working with Dieter fucking Bravo. You let Sharon know that you were in on Wednesday of that week, two days before the director’s deadline.

And then three months went by, the buzz of excitement growing around the observatory as the filming dates grew closer, but there was still plenty of work to keep you busy in the meantime.

But now you’re standing in front of the RMO with Sharon, watching as trailers and trucks carting everything from costumes to cameras roll into the small parking lot. It seems like an overwhelming amount of equipment and personnel for just a few days, but then again you have no idea of what is necessary to pull off a production like this one.

Guess I’m about to find out.

“This is so friggin’ exciting!” Sharon checks her name badge for the sixth time in half as many minutes, making sure it’s on straight. She’s beaming but trying not to explode, and you can’t help but smile. Because, yeah. It’s really friggin’ exciting.

“I truly can’t believe this is happening, Shar.” You let out a nervous laugh and shake your head slowly as two black SUVs pull in behind where the trailers have finished setting up. “This is batshit.”

Before Sharon can click her tongue over your choice of vocabulary, the latest arrivals emerge from their vehicles. From one comes a young actor you’ve seen in several TV shows, their face instantly lighting up at the sight of the observatory’s twin domes set against the backdrop of the hills. They turn excitedly to the two women who arrived with them - one you can tell is the kid’s mom, the other you assume is a tutor since filming is taking place during the school year - and when they turn back towards the building, their smile has nearly tripled in width and brightness, and you wonder if they don’t share the same enthusiasm for all things space-related that the character they’re portraying has.

If so, this has got to be a dream role. Hell, they’re what, thirteen? It’s a dream role regardless.

The trio make their way up to where you and Sharon are waiting to greet them, and hands are shaken and names exchanged - River Harmon, playing Jae and confirming your suspicion about their love of science and the stars, Marla Harmon, River’s mom who is just as eager to get inside and have a look around, and Addison Wright, River’s tutor , who reminds everyone that three hours need to be set aside each day for schoolwork. You chat for a few minutes, just small talk about the weather - hot and sunny before the clock has even hit 9 am - and River mentions the In-And-Out Burger that they passed on the way in, which you tell them is your favorite guilty pleasure in the area.

You’re all laughing at some ridiculous pun Sharon makes regarding the term “animal style” when two more people make their way up the path. You suck in a breath and feel your stomach flip when you register Dieter standing only a few feet from you, accompanied by a petite woman carrying what appears to be a toolbox but upon closer inspection you realize is actually a bag full of hair products and grooming tools. Which makes sense - those wild and wavy curls definitely don’t tame themselves, and from the looks of it, Dieter’s go-to grooming method is just to rake his fingers through his hair.

Not that that’s not working for him, honestly. Fuck.

You let your eyes wash over the man in front of you for a second before the introductions are made. He’s wearing loose-fitting light green linen pants that are tied with a drawstring at the waist, paired with a peachy orange tie-dye tee and a white short sleeved button down left open. You can easily see his two signature triangular tattoos, as well as a few hemp and thread bracelets around his wrist and several chunky rings adorning his hands. Despite the fact that summer has yet to officially start, his skin glows a sunkissed bronze hue like he’s been laying on a beach for weeks. To say he looks good is a friggin’ understatement, in Sharon’s words.

In your own, he looks fucking incredible. A far cry from the tabloid shots that came out a few years ago, paparazzi taking terrible advantage of the fact that Dieter’s struggles with addiction were threatening his health and appearance. He looks healthier and happier than you ever remember seeing him look in interviews or on red carpets, and despite the fact that he’s still for all intents and purposes a stranger to you, you feel a sudden swell of happiness for him for working through those difficult times.

He doesn’t remain a stranger for long, though.

Plucking one wired earbud from his right ear, he winds the cord up and shoves it into his pocket with his phone, and then steps up next to River, his full attention on you as he slides the sunglasses he’s wearing up to sit on top of his head amidst the finger-combed curls.

“Hi,” he says in a manner that seems far too casual when paired with the way his deep brown eyes cut right into your own. He gives you a lopsided smile and extends one bear-paw sized hand, and then he speaks your name, which catches you off guard since you haven’t given it to him yet. “I’ve seen some of the videos of your programs on YouTube,” he says as an explanation to why someone as vastly well-known as he is would know anything about you before you’d even spoken a word. “I’m Dieter.”

You certainly are.

He chuckles and so does River and you can feel Sharon’s second-hand embarrassment as you realize that you just said that out loud. Oh, fuck. “I mean,” you let out a huff of laughter as you wince at yourself. “It’s great to meet you, Dieter.” You meet his waiting palm with yours, his skin warm as his fingers wrap around it and give a light squeeze. “We’re all very excited to have you both -” You look pointedly at River, who smiles widely. “- here at the Rancho Mirage Observatory.”

“Not as excited as we are to be here,” River pipes up, elbowing the man playing their on screen step-dad. “Right Dieter?”

Dieter looks beyond you at the impressive building housing the massive telescope, and you’re struck by the look of awe on his face. “Yeah,” he states, nodding. “Sure beats the hell out of a sound stage.”

River rolls their eyes and shoots you a look that’s brimming with adolescent snark as they throw a thumb in Dieter’s direction. “Don’t let him downplay it. He’s been going on and on about shooting at this place since we got the greenlight to come here. He’s more stoked than I am, and that’s saying something.”

You’re not sure, it could just be the sun, but you think you catch a hint of color climbing his cheeks as Dieter spins one of his rings around his finger. “Yeah, well…” He shrugs, expression returning to neutral. “I’ve always had a thing for space.”

River nods sagely up at him. “Because you’re from Pluto. Right. I get it.”

That makes everyone laugh, even Dieter, who pulls River into a joke headlock and ruffles their hair, yanking their hood up over their head for good measure. “Earthlings these days,” he mutters to you, making the same thumb gesture at River that they used at him. “Can’t take ‘em anywhere.”

You laugh, and you’re surprised at just how easily it comes in the presence of one of the most in demand actors on this or any planet. “Ah, don’t worry. We get lots of Earthlings here.” You shoot River a wink as Dieter finally lets go of their hood, and then you look back up at him. “We know how to handle their kind.”

“Good, because I have nooooo idea.” He raises his eyebrows and swings his hands out to the sides and you’re not sure why you thought you knew what he would be like before you met him, but he’s smashing your expectations with how real he seems.And how different he is from the man depicted in the tabloids.

Before you have a chance to respond, a man holding a clipboard and wearing a headset comes bustling over to remind Sharon about the schedule - A quick tour of the facility for the actors and crew, then time for the crew to get set while River completes their schoolwork for the day, hair and makeup for the actors, which you’re reminded includes you, and then filming - and you’re grateful for the PA whirlwind, because it gives you a chance to process the way being two feet away from Dieter’s smile is making your stomach flip.

Get your shit together, this is work… Just work, with an insanely attractive actor who keeps smiling like that when the cameras aren’t even rolling yet. I cannot fucking believe this is happening right now.

Thankfully you’re able to keep your inner monologue where it belongs this time, your thoughts only interrupted by the sound of Sharon clearing her throat and saying your name. “Shall we take the stars to space?”

Oh, Sharon, you really can’t help yourself, can you?

You nod once, grinning. “Absolutely.” You’re still extraordinarily nervous about being in front of the camera. But this part? Showing earnestly interested guests around the observatory and sharing the wonders of science and space? This part you are entirely confident about. Beckoning with one arm, you cock your head toward the door. “Right this way.”

– – –

Dieter can’t remember the last time he was this excited to be on location for a job.

Partially because it had been a long time since his dramatic roles intersected with his personal interests, and partially because there was a time period of about five years - with the Cliff Beasts debacle coming at the tail end - where remembering anything at all was almost as big a challenge as was finding enjoyment anywhere. The triple threat of cocaine addiction, isolation and depression was a hell of a hole to dig himself out of. If six feet is the depth of a grave, he was basically five and a half feet down.

Crazy how a brush with mortality paired with the realization that his life was still worth saving can make a person want to claw their way back to the surface. And even though things with Anika hadn’t worked out long term, not a day goes by that Dieter doesn’t acknowledge that there was no way he was climbing those five and a half feet without her help. The fact that they remain friends is constant reinforcement that his worth goes well beyond his work on the screen or his talents in the bedroom or the number of zeros in his bank account. He provides her with nothing but his friendship. Nothing but himself, and it’s shown him that just himself is good enough.

He’s even been invited to her upcoming wedding, and he has every intention of going. But that’s not for a few months still. Luckily the date is sandwiched between the end of filming for The Goldilocks Zone and the film’s premier. And with this being the only project he’s working on currently, he’s able to focus entirely on the film and then entirely on his personal life.

First though, he’s going to focus entirely on this tour. For three reasons: One being that like he told you, he’s always had an interest in the great unknown vastness of space. The second, that he always tries to immerse himself in the world of the characters he portrays. And the last? The instant interest he’s taken in you.

She’s fucking incredible.

He’s already familiar with you from the videos that the RMO posted to their YouTube account. As soon as he heard that you’d agreed to take the small role, Dieter watched every single one of them, completely enthralled. Your enthusiasm was so tangibly genuine, your knowledge of astrophysics so deeply complex and your ability to explain things in ways that anyone could understand unmatched. He watched your presentation on Kepler-22b four times for crying out loud, and not because he needed that many times to absorb and digest the information. He’d watched and rewatched because it was simply that enjoyable. You made it that enjoyable.

It didn’t hurt at all that he also happened to find you stunning.

The five and a half feet down version of him would have tried to make a move on you before you’d even finished the tour. Hell, before you’d even started it. And though there was still a part of him that was screaming with how badly he wanted to drag you off into the domed viewing room and fuck you until you were the one seeing stars, an even bigger part was steering him in a different direction - one where he actually got to know you.

Not just the you that was “on” for a presentation. Not just the you that engaged with River as they asked a thousand questions about the telescope and it’s range. Not just the you that worked at the RMO. From the moment he saw you standing there, from the moment his hand closed around yours and your smile widened so that it reached your eyes, Dieter found himself wanting to know the you that lay beneath your work.

And then maybe the you that lay beneath your clothes. But that was secondary. A close secondary, sure, but secondary nonetheless.

I wanna know more about her.

That’s why when the tour ends and River reluctantly heads off with their mom and Addison, Dieter doesn’t retreat to his trailer like he normally would when he has downtime on set. Kylie, his stylist, does head back so she can call home and check on her wife and kids, and Sharon, flits off to her office. But you remain in the large circular room watching with interest as the crew starts rigging up the lighting and blocking off marks for the actors with different colored tape, giving him the perfect opportunity to start on that mission.

“So, you ready for your silver screen debut?” You must have assumed that he’d gone with the rest of the group, because when he speaks, you spin to face him with a look of surprise on your face that only makes you more attractive to him. Dieter laughs, the sound a gentle one without ridicule, lifting his hands with his palms facing you. “Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you.”

You laugh at yourself, too, closing your eyes and giving a small shake of your head. “No, it’s okay, I’m just…” Another huff of almost incredulous laughter comes from your lips as you open your eyes and look straight at him. “Having a bit of a ‘pinch me’ moment, here.”

You walk down the few steps from the base of the telescope to join him on the main level, the railing cordoning off the enormous piece of equipment between you. Dieter leans against it from his side and you do the same from yours. “Hey, I get it. I felt the same way the first time I was on set.”

Narrowing your eyes and tilting your head, you respond with, “I think it was a little different for you, Dieter. This-” You gesture to the crew spilling in and filling up the perimeter of the room. “-isn’t exactly my wheelhouse.”

He wants to reassure you that you’re going to do more than fine, but he’s caught up on the way his name sounds in your voice. Part of his brain jettisons off to thoughts of what it would sound like in a very different scenario. But that’s not the him in the here and now, so he clears his throat and his mind all at once.

“Nah,” he says, bringing one hand up to scratch at his chin. “My first role had me literally shaking in my shoes. I was a little older than River. That kid is gonna be a fuckin’ star if they keep the mindset they have now, that’s for sure.” You nod, because it’s clear to anyone with eyes that the kid has their head on straight and an excellent support system to help them navigate the industry. “But me? I was a basketcase. So nervous, even though it was my dream.” He sighs. “Still get nervous sometimes.”

That makes you widen your eyes in surprise. “Really? Mr. two-time Oscar winner gets the jitters before starting a new role?”

“Oh yeah.” Dieter groans, shaking his head and looking down. When he lifts his chin again he finds you waiting, his own smile stretching out across his lips. “Imposter syndrome comes for us all. That bastard.”

That pulls a laugh from the center of your chest and his first thought is how do I make that happen again? “It is a bastard, isn’t it?” You hum and Dieter nods. “Well that makes me feel a little better.”

“Good.” He stands up straight, keeping both hands planted on the rail, and you do that same. “For what it’s worth, I think you’re gonna be great.”

You suck in a small breath that he might have missed if he wasn’t so keyed into your every move. “Thanks, Dieter.”

“Of course.” He taps his fingers on the railing, one of his rings clanging against the metal. “So, can I ask you a question?”

You raise your arms to your sides, elbows bent and fingers spread. “That’s quite literally what I’m here for.” Looking over your shoulder, you gesture towards the telescope. “If it’s about this beauty right here, I can-”

“No, it’s…” Dieter’s tongue slips out to wet his lips, warmth splashing through his chest at the way your eyes track its movement. “Not about the telescope. Though I definitely wouldn’t say no if you were just about to offer me a chance to look through it?”

You chuckle. “I think that can be arranged, though it’ll have to wait until all these lights are gone. Or at least off. And it would have to be after dark for the best views.”

“Seriously?” His excitement over the prospect of getting a peek into the cosmos briefly overtakes his desire to ask the question on his mind. You confirm that it would be no big deal and he takes you up on it without hesitation. “Done. Tonight?”

You take your lower lip between your teeth for a split second and he struggles not to stare. “Sure.”

That would be…

“Amazing.” He smiles and runs a hand through his hair. Suddenly his belly fills with the flap of a thousand monarch wings like he hasn’t felt in over a decade. It’s unusual, but refreshing, and he finds that he kind of likes it.

I can’t get ahead of myself, though.

Clearing your throat, you tap your fingers against the railing. “But, um, if that wasn’t your question -” You shrug one shoulder. “What is?”

Kylie comes through the door at that exact moment, calling Dieter’s name before he can answer. “Dieter? You in he- Oh. There you are.” She glances at you, and then back at him, her sharp green eyes measuring and analyzing the small amount of space between the two of you, and he sees her do her best to keep a knowing grin erupt. It doesn’t, and Dieter shoots her a look of gratitude which he knows she catches. “Sorry, but Tyler decided that we should do some promo stills while we’re here, and he wants to make use of River’s school time, so that means you need to get to hair and makeup earlier than planned. Like, now, earlier.” She adds that last part with a roll of her eyes.

Dieter sighs. “Alright, Ky, I’ll meet you there in a minute.”

She nods and turns to leave, sidestepping the sound engineer who is bringing in his equipment to get set up, and Dieter faces you. “Raincheck on that question?”

You laugh. “Yeah. No problem. Ask me tonight.”

“Oh, I will,” Dieter promises with a wink. “See you on set.”

– – –

Your face hurts from smiling by the time Tyler, the director, calls a wrap on the day.

For as nervous as you were going into your first - and likely only - acting endeavor, you end up having a fucking blast. And you know that it has a lot to do with Dieter and River being completely amazing to work with. They’re both somehow absolute professionals and class clowns, deliberately making each other laugh or flub lines a few times, but also delivering serious and convincing performances that you’re sure Tyler will have no problem selecting from. You only end up fumbling your words once, and it’s only because you’re trying to hold in a sneeze, which ultimately wins out as sneezes do. But you take Sharon’s advice and treat this like you would any other tour or presentation you’ve ever given, and since the scripted questions that Dieter and River’s characters - along with one or two of the extras in their on screen tour group - ask are right in line with the ones that you get all the time, the answers roll off your tongue easily.

“I told you you were nervous for nothing,” Sharon says, nudging you with her elbow as the crew starts to clear out. They leave the equipment where it is since they’ll be shooting again tomorrow, but one by one the room starts to clear, everyone heading to the hotel that production has booked a few miles down the highway.

You click your tongue and roll your eyes, the smile still stuck on your lips. “You did say that, didn’t you?”

Sharon laughs. “I did. Hey, you want to get dinner or something to celebrate? My treat. Kevin’s home all week so he’s got the kids and I wouldn’t mind a night out.”

Shit, I forgot to tell her about Dieter.

“Um…” You lick your lips and return a wave to the last crew member who heads out into the main foyer. “Actually, Shar, Dieter asked if I would let him take a swing at stargazing, and I said yes. So… I mean, as long as you’re okay with it?”

If she was beaming before she’s glowing now. “Say no more! Absolutely! You’ll lock up when you’re done?” You confirm that you will and she nods once. “Great. I’ll see if Margo from the library side is free. She’s always fun.” She shoots you a mischievous glance akin to the one she gave you when she first told you about the filming opportunity. “You have fun.”

You try to tell her it’s not like it’s a date, he’s just genuinely curious and interested. That it’s just better for someone like him to do these sorts of things one on one because otherwise people won’t let him enjoy it. But all she does is hum an “Uh huh,” while she’s halfway out the door.

And you’re left to wonder if you’re right.

But you aren’t left wondering for too long, because only minutes after Sharon leaves, Dieter, looking exactly as he did when you met him earlier that day, strolls into the room.

– – –

You tell him that it will take you a few minutes to get everything set up. “Hope you don’t mind,” you add, as you start the process.

“Mind?” He blows out a puff of air and watches your every move. “This is awesome.”

As if to punctuate his point, the domed ceiling begins to open at that exact moment, the two sides sliding apart to reveal the night sky beyond. He tilts his head back as far as it goes to take in the sea of twinkling stars. Even without the magnifying power of the telescope, it’s a hell of a view.

“If you think that’s awesome…” You begin adjusting the viewing lens, a small, smiling sound coming from you as you look through it. “Just wait until you get a load of…” You turn a knob, clarifying the view. “This.”

You beckon him with one hand and he nearly trips over his feet to get there fast enough. He steps up next to you, closer than he was when the railing was between you, and that mass of butterfly wings goes fluttering through him again. And fuck if it doesn’t feel great. You move away from the scope but stay close as he bends down to take your place. “What am I looking at- Oh, shit!”

In his field of vision floats a swirling, purplish looking galaxy with a similar shape to the Milky Way. For all the things he’s seen and places he’s traveled and experiences - both bad and good - that he’s had, this takes the cake and the cookies and the ice cream, too. It leaves him speechless and breathless and fills him with an emotion he doesn’t know how to name.

And she gave this to me.

You give him a few seconds to absorb it in silence, and then your voice fills his ear, his eye still pressed to the lens. “That is NGC 3031, AKA Messier 81, AKA Bode’s Galaxy.”

You explain that the different names for it come from the three different times it was discovered and reclassified. You tell him how far away it is - approximately 11.8 million light years away from Earth - and that it can be found tucked into the constellation Ursa Major. And then you tell him it’s your favorite galaxy to show people, because it’s the clearest one that the RMO telescope can view.

“Can you believe that it was first discovered in the 1700s?”

He still doesn’t look away, answering you from his bent position. “I can’t believe I’m seeing it now in 20-fucking-24.”

That pulls a laugh from you and he finally looks up, wanting to see the way that laugh changes your eyes. Tugs at your lips. Pushes your cheeks up.

Beautiful.

You sigh. “Yeah, it is, isn’t it?”

He hadn’t meant to speak that thought out loud but you think he’s talking about the galaxy so he lets it slide. “Gorgeous,” he confirms, about you and the view you’ve shown him. “Anything else you can show me?”

That laugh he’s starting to crave slips out again as you answer. “Yeah, Dieter, I’ve got a few more tricks up my sleeve, hang on.” You motion for him to step aside so you can reposition the scope. As you’re doing that, you bring up your conversation from earlier.

“Hey, um, what was that question you wanted to ask me?” You shake your head, still making your adjustments.

“Oh, it’s just…” He shrugs even though you’re not looking at him. “Something I ask people sometimes when I meet them. Kind of like an ice breaker I guess?”

You step back and let him take another look - this time a gaseous nebula in hues of gold and green - giving him some time to soak it in before expecting him to continue.

“I uh - fuck, this is cool! I…” He looks up briefly, finding your face. “Do you believe in aliens?”

It’s clearly not what you were expecting him to ask based on the expression you wear, but much to his delight this time, you don’t laugh. “I do.”

His heart flips like a gold medalist at the admission. Smart, sexy, and believes in aliens, holy shit. “You do?”

You nod. “Yeah, I do.” Shrugging, you go on, stepping in to readjust the scope again. “Everything I’ve studied or seen suggests that the universe is far too big for us to ever really understand. And we already know that there are planets that theoretically could support life.” You gesture for him to look again, this time it’s the stormy, reddish orange patterns of Jupiter. “And as special as Earth is, I just don’t believe we’re so special that we’re the only ones out there. I mean, that’s what the movie is about, right?”

“Yeah. Well, it’s about aliens looking for other habitable planets and finding Earth, so sort of the reverse of what NASA and whoever are doing. But… Yeah.”

You smile. “So, do you?”

“Believe in aliens?” He leans back against the railing. “Yeah.” He smiles. “Same reason as you. We’re not that special.” She is, though. She’s out of this fucking world special.

You hum. “Cool. Good to know we agree.”

“Yeah,” Dieter takes a breath, filling his chest and letting the dizzy happiness you’ve given him take over. “This might be a long shot, I know it’s getting kind of late, but… Do you want to go get dinner or something?”

You press your lips together like you’re trying to suppress a smile. It doesn’t work, and it’s the best sight he’s seen all night. “Okay.” You start shutting things down, pressing the button that closes the ceiling and shuts the sky away. “How do you feel about In-And-Out? I’ve been craving it since River brought it up and-”

This woman is what dreams are fucking made of.

Thankfully - at least for now - he keeps that part in his head.

“I feel like you just read my mind. Let’s go.”

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His Lighthouse: Good Intentions (LedgerJoker x f!reader)

Good Intentions

series summary:

Y/n is an aspiring writer living in Gotham City and struggling to find her next muse. Her recent novel is getting all the buzz, earning her far more attention than she signed up for. But when a chance encounter results in her nursing The Joker back to health, will she find the time to write another best seller or will her own story become front page of the Gotham Gazette?

chapter summary:

Yall know the drill by now. Chaos will update this part later 👀

author's note:

THANK YOU ALL FOR YOUR PATIENCE! Holy bananas! This chapter is four five months in the making! I know it'll take you just a few minutes to read it but keep that in mind loves! Chaos slaved over this chapter because life gave me a wedgie at every flippin turn! Joker was getting on my nerves not cooperating with the dialogue then I had a HUGE plot hole that needed to be filled and I bet everyone is wondering-

When will Joker give Y/n a night she'll never forget? Not in this chapter I'm afraid! I tried to add it in but it didn't flow well so stay tuned loves! Things are gonna be happening very quickly very soon. I'm so excited!

Let me know if you wish to be added to the official His Lighthouse taglist! Be alerted with any oneshots and the main story updates! 🖤✨

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The dawn was bright and a touch cruel for waking you up in such a manner. Its persistent glare left you no chance of falling back asleep. You blinked back the last dregs of your slumber and finally became aware of your surroundings.

The first thing you noticed was Joker lying beside you, gazing at you fondly. Anything else besides him simply ceased to exist.

Joker was devoid of any greasepaint, allowing you full access to his handsome face, scars and all. How dare he hide this from you? Joker didn’t think himself attractive, but the dusting of freckles along his nose amplified his beauty in your opinion. You began the tedious task of counting them one by one as he spoke.

“My Bunny is finally awake.” He cupped your cheek, his touch warm and familiar— and bestowed you a kiss before reeling back and bopping you on the nose. You jumped slightly at the random action. You would never understand Joker’s fascination with your nose.

You swatted him away to sit up further in bed. The surface itself gave you pause.

The last thing you remembered was lying in the back of the SUV with Joker on the side of some Blüdhaven road. Not the best locale for sex but Joker made it memorable. “Where are we?” You asked.

Joker snorted, “Why don’t ya look for yourself?” His eyes were like a hawk watching you glance around the room.

Floor to ceiling windows overlooking the bustling streets of Gotham took up one wall. Back inside, two chairs and a couch in shades of sage and grey, sat before an electric fireplace, and a framed piece of fanart from your book series hung above it. The bathroom door was cracked open, and you could barely see the clawfoot feet of your tub peeking out from around the corner.

You were in your guest bedroom. You were home.

Not that you weren’t grateful, but you were still at a loss on the technicalities.

“How did we get here?” You moved the covers back and noticed you were naked. “And where are my clothes?!” You shouted.

Joker laughed at you scrambling to cover yourself.

He didn’t see the point since he already had the pleasure of worshipping your body thoroughly. He had your body memorized and could navigate to the tiniest of scars with his eyes closed. Joker secretly enjoyed his Bunny acting all shy so he didn’t pull the sheet away from you.

“Uhhh clothes? There ah.. somewhere. You didn’t need them.” Joker scoffed.

You wished that Joker was cracking a joke. Granted that Blüdhaven wasn’t that far from Gotham City, you were still worried about optics. Cindy would kill you if any nsfw photos were leaked to the media.

As if you needed more attention after your tabloid cover story with J was still circulating. You wanted to lay the secret lover rumors to rest not add more fuel to the fire.

The morning sun flooded the room with its warm light and it illuminated your e/c eyes, effectively blinding your vision. “Joker please tell me you didn’t drive us back to Gotham with me naked in the passenger seat. What if someone saw?”

You quirked an eyebrow at your distracted lover. J was looking at you, his mind however, was miles away in Metropolis.

He was drawn in by your gorgeous eyes alit by the sun. Every day he questioned how he became so lucky to have your love. Someone so beautiful, so kind as you giving him the light of day? He was rendered speechless every time.

“J?” you shielded your eyes from the sunlight, thus snapping him out of his daze. “Are you listening?” You asked.

Joker blinked out of his fog to answer.

“Ahem. I uh I’m the only one admiring the view, doll. The windows are tinted. Re-mem-ber?” Joker sang. Hopefully you didn’t catch his genuine stutter.

You didn’t. “Oh right. Well at least we’re back in Gotham. Haven was irking my nerves.”

“YuP. Some errr.. trip that was.” Joker noted as his hand hovered over your own. You nodded at his silent request. He began playing with your fingers one after another. You watched him, lost in thought. Neither of you knew how to address the elephant in the room.

Joker was tracing the lines etched on your palm when he eventually caved in. “Your mom called.”

“Huh?”

J picked up the panic laced in your voice, “Calm down Bun. I didn’t talk to her.”

He launched into the explanation as he mapped out the lines of your hand. “She left a uhh, voicemail. Your dad and uncle were dropped off, safe n sound, along with your cousin�� albeit with heh.. bruised egos. See? Perfectly fine! Funny how life workss.” You winced as his long fingernail traced your lifeline.

Intentional or not, it jogged your memory from last night and made you sigh in relief. “That’s good to hear. I’m glad they’re okay.”

“You didn’t believe me?”

You detangled your hand from Joker’s. It’s not that you didn’t believe him— he just made it hard to at the time. You couldn’t ignore what you saw. Joker shot your father and uncle at point blank range.

You knew the kind of man Joker was. He killed without remorse and did it for fun. If he didn’t physically prove that the bullets were rubber, how were you to trust his word?

“I.. Yes, I believe you, but please try to see it from my point of view! Y-You scared me last night. I mean, after you shot your own goon in front of me just a few days prior. How am I supposed to know what bullets you used? What if you mixed them up or something. I-I just.”

You choked on your emotions and began curling in on yourself, if Joker didn’t stop the motion in its tracks. “Oh Bun none of that.” He turned you around to face him.

You didn’t see him grimace at the fresh tears pooling in the corner of your eyes, but he brushed them away all the same. The gentle care he used made you look up into his troubled green eyes. Since when was Joker the affectionate type?

“I never want you scared of me, doll. You should’ve never seen that err.. hic-cup at Bicchieri’s. It’s my fault for underestimating that a-nnoooying rat in my organization n' putting—”

“What rat?” You echoed.

Joker blinked twice as if he didn’t mean to share that bit of information with you. You saw the wheels turning in his head, desperate to backtrack that statement.

“Ahh nothing to worry that pretty little head of yours!” He said with a smile but it was too late. His Light was a curious person by nature, and all it took was you stressing his name for him to groan in defeat. “Fiiiiine.”

Up till now, Joker had done a great job at keeping you in the dark. He kept his lifestyle separate from yours to keep you safe but as of late, someone was making it their personal mission to change that and remove you from the picture.

Joker remembered how shaken up you were after Two Face shot up your charity gala and then when he later abducted you from your apartment. The former District attorney was tame compared to the more dangerous threat this mole was creating.

Joker exhausted almost every asset he had to wring out the traitor, all to no avail. Whoever was causing this high security breech was smart and resourceful.

Joker thought traveling to your hometown would help narrow down his search, but it only led to more questions than answers. Keeping you naïve was no longer possible. He just hoped this latest news didn’t scare you away for good.

You knew it was serious when Joker used your real name. He instantly had your undivided attention with a single word.

J sighed, “You remember that manila folder ya found at the beach house?” He knew you remembered when your eyes widened, however your mind drifted to other things.

“How could I forget?”

He smiled knowing what you were referring to. The time spent in the Vineyard, (where you earned your namesake) was special to Joker as well. Unfortunately, it was time to hit you with reality.

“Someone’s been following you, Light.”

“By the paparazzi? I’m used to that, J.” You laughed, trying to lighten the mood but Joker didn’t join in.

“No Y/n. Someone with ties to my organization is following you around, makin’ threats, and putting my Light in danger. They tipped Two Face off about your address and they were lurkin’ in the crowd at Euphoria that night you went with your friends.”

Joker gritted his teeth before resuming, “They tooK photos of you, wayyyy too close for my liking and the message is quite clear. I meanT what I said that day. I don’t want you going anywhere alone for the near future. If I lost you Y/n I...”

He couldn’t even finish the thought. You were shocked to see Joker get emotional however before you could console him, he snapped right back to normal.

The drastic change of emotions was disturbing to witness, and Joker noticed how you eyed him warily because of it. “I’m fiiiine, Y/n. Your safety is just so im-port-ant to me, I will literally lose it if you were hurt under my watch.”

It took one look into Joker’s deranged eyes for you to believe him.

J’s hands were still shaking as he craned your neck backwards to kiss you. It started out slow and built up to the point of Joker pushing you down on the bed, if not for your phone’s alarm effectively ruining the mood.

Joker groaned as your hand blindly reached backwards to turn off your phone. J was nice enough to charge it for you when he brought you in from the car and you could see the multiple notifications covering up the screen. You saw dozens of text messages but for now, the most important notif, was your timer going off for therapy.

You had long since forgotten about it given your stressful trip back home. A part of you didn’t want to go despite it being the right thing to do. You needed help healing from your past to move forward with your future. There was much to discuss if you went, yet you didn’t particularly appreciate Dr. Quinn’s approach to healing. Therapy was a good idea but perhaps the therapist in question was the problem.

Your thoughts must’ve been visible to your dark clown. Joker read you liken an open book. “Are ya going?”

“I-I don’t know. Something doesn’t feel right about my therapist though it could just be my bias towards doctors.” You huffed. That wasn’t completely true. Sarai was an excellent doctor, and she didn’t make you feel uncomfortable. You pouted while mulling it over.

J hummed on your shoulder. “Want me to handle it?” His offhand comment made you laugh and finally give him the attention he wanted. You swatted at his head and met his mischievous eyes.

Wait, he was actually serious.

“Oh my God Joker you can’t keep ‘handling’ every little inconvenience in my life. Leave the poor woman alone. I’ll just call Mama and ask for another recommendation list while she fills me on the drama that you caused. I have no doubt that phone call will take a huge chunk of my day.”

You heaved out a sigh before falling backwards onto the bed.

When you opened your eyes, Joker was hovering over you, biting his lip with a sheepish grin. His hair was a bird’s nest framing his face and the color of it caught your attention. You reached up and curled a strand or two around your finger and tugged. “Hey. I thought you weren’t dying your hair anymore around me.”

What a way to deflect the conversation. Joker let you change the subject (for now) and followed your light tugs in a playful manner.

“Not so harrrd Bunny! I had ta look my best for a night on the towns! First impressions are everything ya know. What would your folks think if they saw me all natural?”

He grinned down at your unamused face.

“Joker. Do you really think my parents cared what color your hair was when you shot someone in front of us at Vincent’s? Did my dad care when you riddled him with rubber last night?”

When you worded it that way, perhaps he screwed up on the first impressions. He would do better in the future if he ever got the chance to meet them again— under better circumstances of course.

But back to your question. “Uhhhh.” Joker stuttered.

“Don’t answer that. What’re you gonna do for the day?” You raked your nails through Joker’s neon green hair. Despite being freshly dyed, it was in a desperate need of a wash, having the texture of wet seaweed. Still, it was therapeutic for both you and J, so you didn’t stop your hand movement.

Besides, he was practically purring from your ministrations. Your nails felt too good, and he laid down on your stomach slurring his speech.

“Mmmmm gotta check up on the idiots and let’s see… cause some mischief.” J whined when you stopped playing with his hair. “Ohhh, don’t give me that look, Sugar. I’ll be back before ya know it. Unless.. gasp do you wanna go with me?”

You rolled your eyes and resumed scratching his scalp.

There was no way Joker would let you tag along with him especially after he just confessed you had a deranged stalker running around. Joker would be too busy being a menace to society to look after you properly. Even if you wanted some alone time with Joker, work always came first. But before he left...

“Do you want me to cook you something before you go?” you asked.

Joker would never turn down your home cooking and as expected, he fell for the trap.

His stomach cried out before he could. “I’d looooooove that my Light.” He moved up to peck you on the lips. “Can I have French toast with ahhh... extra.. Sugar?” One kiss turned into two then three until you were at his mercy, desperate for more.

His kisses trailed further and further down your body until you understood J’s intentions. He rubbed his scarred cheek along your hip bone as he pushed the sheets away from your body.

So this is what he meant by extra sugar. At this rate, Joker wasn’t letting you out of bed. And who were you to deny yourself this pleasure? Soft mornings with Joker were a dime a dozen so you laid back and let him kiss and touch to his heart’s content.

Breakfast could wait, Joker wanted dessert first.

An hour later, you turned the stove off and pushed a hot plate of French toast across the kitchen island towards Joker. His eyes were aglow with mischief as you made a show of sprinkling an obscene amount of powdered sugar atop the dish.

His comical snort was light as you walked past him, grabbing your phone as you went. “I’ll be in the living room.”

“Thanks for breakfast, Sugar.” He called after you.

Which one? you almost fired back.

Only Joker could make such an innocent comment about breakfast be dirty. You kept your flustered smile to yourself while you dialed your mother’s number.

You needed a clear head for this upcoming conversation.

As the line rang, you reminded yourself; Act surprised, you don’t know anything that happened back home. It only took four rings until Mama’s worried voice answered and it took longer to reassure her that you were fine.

“Mama calm down.. I’m okay. I just wanted to go home and—yes ma’am, I’m back in Gotham City. I um..” your eyes darted over to Joker still seated at the island counter.

He locked eyes with you as he licked syrup off his fork. Your clit jumped remembering when his tongue did that exact same motion to it a few minutes ago. He was doing it on purpose, his smug grin confirmed it. This madman would be the death of you someday.

You snapped out of your thoughts by your mother calling your name repeatedly.

“Y-Yes ma’am, I’m still here. I took the subway back. Yes, I know it's not safe that time of night, but Uncle D didn’t quite understand the part where I said I can leave whenever I want. So I did. Mama, will you stop defending him?!” You paused to give her time to fill you in on the events you were already privy to.

It was time for you to perform.

“DAD WAS SHOT?!” You screamed. Joker gave you a thumbs up on your ‘totally believable reaction’ and you almost flipped him off as a result. It would be nice if J sat there and ate his food instead of distracting you.

“Mama, slow down and start from the beginning! They did what now? Are they stupid or is they dumb? They went to meet with who?”

Joker had long since finished eating his breakfast, but he stuck around to watch you pace the living room while on the phone. You were a great actress, adding in your (fake) reactions and sprinkling the awkward silence with gasps and exaggerated comments to make it sound genuine.

He couldn’t help but to eavesdrop on your current topic.

“I’m glad Uncle and Dad got Jr. back from T-The Joker. Yes! I was just as terrified as you were! I mean— The Joker was talking to me. What was I supposed to do? I um.. n-never met him before—just heard about him on the tv and stuff. Yeah, he’s absolutely insane..” You trailed off.

Your heart was beating wildly as you fiddled with a stem of a potted houseplant. They needed to be watered soon. It was simply a distraction to keep yourself from turning around and seeing Joker’s reaction.

Hopefully, he understood that you were saying all this to avoid any suspicion from your mother. You hated lying to her and wished she changed the subject but for someone who hated the guy, she could not stop talking about Joker. She mentioned the events that occurred at Vincent’s restaurant again and you mentally groaned the longer she dragged on.

“Y-Yeah I know. Super scary. I know! I can’t get his laugh out my head either and his eyes..” Hopefully you sounded terrified and not enamored. It was already bad enough that you stuttered saying The before Joker in an effort to make him sound more formal to you.

You froze when Mom said something bizarre. “They are kinda hot huh?”

Clearly you heard that wrong since it was the last thing you expected Mom to say, regardless of the reputation the females in your family had with bad boys. It was so far left field, that it caught you off guard.

You couldn’t blame her though. Joker’s eyes were otherworldly, and he knew that you were obsessed with them. It was just another deadly weapon that he could charm you with.

You couldn’t help yourself from replying truthfully. “I mean, yeah. They’re so freaking hot. I could stare at them all day.. wait! We shouldn’t be lusting after a known psychopath Ma!”

Mom’s carefree laugh set your mind at ease. “What’s the harm in a little delusional thinking sweetheart? Sure he’s f__king insane but he’s still hot if you squint hard enough. You think he’s a dom?”

Why, yes mother. Yes, he is.

This conversation was embarking into dangerous territory. You had to put an end to it before you said something you couldn’t take back.

“Okay Mama! We are not going down that road today. Speaking of, um, c-can you send me another therapist recommendation list? The old one you gave me didn’t have any good fits.”

Thankfully that got her attention off of Joker and just in time too. You could feel his ego getting bigger and bigger from across the room.

Mom’s loud reply made you hold the phone away from your ear. “YOU’RE GOING TO THERAPY?! Oh, honey that’s wonderful!” She squealed. Getting mental help was always her goal for you, and she was happy that you were finally interested.

“Um well I went to a few sessions but they didn’t pan out how I’d like them to.”

Her joy quickly turned into motherly concern. If you were still at home, no doubt she would have you wrapped up in a warm hug. “Really from that list? Huh. Perhaps you could give Dr. Crane a try? I think he’s still practicing.”

“Dr. Crane? Why does that name sound familiar?” You spun around when you heard Joker drop his plate. It cracked into jagged pieces at his feet, yet he didn’t react. He just stood frozen, staring at the mess.

You couldn’t risk calling out to him, thus announcing to mom that someone else was with you. She would have a field day and demand to talk to whomever it was. That was a can of worms you did not want to open. But the phone call was still active and she made her presence known again. “Everything alright dear?” Your mom asked over the phone.

You disregarded J’s odd antics, “Yeah something fell over in the kitchen. Um I’ll check and see if Dr. Crane is in network.” You frowned hearing an incoming call buzzing in. The name made you arch an eyebrow. “Hey Ma, is it okay if I call you back?”

Not like you actually would, it was simply a Blüdhaven saying to get someone off the phone. Mama recognized it and rushed through her goodbyes. “Alright sweetheart! Me and dad love you!”

She knew her mistake the moment that word escaped her mouth. There was no way you would say it back. Your reply was curt. “Thanks. You too.”

Would you ever say I love you again? The probability was unlikely. You ended the call and answered the next one in a sour mood. “Hello?”

The person on the other end gasped in shock, “Y/n! So you are alive!”

“Hey Cindy.”

“Let’s try that again without the attitude. Did someone forget that GothCon is fast approaching, and failed to send over their itinerary for the event?” She heard you groan over the phone. “Mmhm, you really thought I’d forget, Y/n?”

Her phone call wasn’t a social one. She gave you months to procrastinate but time had run out.

Cindy’s job was to ensure these public events went smoothly and that her client was doing their part. You threatened to give her grey hairs before thirty.

“I have yet to receive anything from you, Y/n. I have no idea what project you’re unveiling if you are presenting anything for that matter!” She said.

You whined as you wandered over to the sunroom’s large glass doors.

You had been putting off preparations for GothCon ever since you met Joker. It was the last thing on your mind given the way your life had completely turned upside down. You couldn’t believe it was almost time for the convention and you hadn’t informed your manager of your intentions.

You could only imagine the catch-up work Cindy was going to dump on you. “I told you months ago to just secure me a forty five-minute main stage slot. I’ll do a big announcement, follow up with the meet-and-greet stuff and my booth appearance.” You whined.

It was Cindy’s turn to voice her disappointment, albeit more refined than you. You could picture the businesswoman drumming her pristine nails on her desk. Cindy was a chronic perfectionist; surprises were out of the question. She had to know something about your big announcement.

“That sounds great, Y/n. Your fans will love it. Now, are you announcing the movie deal because Bruce’s legal team sent over the contract ages ago and its sound on our end. I’m just waiting on you to sign off on it. Honestly. Have you checked your email lately?

No. Your long-forgotten laptop sat closed on your desk for the past few weeks, mocking you.

Joker dragged you from one drama to the next with little time for reprieve. The last thing on your mind was checking emails or writing despite Joker being the current muse for your WIP. You felt like such a cliché letting a man distract you from work.

Just because you talked Cindy out of your deadline restriction didn’t mean you could fool around and not work at all.

You had to write something and you were working on borrowed time. You looked back towards the kitchen and didn’t see J at the counter. If he had plans for the day, so could you.

“Um. How about I stop by and sign the contract in person? How’s that?” You suggested to Cindy. “We can make a day of catching up! I’ll order lunch and we’ll plan my Con appearance together in great detail and make up for lost time.”

You knew she wouldn’t pass up a day of productivity.

“I can agree to these terms. Do you want me to send a car for you?”

Any other day, you would’ve accepted the offer, that is until you remembered the G wagon that Joker bought you which was parked in the apartment garage. “Actually... no. I’ll drive.”

Cindy tried to mask her laughter, “Pffft. You? Drive? Y/n, do you even have an ID? You know what? This is Gotham. I’ll see you when you get here.”

You tried not to take offense to Cindy’s comment.

You had an ID, you just considered driving as a last resort. Walking and the public subway were all you ever needed growing up. Even now, just thinking about driving was a task you weren’t looking forward to.

A small part of you wanted to see if Sebastian could chauffeur you to Cindy’s office—yet you didn’t know if J vetted the concierge driver or not. It was better to drive yourself until that got sorted out.

Thinking about the father of two reminded you to talk to Cindy about securing VIP tickets for Will. You made a promise to the young boy and you wanted to deliver on it. However, before you could do so, you had to get dressed. Cindy would flay you alive if you walked into her office wearing pjs.

Joker was kind enough to let you wear a shirt of his. The day you planned with Cindy would be productive yet causal and you wanted an outfit that would reflect that. Then you remembered a sweater dress you hadn’t worn yet in the back of your closet. It would fit the crisp Gotham weather just fine while remaining stylish. The better question was if you had the perfect shoes to go with it.

Joker was stepping out of the bathroom when he saw you speeding down the hall, headed straight into your bedroom. His first thought was grim.

Running to your sanctuary always spelled bad news. The phone call with your mother must’ve gone south. He had already made plans to visit a few key hideouts around the city and get back on track of his organization. He had no time to stay and worry over you.

Much to his amusement, you soon ran out of your private bedroom, only to brush past him and enter the guest bedroom without a word.

Just what was his bunny up to? You looked like a woman on a mission.

J leaned on the doorframe to watch you fling the closet doors open and frantically begin searching inside. Good thing he wisely moved all of his stashed weapons and illegal goods to a better hiding spot days ago. He wasn’t worried about you finding something dangerous, but he was still rather curious on what you were actually looking for.

“You uhh need some help, pretty girl?”

It took you a moment to acknowledge his presence behind you and when you did, your jaw dropped. Sweet Gaia: how did you walk past that?

Joker was still damp from his shower and the black towel around his hips caught the remaining beads of water that raced down his chest. You watched one in rapt attention disappear past his v lines in slow motion. Another droplet soon entered the race and just like that, you were hypnotized. The wondrous view drew closer and closer as Joker came to a stop in front of you.

He pushed your jaw closed with his index finger. “Eyes up here Princess.”

The saucy nickname made you snap out of your daze. You took your time traveling up Joker’s body, drinking up his physique before meeting his gaze. Words escaped you he was so fine. “I um. I was.. I’m..”

He admired your big eyes looking up at him from the floor. What he would do to have you like this every day, so docile and sweet. It was every man’s dream.

“Use ya words, Bunny. I bet ya know soooooo many being a err, author n’ all.”

His thumb reached down to brush against your lips and your lashes fluttered closed at the sensation. Joker was clearly messing with you, yet two could play this game.

You huffed and turned back around to resume your search.

“Um if you want to help, I’m looking f-for my snake boots. I want my outfit to pop when I go out today.”

You made sure to lean forward so Joker could see your back arch just the way he liked. The shirt left little to the imagination and your efforts didn’t go to waste.

The low growl behind you meant Joker liked what he saw; although, you weren’t expecting him to join you on the floor and begin searching inside the closet. You blinked in shock as he opened a shoe box, grumbled in disappointment when it wasn’t snake print, and toss the box aside before resuming the process again.

He ruled out four boxes compared to your meager two. You weren’t sure what to make out of it. “J, you don’t have to help. Don’t you have plans today?”

“And?” He flung a sandal box to the side. He was really invested in this.

You would never get used to a domesticated version of Joker. The media made him out to be this insane maniac who killed for the fun of it. And while that was true, moments like this were sacred. You were the only person to see Joker in such a way. He looked so normal helping you find a needle in a haystack. Not once did he comment on the hoard of footwear in your spare closet.

You were so caught up in the moment, you didn’t notice when Joker found the boots you were looking for.

He read the brand name on the box and opened them just to be on the safe side. They were snake print but he wasn’t certain if they were the right ones you wanted. “Are these the— Y/n? Hey.”

J snapped his fingers in your face. You jumped but he could tell you weren’t quite all there yet, so he nudged your leg with his foot. “What’s bothering ya Light?”

Of course Joker would notice something was wrong. He was so perceptive; at times it bordered on being annoying. He would declare your thoughts silly, so you brushed them off.

“Nothing. Thanks for finding my shoes. Um.. I’m going to Cindy’s office to go over the GothCon details. I-Is that okay?”

Joker sighed to himself as he set the shoe box down. Just because he told you about your mysterious stalker didn’t mean you weren’t allowed to live your life. You didn’t have to ask for permission to do things. Joker refused to be your ex and trap you into another toxic relationship.

You looked so shy, staring off to the side and biting your lip. That just wouldn’t do in Joker’s book.

He knew you weren’t in a right mindset, and he didn’t want to trigger your PTSD with any sudden movements, so he held his hand up for you to see before caressing your face. “You can go annnny-where you want, no need to ask, mkay?” Joker calmly said. ‘I’m not him.’ he mentally added.

You leaned into J’s calloused palm with a sigh, “If I don’t, then how will my security team know where I’m going?”

Joker fixed you with a look. Surely you weren’t that daft?

As if Joker’s security personnel needed to be notified in order to protect you efficiently. They watched over you like a shadow, as if their very life depended on it. Given that Joker was their employer, it probably was. The severity of how much Joker valued your safety hit you full force.

His eyes in shades of jade and mint, bore into yours right there on the bedroom floor. Joker was doing everything in his power to protect you despite being the source of your troubles.

You couldn’t wrap your head around why people labelled him a monster.

Joker was a man with feelings just like the average Joe. He was capable of love and loving hard; a shame you were unable to reciprocate. Joker deserved someone who could match his devotion. He needed someone that wasn’t damaged like you.

How ironic that Joker was the normal one in this relationship.

The sudden swirl of negative thoughts made you feel worse than you already were about this torrid affair. Your eyes burned with incoming tears and Joker’s brows furrowed in concern upon seeing them. “Bun?”

You cleared your throat and grabbed the shoe box off the floor, standing up faster than the Flash.

The tables had indeed turned; you were now the one looking down at Joker kneeling on the floor. You felt the urge to flee the situation, and you wisely listened to your instincts.

“I should take a shower and um.. head to Cindy’s office.” Each word was heavy with emotion and Joker was ready to cancel his plans to console his girl. You didn’t give him a chance.

Joker called out your name but you were already halfway down the hall and the familiar sound of your bedroom door slamming closed echoed throughout the apartment. A sound that Joker dreaded more than anything.

Joker thought the two of you were past hiding and poor communication, but old habits die hard. You shut Joker out and he had no other choice but to respect your privacy and hope that you emerged from your room in a better mood by the time he came home.

The black wooden door of your bedroom was the Berlin Wall between you and Joker, and he would do anything to tear it down for the last time.

Joker sighed in defeat before beginning to dress for the long day ahead. There was much to do and the quicker it was over, the sooner he could return and dote on his Light.

The long drive to Cindy’s office gave you time to clear your head. You didn’t know what came over you back at the penthouse. Your emotions were all over the place and you didn’t mean to push Joker away like that.

The morning started out well, amazing even, and you went and screwed it up all over nothing. You wanted to bash your head against the steering wheel for letting your past habits and mannerisms dictate your present love life.

Just another example of how Joker didn’t deserve someone with your erratic and unhealthy emotions.

Maybe it was a bad idea to skip therapy today. You clearly had a lot to work on. It was too late for you to try and make it now. You just had to suck up the fact that you were a terrible person and a horrible lover.

By the time you got dressed and left your bedroom, Joker was long gone.

You wanted to apologize in person but a well-placed note was left on the foyer table that caught your eye. Joker’s surprisingly legible handwriting was a welcome sight.

Not mad at ya.

A comic little bunny was drawn next to his initial and it made you smile just a tad. Joker knew how to lift your spirits, and you left the penthouse in a better mood.

You pulled up to a red light and glanced through your rearview mirror. The unmarked SUV kept its distance a few cars behind you in traffic. It had been following you ever since you left your apartment garage. Joker’s goons were standing on business when it came to your protection. Not even congestion or other drivers cutting you off stopped them from performing their duty.

You were a little scared the first ten minutes until they flashed their lights as a sign of peace. Much to your surprise, it was a modified green and purple LED before switching back to the standard white.

You rolled your eyes at the lengths your lunatic lover would go to ensure your safety. Each sweet gesture made you feel guilty about your attitude towards J earlier and in general. You really had to do better.

You shook your head as you reached the security gate at your publisher’s office.

The security guard, TJ, waved at you in greeting and granted you access to the reserved parking area. The SUV following you had seemingly disappeared. You weren’t concerned since you knew they were somewhere lurking in the shadows, watching your every move.

You turned off the engine and took a minute to collect your thoughts.

“Clear your head Y/n. Cindy is like a bloodhound. No need to give her ammo.” You whispered to yourself.

Just like Joker, Cindy would instantly notice something was wrong and pester you relentlessly until you fessed up, and you couldn’t let her find out about J. She’d have the police en route the second you uttered his name.

Cindy was far too much of an upstanding citizen to even consider your views of Joker. She would question your sanity and label you a Stockholm syndrome victim if given the chance. You had to erase Joker from your mind if you were going to survive today.

“Nothing is wrong. I am single and nothing is going wrong in my life. Alright, let’s do this.”

With a confident nod, you stepped out of your vehicle and began walking inside.

Parked further down the street, a hooded figure watched you disappear inside the building before reporting in. “She’s walking in now.”

Across town, Joker was outside one of his various Burnley hideouts on a smoke break. Just because he was working did not mean he couldn’t multitask and dote on his Goddess. He expected updates on your safety in real time— now more than ever. He inhaled one last puff from his cigarette before flicking it away. “Good. Stay sharp.”

It was time for him to head back inside and face his crew.

Joker hung up and locked eyes with a man who was approaching him in the hall. There were perks of being Joker’s right-hand man. The most important one, Frost could say and do certain things that would normally get others killed. He nodded in greeting before walking alongside his old friend, silently but openly judging.

There was much to do with the weekend fast approaching— however it was barely lunchtime. Frost wasn’t expecting to see Joker until sundown, if at all today. The fact that Joker was here was enough for Frost to give him the side eye.

“Hm, I know that look. What’s err.. on ya mind Frosty?” Joker sang.

“You are. What’re you doing here, Boss?” Frost asked.

Joker cast a dark glare at his right-hand man. Frost was far too uptight to engage in idle chatter, so J saw right through the question. Not like he would delve in an honest answer. “Awww! Thinkin’ of little ol’ me? I’m uh flattered.”

What a way to dodge the question. Frost snorted and jabbed the down button on the elevator panel.

The abandoned warehouse looked decrepit on the outside, but years of money laundering and Mac’s excellent bookkeeping skills allowed the entire interior to be fully renovated. This particular hideout was the second best in the organization and Joker’s personal favorite to date. He was unable to secure his main location in the heart of Amusement Mile from the GCPC since there was still an active manhunt for him.

They could look all they wanted. Joker was hiding in plain sight, and he had you to thank for such a feat. His Light provided more than shelter; you offered him a home.

And Frost could see the positive impact that had on Joker.

A calm aura had settled over the dark clown. Joker was slower to anger, and Frost could see a ghost of a smile peeking through the indifferent mask his boss tended to wear. You were a blessing for Joker and his volatile temperament.

Showing up at the hideout during its current crisis would ruin your months of arduous work in seconds. It was in Frost’s (and everyone’s) best interest to ward Joker away. Going about it would prove to be difficult.

The two men boarded the elevator, and Frost spoke up as the doors closed. “If I were you, I’d be spending the day with B, not cooped up underground, stirring up trouble.”

“Watch it Frost.” J said in warning despite it being empty. Frost knew how far he could push J’s buttons so he went a bit further.

“Just sayin’ boss. Today’s a good day to make up for a date that someone promised a certain someone. Something about a ‘night she’ll never forget?’ Some lie that turned out to be.”

Quick thinking on Frost’s part prevented him from being punched in the face and Joker barely felt the white-hot pain of his fist hitting the metal walls. He was more upset that he missed than his busted knuckles.

“I. Got. The. Message.” Joker growled.

The elevator was a small space, yet Frost managed to create enough distance long enough for the doors to ding open and escape unharmed. He was wise to leave while he was still alive, yet he still had much to say. “I bet you do J. Mac’s in his office.” He said over his shoulder.

Joker gave him a deadpan ‘so?’ look.

Honestly, Frost did not get paid enough for this. Did he have to spell it out for the man? Apparently so. Frost sighed and did just that.

“The master planner and the finance guy should be able to come up with something memorable for Y/n. She more than deserves it after everything you’ve done.”

Frost sent his boss a knowing glare before he disappeared down the hall. Joker was left standing in the elevator, lost in the sea of his own thoughts.

What if you found out about all the horrors that he’d done? Would you still love him? Was it all worth it in the end if you left him? Joker’s hands shook as he considered the unthinkable and his eyes quickly scanned the area to check if he was alone.

No one could see him in a rare moment of weakness as he battled his inner demons.

He mashed the button to close the elevator doors and struggled to catch his breath. Joker was smart. When he wanted something to disappear; it did. He covered his tracks and then burned all evidence to it. He shouldn’t have to worry about the what ifs, yet they suddenly hit him full force.

In an ideal world, you would never find out what Joker did, nor would you accuse him if his misdeeds ever saw the light of day. There was nothing to panic about. He was just overreacting!

God, he hoped he was just overreacting....

Joker nodded to himself, wiped the blood from his knuckles, and exited the elevator.

Following Frost’s advice, Joker schooled his features and approached Mac’s humble office. Joker didn’t need to knock; he was the boss after all, yet he wasn’t expecting his bookkeeper to be preoccupied upon entry.

J arched an eyebrow at the blissfully unaware blond twirling around like a schoolboy in his office chair.

“Nah baby, you got enough flowers. Why don’t I pull up later and give you something we both know you want?” Mac smiled into his phone and was mid spin when he noticed his boss standing in the doorway. The sight could make anyone have a heart attack and Mac was no different. “Oh shhhh.. I’ll call you back!”

Hopefully Morgana would forgive him for hanging up so abruptly. Right now, he needed to save face in front of his employer and avoid a premature death.

Mac sat up and scrambled to look the poised, savvy businessman he was. His awkward wave was the icing on the failure cake. “Sup Boss.”

Joker could care less. Morgana was an uncertain piece to Joker’s current dilemma. He expected Mac to hit it off with the florist after being assigned to shadow her. He didn’t trust her just yet and he wasn’t dumb enough to let her roam Gotham City freely after discovering you were dating The Joker.

J was wise enough to manipulate his men into watching your friends on his behalf. The same precautions were enforced for Florence by Neo and Joker hoped that Mac didn’t repeat history.

You would undoubtedly notice if Morgana went missing and with it, Joker’s credibility would shatter. He could not lose his Light. End of discussion.

For now, J would have to starve off his need to cut loose ends.

Your friend was safe until proven a threat and judging by Mac’s romantic pursuit, she wouldn’t be.

He just hated playing nice with others. It was still a new concept to him. “Oh, do call her back, I insist.” J cooed. Today was a good day to start practicing.

Mac was justified in being cautious. The eerie smile on Joker’s face put him on edge. “You— you want me to call Morgana back? Uhh why?”

Blue eyes watched as Joker plopped down in the nearby chair and started fiddling with the various objects on the desk. Mac knew that Joker was stalling, it was his favorite scare tactic. When J picked up a costly paperweight, Mac had to interrupt.

“Sir. Is there a reason, or do you simply wish to harass the poor woman further? I told you; Morgana will keep her mouth shut. She’s too loyal to Y/n.”

“What’s loyalty hm? Soo~ooo easily bro-K-en.” Joker mumbled.

He broke the trinket to prove a point and failed numerous times to place it back on the desk the way it was before. Mac had no other choice but to sigh in resignation watching his loony boss make things worse. That was a collector’s item reduced to scrap pieces.

J knew firsthand how infatuation could blind people to the truth.

Loyalty could be bought and sold as quickly as the wind changed direction. Soon he would put Morgana to the ultimate test but today, his request would be tame.

If only lover boy would follow instructions.

Joker finally got the broken pieces to stay still long enough to look intact. It fell apart a second later. Neither Joker nor Mac cared at this point. “Call. Her. Back.” Joker demanded.

The room was silent as the two men engaged in a staring contest yet early on, it was clear who would win. Mac caved when the venomous green became too much to bear. He dialed Morgana back and put the phone on speaker— while silently praying the call didn’t turn sour.

Just as he expected, she was not happy.

“You got some nerve pretty boy calling back after that lil stunt! You can go ahead and kiss your rights to this pussy goodbye. Are you always this arrogant or is it generic with you snobby socialites? Hello? Oh, so now you don’t wanna speak? That’s fine.”

Both men could hear her crudely cutting something in the background, most likely with her garden shears, and it didn’t sound pretty. Mac looked distressed the longer Morgana continued her one-sided rant.

She added insults far more creative than Joker could ever imagine and he decided to intervene to save Mac’s ego.

He started by clearing his throat, “Hi…..” There was a brief pause before Morgana groaned into the mic.

“Oh. It’s you. Please don’t tell me you killed Mac and taken his phone? I can’t get a refund on our dinner reservations if he’s a no-show. Matter of fact... do you like Peruvian?”

It was no wonder why you liked Morgana so much. She was so unbothered and detached from drama compared to your other friends.

She boldly talked to the Clown Prince of Crime like it was an average day for her. Joker could get used to her sense of humor if he tried. Then he reminded himself that trying was his only option.

“He’s fiiiiiine errr.. more or less. That’s noT why I called. Ya see, I need a favor and you’re just the girl to help.” He was offended by her automatically disagreeing.

“I’m not Poison Ivy. If you don’t require my legal business or any help with Y/n, you got the wrong girl.”

Joker licked his teeth, mulling over her audacity.

Morgana was acting cheeky as if he wouldn’t harm her. It would not be a hassle to make the short journey to her storefront and teach her how people should talk to The Joker.

Mac must’ve seen the idea forming in his boss’ mind, for he leaned over the desk and re-entered the conversation.

“Hey baby. I never took you as someone to turn down a potential business deal. Just hear him out.”

Morgana sighed knowing that Mac knew something she didn’t. To save her hide, she changed her tune.

She put down her shears and retreated into her backroom, far away from any customer’s earshot. “Fine, what business does a known psychopathic murderer want with my humble flower shop?”

Joker snorted. Morgana’s shops were anything but humble. Lavish maybe.

She had a partnership with EverFresh, (a mega supermarket) for Pete's sake, but he wasn’t going to argue. All that was on Joker’s mind was the night he wished to create for his Light and he would do anything necessary to make it happen since he failed twice now to deliver.

It would be easier to demand and steal to get his way, but his Light would frown upon that. Joker would have to do this the hard way and unfortunately, that would take some time.

“I would uh li-Ke....” J glanced at Mac for guidance and the blond quickly wrote on a legal pad for his boss to read. “I would like to.. order a custom floral arrangement.” J read back robotically.

Mac didn’t know if the delivery would be enough to sway the florist. Joker clearly didn’t make it sound believable.

Tense seconds passed where both men waited for Morgana’s response, and it came in the form of her laughter. “Now you’re speaking my language!”

You stepped off the elevator and was promptly greeted by a new secretary seated at the front desk.

Someone higher up must’ve let her know who you were since she didn’t stop you and ask for credentials. You were free to walk in as if you owned the place. In a way, you did.

You were the most successful author signed within the publishing house. None of the other contracted authors were killing the game like you. You were Cindy’s pride and joy, and she made that wildly known within the firm.

You kept your eyes straight on the path to her frosted monogrammed doors.

People roamed about the large office space, working and mingling, yet it was all background noise to you. The goal was to avoid any interaction and especially with Cindy’s brash and all-around creepy business partner, Thomas Ford.

He was bound to be lurking around this time of day.

All these years and he still did not get the hint that you weren’t interested. You thought Bruce’s brief relationship of sorts with you would end any future encounters, but alas, nothing would deter this guy.

The second you tip-toed pass Thomas' door; it opened in earnest. “Y/n! Long time to see!”

His booming voice must be the source of many headaches around the firm. Nevertheless, you were taught manners and (regrettably) stopped in your tracks to reply. You turned with a tight smile masking your displeasure. “Mr. Ford..” You said curtly.

Despite being notorious for eloquent word play, your brain conveniently decided to short circuit now of all times. Words failed you, as if Thomas noticed or cared. He simply stepped outside his door, leaning on the frame.

“Now Y/n, we’ve known each other long enough for you to call me Thomas, unless you have a thing for titles then I totally understand.” He blocked the way to Cindy’s office and sent you a sly wink.

Was that supposed to flatter you?

If he didn’t reek of sexual harassment, you would have a better opinion of the man. He was decent looking, like any corporate male in a suit and tie would be you supposed. Joker had truly corrupted your view of the average male. Normal just didn’t cut it anymore.

In any case, you were tired of men not knowing how to accept rejection, especially Thomas. “Riiiight. Um if you would excuse me, I have a meeting with Cindy.”

“I’m afraid she stepped out.”

The sentence made you stumble a bit in your heels. Surely you heard him incorrectly, but he looked rather confident while watching your clumsy reaction unfold.

You blinked a mile a minute trying to reboot your system and as a result, your Blüdhaven accent slipped out a bit. “Whatchu mean she ‘stepped out’? I just hit her up this morning!”

Thomas was taken aback hearing the sudden dialect, but he replied after a brief pause. “Cindy left over an hour ago. I’m afraid you’ll have to wait here with me. If you want, we can catch a lunch together.” He stopped to leer at your body, “Or dessert.”

Ew. “No thank you.” You said bitterly. You did not need this buffoonery this early in the day.

You walked off and continued your journey, halfheartedly greeting others on your way to Cindy’s office when you couldn’t ignore them outright. Things seemed normal until you pushed the glass doors open and realized that the room was empty. She really wasn’t here.

It didn’t make any sense to you. Cindy never left her office unless lunch wasn’t available for delivery and a runner was unable to pick it up. You jokingly scolded her once for not evacuating during a fire alarm so the notion that she just ‘up and left’ wasn’t clicking in your mind.

Something wasn’t right here. You were about to dial her number when Thomas startled you from behind.

“Is there something wrong, Y/n?”

You yelped and faced the imposing male smiling down at you.

You were used to his creepy behavior but today it was freaking you out even more. You weren’t expecting him to follow you in here and why didn’t you hear the door closing?

You backed away, instinctively drifting towards the exit. “N-No, I’m just.. I’m calling Cindy.”

“Why?”

You fixed him with a sour glare, “Because! I don’t believe you and c-can you... please back up?” He ignored your request and rounded the decorative glass table holding published books to get closer to you. “Why? Does my presence bother you that much honeydew?” Thomas laughed.

You froze in fear upon hearing the familiar nickname and your phone slipped from your hand, falling onto the floor.

Thomas watched it fall and was about to tease you further for being a klutz when the office doors opened.

Cindy walked in and immediately her eyes landed on her business partner. “What the…? Why are you in my office Ford?” She tossed her purse down and marched her way over.

A few seconds passed before she noticed you kneeling on the floor with your hands covering your ears. “Oh my god, Y/n? Are you alright!?” She reached your side and looked you over. You were breathing erratically, shaking your head.

When she received no response, she unleashed her ire. Her target was the man looking rather innocent while you slipped into a panic attack. “WHAT DID YOU DO?” She demanded.

Thomas had the audacity to look offended. “Me? I didn’t do anything! I was just talking—”

“F__k that. GET OUT. I’ll deal with you later.” She doted on you and gently smoothed your hair down but looked up when she didn’t hear Thomas leaving. He was still standing there watching you freak out.

“Are you deaf? Get out or do I need to call security to help you?” Her threat pumped enough wind in his sails and she watched him go with narrowed eyes. Hearing your pitiful whimper redirected her focus back to you. “Hey. Y/n it's okay, he’s gone.”

She waved her assistant away when they tried to walk in. Cindy didn’t want to anyone to see you in such a vulnerable state. She was completely out of her depth on how to handle this and needed reinforcements. “Is there anyone I can call for you?”

You almost responded yes, but how would you explain that you wanted Cindy to call The Joker of all people to come to your rescue?

He was the only person you wanted right now but his mere presence would only create more problems, so you shook your head in the negative.

You knew you were scaring Cindy with your unusual behavior. She was used to your mellow and socially awkward nature whenever you visited the office but never this.

You came here to work on finalizing your GothCon appearance not to have another mental breakdown in your manager’s office.

These episodes were becoming increasingly more frequent, and you hated feeling powerless to stop them. Something had to change. You couldn’t let dark memories and harmless words keep triggering you like this.

You had to take the initiative, starting now.

You took a deep breath and started slapping your face to regain control of yourself. Cindy jumped, watching the assault take place. “Uh? Y/n?”

“What? No, I-I'm fine.” You flinched away feeling her hand unexpectedly land on your arm. She noticed and let it drop just as quickly as she offered it.

An awkward silence enveloped the room, and Cindy was the brave person to cut the tension. She didn’t know how to address this but pressed on anyhow.

“Y/n? Did he?” She paused, not liking how you visibly bristled. “Did Thomas hurt you?”

What a loaded question. Would she even do anything if you told her that Thomas, her business partner for years, was an overall creep and constantly harassed you?

Cindy might be a close friend, but she was a businesswoman first, stuck in a man’s world.

Men like Thomas were never the problem, instead it was the female who complained that received backlash. He would laugh off your accusations, calling it harmless banter and the trouble that went to speaking up, would only come back to haunt you. There would be awkward tension between you and Cindy and the executives of the publishing house—that Thomas was conveniently a member of.

Ford took you as the type of male to abuse his power and you read many a tale about how the victims were scorned by powerful men. He would make your life miserable for daring to speak the truth.

You refused to let Thomas ruin your career and life all because of a few ‘harmless comments.’

You knew the system well enough to know unless things became physical, (with proper evidence) complaining would do nothing.

With that mindset you were resigned to keep quiet but not for long. You had a special card up your sleeve.

Cindy called your name and repeated her question on the off chance that you might’ve not heard it.

Instead of answering, you brushed imaginary dust from your sweater dress and rose from the floor. “Anyhoo, I was thinking, a big movie announcement followed by a controlled Q&A slot. Maybe five to ten minutes and then round out the allotted presentation time with a new book teaser.”

You made yourself comfortable on her meeting couch and continued to brainstorm aloud only to be interrupted.

“Y/n.. I asked you a question.” Cindy was flabbergasted at how you easily brushed off her concern. In her eyes, your flippant attitude raised major red flags and after your visit, she would be investigating her business partner thoroughly to get some answers.

Right now, she was worried about you. It wasn’t like you to dismiss things so casually. Although you made your intentions clear with a fixed glare.

“Cindy... I am here to sign contracts and finalize the convention details. I do not have enough spoons left for anything else.”

Your voice cracked about halfway through, and you could tell when Cindy understood just how close you were to walking out.

You wanted her to stick to the script. As your manager she could play along and act professional—but Cindy considered herself your friend. She could tell this was seriously bothering you more than it should.

It pained her to ignore the elephant in the room but if this was your way of coping, so be it.

Cindy cleared her throat and went to grab her tablet from off her desk before joining you back on the couch, sitting across from you. “Right. Um... New book teaser! Let’s talk about that.”

You were grateful for the change of subject and relaxed into your role as her client. Sure enough, as the hour passed, things settled into a good rhythm although Cindy still kept a weary eye on you.

Lunch and mindless paperwork out of the way, she opened her arms for a goodbye hug, only for you to shy away and scramble out her office without a word.

Cindy tried not to be offended; you were always weird about physical contact. She just thought today would be different. You looked like you needed a shoulder to lean on.

Nevertheless, Cindy waited a few minutes for you to leave the building before she made a phone call. It rang for a bit until a cheery voice answered.

Cindy didn’t waste anytime getting to the point. “Hey Barb. Something is wrong with Y/n. Fill me in on what you know.”

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fountainpenguin · 2 months

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Riddle watches New Wish - Post #2

Episode begin! Title card gives us Hazel with wings, so I'm liking where this is going. Gives me "Mile In My Shoes" vibes, and this 100% sounds like a first wish a kid would make.

Cosmo and Wanda are on their 4th godkid in a row with damaged teeth (though in Crocker's defense, his changed later). I was going to say "bold move for giving Hazel the same teeth design as Chloe," but I'm pretty sure Chloe just has a chip, not an entire missing one.

omfg HARTMANVERSE HAS A BROWN-EYED CHARACTER!!!! We get them on occasion (I think some of the classmates in "Bunsen Is a Beast" had them, I think Willy Moore and maybe the tall girl?), but they are SO RARE and now we have a MAIN CHARACTER!

Usually, purple or pink is subbed in instead, even for humans (Exhibit Flappy Bob). Oh, this is exciting. This makes my heart happy.

!!! The title card !!! has Cosmo and Wanda with their OG designs! Even though they have new outfits now! That is super clever, and they're starting us off by giving us Hazel in FOP style too, for the card. That's fun.

Let's begin!

Oh, heckin' yes, we're gettin' a townhouse! Or... whatever this building is. I am already excited about writing 'fics about that roof.

Waxing crescent moon! I am already back on my moon obsession. But oh no, they put stars in it.

Oh, that is a bold move giving Hazel a toy named Rhonda when Wanda's about to enter the scene.

WAIT I KNOW HIM!!!

... Okay, it's not the same cat, but I was very close (and yes, I have this in my files; I have a Francis-centric work that's been in my drafts a few years, though I'm not sure I'll get to it at this point).

I am FASCINATED with the possibility that the photos depict characters in 2D while their bodies are 3D. Jimmy Neutron is gonna lose his FLIPPIN' MIND.

Who is Hazel's VA, do I know her...? /Looked her up- I've seen a few of the relevant media, but I wouldn't have nailed her down in this first sentence.

She's a sibling! Oh, finally... Only rarely do we get siblings in the Hartmanverse. I was so robbed by Mikey's clones in "Mikeyplication." When we saw the sneak peek of geeky Mikey, I thought there was a chance.

Plot twist, Antony pulls a Katty Katswell and shows up for a face-off.

I'm liking the direction this is going for Hazel having a lot of big life changes: Just moved to a new place AND just said bye to her big brother who's gone off to college.

Hazel talks to herself exactly the style I do, I love her.

SLKDFJSDKLFJS she does Chloe's classic squint, I love that for her.

Her first hypothetical wish (before fairies show up) is unlimited wishes. Oh, Jorgen's gonna love you.

Her dad calls her Hazelnut :)

crying, this poor girl wants to see her brother so bad that she thinks he's "visiting early" even though there's no possible way that's true.

Note to self, Hazel's room is last in the hall, to the right, with... wow, that's a lot of doors around her.

Oh thank GOODNESS we got lightswitches. Hey why are the doorknobs so low. Is that how they build them in this universe of chronically tiny children?

OH! Mom's outfit is reminiscent of Timmy's mom's! I like that. Wow, this family loves colorful shoes. Yeah, you goofballs must be new here. We don't do that in FOP.

T'was an apartment! Not a townhouse.

First Cosmo and Wanda sighting!! I paused instantly, but Wanda's definitely gonna point out that Cosmo has his crown still up. Hers has gone down for human disguise.

And OH YEAH, BABY! We get a back view of their hair? This is the show that keeps on giving.

Time for a Post #3!

#Riddle watches FOP #New Wish spoilers #Dragonfly parents #Pending Hazel tag #FAIRIES!#screenshots #Fly

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universallydestinytaco · 5 months

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The Little Smiling Mermaid PREVIEW

As I promised, a preview excerpt of my Charpim fanfic which will drop May 20th! (^o^) Also after reading the fic, PLEASE give me your feedback in the replies/reblogs, Thank you! 💗💛

Charlie couldn’t sleep on nights like this when the moon was big and bright, something about it made him want to stand outside by the ocean, drink from his flask and play his ocarina. As he played his beloved instrument he fondly recalled a childhood memory of his own when he was about 6 or 7, wearing a cape and an old hat Mr. Boss wore while armed with a little wooden sword, gallivanting around the beach while loudly-and-proudly proclaiming he was King of the Pirates. Little Charlie didn’t have much friends at that time but what he would do was based on one of Mr. Boss’ bedtime stories: writing mercritter runes in the sand and coming back later to see the response. Charlie did exactly that and eagerly waited for the response while distracting himself best he could fighting imaginary monsters and bad guys. Lo and behold Charlie always got a response, while in hindsight Charlie figured it could have been possible that someone, perhaps even Mr. Boss was playing along writing the responses in runes, he couldn’t shake off the magical sensation he got from the afternoon ritual. If it really was a mercritter responding to him this whole time he’d be over the moon.

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Alan followed Glep and Pim back to the grotto and was astonished at all the "land things" Pim secretly acquired and hidden away for so long, how did he manage to hide it all for so long without Amy tattling on him for kicks? He hid behind a pair of slightly-cracked goggles and inspected upon the mischievous twosome. Pim was combing his hair with a "dinglehopper" as Glep played with a golden bangle, the latter noticed the bittersweet-sad expression on Pim's face and asked: "Yaskawaboyo? (You okay man)?" Alan wondered if Pim was starting to get homesick, (un)surprisingly that wasn't the exact reason why the usually excited mercritter was so somber despite freeing himself. "...Maybe he's right, what if there is something wrong with me?" said Pim, who then seconds after shook his head in disgust at his father's hatred of the surface getting to him. "I just don't see why a world that makes such wonderful things could be so bad?" Pim felt strong and long-bottled up emotions gushing out, he stimmed a little bit by twirling the dinglehopper but that wouldn't do. Whenever Pim had to share his feelings he would sing and dance it all way much to the annoyance of his siblings, but after a period of masking, Pim had to share exactly how he felt.

"Look at this stuff, isn't it neat? Wouldn't you think my collection's complete? Wouldn't you think I'm the boy...the boy who has everything?" Pim gasped in excitement and opened his arms wide while slowly spinning, "Look at this trove, treasures untold, how many wonders can one cavern hold?" quickly turning to Glep with his hands on his hips and sashay-ing with his hair swaying in the water, "Sure! He's got everythiiing~!" Pim swam around observing his collection with Glep following as he continued:

I've got gadgets and gizmos a-plenty...I've got whozits and whatzits galore~"

Opening up a mustache-care box, jokingly offering to Glep: "You want thingamabobs? I've got twenty!" The two shared a little laugh before Pim solemnly closed it. "But who cares? No big deal....." Looking upwards, those longing words sweetly slipped out of his lips: "I want moooooore~"

"I wanna be where the people are-" Pim gently held Glep's fins and twirled around, "I wanna see, wanna see them dancin'~ Walking around on those.... what do you call 'em? Oh!" He playfully teased Glep's fins as the guppy squeaked. "Feet!"

Alan thought to himself: "This is the most elaborate venting I ever witnessed."

"Flippin' your fins, you don't get too far Legs are required for jumping, dancing..." Pim swayed his hips emulating how one with legs can walk on ground: "Strolling along down a... what's that word again?"

Glep playfully answered: "Skeewaboyo (Street)!" Pim smiled and swam up dramatically above where the light was shining through the grotto: "Up where they waaaalk, up where they ruuuun...up where they stay all day in the suuuuun!! Wanderin' free, wish I could be.... Part of that wooooorld~" Continuing with his acrobatics, "What would I give? If I could liiiive out of these waaaaters? What would I pay to spend a daaaay-" He sunk down and rolled around with a big smile on his face imagining what would it be like, in his own words: "-warm oooon the saaaand?" He then turned on his stomach with a humorously pouty look, "Bet'cha on land they understand, bet they don't...reprimand their soooons~" Pim almost relucantly called himself one of King Pimling's daughters up until realizing he wasn't in Meeplantica anymore, he then smiled while gazing upwards, "Bright young men, sick of swimmin'..." He lifted himself up again with a more hopeful and triumphant demeanor: "Ready to staaaaaaand AAAAAAND-" Observing a gilded storybook with a childlike energy he flipped around the pretty illustrations, "Ready to know what the people know! Ask 'em my questions and get some answers!" He came across one such illustration depicting Prince Charming and Fair Maiden cozening up by the fireplace, holding it up and longingly placing his stubby pink fingers on the painted flame, "What's a fire and why does it...What's the word?" He closed the book and held it to his chest, holding his head back and belting out: "Buuuuurn!!" Pim let go of the book, spinning upwards once again and reaching out to the light: "When's it my tuuuurn? Wouldn't I looooove, love to explore that shore up aaaaaabooooooove?" His octave raised at that last word he sang out...then his whimsy melted into wistful melancholy, for there wasn't any way he could achieve his lifelong dream, so he sank back down with a heavy heart..."Out of the sea....wish I could be...." As Glep sadly witnessed Pim floating back down on the sandy ground, he couldn't help but look back up at the light one more time: "Part of that....woooooorld..."

#smiling friends #charpim #pim pimling #charlie dompler #smiling friends pim #smiling friends charlie #smiling friends glep #smiling friends alan #smiling friends fanfic #the little smiling mermaid au #the little mermaid au #fanfic #fanfiction

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hi friend as your biggest fan u already know im always gonna hype u up so have my lengthy answers to the ask game:

1. My fav fic of yours - flight risk......im pretty sure its the first fic of yours ive ever read but oh god its SO good erics character and everything abt it ??? Had me feeling butterflies so many times i screamed and yelled into my pillow. Also inspired me a lot in my writing slump and like... i dont wanna be cheesy but helped me mentally bc i read it when i was having a rough time 😭👍 but also PARTY PEOPLE !!!!! so good. SO so good. oh and also the sunwoo hoodie drabble owns my ass i reread it like 5 times already

2. My fav chapter in my fav fic of yours - not my fav fic but the kiss scene in the practice room in off the record ??? slaps

3. The best character youve written for - swing my way eric honestly. so authentic to him imo TT i just adore his character in that fic a whole lot.

6. Something i remember vividly - that scene from flight risk when eric asked sunwoo if he wants to go skate w them and sunwoo goes "no, im down" and eric is like wtf and so sunwoo goes "no, im down. laying down in my bed" or something (the memory is not 100% vivid as u can see) but I legit slapped my knee that was PEAK COMEDY for me

7. Something that made me emotional after reading - that one chapter of somewhere only we know when intak describes how he wishes he could hear his brothers voice sometimes because if he missed him in that way maybe it would hurt less. That whole series is...very personal to me in sense of grief :,)

8. What i like the most about your writing - THE UNIVERSES U CREATE and like. The friendships and the characterization of each character and how theyre all their own person and not just a tool for plot. Also your comedy in fics it always has me giggling

9. A fic im excited for you to post - sangyeons love in unity fic bc i need to know whats up w that secret gf

12. A fic of yours ive reread - hoodie talk LMAO

13. Have i talked to anyone else abt your fics - yes i fangirled to my friend abt u multiple times also we talked abt rhapsody anonymous after it came out 😭👍

YOU. i will actually ksbfkenfkndkfnf 😭 i love u, bar !!! ur support of me has literally been the saving grace to my writing motivation; every time i write something, i always have u in the back of my mind and i wonder what you'd say/react and if you'll like it 🤧

makes me really happy to hear that my writing helped you through a rough time in your life 😔 i wrote party people and flight risk and even hoodie talk during a ,,, emotionally stiff part of my life where i felt super isolated and emotionally constipated, so it's good to know that the feelings i wanted translated *were* translated correctly, if that makes sense

HELLO I LOVE THE PRACTICE ROOM KISS TOO SKFNDKFNJFNF sorry coughs uhm haha def not like biased or anything *looks away*

OMG THAT LINE FROM FLIGHT RISK 💀 i actually thought i was so clever for that one, thank u for mentioning it and sknfkd YAY thank god u found it funny 😭😭 IN GENERAL, the fact that u find me funny at ALL is like ,,, im punching the sky rn im actually celebrating 🤧

ik i prob said this in the reblog of that one chapter of the intak fic, but that series also holds a really tender place in my heart :') grief is one of the things i feel like isn't written abt very much here, and i always seem to leave traces of it wherever i go, so it's nice to know someone can connect to the grief theme </3

thank you thank you thank you for all you've done for me (more than you even know), and for just being so flippin cool :'))) 💖

#sungbeam strikes again #moot ❧#bar 🎧#ask games !!

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hummingbird-games · 2 years

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Dev Log #28

*winks* hey y’all...guess who flippin over did it AGAIN??

when will I learn...when will I learn that my actions have consequences?

Writing/drafting this after spending most of my day in bed. Real life promptly kicked my ass and I stupidly decided to fight back 🥲 Violently. And I won but at what cost??? Lol, you want to know how sorry I am?? I decided to move my bookshelf today from one wall to the other (after waking up and feeling like I’d been fallen down a flight of stairs) and was out for the count!!! Thinking even hurts a bit I won’t lie...

I talked a good game about my release plans for the rest of the year and now I’m crying from fatigue. I don’t know when the extended content will get released. I’m extremely sorry and honestly extremely frustrated so it’s a fun cocktail...

That aside, let’s focus on the positives. It’s been such a treat reading the reviews from players (and 100% humbling to have people comment on the lingering typos not derailing from their enjoyment of the game...😂 honestly, if people are cool enough to tell me shit is misspelled, awesome. I’ve already added your note to my running list of things to fix the next time I update the files. There’s even a fun bug someone discovered that I have to squash!!! 🎉)

It’s also been super cool to see players who are vocal about their love for Lydia’s route. I didn’t see it coming! I knew that in this narrative gaming space with the genre I wrote in, the girls would most likely be sidelined and I made peace with that way back when. But the story I wanted to tell didn’t work with just Langston and Ryan...or more that it felt incomplete somehow? So I crossed my fingers that I’d find my footing along the way.

On top of that, the amount of players saying that they get cozy vibes from HSDJY?!?!!?!? Cozy games are G.O.A. T, argue with ya moms

THIS IS THE BEST CREATIVE FEEDBACK I’VE EVER GOTTEN ON ANYTHING AND I WILL HAVE A BIG EGO OVER THIS FOREVER!

I’ll do a proper postmortem in a month (...maybe 2) where I’ll objectively look at the past few years working on HSDJY and note what I can improve on for the future. I want to be critical, not just with gameplay and the lack of accessibility options (hoping to get help with that sometime in the near future) but also where the writing and story is concerned. It’s still a bit too soon to start tearing things apart 😂 also writing this dev log is already pushing the envelope LOL!

Anyway. If I’m repeating myself, I don’t care. Thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank to everyone who read these things, who interacts with this blog (or itch.io or Twitter or TikTok). Thank you for being excited for the game, for playing it and leaving reviews. I want to continue making games and while I’m not pursing the AAA studio dreams I had before, I think this is a much better deal.

- Gemini 💛

#gamedev #gamedev rambles #High School Daze: Junior Year #I should go lie down #but I'm prooooobably gonna catch up on posts on here and THEN face plant

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bloodsalted · 7 months

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i woke up this morning to once more laugh at smth you wrote so i am pulling up a chair to tell you that you capture dean so incredibly well. the thought processes and the humour and the depth you bring to him is genuinely just a joy to read and i find myself so excited to read whatever i see pop up on my dash from you. you seem like such a nice person ooc and i can't wait to keep reading your threads and enjoying your portrayal because it's truly some of the most enjoyable writing i've ever read. i rarely find myself laughing out loud at things or having such strong reactions but you knock it out of the park every time.

// heeey. i'm already emotional cause i'm rewatching sam and dean in their s1 glory! how am i supposed to handle you rolling in with this?!?! seriously?? thank you for being so sweet to take the time to leave this. it warms my heart that i can make someone laugh. one of my favorite things in the world is to see someone's eyes light up and hear them chuckle. and i'm FLIPPIN' stoked dean and my writing does that for you!!! he really has an ability to brighten my day and make me laugh cause the man can be such a meme. i really try to get that out (can't be dark all the time!) and oh gosh! i'm glad it happens!! i love him and i just wanna have fun with my partners and my moots. THANK YOU for enjoying my writing, deanie boy, my portrayal and how i write him!!!! GAH! and for your encouraging words!!! you're so talented and such a lovely person!! i'm super glad you're part of my lil tumblr fam! you enjoying yourself and getting a smile means SO FREAKING MUCH!!! like dang ily. <3

#i'll never get over how sweet you all are.#like wow.#how the hell did i luck out with yall?#srsly?#<3 #ooc; positivity #ooc; one from the salt circle

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britesparc · 1 year

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Weekend Top Ten #600

Top 100 Videogames Revisited

Here we are with a Very Special Top Ten list. I’ve been doing this stupid time-wasting exercise for six hundred flippin’ weeks now. Six hundred! Why?! Why?! God knows. Yet here we are.

It’s getting increasingly hard to find suitably epic topics to discuss when these mega-anniversaries roll around, which is probably why I’ve returned to a well I last dredged way back in 2019. Doing a Top 100 instead of a Top Ten is something of An Undertaking, requiring as it does my remembering quite a lot of things that exist – in this case, videogames. Trying to properly rank them is next to impossible, so I tend to just “rate” them against whatever’s sat next to them. This means I tend to look over the whole list and say “Woah, why’s Mass Effect so low?” – but then, it’s that low because I’m also thinking “well, I can’t really put it higher than Unpacking, and that’s not higher than Perfect Dark, which is a little bit lower than Command and Conquer…” and so on. On the other hand, listing a hundred of the damn things gives me an excuse to not have to write some pithy explanation for all of them. So there’s that.

And it’s TOPICAL isn’t it?! Because a Very Big Videogame is coming out this week. Starfield is definitely the biggest Xbox release of the year, and one of the biggest games of the year full stop; it’s also the first new game in ages that I’ve been really, really excited about (the last one was probably Cyberpunk). But even aside from Starfield, 2023 has been quite the year for gaming in general; up there with 2007 and 1998 probably. Of course, me being me, I’ve not played any of the “big” games; for me it’s only really about Starfield. I’ve barely played Breath of the Wild, so I don’t see the point forking over a small fortune to play Tears of the Kingdom, even though I know it’ll be amazing; I didn’t bother with Baldur’s Gate 3 yet because I knew I’d be playing another massive RPG shortly so what’s the point (also I’d be waiting for the Xbox version regardless); and I don’t have a PlayStation, so even if I wanted to I wouldn’t be able to play Spider-Man 2 But Not That Spider-Man 2 This One’s Just a Videogame it’s Got Nothing to do With the Film You Know the One With the Whole Power of the Sun in the Palm of my Hand Thing.

Anyway, the gist is, despite me just doing this because I thought it’d be fun and relatively easy, it’s also turned out to be quite a good time to revisit my favourite games. Has much changed since I last did this nearly four years ago? Stuff’s come out that’s pretty high in the list – Unpacking, Vampire Survivor. Or I might have played a game more, or more recently (GoldenEye and Quake being higher than in 2019 is due to how well their recent re-releases have held up). Another change I decided to make is recognising remasters or collections; this was really just an excuse to not have, say, C&C and Red Alert both taking up a spot each, or working out how to rank all the Halos or Mass Effects. But also I think the collected editions of those franchises do offer something a bit new, be it updated graphics and options, or just the way The Master Chief Collection allows you to remix and replay the games to your heart’s content. I’ve also decided to put 2019’s placement next to the titles, to see how things have dropped or climbed. I made a (potentially spurious) decision to use collections like Mass Effect to represent the highest-ranking entry last time round – so obviously the Legendary Edition collection wasn’t out in 2019, but the “previous ranking” refers to Mass Effect 2, the most popular part of that collection. Hopefully that makes sense. There are a couple of games where the new entry has entirely knocked the old entry off the charts – Forza for instance, where each new edition is more-or-less an iterative improvement; in these cases I was tempted to put the prior entry’s ranking against it, but decided that was a bit daft.

Finally a big difference is my acknowledging that, whilst it’s not a narrative-based FPS or a dense RPG, I do love Civilization more than almost anything. I think back to how scandalised I used to be at PC Gamer consistently ranking Civ II as the best game of all time, over the likes of Duke, Quake, or even my beloved (and already getting-on-a-bit) Monkey Island games. And yet I think in many ways they were proven right.

So there we are; not much else to it. Please enjoy this spurious ranking and try not get your knickers in a twist. How would things stand if I’d waited till the year was over before revisiting? I guess we’ll never know. Or at least not till my 800th list.

The Secret of Monkey Island (Lucasfilm Games, 1990) 1 NM

Monkey Island 2: LeChuck's Revenge (LucasArts, 1991) 2 NM

Sid Meier's Civilization VI (Firaxis Games, 2017) 5 U

Deus Ex (Ion Storm, 2000) 4 NM

Half-Life 2 (Valve, 2004) 3 D

Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic (BioWare, 2003) 6 NM

Stardew Valley (ConcernedApe, 2016) NE

Mario Kart 8 Deluxe (Nintendo, 2017) 21 U

Fable II (Lionhead, 2008) 10 U

Halo: The Master Chief Collection (343 Industries after Bungie, 2014) 7 D

Wii Sports (Nintendo, 2006) 23 UP

Lemmings 2: The Tribes (DMA Design, 1993) 8 D

Animal Crossing: New Horizons (Nintendo, 2020) NE

Medieval II: Total War (Creative Assembly, 2006) 16 U

GoldenEye 007 (Rare, 1997) 34 U

Quake (id Software, 1996) 45 U

Command and Conquer Remastered Collection (Petroglyph Games/Lemon Sky Studios, after Westwood Studios, 2020) 12 D

Perfect Dark (Rare, 2000) NM

Unpacking (Witch Beam 2021) NE

Mass Effect: Legendary Edition (BioWare, 2021) 22 U

Slay the Spire (Mega Crit, 2019) NE

Lego Marvel Super Heroes (TT Games, 2013) 11 D

Crackdown (Realtime Worlds, 2007) 9 D

Jedi Knight: Dark Forces II (LucasArts, 1997) 13 D

Portal (Valve, 2007) 17 D

Grim Fandango (LucasArts, 1998) 42 U

Drop7 (Area/Code Entertainment, 2009) 31 U

Sam & Max Hit the Road (LucasArts, 1993) 15 D

Super Mario Galaxy (Nintendo, 2007) 24 D

Flashback (Delphin Software, 1992) 25 D

Peggle 2 (PopCap Games, 2013) 43 U

Sensible World of Soccer (Sensible Software, 1994) 19 D

Half-Life (Valve, 1998) 14 D

Doom (id Software, 1993) 35 U

Tetris (Alexey Pajitnov, 1986) NE

Quake II (id Software, 1997) 45 U

Pentiment (Obsidian Entertainment, 2022) NE

Return to Monkey Island (Terrible Toybox, 2022) NE

Vampire Survivors (Luca Galante, 2022) NE

Portal 2 (Valve, 2011) NE

Duke Nukem 3D (3D Realms, 1996) 20 D

Minecraft (Mojang Studios, 2011) 63 U

The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild (Nintendo, 2017) NE

BioShock (2K Boston, 2007) 30 D

Overcooked 2 (Team17/Ghost Town Games, 2018) NE

Quake III Arena (id Software, 1999) 33 D

Hellblade: Senua's Sacrifice (Ninja Theory, 2017) 86 U

Forza Horizon 5 (Playground Games, 2021) NE

Gears Tactics (Splash Damage/The Coalition, 2020) NE

Lego Star Wars: The Skywalker Saga (TT Games, 2022) NE

Batman: Arkham City (Rocksteady Studios, 2011) 26 D

The Witcher III: Wild Hunt (CD Projekt Red, 2015) NE

Red Dead Redemption 2 (Rockstar Studios, 2019) NE

Switch Sports (Nintendo, 2022) NE

Project Gotham Racing (Bizarre Creations, 2001) 65 U

Halo Infinite (343 Industries, 2021) NE

Age of Empires II (Ensemble Studios, 1999) 37 D

Worms World Party (Team17, 2001) NM

Doom (id Software, 2016) 55 D

Lumines: Puzzle Fusion (Q Entertainment, 2004) NE

Marvel Snap (Second Dinner, 2022) NE

RollerCoaster Tycoon 2 (Chris Sawyer, 2002) 32 D

Another World (Delphine Software, 1991) 52 D

The Settlers II (Blue Byte Software, 1996) NE

Blade Runner (Westwood Studios, 1997) 41 D

Batman: Arkham Asylum (Rocksteady Studios, 2011) NE

The Legend of Zelda: The Wind Waker (Nintendo, 2002) 60 D

Viva Pinata (Rare, 2006) 47 D

Townscaper (Oskar Stålberg, 2021) NE

Syndicate (Bullfrog Productions, 1993) 40 D

Mario Kart: Double Dash!! (Nintendo, 2003) NE

Cannon Fodder (Sensible Software, 1993) 49 D

Cyberpunk 2077 (CD Projekt Red, 2022) NE

Sonic the Hedgehog 2 (Sega Technical Institute, 1992) 53 D

Banjo Kazooie (Rare, 1998) 50 D

Indiana Jones and the Fate of Atlantis (LucasArts, 1992) 64 D

Crazy Taxi (Hitmaker, 1999) NE

The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time (Nintendo, 1998) 77 D

Superhot (Superhot Team, 2016) 44 D

Super Skidmarks (Acid Software, 1995) 62 D

James Pond 2: Codename RoboCod (Vectordean, 1991) 39 D

Super Mario 64 (Nintendo, 1996) 76 D

Mario + Rabbids: Kingdom Battle (Ubisoft Milan/Ubisoft Paris, 2017) NE

Plants Vs. Zombies (PopCap Games, 2009) 36 D

Full Throttle (LucasArts, 1995) NE

Braid (Number None, 2008) 56 D

Age of Empires IV (Relic Entertainment/World’s Edge, 2021) NE

Planet Coaster (Frontier Developments, 2016) NE

Gears 5 (The Coalition, 2019) NE

Pikmin 3 (Nintendo, 2013) NE

Max Payne (Remedy Entertainment, 2001) NE

Counter-Strike (Valve, 2000) NE

Jaguar XJ220 (Core Design, 1992) 80 D

Tony Hawk's Pro Skater 2 (Neversoft, 2000) 83 D

Thimbleweed Park (Terrible Toybox, 2017) 73 D

Star Wars: Dark Forces (LucasArts, 1995) NE

Beneath a Steel Sky (Revolution Software, 1994) NE

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Shredder's Revenge (Tribute Games, 2022) NE

Two Point Hospital (Two Point Studios, 2018) 72 D

Parasol Stars (Taito, 1991) NE

#top ten #games #gaming #top 100 #best games ever #videogames #top videogames #amiga #pc #xbox #nintendo

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kingdaddydaichi · 3 years

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Hiiiiiii I send an request by a different account called @honeyxbeexqueen I was logged out of it by mistake and can’t get back in, so I was wondering whenever you write my request (which you honestly can ignore if you want) if you can add this account instead of the other one. thx

Love uuu <333

So the original ask was:

Pfffft! Like I would ignore such a golden nugget of an idea! 💁🏼‍♀️ Quite to the contrary, I owe you a debt of gratitude for it! 🙏🏼I’ve never written Bakugou x babysitter before so I was sooooo excited when I saw your ask! 🤩 Yes, darling, the pleasure is all mine. 😉 I hope you like it. Love u you more, bestie! 💖💞💖

A/N: Got a little carried away with this one. My head was just so flippin' full. 📙 Chapter 2 will be is chock full of nsfw content.

Word Count: 4.1k

Mari: I’m leaving my place now. You ready?

You: Almost! Just finishing my hair. I’ll meet you there, don’t worry!

Mari: are you wearing that dress you showed me the other day?

You: maybe. 😉

Mari: Ugh, girl, that little number should require a license to wear it. I can’t wait to see you in it! 😻

You shook your head and laughed, setting your phone back down on your vanity to put the last pin in your updo. You grabbed your clutch, double-checking to make sure you had everything you needed in it: ID, keys, cash and card, lipstick. With your phone in hand you stood up and took a look at yourself in the full-length cheval mirror, pleased as punch with how well you’d put yourself together for a night out with the girls. You smiled and winked at your reflection before taking a selfie and walking towards your front door.

You were putting your strappy black heels on when another text notification dinged. You laughed and reached beside you to pick it up, saying “Oh my god, Mari, I’m c-“. You trailed off when you saw who it was.

Bakugou: Just got called in. How soon can you be here?

You: On my way. Be there in 5.

You began to take your heels back off when a wicked thought crossed your mind and you decided to leave them on.

Under any other circumstances you would've been disappointed to have to miss girls' night out, but your afterhours boss was sex on legs, so it didn’t hurt your feelings one bit to have to go to his place at the last minute. You grabbed your clutch and walked out the door towards the elevator. While you waited for the doors to open you sent a text to your friend in wait.

You: Dynamight got called in. I’m heading to his place. I’m so sorry. Maybe he’ll be back soon and I can meet up with y’all later. 🥺

Mari: Shit, are you kidding me? Ugh, he’s lucky he’s so damn hot. 😏 Wait! aRE YOU STILL WEARING THE DRESS??? 😳🤭

The elevator dinged and the doors slid open. You stepped inside and replied, giggling.

You: I didn’t have time to change! Besides, I think it’ll be fun to toy with him a little. 😈

Mari: You slut! Ohhh I wish I could be a fly on the wall when he sees you!

The elevator stopped on his floor and you stepped out, gracefully making your way down the long corridor towards his apartment, your smooth, sexy legs flexing with every step.

You’d been his son's nighttime babysitter for a few months now. You needed some extra income to help pay off your student debt as a massage therapist. This was the perfect solution – The Sexiest Man Alive™ paying you cash money to spend time with his son, The Most Adorable Child In The World™. One of Bakugou’s criteria for the job had been that the candidate must live close enough to him to be able to get there in less than 10 minutes. You living in the same building gave you a huge advantage over the other applicants since you could be there in less than five.

You stopped in front of his door and took a deep breath, somewhat nervous about him seeing you dressed like this. You hoped he wouldn’t be upset considering you were there to babysit his 3-year-old son. Maybe your attire was inappropriate. Too late to worry about that now. You shrugged and knocked on the door. His voice called out from inside, “Door’s open, come in!”

You slowly walked inside to see Katsuki with his back turned to you, leaning over with one foot propped on a stool in the genkan, tightening the straps on his boots. You admired the way his summertime hero costume detailed every dip and striation of his back and shoulder muscles as he tugged on the straps.

“Hey, I made it!”

He looked over his shoulder at you and did a disorienting double-take, nearly losing his balance in the process. You brought your fingers to your lips, pressing them together to stifle a giggle. Oh, this is going to be delightfully fun.

You looked down at yourself and said, “Sorry about this, I was just about to go meet up with some friends when you texted. If this is inappropriate, I can go home and change real quick".

He trained his eyes back onto his boot straps. “Not enough time. I get it, it’s Friday night. It’s not a big deal, but if you feel like it you can grab one of my shirts from my closet”.

“Okay, yeah. Thanks. I think I’ll take you up on that”.

He stood, his eyes traveling every peak and valley of your form in that scandalous dress. It was black in its entirety, save some subtle silver trim along the tiny straps and top and bottom hems. It framed your breasts beautifully, dipping slightly between them, hugging every delectable curve of your body before ending snugly around the middle of your luscious thighs.

“Miss (y/n)!!!”

“There he is! My bestest 3 year old friend in the whole wide world!”

Kazan ran to you, oblivious to your appearance, throwing his arms around you. You scooped him up and bounced him on your hip. “Guess what, Miss (y/n)?”

“Oh my gosh, what?”

“I’m compwetwey potty twained now!”

Your eyes went wide and you opened your mouth in surprise. “You are?! Oh, Kaz, that’s amazing! I’m so proud of you! High five!”

He slapped his hand up to yours, giggling and beaming with pride.

“Haven't had any accidents yet, but still wearing pull-ups overnight, just in case. He’s already had dinner and a bath. We'd just started his favorite movie when I got the call and I promised him you’d watch it with him. Help yourself to anything in the kitchen if you get hungry. Hopefully this won’t take all night”.

“Got it, now go. The citizens of this city are counting on you to keep them safe, Dynamight!”

“Go Daddy! High five!”

Bakugou glanced at you with a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth before high-fiving his son. “C'mere, buddy. Give me a hug before I go”.

Kazan reached for his father, who easily lifted him from your arms. He put a tiny hand on either side of his dad’s face and kissed him, the sheer cuteness causing your heart to nearly leap out of your chest. Then he wrapped his arms around Katsuki's neck and laid his head down on his shoulder. “I luh you, Daddy”.

Bakugou closed his eyes and pressed his lips to his son’s hair and whispered, “I love you, too, son. More than you’ll ever know. Be good for Miss (y/n), 'kay?”

“Yes, sir”.

Katsuki looked over at you, nodding for you to take his little boy. This part was never easy, but you gave the pro hero a pained smile and said, “Alright, Kaz, come on”. He lifted his head and looked at you, a small smile spreading across his adorable baby face. He reached for you, twisting his body as Katsuki loosened his hold on him. “S’okay, Katsuki, you better get going”. You looked at Kaz and continued, “I’ll take extra special wonderful care of mini-Bakugou here”.

“Thanks”. A single corner of his mouth turned upwards in a small smile. "I know you will".

With Kazan on your hip, you followed the tall blond to his floor-to-ceiling glass balcony doors as he slid them open and stepped out. You kept Kaz just this side of the open sliding glass door and Bakugou turned back to look at you. “Lock it and draw the shades once I’m gone”, he reminded you. You gave him a quick nod, reassuring him that you and his son would not be on full display in his high-rise apartment while he couldn't be there to protect you.

What began as small sparks in his palms quickly gave rise to blasts strong enough to launch himself outward in the direction of the city’s east side where other heroes were gathering to bring down whatever asshole had decided to ruin his quiet evening in.

As he propelled himself, his mind was taken off of that when he remembered you standing in front of his apartment door. Wearing that dress that looked so good on you that it, in his estimation, needed to be taken off. He shook his head, trying to will the image of you out of his mind lest he get an unfortunately timed erection. He needed to focus on the upcoming battle, but he could’ve sworn you gave him a certain look. He could see it in your smile, that nearly imperceptible look in your eye that made him lift an eyebrow. She was doing that shit on purpose.

But what really did him in was the way the black material of your dress lowkey made him jealous the way it pushed itself against your ass when you bent over to take off your shoes.

During the course of the past few months, he’d watched you come and go in relaxed t-shirts and shorts, tight t-shirts and yoga pants, messy buns and flowing hair, and various combinations of all the above. But he'd never seen you wear as much makeup as you had on tonight. Sometimes he’d see you with your glasses on when he’d come home to find you reading on his sofa. As beautiful and glamorous as you looked this evening, those were the times you looked the sexiest, he’d always thought.

But the sight of you in that dress would be forever burned into his spank bank and he couldn’t wait to make this villain his bitch so he could get back home and cash in on his fantasy fodder with his right hand and make a deposit into his left.

You looked over at Kazan, who had his finger in his mouth, looking at the door through which his father had just left. "Hey", you whispered. He looked at you with the same sharp crimson eyes as his father, albeit much sweeter and softer. "Daddy's gonna be back before you know it. He's one tough son of a gun and I know he's going to do everything in his power to come back home. And he's got a looooooot of power!", you said, tickling his tiny belly. Kazan hissed out a laugh. "So, whaddya say? Popcorn and a movie?"

He grinned and nodded emphatically, still chewing on his finger.

You set him down on his feet and he padded through the living room and crawled up on the sofa while you fetched the popcorn from the pantry and put it in the microwave. "Miss (y/n), look!"

He held up a large children's book and said, "I'm leawning how to wead. Can I show you?"

"Of course, Kaz! I'd love for you to read to me".

You picked him up and sat him down on the countertop with his book. He flipped it open to the first page and started reading it. You couldn't believe it. You peeked over the edge of the book and the boy was reading the words on the page. "Wow, Kaaaaaz! That is incredible! Looks like you're a little smarty pants just like your Daddy!"

He smiled, "My Daddy is the smartest daddy in the whole world!"

"He is very, very intelligent!", you nodded in agreement.

His tiny little brow furrowed. "What does intewiwigent mean, Miss (y/n)?"

You chuckled at him. "It's a really big word that means smart". The microwave beeped and you helped Kaz back down to the floor. "Alright, we've gotta wait on the popcorn to cool off for a minute. Let's both go potty before we start the movie, okay?"

He nodded and started to run towards the hall bathroom. "No running, Kaz!"

He slowed down and walked the rest of the way, still chewing on his finger.

You went into Bakugou's room, his scent hitting your nose like a pheromone-laced aphrodisiac. Gods, I want to bury myself in his bed and die a happy woman. You rummaged through the t-shirts in his closet, most of them black, and pulled one over your head, so long on you due to your height difference that it covered your dress. You walked over to the bathroom mirror and pulled the pins out of your hair, letting it fall over your shoulders in big, loose curls. You sighed with relief, already starting to feel more comfortable.

You re-joined Kaz in the living room, whose sharp crimson eyes lit up at you. "Miss (y/n), youw haiw is so pwetty! And you'we weawing Daddy's shirt!"

"Oh, thank you, my love! I feel a lot more comfortable and ready to cuddle with the cutest boy ever", you said with a wink. You grabbed a big bowl of popcorn for the two of you to share and curled up on the couch with the boy. He wasted no time snuggling right up to you while you pulled the blanket over both pairs of legs.

"You smell like Daddy, Miss (y/n)". He reached out and stroked your hair with his little hand and said, "It's so soft". Kazan, you suspected, would grow up to be a lady-killer just like his dad.

You ran your fingers through his spiky blond hair and said, "Ooh, yours is soft too, love".

"Daddy's haiw is soft too!", he said smiling before shoving a handful of popcorn into his mouth.

One thing was for sure - Kazan absolutely worshipped the ground his father walked on. He was his hero, in every single sense of the word. And every time you saw Katsuki look at his son, it was easy to see that he would lay his life down for his child with about as much thought as he puts into beating his own heart to stay alive. Truth be told, you'd grown to care for the boy as if he were your own and would gladly do the same. Katsuki could see that and tacitly trusted you with his little boy.

You woke up leaning back against the sofa right as the end credits were rolling. The little ball of heat curled up beside you was fast asleep with his little lips slightly parted. You shifted slowly so that you could pull him into your arms without waking him. You inched your way to the edge of the sofa and stood up to carry him back to his room. After laying him down in his twin bed you tucked him in and whispered, "Sweet dreams, handsome prince".

You looked at the little clock on top of his dresser. 10pm. After dragging yourself back into the living room, you plopped back down onto the couch and shot your roommate a quick text to let her know you wouldn't be returning home for a while. You turned off the table lamp and the tv, sinking down into the plush couch. You pulled the blanket up to your chin and within minutes you were out cold again.

It was around 1am when Bakugou let himself in quietly. He'd come straight home, too tired to even shower at the agency first. Once his boots were off, he stepped up from the genkan, scanning his home to find you sound asleep on the couch. You looked too peaceful to wake up so he opted to leave you be, heading to Kazan's bedroom to check on him and kiss his forehead.

From there, his journey on the way to his bathroom led him through the living room again. That's when he noticed the blanket had slid off your side. He reached down to cover you back up, the corner of his mouth lifting into a small smile at the sight of you in his shirt when his eyes caught a scrap of black lace. The bottom of that taunting dress had hiked up, your butt cheeks playing peekaboo with the sheer material barely covering your distinct pussy lips. He nearly groaned out loud. Fuck me. He quickly covered you up and headed straight back to his bathroom where he fought to get the outline of your plump cunt lips out of his mind.

He hadn't meant to look - it was just there when his eyes trailed down. Jesus Christ, it's been too damn long. He tried to stop imagining moving that lace to one side and tasting you.

By the time he finished his shower, he'd calmed down. He put on an old t-shirt and a pair of sweats and headed back towards the kitchen to get some water to take to bed. When he got to the bottom of the stairs, he saw you standing up, folding the blanket. "It's late".

He'd spoken softly, but he startled you and you squeaked, "Shit!" You took a deep breath with your hand over your heart and let out an equally deep sigh. "Thank gods it's you. Scared the shit out of me, Katsuki".

He chuckled and said, "And here I was tryin not to scare you". He walked over and took the blanket from you, tossing it onto the couch. "Stay". You blinked at him. "It's too late and you're obviously tired. You're welcome to sleep on the couch. I'll wake you up in the morning...unless Kaz beats me to it".

You nodded. "Okay, thanks".

"You want a pair of my boxers or something to sleep in? I can't imagine that dress is the most comfortable sleepwear".

"Oh no, this is fine. I've already troubled you enough".

He rolled his eyes and walked over towards the kitchen. "Tch, you're no trouble. It's the least I can do for all you do for Kaz".

You trailed behind him. "Stop it, Katsu, that's what you pay me to do".

He grunted. "Yeah, but you mean a lot to him, and I know he means a lot to you. And there's no amount of money that can pay for that". He grabbed 2 bottles of water from the fridge and closed the door, handing one to you.

"Thanks". He rolled his right shoulder and winced, rubbing it with his left hand. "You okay?"

"Fine. Just some muscle strain is all. The recoil from my explosions tonight didn't fuckin help".

"You want me to see what I can do?"

A small crease appeared between his eyebrows as he looked over at you, confused for a moment until he remembered. "Ah, right. Masseuse". - "Massage therapist" - "Right". He weighed his options and wondered if it would be crossing a line, but you were professionally trained and had offered after all. "Sure".

You patted one of the dining room chairs and said, "Come sit here and face the back".

He sat backwards in the chair and pulled his shirt off, exposing his naked torso to you for the first time. Oh fuck me, he is so fucking sexy! "Just rest your head against the back of it and relax your arms". You rubbed your hands together to help warm them up before placing one on each shoulder.

He flinched, "Fuck, that's cold".

You jerked your hands away, "I'm so sorry...hang on, I'll run them under warm water for a minute".

He rolled his eyes and looked over his shoulder at you. "Tch, just come around here".

You rounded the chair and he held out his hands, motioning for you to do the same. You put your hands out and he folded his over them, the heat immediately soaking through your skin right down to your core, and you moaned breathlessly. He arched an eyebrow at you with a smirk on his face, making you blush and look away. "Sorry, couldn't help it. It feels really nice".

He held your hands like that for another minute or so before releasing them. "Now try".

You moved back around behind him as he rested his head against the back of the chair again. You lowered your hands to his shoulders and he took a deep breath, relaxing a bit more. You eased your hands over the sculpted surface of his skin, so warm and smooth save for a few scars here and there. "Your right shoulder blade is a lot warmer than the rest of your upper back".

You could feel the vibration of his voice against your hands when he mumbled, "'S where most of the pain is".

You hummed in acknowledgement. Starting with your thumbs on either side of his spine you applied some pressure and pushed outward towards his sides, a knot next to his shoulder blade popping under your right thumb, the motion throughout which he groaned. Bringing them back to center, you placed your thumbs a bit higher than before and repeated the same technique, slow and deep. Again, plucking the same band of muscle like a tightly wound guitar string. You repeated this all the way up to the back of his neck and across the tops of his shoulders before kneading his deltoids, drawing another rumbling groan from Pro Hero Dynamight. Amused, you asked, "Feel good?"

"Oh my fucking god", he grumbled. "I think I need to hire you as my personal masseuse too". - "Massage therapist", you corrected, but he was oblivious. Determined to loosen that long, tight band of knotted muscle that ran the length of his shoulder, you lined the pads of your thumbs up along the inside edge of his shoulder blade and pushed down and across at the same time. "Ahh fuck!"

Stopping to check in, you said, "You good?"

"You fuckin kiddin me? Never felt fuckin better, fuck. God, don't stop, (y/n)". The use of your name in that statement filled your mind with other situations in which those words might apply. You repeated the same technique around the entire edge of his scapula, the muscle having given way considerably by the time you were done a few minutes later. The man leaning against the back of the chair had been reduced to a mumbling puddle.

"That should help a little".

"A little?" He raised up and looked at you, punch drunk on a healthy dose of feel-good hormones. "Woman, that was better than most of the sex I've had".

You chuckled. "You must've had a lot of shitty sex".

His laughter ripped through the dining room walls. "...Ohh shit, I think I'll just stay here and sleep". He slumped forward against the chair and you placed a hand on his back.

"If you do that, you'll wake up in more pain than before. You need to drink plenty of water to flush out all the lactic acid that's been released from your muscles". You held out the water he'd taken out of the fridge earlier. He turned around so he could lean back against the chair, raising a wobbly arm to take the bottle of water from you. You couldn't help but stare at his perfect 8-pack, framed by a beautifully sculpted pair of obliques.

"Like what you see?"

Oh shit, damnit. You laughed nervously. "S-sorry. It's not every day that I see such well-defined...never mind". You shook your head and covered your reddening face.

He huffed. "S'okay, there's nothin to be ashamed of. I'm flattered".

You peeked through your fingers, "You are?"

He smirked. "How 'bout this?" He leaned forward in the chair. "You looked downright devastating tonight. Even now with your hair down and my shirt hiding your curves, you look ravishing. There, now we're even".

"I do?"

"C'mere". You walked towards him and he gently lowered your hands away from your face. "Don't hide from me. Let me see ya". You couldn't believe what was happening, but you were not about to stop him. "At the risk of bein' forward, and you can slap me and storm out of here if you want, but I have ta ask. Can I see ya in that dress again without my shirt on?"

You looked down, pinching the soft material between your thumb and finger. You pulled your arms into the sleeves and removed it, leaning your head back to run your fingers through your hair. Bakugou took his shirt from your hand and laid it over one of his thighs. "Fuck". He dragged his bottom lip through his teeth and shook his head, his eyes devouring every inch of your enticing body. "Stunning".

Feeling bold, you took three steps towards him, stopping between his legs and said, "You wanna touch me, don't you?"

"I’d be lyin if I said I don’t".

You reached down and picked up one of his hands, brushing your lips and raking your teeth against the skin of his knuckles. Hazarding a look directly into his fiery gaze you whispered, "Then touch me, Katsuki".

Chapter 2 →

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juliedrawz · 3 years

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Oh my goodness ...

You guys ... Maybe this is crazy!! Maybe it's my brain making up crazyness because it's literally almost 3 am BUT ....!!!

Listen! In my last post I shared my thoughts about Ernesto and my analysis right? Here comes more!!

As I am diving more and more into his character, and am analyizing even more, I keep tripping over tiny details that make me go : Oh . My . Flippin . Goodness .... I realized a few things that rung a bell in my head. Haha, fitting right? Rung a bell? *cough* moving on!

I was considering a few more things and one thing just screamed in my mind. WHAT IF ???? I am just too excited right now, not to share this!!!

Let's start with the lesser one.

Ok, here it goes!

Do you remember THAT scene?? The first few times I saw that scene, I thought *oh, look, he's doing it for show! Because so many people are stanting around, look at me, I'm so cool! I'm such an attentive hero!*

Ehm, no!

One thing, skeletons can NOT drown! (I mean, yeah, they can get the sensation of drowning) However, there is literally no need to fish a skeleton out of water full panic mode because they cannot die! In this case drown.

At this point, Ernesto has no idea that Miguel is actually alive. *he was genuinly surprised as the make up washed down* At this moment, he thinks Miguel's a skeleton. So why does the moment Miguel falls into the pool, INSTANTLY, trigger a reaction? 🤔 I mean, the only reason to dive into water THAT fast is, if you're afraid that the person who fell is going to drown!!

Ernesto could have been like "Whoops, aw no, he slipped. Hehe, well, let me look if he needs help getting out."

He could have casually walked over, smoothly smirking, to reach out a hand. We know that Miguel can swim! As a child I happened to fall into ponds a few times because I was a *little bit too curious* clumsy little thing! But I still knew how to swim so nobody ever worried. Unless I didn't obviously scream for help.

(Ok I am leaving this here for now)

Next thing, and this literally blew my mind!!! I mean, studying Ernesto closely and writing about his past had already changed my mind about him in a huge way but THIS, this is throwing even more on it's head! It makes things EVEN MORE complex. Like man! I just cannot unsee it! I cannot rethink and reconsider. Even if this wasn't intentionally done by Pixar! It's something that just makes sense in my head!

Especially if you know a thing or two about how trauma affected psyche works. Or how your psyche processes things.

It is about this scene!!! I call it "Active, subconscious, past replay!! Or the, subconscious "I wish/alternate reality, or the reality I wished would have been!"

Ok, let me break that down! I don't know why this has slipped me before!

Ernesto is a famous actor at that point. He could have chosen to play anything! But it came down to this!

Ernesto had poisoned Héctor in the past. With arsenic (rat poison) in tequila, in a shotglas.

In the movie, it's Ernesto himself, who falls victim to attempted poison.

Why him though?

BUT, he tastes it and spits it out before he can succumb to it! Then beating the one who wanted to poison him up.

Why?

Why does this change anything?

WHAT IF, this is Ernesto subconsciously wanting, secretly wishing that this is was how things should have turned out? And because this whole thing haunts him, he is subconsciously trying to process it like that?

That Héctor would have noticed, spit the poison out and beat Ernesto up for it? Because, DUH, he deserve that? A good smack a la Imelda but more.

I mean, isn't this twist a bit too peculiar?

I do not think that this is just a funny coinsidence! At least not in my head!!

Yeah ... so ... perhaps I am seeing things, perhaps I am interpreting too much into this again ... All I know is, I am going to stick with that! It's goooood tea! ☕

This is playing right into my hands and OH HOHOHO does this spice up the content of my book! You think you might guess what's coming? Then good look preparing your emotions!

Who knows, If I am good and time is on my side this weeked, maybe you'll even get chapter 7. around tuesday. (But I do not promise that!!)

#I feel like a detective!#coco 2017 #pixar coco #coco fanfiction #coco characters #ernesto de la cruz #coco ernesto #brainstorm

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the-bluerecluse · 4 years

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Eyeshadow

Sanders Sides

Summary: Roman tries to show the other’s Virgil’s eyeshadow change he had noticed, but its black again now. Even Virgil doesn’t seem to know what he’s talking about.

TS SPOILERS FOR FLIRTING WITH SOCIAL ANXIETY

1.1k words WOO this episode was AMAZING and has inspired me and ive drawn so much now its time to write WOOOOOO

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Roman rose from the floor with vigor previously unseen wearing the biggest grin.

Patton and Logan looked up from their phones.

Roman couldn’t keep it in for more than a second because he instantly broke into a squealing fit.

“THOMAS MET A CUTE GUY AND GOT HIS NUMBER AND THEY FLIRTED AND THEY’RE MADE FOR EACH OTHER AND HE LIKES DISNEY AND NIGHTMARE BEFORE CHRISTMAS AND-” Roman rambled without taking a breath.

“That’s amazing, Roman!” Patton leapt to his feet.

“Interesting.” Logan spoke with the enthusiasm of a person in line at the DMV.

“Come on, Logan, it’s romance!” Roman hopped on his toes, clapping fervently.

“Not my expertise.” Logan deadpanned.

“How does Virgil feel about this?”

“That’s the best part!” Roman gasped. “He was so worried and nervous but when Thomas and I had given up... he pushed Thomas to go talk to him!”

“Really?” Patton gasped and bit his lip.

“Wait, I have an idea!” Roman reached down and pulled his hand up, summoning Virgil himself to the conversation.

Virgil stumbled a bit before regaining his balance and cautiously looking around.

“Virgil!” Roman greeted with all the subtlety of a KPOP stan on twitter.

“Uh... yeah?”

“Show them the eyeshadow thing!”

Virgil blinked. “Um... My eyeshadow? They’ve seen it before.”

“No the purple eyeshadow from before!”

Virgil looked at Roman with total and utter confusion weaved into every inch of his face.

“The... what? Are you, like, colorblind or something?”

“No, when you were excited earlier it turned purple!”

“No. That’s not how my eyeshadow works.”

Roman stomped his foot. “But it did! I’ve never seen you so radiant! You were blushing and smiling and you even had dimples poking out, you were so happy. And then you eyeshadow was purple and glittery!”

Virgil went pink in the face and stammered. “Uh, w-well... First off, none of that happened. I don’t get happy like that, and my eyeshadow is black.”

“Indeed, Roman, it is black.” Logan had put aside his book to observe the commotion.

“I’m not lying! It was purple!” Roman defended.

“Perhaps it was just a trick of the light.” Logan suggested.

Patton put a hand on Roman’s shoulder.”You were very excited, Roman. Maybe you just... didn’t see it right?”

“Whatever.” Virgil blew some hair out of his face,

“Is it true, you pushed Thomas to talk to the cute guy?” Patton asked.

Virgil shrunk a bit under his gaze but smiled. “Yeah, I just... didn’t want Thomas and Roman to be upset.”

“Kiddo, I’m so proud of you!” Patton squealed as he pulled Virgil into a big bear hug.

Roman hummed to himself as he thought. He wasn’t lying!

...

Roman was about to sit down and write when he felt his heart flutter and his face flush. Something was happening with Thomas! Roman didn’t wait for a summon, he popped up on the couch beside Thomas in an instant to see the man staring intently at his phone.

“Is it Nico? You’re blushing, it has to be him!” Roman bounced on his seat in excitement.

“Oh, Hey, Roman. Nico just sent me a pic for a contact photo-”

“Let me see!” Roman held himself on Thomas’ shoulder to see his screen.

The picture was fairly simple, a nice selfie with exquisite angling if Roman had anything to say about it. On the picture... was a heart sticker, and below it, a winking emoji.

Roman couldn’t hope to hold back the excited shriek that left his mouth. “He’s so flippin’ adorable, Thomas! And the heart! and the emoji! He’s in love with you!”

“N-Not in love, Roman. I just think he... likes me.” Thomas tried fighting the bashful smile working its way onto his face.

“Wait, wait, wait, wait, Virgil HAS to see this!” Roman leaned back and yanked his hand up.

Virgil popped into existence on the other side of Thomas.

“What happened? Why am I here?”

“Hey, Virgil.” Thomas greeted with a small wave.

“Uh, hi, Thomas.”

“VIRGIL, LOOK!” Roman yanked the phone from Thomas and shoved it in Virgil’s face.

“Could you chill, for like, half a second?” Virgil rolled his eyes and pulled the phone away to an acceptable distance so he could actually see the screen.

“Nico sent Thomas a pic, and look, winky face emoji!”

Virgil softened and a smile graced his features.

“Roman handed the phone back to Thomas. “And it’s all thanks to your bravery.”

“W-What?” Virgil felt his face flush. “N-No, I... I don’t, I’m not, uh-”

“I gotta say, Virge, you really did save the day,” Thomas chimed in “I know it was hard for you, your goal is to keep me safe and that was a leap of faith.”

“Absolutely! Our gloomy gus got the gallivanting gracious guy of our dreams!”

Virgil looked to the side and rubbed his neck with a smile. He glanced at the pic again and beamed. The eyeshadow under his eyes faded from black to a glistening purple.

Roman gasped. “THERE IT IS!” With no hesitation roman summoned his phone and snapped a picture.

“What’s with the pic? Selfie time for Prince Ego?”

Roman smiled and tapped his phone before, yet again, shoving the phone in Virgil’s face. “See! I told you it changed!”

Virgil held the phone back and studied the picture. Slowly his eyes grew to the size of dinner plates. “W-What? How did- why... That’s never happened before.” As Virgil stammered his eyeshadow faded back to black.

Thomas took the phone for a second and smiled. “Ow wow, you look cute with purple eyeshadow, Virge. Why’d it change?”

“I don’t know! It’s never changed before!”

“Whatever the reason, I’m sending this to everyone, like, now.”

Virgil stiffened. “Wait, no, y-you don’t have to do that-”

Virgil’s protests were cut off with a loud “EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!” and an impromptu tackle hug, courtesy of Patton.

Virgil fell back on the couch as Patton hugged him tight. “Virgil, you look so cute, that eyeshadow is so pretty, you looked so happy in the pic-”

Virgil felt himself smiling despite himself. “Hey, Pat.”

“Don’t leave a prince out of the group hug.” Roman practically belly flopped onto the two with an ‘oof’.

Thomas felt himself giggling at the sides’ antics when Logan walked in, calm but curious.

“This is fascinating. Does it change involuntarily? Can you feel it when it does change?” Logan gently poked under Virgil’s eyes, examining the eyeshadow closely.

Any other day, Virgil would feel annoyed by the contact and poking. He would’ve shoved them away with an eyeroll.

But after today...

Virgil let himself smile

and laugh.

Thomas’s eyes lit up as he saw Virgil throw his head back in laughter, embracing the hug...and his eyeshadow turned to a blindingly brilliant violet.

#sanders sides #virgil sanders #roman sanders #sanders asides #fanfiction #fanfic #fic #fluff #eyeshadow #fwsa

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inkykeiji · 2 years

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Same anon as before, it was really cute actually!! Like obviously he was a huge flirt but it was still cute lol. I cant remember the name of the ride he attended but it was one of the bigger ones where you would have to be strapped in and he would occasionally go over (to mostly just cute girls lol) to tug on the straps to make sure they were secured and he would teach you Russian words when he did it, like he would say something in Russian and be like "that means good, Ok?" A bunch of girls (including me) would purposely keep going on his ride over and over just to see him and he'd notice and say things like "do you remember the word I taught you?" And "can you say *Russian word*?" Theres a whole bunch of other stories of him flirting with all these girls but I can't remember all of them anymore, I just remember everyone crushing on him so hard lol and being really disappointed that he wasnt with the carnival anynore the year after.

The shy carnival boy you knew sounds so cute 🥺 i can just imagine this cute sad looking guy bobbing his head to the music lol. When I was younger I always thought the people working at carnivals were so cool because they got to travel and be around that fun atmosphere all the time, like I never thought of how hard it could be. Younger me definitely wanted to date a carnival guy so I could travel with them lol so if it was Dabi there would be no hesitation in me just upright leaving with him. Me now is a whole different story tho lol carnival Dabi would probably have to make me come with now.

Carnivals in general are super interesting to me too like going every year was a huge part of my childhood and I remember them so vividly. Its probably because I grew up in a super small town where nothing happened so it was like the one fun thing we got to do and looked forward to. I still love to go whenever I can for the nostalgia lol, so I'm super excited for you to write about it I feel like more fics need to be set at carnivals lol ❤

aw anon!!!!!!

i’m so in love with this!!! that sounds so flippin smooth, you know??? like sooo smooth, and almost charming in one of those flirty fuckboy type ways, if that makes sense! ehehe aaaah see the guy who’s behaviour reminds me of dabi was not smooth or sweet at all, and the tricks he played were cruel and purely for his own amusement >.>

yeah!! he always flits through my mind, every time the carnival is in town or every time i see that ride in particular. it usually blasts popular upbeat songs, and i find the attendants that run it are often very high energy and like to pump up the crowd etc but this guy was just so chill. hahaha that’s interesting!!! i find that when i was younger, i didn’t really think about how they were always travelling, i was always so interested in the why; why did they decide to join? how long have they been working for the carnival? what are their backstories?

omg me too!!!!! the local carnival that visits my tiny town has been coming for over 100 years and i, too, have so many cherished memories of going every year with my family and/or friends!!! there are certain shows that my dad would take me to watch every single year, and i remember coordinating with the boys we liked, like at which ride we would meet up and what time we’d be there (long before anyone had cell phones!), and always buying candy apples purely to lick the candy off of them and then throw them away (what a horrible waste!)

yes!!! i’ve already plotted the entire thing out (i’m hoping it’ll only be about 5k) and i began writing it but i’m back to focusing on tag ur it now. i plan to post the carnival piece after tag part two is done!! but i can’t wait to share it with you and i can’t wait to hear what you think of it!!! i’m already loving how it’s shaping up SO much hehehehe <333

#ah finally someone who shares my enthusiasm for carnivals!!!!#no one irl gets it #i mean obv my best friend has very fond memories of going as well and we still enjoy heading over every year #but she doesn’t have the same *fascination* that i do with the concept of carnivals as a whole #anyway!!! enjoy your wednesday anon <33 #stay safe and stay hydrated <3 #inky.bb #clari gets mail

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milkiijustwrites · 3 years

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HI :D Thanks for giving me a special offer hehe I haven't done this before so sorry if it turns out weird :,D Can I have the word prompt C-10 for Togami? (hurt comfort - #10) (Togami from Danganronpa THH) Congrats on 300 btw, you deserve it !

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"Don't look at me... I'm sick!"

A/N : Thanks for supporting me everytime as well ^^ I really appreciate it! Togami is one of my comfort chatacters, so writing this really made my day <3 I hope you enjoy ^^

#raffle prize + 🌧️

Characters: + Byakuya Togami

Warnings: +hurt/comfort + you/your reader +GN reader

The Summer holidays had finally arrived and you just couldn't be more excited! You finally got to spend time with your favourite person without him bragging about homeworks!

As soon as your class got dismissed, you immediately text your partner, asking him is he free at the moment, cause if he is, you would be rushing towards him, giving him a long-lost hug you always wished to give.

Just as you were imagining such plan in your head, the vibration of the phone surprised you and your attention immediately went back to the phone.

"I'm sorry, I'm not really free right now"

As soon as you saw that message he replied back to you , your tension immediately went down real quick. He's not free? That's sucks...

But then, you thought of a clever idea , with a soft grin , you dashed towards his house and hid behind bushes in front of his lawn.

His house looks flippin luxurious and there's even guards guarding around it, how are you supposed to give a bug surprise with all these guards walking around?

"I'm sure that many guards aren't necessary..."

You thought to yourself, letting out a soft sigh. your partner is just too ridiculously rich and at the moment , it's just pure unnecessary.

But sure those guards could be intimidating, but it ain't stopping you! You are his partner, and visiting your partner's house isn't illegal, so you decided to just walk into his house openly

Just as you were going to do that, your phone start to vibrate repeatedly and you almost got your heart falling out from your mouth. That just surprise you , real bad.

You picked up your phone and a familiar voice spread through your ear,

" I know what you're planning you goblin , I'm not going to get surprised so leave "

With a calm tone, he spoke.

There's just so much to process, first of all, goblin?? Did he just call his cute and adorable partner a goblin? Now that's rude...

Second of all, he knows what I'm planning? But how?

You start to process his words inside your head, feeling dizzy, you stopped thinking and let your mind blank

"h-how-..?"

Just as you answered back, the phone call had already been hung up.

Unconvinced, you decide to continue your plan and decide to just jump in from the window this time, you just wanted to see your partner, it isn't too selfish right?

Surprisingly, you succeeded on entering the house by squeezing in a window

You look around the room you are in right now... There's a bed, a closet... Seems like a simple room.

Suddenly, you hear footsteps. Panicaly, you hide behind a closet that looks really expensive, you wouldn't even dare to move another inch.

".. w- Y/N?!"

Oops, you messed up. Wait... Isn't that?

"byakuya?!"

You state out his name while you immediately get out from the closet , as your partner shows up in front of you, him in his striped- sleepwear amazed you.

Why is he in his sleepwear..?

"Don't look at me... I'm sick!"

He stated, covering his pale face with his right hand as his left hand is holding a small container of medicine

"PFFT- ahahaha~!"

You let out a soft chuckle, as you walk towards Togami, which his face starts to get red out of embarrassment, he had never showed his weak self to anyone before,

But you don't really care, you just think it's adorable , you immediately give him a big hug and comfort him saying that it's not that embarrassing at all, he shouldn't feel that way,

" I am your partner right?"

You asked, head facing towards him, smiling.

He looked over to you and quickly change visions to not lock his eyes with yours, he's shy you see..

".. yeah.."

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reidandweep · 4 years

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I’m So Proud of You

Spencer Reid x Reader (female)

A/N- I can’t believe all the lovely comments from ‘Stitching’. Thank you so much! Once again, any requests, send them my way. x

Word Count- 2179 words

Warnings- Fluff, mentions of drugs, and cuteness.

Being part of the BAU for the past five years, Y/N had seen many people come and go: Hotch, Derek, Alex, Kate, and Stephen. Some in sadder ways than others. She had also seen people return like Emily. But throughout those five years, Y/N had formed a bond with these people and those who were still a part of the team. None more so than the resident genius, Dr Spencer Reid.

Throughout the years, Y/N and Spencer’s friendship grew stronger and stronger as the days past. She could easily say that he knew her better than anyone. He knew her quirks, habits, her secrets, and stories. Spencer could say the same for Y/N. She knew about his life, his regrets, his worries, and his dreams. About the highs and lows that happened before she even knew him. Y/N never judged Spencer and Spencer never judged Y/N. Even though the duo knew so much about the other, they still surprised each other every day.

The BAU was quitter than usual. Whilst a case was in the horizon, waiting to be called, the team worked flittered around the building. Paperwork upon paperwork stacked high on the corners of desks, slowly but surely being filled by each member. Spencer and Y/N sat side by side in silence, a single pile placed on the end of their shared desk, as the other members of the team had left to get lunch Not long after Y/N was first appointed, the team realised how she gravitated towards Spencer. They could see the looks shared between the pair. It was never a shock that when someone would be looking for Y/N, she would be situated at Spencer’s desk or vice versa. The silent company seemed to calm the pair and keep up their motivation. It was much easier for them to have a larger desk to share.

Y/N pushed up her glasses, carefully rubbing her eyes, trying to rid of the ache she was beginning to feel behind them. Pushing her glasses back down, she leaned her head on Spencer’s shoulder as she glanced up at her best friend. Spencer paused his writing and looked down at the woman, smiling when he realised, she was staring up at him.

“Taking a break?”

Y/N began to nod her head but ceased as the pain shot back.

“Yeah. Had a headache behind my eyes for about 10 minutes. It doesn’t seem to be going away.”

Spencer placed down his pen and slowly moved his chair to face Y/N’s; his shoulder moving from underneath her head.

Y/N lifted her head back up and watched as Spencer cupped her face with both his hands. Moving her head from side to side, he looked into her eyes. The action was unexpected for Y/N, and while the boundary of touch had disappeared over time between the pair, Spencer’s hands cradling her face still made her nervous. They brought her comfort; soothing her flushed skin.

“Your eyes are not red or swollen. There is also no excessive tearing so it cannot be a cluster headache. It is most likely eyestrain. We have been filling out the paperwork for an awfully long time. Let’s both take a break. I will go grab you a cold coffee as you seem awfully flustered.”

Before Y/N could say a word, Spencer’s hands had left her face and he had started the trek towards the break room.

Y/N stared at where he had headed. Her heart melting at the man’s compassion. He always made sure she was alright. Whether it was her physical or mental health, he made sure that she was happy and healthy. Y/N tried to do the same. Often times, it led to the pair knocking on each other’s apartment door, or even hotel door when on a case, and asking for the others company. Derek and JJ often joked that they may as well book one less room when on a case as it was rare for the pair to stay in their separate rooms.

Whilst waiting for Spencer to return, Y/N grabbed her phone from her pocket to quickly check her emails. Looking at the date, she suddenly remembered the importance of it. Pushing her chair, Y/N swivelled around to her desk draw, opening it as she reached in to grab a small giftbag.

Quickly closing the draw, the woman moved back to her original space; holding the gift in hand. Placing the giftbag on Spencer’s side of the table, she eagerly awaited his return.

She did not need to wait long as Spencer walked back into the bullpen not even a minute later. One scolding hot, sugar filled coffee in one hand, and one freezing cold, syrup filled coffee in the other.

Oblivious to the gift before him, Spencer handed Y/N her drink as he took his seat.

“Thanks, Spencer.”

Spencer smiled at her gratitude. Turning his chair to place his own coffee down, Spencer became perplexed at the sight of the giftbag on his desk. Looking between the bag and Y/N, he could detect her nervousness and excitement at his reaction.

“It’s not my birthday for another four months.”

Y/N could not help but smile at the man’s confusion.

“You know for a genius, you sure are oblivious sometimes.”

Spencer continued to be confused by Y/N’s words.

“What is it for?”

Y/N smiled at the man before her. She couldn’t help the tears that began to collect in her eyes.

Spencer sprang into action, moving his chair closer towards her again, as his hands cradled her face trying to stop her tears.

“Is it the headache? You should’ve told me it hurt this badly. I’ll ask Emily if I can take you home.”

Y/N shook her head in his hands, letting the watery smile stay on her face.

“No, you goof. I’m fine. My headache is nearly gone now.”

Spencer let his hands fall from her face. He watched as Y/N pulled a small black box from the bag, placing it in Spencer’s hands.

“I didn’t know you when it happened, or when you were first fighting against it.”

Spencer listened, trying to correlate Y/N’s words with a specific event in his life. It couldn’t be his time in prison, as it was merely months ago, and she was there for him every step of the way. Spencer still kept her letters she sent him in the draw of his bedside table.

“But you have told me how hard it was and how it is still sometimes hard to forget. You’ve been through a lot more since then, and you’ll continue to go through it and more. So, hopefully, when you look at this, it can remind you that you are so strong and brave. That no matter what, you have a family who is here for you whenever you need them. That I’m here for you. I’m so proud of you Spencer.”

Spencer looked at Y/N as his mouth went dry at her words. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he watched Y/N motion at him to open the box.

Ever so slowly, Spencer opened the black box, unsure of what would be inside. Once the box was fully open Spencer could not help but admire the content as he lost his breathe. Pulling the item out the box, Spencer turned it in his hand.

Inside Spencer’s clasp was a signature ring. Made of silver, the ring shone in the light, as the engraving of a compass laid proud on the top.

“Read inside the band.”

Spencer did as Y/N instructed. Flippin the ring, he looked inside the band to see the words ‘we acquire the strength of the battle we have overcome’.

Y/N watched as Spencer couldn’t help but let the tears well in his eyes at the realisation of what the gift symbolised.

Pushing her chair closer, it was Y/N’s turn to cup Spencer’s face.

“I know you don’t like to think about it, Spencer. But you’re 10 years clean. That is such an amazing achievement. We are all so amazed at what you do every day and how hard you work. I can’t even describe how amazing you truly are.”

Spencer looked towards Y/N; his eyes still filled with unfallen tears. He never really acknowledged the time passed since he stopped taking Dilaudid, and neither did the rest of the team who knew. It was a ‘don’t ask, don’t tell’ kind of conversation. But Y/N had known for a long time. While she thought she was being sneaky, Spencer noticed when she would check certain things with him. Often glancing at his arms to make sure no new marks had appeared. Unintentionally keeping a closer eye on him when he seemed more agitated than usual. She did it because she cared. Because she loved him.

With his empty hand, Spencer slowly cupped Y/N’s neck, and closed the distance between them. Y/N instantly reciprocated the kiss, happily surprised at his reaction, as she guided her hands from his face to his hair. Before they could go any further, wolf whistles were heard across the bullpen.

Pulling apart, the pair looked in the direction of the noise to see Luke, Emily, and Tara walk through the doors; food in hand.

“Wasn’t expecting to see that when we came back.”

Y/N and Spencer both went red at Emily’s teasing.

“Sorry Em. Spencer was just really happy with his present.”

Luke and Tara laughed as the pair pulled a part. The three walking closer to the duo’s desk to see the empty box on the table.

“Must have been one hell of a present.”

The group chuckled at Luke’s words.

Emily began to head towards the debriefing room.

“Well, I’ve gotten everyone’s lunch so you better hurry before it gets cold.”

Luke and Tara soon followed her, smirking at the pair still sat at their desk.

Y/N began to stand, walking towards the debriefing room. Noticing Spencer was not by her side, she soon stopped, turning around to see him sat at their desk; admiring the ring with a smile on his face.

Walking back over, Y/N grabbed Spencer’s hand and pulled him to stand up. Spencer watched as she grabbed the ring from his grasp and placed it on his finger. Smiling up at Spencer as she held his hand, Y/N pulled him towards the debriefing room.

“Did you know the tradition of wearing the engagement ring and wedding band on the fourth finger of the left hand can be traced to the Egyptians, who believed the vena amoris, vein of love, ran directly from the heart to the top of this finger.”

Y/N couldn’t help but giggle at Spencer’s fact.

“Don’t you think you should ask me out before talking about wedding rings, huh Spencer?”

Spencer flushed at her words, pulling her to a stop just outside the debriefing room door.

Moving to face her, Spencer never let go of her hand. Biting his lip, Spencer took in a deep breath.

“Would you like to go on a date? With me? Preferably tonight to the Doctor Who exhibit?”

Y/N beamed at Spencer’s words. Squeezing his hand, she felt the coolness of the ring in her palm.

“I would love for nothing more. Except to eat my lunch right now. So, let’s go.”

Spencer chuckled as they let go of each other’s hands to walk into the debriefing room. Taking their seats across from each other, Spencer and Y/N soon tucked into their food, adding to the present conversation going on between the team.

As Penelope reencountered a story from her hacking days, JJ eyes caught the gleaming ring on Spencer’s finger. Leaning towards the genius, she pointed at the object.

“Emily mentioned that you got a gift of Y/N. Is that what she got you?”

Spencer nodded at JJ, his mouth filled with his lunch.

“And you gave her a kiss as a thank you.”

Spencer swallowed his food, and glanced towards Y/N, watching as she laughed at Penelope’s story.

“Yes, but also because I haven’t felt the way I do about her before.”

JJ looked shocked at Spencer’s confession.

“Not even with Maeve.”

Spencer shook his head, looking towards JJ.

“No, not even with Maeve.”

JJ looked towards Y/N seeing her smiling at Spencer. JJ couldn’t help but smile herself.

The team all ate their food as they shared stories between them. Laughter filled the room that is usually so dark and solemn.

While they all knew a case would be called any minute, they couldn’t help but appreciate these small moments. The whole team sat together, enjoying each other’s company.

“So, what’s this I hear about canoodling in the bullpen?”

Y/N and Spencer flushed at Rossi’s question as the whole team laughed.

The pair shared a look, their cheeks shining brighter as the team continued to tease.

Spencer unconsciously played with his ring, as Y/N glanced down at his action and joined in on the laughter.

Spencer wouldn’t change a thing that had happened to him, if it meant he got to live what was happening now.

A/N- Just a little cuteness and warmth for Spencer. :)

#spencer reid imagines #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid #spencer reid imagine #criminal minds #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds x reader #matthew gray gubler #matthew gray gubler x reader #matthew gray gubler imagine

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