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boldlyvoid · 10 months

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Falling For You.

[REQUEST] spencer reid x BAU!reader but they're in a secret relationship, and basically she gets him to watch all these romcoms, so when he makes a reference to something like Notting Hill or You've Got Mail and then the whole secret is blown.

warnings: mentions of lila archer, spoilers for 90s/2000s rom-coms, co-workers to lovers, love confessions, implied smut, secret relationships.

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It was no secret that the newest team member had a thing for romantic comedies. From the little jokes she made with Penelope to the quote from Pretty Woman on her travel mug, she was a walking Rom-Com reference.

Hotch understood some of the references, JJ would talk her ear off about her favourites, and even Emily and Derek would jokingly re-enact that scene from When Harry Met Sally every time they had a team lunch. It was only Spencer who didn’t get the jokes, and after having to explain them all to him 1 too many times, she finally invited him over to watch some.

The first one they watched together was Can’t Buy Me Love. Patrick Dempsey, a loveable nerd has been saving up all summer to buy the telescope of his dreams when the girl next door accidentally ruins her mom's favourite dress and needs to buy a replacement… he ends up buying it for her on the condition that she pretends to date him so his Senior Year can be his best year yet. Spencer likes the movie overall, he wishes someone in his high school took enough pity on him to make him popular. But his favourite scene is when they go to the abandoned airplane graveyard and watch the stars in his homemade telescope.

“I can make one of those,” Spencer whispers to her.

“Really?”

He nods, “It would be pretty easy… maybe we could go star gazing someday too?” He asks, biting the bullet and making this movie date the first of many dates they’d go on.

—

The next movie they watch is Never Been Kissed. Drew Barrymore is a nerdy reporter who goes undercover at a high school and gets to relive her teen years while falling in love for the first time. Spencer likes this one because he can relate, he never had his first kiss until well into his 20s… and she was an actress, too. When he explains that to Y/N she can’t believe it, but he has the magazine photos of them saying goodbye after the case to prove it.

“Have you kissed many people since then?” She asks, wishing he’d move a little closer to her and steal one.

He nods, “a few.”

“anyone good?”

He shakes his head, “no, I’m saving the best kiss for last.”

She looks puzzled? “What?”

“My best kiss will be from the girl I end up marrying,” he gives her a smile and moves his hand over to hold hers.

“Oh,” she bites back a smile and looks down at their interlocked fingers. “Have you at least met her yet?”

“I think so…”

“Well, then shouldn’t you kiss her to find out if she’s the right one?” She teases, leaning into his space even more.

“I suppose you’re right,” he teases, he cups her face with his free hand and rubs his thumb over her cheek, “are you sure you’re okay with this?”

She nods and leans in all the way this time. Effectively pressing their lips together. And even for a first kiss, it sure does feel different. It feels like her last first kiss ever.

—

Keeping it a secret at work is hard when all they want to do is stare at each other with googly-eyes, they’ve fallen head over heels for each other and not told a single soul. No one knows about their movie dates or their real dates either. No one knows they’ve spent a whole night kissing or that they really, really, don’t mind sharing the hotel room with the two queen beds. And they definitely don’t know that they only slept in the one. Together. The whole week they were away.

After the case ends, they head back to her apartment for their mandated 48 hours off with the pan to watch as many movies as they can.

The third movie they watch is You’ve Got Mail.

“Rival bookstore owners hate each other in real life, yet on the internet manage to fall madly in love with one another. Based on an older movie called The Shop Around The Corner, it’s a beloved story brought to life once again by the one and only Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan.”

She explains every movie like this before they put it on. He’s honestly only watching them because he loves listening to her talk about them.

“You see, they both have partners in real life but they email each other every day, as friends… but you know what it's like in movies like these,” she smirks. “Best friends who have a lot in common find it easy to fall in love.”

“That they do,” he agrees.

He raises his arm over the back of the couch and she sits back, leaning into his side just as his hand lands on her shoulder. They snuggle up close, she hits play and he watches with glee, not knowing this was going to become his favourite movie by the time it’s over.

His favourite line is when two cars honk at each other and their drivers get out to argue, followed by Meg Ryan saying “Don’t you love New York in the fall?” Which is something Tom Hanks says to her in an email earlier that morning.

He loves the way the old man recalls a woman of his past and called her “enchanting” because what a wonderful thing to say about a woman.

He giggles when Tom Hanks tosses aside Pride and Prejudice cause he just doesn’t get it the way Meg's character does. But ultimately, he picks it back up because he wants to get to know her through her reading history.

“I sympathize with Frank,” Spencer whispers as he brings out a typewriter when they have a perfectly good computer at her house.

“I know,” she laughs. “I love the tablets at work, I can’t believe you still have Penny paint the files out for you.”

You are a lone reed standing tall, waving boldly in the curet sands of commerce. Frank compliments Kathleen, or at least he tries to.

Spencer giggles again. “I remember what it was like being a lone Reid,” he whispers before pressing a kiss to her cheek.

She gets all flustered, so madly in love with him that she wants to scream it from the rooftops but it feels way too soon. They’re only 3 movies into their relationship. Maybe at 10, she’ll tell him. Till then, she looks over at him and steals a real kiss.

Kathleen is so passionate about her books in the same way that Y/N loves her movies. Spencer sees so many similarities between them that it’s really no wonder that Tom Hanks’ character falls in love with her. Passionate, kind, beautiful women will always have a place in Spencer's heart.

Their 4th movie is another Meg Ryan classic; When Harry Met Sally, and now Spencer understands why Derek pretends to have an orgasm when he eats a good salad…

Their 5th movie is Notting Hill and Y/N can tell he doesn’t like it very much because unlike William Tucker, the actress who kissed Spencer never talked to him again after that.

Their 6th movie, however, is Pretty Woman. And while they shared a bed all through the last case, they’ve never really slept together. So watching a movie all about sex and falling in love really didn’t help the frustration they were both feelings. By the time the movie ended, it was almost midnight and they should’ve been getting ready for bed.

She gets up and heads to her room, expecting him to follow but he just stands in her doorway, watching with a bit of anxiety in his gut.

“So…” Spencer asks. “What happens after he climbs up and rescues her?”

She stills, her heart fills with love and she quickly makes his way to him. She cups his face in her hands, staring up at him. “She rescues him right back.”

“Indeed you have,” he leans in and presses a quick kiss to her lips. “You know what all these movies have in common?”

“What?” She has no idea where he’s going with this.

“They all fell in love pretty quickly, I mean just look at Vivian and Edward, it took them less than a week,” he explains. “So I don’t feel too crazy when I say… I love you, Y/N. I love you so very much.”

“I love you, I love you, I love you,” she whispers between kisses.

They kiss and kiss and he walks with her, leading her toward the bed where they fall in and make love for the first time. It's hot and close and emotional. It's slow and steady and perfect. It’s everything both of them have dreamed of when they finally met the one.

—

On their second day off they watch How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days, 13 Going On 30, 50 First Dates, A Walk to Remember, 10 Things I Hate About You, and The Holiday. They would’ve gotten to more if they weren’t so wrapped up in one another. By the time they go back to work, they’ve gotten through half of her list of favourite movies.

He’s not sure if it’s luck or coincidence or what… but their next case happens to be in New York.

When they land, they get into their Bureau-issued SUVs and weave in and out of traffic on their way to the scene. They’re honked at multiple times and Spencer just smirks to himself. It’s not until they get out and they’re honked at once again, with some guy yelling at them to get out of his way, that Spencer turns to her and says. “Don’t you love New York in the fall?”

She giggles and shoves him, “Shut up.”

“It’s not the fall?” JJ remarks, not knowing why he’d say such a thing or why she’d react like that.

“Hey, isn’t that…” Emily thinks it over for a second. “That’s a line from you’ve got mail!”

“How would Spencer know that movie?” JJ laughs it off.

Spencer turns to beat red with embarrassment. “I’ve seen it…”

“You’ve seen you’ve got mail?” Derek even rides him for this slip-up. “And when do you have time to watch rom-coms?”

“I’ve seen the original,” he lies. “It’s based on The Shop Around The Corner. My mom liked it before she got sick.”

“Okay,” they drop it there.

Thankfully.

And by the time the case ends, 3 days have passed, the unsub has been booked into Jail at 9am and they’re free to go home. If they want to. Derek suggests they all go out for breakfast, and Hotch says he rather go home and sleep. JJ wants to go shopping and Emily’s right there with her.

Spencer on the other hand, he opens his phone and sends Y/N a message.

“There’s a place in Riverside Park at 91st street where the path curves and there’s a garden. I’ll be waiting there for you.”

She digs her phone out of her pocket seconds later and smiles, a small sigh leaves her as her shoulders slump. She’s so in love with him it's unreal.

“What about you, Y/N?” Emily asks her. “Do you want to come with us?”

“No… no, I have a friend in town I want to meet up with.”

“Looks like it’s just me and you for breakfast, pretty boy,” Derek teased, wrapping his arm around Spencer.

He shakes his head, “Actually, I was thinking about going on a little sightseeing adventure, you know I only come to new york for work.”

“Fine then,” Derek drops it and he, Emily and JJ watch as Spencer and Y/N head off, out of the precinct and in different directions. “I bet you ten bucks they’re meeting up.”

“Hold on,” JJ says as she calls up Penelope. “Hey, yeah, can you tell me where Spencer and Y/N’s GPS pings in 20 minutes?”

“I can… why?” Penny asks nervously.

“No reason. Just a hunch.”

When Penelope eventually calls her back all she has to say is Riverside Park at 91st Street and they know.

—

Y/N gets there first, she’s never seen this place in person before. The flowers are even more vibrant than in the movie. There are bees dancing around every other flower, couples walking around hand in hand, people on dog walks and moms with their strollers. It’s just an average early morning in New York.

And then she sees him. He comes rounding the corner, he’s carrying a bouquet of flowers wrapped in newspaper… at least she thinks they’re flowers.

What they don’t notice is their friends on the other side of the garden, watching them get closer and closer until they’re chest to chest. He wraps his free hand around her waist, she cups his face in her own hands, and she stares up at him like he hung the stars just for her.

“I wanted it to be you,” Spencer whispers what was originally Meg Ryan's line. “I wanted it to be you so badly.”

“You sure did save the best for last,” she knows exactly what he means.

Just as they lean in to kiss, as his lips meet hers, they hear it. Someone is playing “Somewhere Over The Rainbow” just for them. They smile into the kiss, shocked that their life is playing out like a perfectly written movie and then they see them.

It’s their own friends who played it. They’re clapping in the distance, “Woo!!” Emily cheers.

“We knew this would happen!” Derek throws in for good measure.

They can’t help but laugh, Spencer pulls her in for another kiss, a longer, more hearty kiss. He loves her and he wants everyone to know.

When she pulls back, she looks as though she could cry, so he extends the bouquet to her. It’s a bunch of yellow, newly sharpened number 2 pencils tied up with string.

“Don’t you love New York in the fall?”

“Not as much as I love you,” she says as she takes them, gladly. “Not even close.”

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cobragardens · 7 months

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My Favorite Good Omens Moment:

An Essay on Why It Is Cool and Rad (Part 1)

There's this moment in Good Omens that makes me cackle every time I see it and leaves me full of warmth, so here's an essay on its context and meaning, because explication and analysis are how I show love. I will try to keep my thoughts as tight as possible, but they do have a tendency to spiral outwards, and I am very stoned. Come, sistren, and get nerdy with me.

My favorite moment in the series so far occurs in 1601. To approach it we will first need an assload of context. There's a TL;DR in bold at the end of the Context if you don't fancy reading the whole assload. Key arguments are in italics and bold throughout.

David Tennant gives Crowley a very consistent facial expression every time Aziraphale says something so outlandish Crowley can't quite believe he's hearing it. It's this one:

Chronologically, we see the Eyebrows of Disbelief twice before my fave moment in 1601: once (above left) in that scene on the Garden Wall that familiarizes the audience with Crowley's face before adding the dark glasses, when Aziraphale admits he's given away his sword; once when Aziraphale tells Bildad the Shuhite that he, Aziraphale, has Fallen because he lied to the angels to save Job's children.

The Eyebows of Disbelief always signal surprise and amusement with something Aziraphale has said or done. This amusement is sometimes at Aziraphale's expense and sometimes not.

In the gifs above, Crowley is laughing because what Aziraphale has just admitted to doing is fantastic and unexpected and frankly pretty gd punk rock. He's not laughing at Aziraphale, he's laughing because he is delighted with him. The only record we have thus far of Crowley laughing at Aziraphale is this one:

Crowley laughs when Aziraphale informs him--him, a demon who has personally been through the process of Falling--that Aziraphale is Fallen and must be a demon now. As though of the two of them Aziraphale is the expert on how and under what circumstances this occurs.

And yet when Crowley sees Aziraphale's distress--not his fear of being taken to Hell, but his heartbreak and lostness over the fact that his conscience has diverged from God's stated will--Crowley stops laughing, and instead he acts very kindly towards Aziraphale. He validates the gravity of what Aziraphale has done and assures him he won't turn him in. He sits with him so Aziraphale isn't totally alone (like Crowley probably was) as he goes through the loneliest moments of his existence to that point and picks himself up newly weighted with the secret he must now bear.

And after this scene (in canon as it stands thus far), we don't see Crowley laugh at anything Aziraphale says or does again.

And he really has to work for it sometimes. We talk a lot about the things Michael Sheen is able to convey with his face in Good Omens, and absolutely rightly so; David Tennant earns a chunk of his paycheck in this regard as well. If you haven't given yourself the treat yet, rewatch the scene in Will Goldstone's magic shop in 1941 and focus on Crowley's reactions:

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Tennant takes great care to show, with precision, that Crowley is expending effort not to react to Aziraphale's nervous chaos Muppetry and lack of self-awareness. Crowley is self- and socially and contextually aware enough that he knows (better than Aziraphale, at least, which is not a high bar to clear) what's cringe, what's funny, what's ridiculous, how to behave. But whenever Aziraphale crosses a boundary of normalcy, or even sanity, and there is opportunity to laugh at him, Crowley very carefully doesn't react. He doesn't interrupt him, he doesn't try to correct him, he doesn't make fun of him, he doesn't even smirk; he just watches him, as stone-faced as he can manage, no matter how bizarre Aziraphale becomes.

We should be reading this lack of reaction to Aziraphale's social and rational transgressions as powerful positive action. Go watch the Doctor Who episode "Human Nature," or literally any episode of The Inbetweeners, or read or watch Regeneration, and reflect on what it shows you about English masculinity; then consider again the depth of significance in how English- and male-coded character Crowley treats English- and male-coded character Aziraphale in an England created by an English and male-codedpresenting author based off a book written by himself and another male-presenting author. Within its context of English masculinity, Crowley's lack of reaction is not a neutral stance; it is a very fucking loud show of support.

This is not even an inference; it's stated outright in the show. Crowley himself puts it into words 422 years after my favorite moment:

You know how Crowley calls Aziraphale "angel" because the factuality of the descriptor offers him plausible deniability to any Heavenly or Infernal agents who might be listening? Remember how Crowley is a great equivocator? Crowley is equivocating here, too: he's using the cover of what Maggie and Nina will take as a disparaging joke at Aziraphale's expense in order to make a perfectly sincere statement. This is his genuine perception of one of the relationship dynamics he has with Aziraphale and how he feels about that dynamic. Crowley thinks he himself is quite witty (an accurate assessment), Crowley thinks Aziraphale isn't sufficiently self- or contextually aware to hide how strange he is and therefore frequently says and does mad things (also an accurate assessment), and Crowley is Into. That. Shit.

Okay. Now let's look at 1601.

Chronologically it's been almost 1,000 years since we last saw Aziraphale and Crowley. In 537, Aziraphale isn't willing even to consider a labor-saving working arrangement with Crowley of fucking off home out of the damp of Arthurian Wessex; but by 1601, he's worked (and met, and Arranged) with Crowley "dozens of times now," Crowley says, and Azirapahle does not correct him.

In that millienium, Aziraphale has grown to care deeply about Crowley:

In fact he may be somewhat smitten with him:

Seriously, go back and watch Aziraphale here as Crowley approaches and starts speaking to him: he doesn't start smiling until he recognizes that the person speaking to him is Crowley (but he only smiles at Crowley while Crowley's not looking at him).

And Crowley is definitely become smitten with Aziraphale:

Our man(-shaped entity) is so allergic to work he sets up a meeting to weasel, cajole, or (as it happens) cheat a coin toss to get Aziraphale to do an easy temptation for him in Edinburgh, and then in the same conversation agrees to miracle a play into success because Aziraphale gives him a single hopeful look. Crowley's got it bad.

TL;DR: The Eyebrows of Disbelief happen when Crowley is surprised and amused by something Aziraphale has said or done. Sometimes that amusement is delight with Aziraphale; sometimes it is at Aziraphale's expense. Crowley is aware of this distinction, and when his amusement is at Aziraphale's expense, he suppresses it, even when it takes some effort on his own part, and remains stocially composed. This is equivocation on his part: to Celestial/Infernal operatives lacking knowledge of the intricacies of human behavior, this non-reaction would seem like neutrality; to Aziraphale, who shares with Crowley and the audience the contextual knowledge of English masculinity's utter viciousness, this non-reaction is a profound show of support; and in the safety of support from Crowley, Aziraphale lets his weirdness blossom.

As another meta points out [link if I find it again], we also see in Aziraphale's wordless request about Hamlet and Crowley's immediate understanding of it that by 1601 Aziraphale and Crowley have developed an unspoken, coded method of communication with each other.

Now that we have all of that in mind, here's my favorite moment in Good Omens:

Ixi of Fuck Yeah Good Omens has even kindly archived a closeup of the aftermath, for Crowley, of "Buck up!" In gif 4, above, you can see that the tiny smile is an involuntary reaction that happens as Crowley's eyes widen: for a fraction of a second, he's caught off-guard. In the closeup it's easier to see that he suppresses the smile and gives a tiny shake of his head, Eyebrows of Disbelief heading for his hairline.

There are a number of things Crowley's reaction could mean and what messages it could communicate (we'll get to that in a sec), but regardless, his reaction is, unquestionably, one of surprise and suppressed amusement. This is an aspect of Crowley and Aziraphale's relationship and characters that I like very much, viz., that one of the reasons Crowley likes Aziraphale (though Aziraphale is judgy and occasionally, unintentionally, horrifyingly cruel) is that in addition to being one of the kindest and most courageous beings in existence, Aziraphale is mad as a bag of frogs. Crowley does not know what is going to come out of Aziraphale's lovely mouth next, but Crowley does know there's a good chance he will struggle to believe he's hearing it, and Crowley likes that.

That's what makes this my favorite moment. What makes this moment so cool and rad, though, is its ineffability. We know from the Eyebrows of Disbelief that Crowley is surprised and amused, but any of several things could be read in that almost imperceptible headshake. Like:

What are you doing? or

Why are you like this? or

How can you be aware that you say these things out loud and yet still say them out loud? or

How has my existence come to this? this moment of listening to such insanity?

each of which is a fair and just feeling to have/message to communicate to a man(-shaped entity) who is yelling "Buck up!" at Hamlet.

But that's only if we read Crowley's amusement as being at Aziraphale's expense. And I don't think we should. Because watch Aziraphale here:

He's doing it on purpose. He is shouting a hilariously inappropriate, 100% authentic Aziraphale-brand thing over arguably the gloomiest passage of Shakespeare's famously gloomy play--right after Crowley complains about its gloominess--and he is watching Crowley as he does it. Look at his smile! He knows he's being Deeply Uncool, and he is doing it literally right into Crowley's face.

Remember that we just talked about how by this point in the chronology Crowley and Aziraphale have learned to communicate with each other nonverbally through facial expression? So what does it mean when Aziraphale responds to Crowley's grumbling about Hamlet's gloominess by smiling his minxious Mona Lisa Aziraphale smile, looking right into Crowley's face, and yelling at Hamlet to buck up? Aziraphale, in a carefully coded, carefully Aziraphale way, is joking with Crowley. His silliness in this moment is for Crowley.

So with aaaaaaallllll of this essay in mind, what does it mean that Crowley's reaction to "Come on, Hamlet! Buck up!" is widening eyes, an involuntary twitch of his mouth toward a smile, and then, his eyebrows still showing surprise and amusement, a tiny shake of his head?

Once more, with inferences:

I do propose, y'all, on the basis of this web of evidence I submit for consideration, that what we are seeing here in my favorite moment of Good Omens is the ineffable equivalent of Aziraphale and Crowley sharing a laugh.

Crowley's amusement here isn't at Aziraphale, because Aziraphale is eliciting that amusement consciously and deliberately. Aziraphale, in good spirits and happy to see Crowley, uses his Aziraphaleness to offers Crowley not only an opportunity for amusement, but the opportunity to be in agreement with him about what in this situation is funny. They're on the same side of this joke.

And his humor lands just as he wants it to: Crowley, just for a moment, is caught off-guard, and tickled--

But remember, Crowley is worried in this scene about being surveilled ("I thought you said we'd be inconspicuous here"), and he worries about audio surveillance a lot ("Walls have ears"; "Don't say that. If my lot hear [etc.]," etc.), so he's very limited in what reactions he can show or voice. Aziraphale knows Crowley must be perceived by anyone watching or listening to disapprove of his, Aziraphale's, behavior (just as he must be perceived to disapprove vociferously of Crowley's). Both of them know this.

--so Crowley suppresses the smile almost successfully, and shakes his head at Aziraphale, minutely, to say Stop. What you're doing is working, you're close to making me laugh, and if I show how much you have just delighted me, it will blow our cover of "just an Arrangement."

I offer three final data points in advancing my argument that what we see in my favorite Good Omens moment is Aziraphale successfully attempting to joke with Crowley and Crowley recognizing that overture from Aziraphale and being momentarily surprised into a reaction of genuine delight before pulling his face back under control and indicating to Aziraphale that he must stop:

Datum 1. Nothing going on with Crowley's face in this moment is accidental. We know for sure we're not seeing David Tennant react to Michael Sheen here not only because of literally every other point of Tennant's and Sheen's performances in the show, but because Tennant is wearing opaque contacts and sunglasses under film lighting and therefore cannot be reacting to anything more compelling than a level-10-lift blur because Tennant cannot see shit. Crowley's reaction is a deliberate and careful performance choice on Tennant's part, and it's underscored by director Douglas Mackinnon's choice to film Tennant in 1/2 profile to keep Crowley's eyes visible and face readable to the audience. This reaction is supposed to be there and supposed to be meaningful.

Datum 2. The husbands in 1601 is not the only moment in Good Omens when we may be seeing an angel and a demon communicate the message Stop doing that, it makes us look too familiar between themselves with a little headshake:

Datum 3: There is another moment in Good Omens when Aziraphale offers Crowley the opportunity to enjoy a joke with him. There, too, his humor lands just as he intends, so we can use this other moment as a comparison to our 1601 moment. I don't have gifs for it, but go back and watch it, S1E6 49:27-42. Snips below.

Aziraphale says something that surprises and amuses Crowley (he asked Hell for a rubber duck while he was sloshing around in the holy water)--

--but what Aziraphale says makes Crowley smile long before it makes him laugh.

In fact, his laugh, though a genuine cackle, is quite delayed, and he laughs only after Aziraphale starts laughing too.

In other words, Crowley's reaction to Aziraphale offering him amusement they're both on the same side of is exactly the same as his reaction to "Come on, Hamlet! Buck up!" right up until he laughs instead of shaking his head. Here, after Armageddidn't, Crowley doesn't have to suppress his reaction, so he can let the smile bloom; he doesn't have to control his response, so, although it takes him a few extra seconds, he lets the smile turn into a laugh.

But in 1601, it's not safe to laugh at Aziraphale's humor. It's not safe even to smile at him. A single piece of evidence or eye/earwitness testimony that he and Crowley have anything more friendly than the most passing and acrimonious of professional relationships could mean death to either or both of them, and depending on what Falling is like, maybe something worse than death for Aziraphale.

But Aziraphale is so funny, so effervescent for Crowley, at Crowley, that it catches Crowley just for a moment. Crowley's eyes widen and the corner of his mouth twitches toward a smile.

And that's dangerous. If Aziraphale keeps acting so charmingly mad, Crowley is going to laugh, and they can't afford that risk, so he shakes his head at Aziraphale. Stop, or I won't be able to keep a straight face around you.

And Aziraphale apparently receives that message, because he immediately eases off. Less than 60 seconds later we learn that he's deeply concerned for Crowley's safety--and that it's not so much that Aziraphale has Crowley wrapped around his little finger as it is that Crowley has wrapped himself around Aziraphale's little finger like a snake arranging itself on the tree branch it calls home.

UPDATE 14/10/23: HOLY SHIT Y'ALL IT GETS EVEN BETTER! THERE IS A SEQUEL!

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alle-ni · 7 months

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My thoughts about goodomensverse (I'm clinically insane) (my personal opinion) (long post)

Book Crowley:

- absolute disaster

- lonely boy

- grumpiest

- he's so in love with Aziraphale but didn't even realised yet

- a bit dumb sometimes ngl

- very tired

- he's trying so hard save earth and everything he knows but everytime he tries to explain why it's always AZIRAPHALE

- sometimes he's like... your old gay uncle, the old gay uncle of the family except it's a 6000 years old gender fluid demon

- HISS LIKE A SNAKE GANG

- got called dear once and them died (figuratively)

Radio Crowley:

- flirty

- "Humm have you ever seen me in a dress~~??"

- he's like flirting with Aziraphale 24/7

- 0 patience this man is a BOMB

- if Aziraphale ever EVER got slightly flirty with him back he will EXPLODE

- smartest of them all, he's very intelligent

- HISS LIKE A SSSSSNAKE GANG

- he's so in love with Aziraphale and it makes him SO FRUSTRATED

- his Aziraphale is the hardest one to reach, maybe this is why he's so deliberately obvious and direct with him (he's resilient, he will never give up)

- he's like a tsudere teenager collegial except he's a 6000 years old demon with serious issues

- not called dear yet poor soul </3

TV Crowley:

- SILLY

- he's the dumbest of them all, sorry 😭

- red hair

- he's so in love with Aziraphale and everyone notice it's SO OBVIOUS

- he's the most affected by The Bookshop Burning ™ event

- the only one who got to kiss the angel, good for him ig, or sorry, idk

- anxiety bomb he literally (literally) EXPLODE

- strongest soldier bc his Aziraphale is IMPOSSIBLE

- got dumped 2 times more than the others someone pls help him

- the most brave tho

- doesn't hiss a lot :/ free him from this madness let him hiss

- he's like a puppy with giant yellow eyes except it's a 6000 years old snake demon that lies all the time

- protective as hell this man wouldn't let anyone near Aziraphale if possible

- got called dear but at what cost??????????????

Book Aziraphale:

- Anxious all the time, religious trauma except the god is your father and he left you and never talk to you again and the guard angels are your siblings and they want you do be dead

- He's so soft he wants so bad to comfort Crowley but he's really hard to reach

- his Crowley is the most difficult of all of them, he needs to circle him a lot to get in touch

- this man got called names so often I don't think he even cares anymore

- he's very nerdy

- he's the calmest of them all

- really chill

- everyone is so mean to him for no reason

- he has 1 braincell tbh and it's really bad bc his Crowley is not that brilliant too they're both stupid sometimes

- he really REALLY wants to be with Crowley and Crowley only, he sounds almost obligated to be with heaven

- he is really kind to others even when they don't deserve

- he called Crowley dear once and then implode

Radio Aziraphale:

- full of himself

- bastard

- the most closed and oblivious of them all

- he tries to play cool with Crowley all the time (he's slowly getting insane and someday he will jump on this man)

- he's the most self sufficient one he barely holds on Crowley to anything and they're pretty independent

- Crowley can say shit like "Miss me angel~~??" and he would keep a bored face and not react at all (he screamed with the walls 4 hours later)

- he's also a tsudere collegial but he at least try to look cool and composed in public

- he's the Aziraphale that most believes in heaven, he's sure they are good and selfless and the right side

- he's not so brilliant tbh but he got a lot of spirit

- the most active Aziraphale ?? He really put his hand in the dirt and do the things alone

- the most angry and bad tempered of them all, bro scream "WE ARE CLOSED LOOK AT THE DAMN SIGN" when ppl barely touch the bookshop door

- he has a lot of patience with Crowley, not deserved tbh bc he thinks it's his personal job to get in Aziraphale's nerves

- overall he is polite

- he's really proud of their "arrangement" there not only one chance he let go without saying that

- he likes to provoke Crowley sometimes too but not as much as the other way around

- if he ever call Crowley dear he will explode

TV Aziraphale:

- bitchiest

- this man need to be sedated what the fuck Aziraphale

- most nuts of then all he's CRAZY

- he's the most up to do shit with Crowley they're insane together

- he doesn't let Crowley rest he is flirting and being cute and hitting on Crowley all the time

- he's so obviously in love with Crowley its embarrassing

- he's the fruitiest he's the entire salad

- the most... indulgent, if I can say, of them all

- more like an employer of heaven, different of book Aziraphale

- he's the only one with almost white hair

- he got kissed but at what cost

- he's the most intelligent of all of them how can he be this dumb

- he loves little things about earth and humans and life and he seems to be the Aziraphale that most love EARTH itself, like, the life, the humans, the food, the little pleasures we have, the little time of happiness we have between all the shit that is happening... he really loves humans <3

- he's conflicted about heaven, he seems to know that there's something WRONG with how heaven works but still doesn't understand what exactly it is

- "oh but saving me makes him soooo happyyyy~~~"

- overall kind and sweet, in a excited way

#good omens #good omens 2 #aziracrow #crowley #Aziraphale #radio omens #good omens radio #good omens book #thats my opinion #more like some thoughts i have been collecting since im hearing radio omens #not really accurate #does this count as character study????#lol I think not #maybe i have a preference for radio Aziraphale i wrote so much more about him and ended up erasing it all bc it made me look insane #shit its 2 am I'm so sleepy

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unclewaynemunson · 1 year

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Steve believes he was meant to stay in Hawkins forever. College should've been his ticket out and it wasn't. And now, he can't really picture himself going anywhere else anymore. It's his home, even if everyone else keeps leaving. It starts with Robin and Nancy, both off to college in the summer of '86. Then the younger kids follow, three years later, all destined for great things and big nerdy science careers. And Steve knows for a fact that Eddie will leave, too, sooner rather than later. All the desolated rooms in his parents’ big house will become even emptier than before, now that they’re marked with the memories of how they were once filled with laughter and good company.

So yeah, when Eddie announces on his 25th birthday that he can't stay with his uncle forever and that he's been saving up to get his own place in Indianapolis, it doesn't come as a surprise for Steve.

'I wanna ask you something, but you can say no,' Eddie continues. He sounds oddly earnest. They're sitting on the porch of the trailer, cross-legged opposite of each other. 'Do you wanna come with me?'

'Come with you - as in, move to - to Indy?' Steve stammers, thinking he either misheard or misunderstood what Eddie was saying.

But Eddie nods.

'What would I be doing in Indy?'

Eddie shrugs. 'I dunno. Maybe Family Video can relocate you. Or you could, like, reinvent yourself.' He hesitates, then continues, 'I mean, what's left for you in Hawkins, really? I know you wanted to stay here as long as the kids were still around, but now... What's keeping you here?'

He's right, of course. To Steve, Hawkins has become just as empty as those rooms in his parents' house.

Eddie leans closer towards Steve. 'Wanna know a secret?' he asks, his eyes wide and almost glowing in the light of the setting sun. 'I was planning on leaving years ago. But I didn't wanna go without you.'

Steve’s heart skips a beat; he doesn’t know what to say.

'Indy's only two hours away, man,’ he blurts out after a few seconds of silence.

'One hour, if you drive like me.' Eddie shrugs, a smile on his face - but the look in his eyes is anything but casual as he continues to say, 'Still one hour too far away from you.'

Steve can't stop the most enormous smile from appearing on his face at those words. He stretches out his hand, gently touches the skin of Eddie's knee that's poking through the tear in his black jeans.

'Alright, I'll come with you,' he says. 'Wouldn't want you to miss me that much, that'd be cruel.'

Eddie snickers, slowly shakes his head while dodging Steve’s gaze. 'Whatever you say, big boy,’ he says. ‘Are you sure?'

Steve nods. ‘Yeah.’ He doesn’t even really have to think about it; it simply feels right, somewhere deep down in his gut. ‘I’m sure. I wanna come with you.’

A couple of months later, they’re both ready to relocate. Steve soon finds out that the city means freedom, anonymity, new people, new goals in life; a fresh start in every single way. It also means growing closer to Eddie in a whole new way, something which feels brand new and familiar all at once. Steve can’t get enough of it, and he knows for a fact that he always wants to be wherever Eddie is.

After Robin graduates, she makes Indianapolis her new home as well, and it doesn't take long before Nancy joins them there. Even some of the younger kids find their way to the city a few years later.

Indianapolis fits Steve and Eddie perfectly, from the adventurous years in the city center to the quieter times after they reach thirty and get a family of their own to raise in the greener outskirts of town. And after all that time, Steve finally learns that home doesn't depend on where your memories are - it's the place where you're making new ones.

#don't mind me rambling about stranger things #angst? i don't know her #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #fruity ficlet

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golbrocklovely · 6 months

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mr. fantastic // sam golbach

A/N: first off, sorry this is getting posted so late. had to make some last minute revisions. so, for this one and colby's fic later on, i need to give some slight context. basically in both of these, they are AUs were snc are corrupt ppl, or have a bit of a corruption aspect to their personalities. some of these fics are/can be seen as dark, so i totally get if you don't feel comfortable reading it. just give a good look over of the trigger warnings and see how you feel. if you do enjoy it, please lmk what you think. also this fic is very vaguely based off the boys, the tv show/comic book series. sam is a smidge (and i mean a very tiny amount) reminiscent of homelander. do with that information as you will. happy haunting!

prompt: everyone around you loves sam, or as he's commonly known as - mr. fantastic. but you can see right through his facade. but when he starts winning over your friends, you know something is going on, and it's not good. || AU!superhero!sam x fem!reader

trigger warning: SMUT, enemies-to-lovers, you used to have a crush on sam in high school and now he's a superhero, superhero!sam, corrupt!sam, twist ending, i would say a hint of dubcon (but y/n never says no or stop, but just to be on the safe side i'm letting yall know), manipulation via powers and magical handcuffs (it will make sense in the story lol), hate fucking/rough sex, unprotective sex, cursing, mentions of: babygirl, slut, good girl, my girl, baby, degrading language

word count: 6769

I couldn't stand him, or anyone else like him. Everyone praised the ground he walked on, but me? Every time I saw him, he made me sick to my stomach.

Well, maybe not sick. But I did hate seeing his dumb, stupid face.

You would think with superheroes becoming known to the public, life would get easier. Crime would go down, more criminals would be off the streets, and the overall quality of life would skyrocket. But that just wasn't factually accurate. Did you know in my city alone, the crime rate has gone up 25% since last year? And what exactly are the superheroes doing about it? Causing more destruction and chaos. I swear, bad things only truly started happening once they came out to the public all those years ago.

The only saving grace I had in my life was that I wasn't alone in my feelings towards superheroes. I had my two best friends, Macie and Rachel, and they both felt the same way I did. Especially towards the best-known superhero in our city, Mr. Fantastic. His real name was Sam Golbach, and I hated him deeply.

He and I had history, you could say. We both went to the same high school. We were both nerdy, and just overall losers. We graduated and moved away to the same city, and then a couple years ago, all of a sudden, he is shown on the news as the newest superhero to save us. It made no sense to me because I remember him from high school. He never had powers. And there's no way that he, the guy that got shoved into lockers and made fun of for being a band nerd, would have tolerated being bullied like that if his powers were super strength and flight. And not only that, but the way the news describes his upbringing: it's all a lie! They paint him to be this all-American boy. They say he was a jock and just a bit shy for most of his life until finally growing into his powers at 19. Most superheroes get their powers by 16, so that alone should be telling that something is off with him. But no. Everyone just believes the lies he tells them. And that is why I hate him.

I may also hate him because I had a huge crush on him in high school and he never gave me the time of day. But I mostly hate him for all of the superhero stuff, not the high school bullshit.

Mostly.

It was like any other normal Tuesday in our office. Our manager, Sally, would bring in donuts, George would make some comment about the week moving too slowly, and around ten o'clock we would all have to stop working to watch the daily superhero news. It was mandatory in our office, as our jobs revolved around fixing superheroes’ fuck ups.

It was almost ten, and we all sat around the flatscreen hanging in the middle of one of our bigger conference rooms, waiting for the news to begin. I glanced around, noticing that Rachel wasn't in. I furrowed my brow, leaning towards Macie.

"Have you seen Rach?" I asked.

She shrugged, "No but I talked to her last night and she seemed fine. Maybe she's just running late or is taking a half day."

I hummed, "Maybe..."

The news turned on loudly, quieting everyone in the office. I leaned back in my chair, sighing deeply. God, please let today be a normal, boring news day.

"Hello everyone, thank you all for coming out this morning," the police commissioner nodded his head, looking at the audience that had formed outside of the precinct. "As always, we like to start with the positives and then move onto the, uh, wreckage. Please hold all questions until the end of the press conference. And now, I pass the stand to Mr. Fantastic."

A bunch of people clapped in the office, some wooing lowly. I grimaced, rolling my eyes the moment he popped on screen.

"Good morning, hello. Oh no need for cheering, thank you. You're too kind," He smiled brightly, shushing the crowd politely. "First, like I always say during these press conferences, thank you for letting me protect this city. I wouldn't know what to do with myself if I couldn't protect the lovely citizens of this place."

"You'd probably be working at a Burger King by now." I mumbled, getting close to Macie. She snickered, gazing back at the screen.

"So last night was eventful, like most nights here. I was able to stop two car jackings, and finally put an end to the mask thief that's been vandalizing all of the inner city's school buses. You can all be glad that today, your kids are riding on safe, clean transit." Sam pointed, giving his trademark wink and smile.

I groaned, lulling my head back in the chair. Could this day get any more boring?

"I also have some fantastic news to share with you all," He chuckled, the crowd following suit. "I saved a special young woman from a purse nabbing and possible assault last night around 2:30. Now as you all know, I know many of the people I save like to remain anonymous, but this one really wanted to let you all know how she felt. And of course, I just can't say no to any of you. So please, allow me to give her the floor." He let out another laugh, backing away from the mic. I glanced at the clock, realizing only five minutes had passed. God must have been punishing me, specifically.

Suddenly, everyone in the room gasped, Macie being the loudest. She slapped my leg, pointing at the tv. I turned and my eyes widened at the sight. Rachel, with tears welling up in her eyes, stood at the podium, smiling brightly. "Thank you all. I just wanted to say that Mr. Fantastic," she turned to him giving him a sensual gaze, "Sam, is one of the best superheroes around. This man saved my life, and I couldn't be more grateful for him. He is amazing and so handsome, and this city should be thankful to have a man like him. I love you, Sam. Thank you so much."

She reached over, giving him a huge hug. He accepted her embrace, allowing her to run her hands almost up and down his body too many times.

My mouth dropped open, unable to comprehend what I was watching. Rachel hated Sam just as much as I did. Literally last week she wished a car would fall out of the sky and squish him because he held up her commute stopping a supervillain from breaking out of the state prison. And now she was on tv, basically ready to suck his dick, because he saved her!

Macie and I looked at each other, knowing we needed to talk to Rach as soon as possible. I sent Rach a quick text, telling her to meet us at our usual lunch spot.

~~~~

My eyes narrowed at Rachel, her smile irritating me. "Please, repeat the story one more time for me."

"Okay, if I must," she giggled. "Last night I went to the corner store because I was craving some ice cream. As I was walking home, a man rushed me and stole my purse. I tried to chase after him but couldn't catch him. He ran across the street, and out of the shadows... there was Sam. He swooped in, grabbed the man, roughed him up, and got my purse back to me. God, it was seriously so hot to see him in action like that."

Rach lightly fanned herself, and I had to hold back my vomit.

"So, he saved you, gave you your purse back. And then what?" Macie questioned.

She continued, "He walked me home and... I woke up this morning knowing I had to thank him for saving my life. So on my way to work, I stopped by the police station, saw him and begged him to let me speak at the conference."

I blinked hard, "He didn't save your life. You weren't threatened. Some random dude just stole your purse."

She pouted, "Yeah, but he saved me so much hassle of having to call my credit card companies and tell them to shut everything off and having to get a new I.D.-"

I jumped in, "I get that, and I'm not trying to downplay it, but like.... last week you wanted a car to fall out of the sky on top of him."

"And the week before that we betted on the subway crushing him between the tracks during that pipe burst. What's changed?" Macie argued, taking a sip of her coffee.

"He saved me," she stated plainly, with a soft smile. "You know, I think we've been so focused on this idea of him that I think if we got to really know him, we would know he's a great guy."

"Have you forgotten that he is lying to the public about his upbringing and reputation? Or the fact any time he saves someone, there is destruction in his wake that our company has to clean up, causing our jobs to be more difficult?" I scowled at her, unable to hold back.

She rolled her eyes hard, "Oh, come off it, Y/N. The only reason you care about that is because he rejected you in high school and you're too hung up on it."

"Excuse me?" I deadpanned.

Rach crossed her arms defiantly. "You heard me. I will no longer be a part of your rain-on-Sam parade. He is an amazing man. And a great superhero."

"Even if any of that were true, you gotta admit that this 180 you're doing is weird. You fucking hated him last night." Macie argued.

"And now I want to marry him." Rach smirked.

My eyes widened, "What the fuck did you just say?"

"If you want me to be honest, I'll say it. I think he is the man of my dreams and everything I could hope for in a partner. I want him, and I hope he'll have me." She turned to Macie, almost giggling, "I slipped him my number at the conference."

"You can't be fucking serious, Rach." I groaned.

"I just know he’s great in the bedroom..." Rach thought out loud.

"Oh... so you've completely lost it. Good to know." I remarked, taking a quick sip of my coffee.

"Don't be jealous of our love. Maybe one day he'll save you too." She quipped.

I laughed sarcastically, "I would rather get crushed by a car, thanks."

~~~~

Two weeks had passed since Rach's incident with Sam. We hadn't been talking to one another all that much, just casual conversation in passing. Maybe she was right to some extent. Maybe I was holding onto this hatred for Sam just because he didn't care about my existence back when we were kids. I should let it go, and stop being such a hater.

At least, I thought that way, until this morning.

I had tunnel vision as I glared at the tv, unable to peel my eyes away as I watched the news. Another press conference. Another day of kissing Sam's ass. But this time, he again introduced another woman that wanted to thank him publicly. And this time... it was Macie.

Her spiel was the same, her mannerisms almost identical to Rach's speech. I watched, my mouth a gaped, as she thanked Sam profusely for saving her from the purse nabber. She leaned up and kissed his cheek multiple times, her hands gripping the collar of his shirt desperately.

You've got to be fucking kidding me. There's no way that this was actually happening. Something fishy was going on, and it had everything to do with Sam. I fucking knew he was trouble. I just needed to get proof.

I met with Macie alone at our usual spot. I begged her to tell me everything in detail, and her story was eerily similar to Rachel's.

"So a guy stole your purse as you left some club, Sam got it back to you, walked you home, and then you woke up today knowing you had to tell the world how great he is." I reiterated her story, annoyed.

"Exactly. He really is truly a fantastic guy." She snorted, rolling her eyes, "Oh my God, sorry. Such a bad pun."

"Yeah... that." I blinked, holding in my rage. "So, you don't happen to feel the same way as Rach, tho, right? Like... you're not in love with him?"

She thought about it for a moment, "I do think he's amazing, and I would love to be married to him... So I guess you could say yeah. I am in love. Am I blushing?"

I sighed deeply, "What exactly changed? I know he saved you, or your purse, and that's great. I'm so happy he did that. But what exactly made you wake up today and feel this need to wish to have his children?"

"I don't know. It's like... this light just switched off in my head. I just feel that deep down in my soul, I want to be his. And I really hope he'll have me." She smiled dreamily.

Hearing her say almost the exact same thing as Rach made my composure crack. "Do you hear yourself? You want to be his?! He is a douchey superhero who makes our jobs harder, and not to mention barely does anything to actually help the crime rate in this city! He got you your purse back, and all of sudden you want to... be his? You can't be serious."

She shook her head, glaring. "You know, I think Rach was right. You are jealous of the love he and I share, all because he rejected you."

"He didn't even reject me! He didn't know I existed! There's a difference," I took a breath, trying to calm down. "You don't think it's odd that all of sudden you want to have his children? You don't even want to have kids."

Macie ignored me, continuing her argument. "Either way, you come across really bitter and I hope if he comes to save you, you change your attitude. To be held in his arms would be a dream come true."

She stood up dramatically, leaving the restaurant in a huff.

~~~~

After the shitty month I had, I needed to buy some alcohol to drink my troubles away. Rach and Macie hadn't talked to me since their "savings", so work had become even more tedious and annoying. And now, it seemed like I was the only one in the office that didn't like Sam. Morale had really gone up once he saved two of our coworkers, and I had to quietly sit there, pretending I did despise the man or the situation as a whole.

As I walked home from the liquor store, I noticed how quiet the streets had become as I got closer to my apartment. It was like anyone that was out on the street moments ago disappeared. There were sirens off in the distance and the light rumble of the subway underneath the streets. The low buzz of the street light above me caught my eye, and as I looked up, the light flickered. A chill ran up my spine suddenly.

Okay, maybe I was just freaking myself out for no reason.

A body slammed into mine from behind, almost knocking me flat on the ground. A man wrestled my bag out of my hand, sprinting off down the street.

"You've gotta be fucking kidding me!" I screamed. I began to chase after him, my speed not even remotely catching up to him.

My thoughts swirled of all the things I had in that bag. My wallet, my phone, and my key to get into my apartment. I groaned loudly, annoyed.

Where the fuck were any of the superheroes when you needed them?

The man ducked into an alleyway, a loud crash coming from there. I ran to where he was, finding him passed out in the street. His nose had blood running down it, like someone punched him. My purse was nowhere in sight.

"Are you looking for this?" A voice said from behind me.

I spun on my heels, coming face-to-face with Mr. Fantastic himself, Sam.

I opened my mouth to speak but was unable to say anything. I had so much I wanted to say, but couldn't decide on what.

"No need to be shocked, miss. I know, superheroes are a lot to take in." He smiled softly.

Hearing his voice brought me out of my stupor. "That's not why I'm shocked. You kinda just... came out of nowhere."

His face dropped, surprised by my tone. "Oh..."

We stood there awkwardly for a moment, both unsure what to say next.

He reached out, my purse in his hand. "Um, here you go, Miss...?"

"Y/N. My name is Y/N." I stated.

"What a beautiful name for a beautiful girl." He complimented me.

"Thanks, I guess," I mumbled. "And thank you for getting my purse back. It means a lot."

"It's all in a day's work. Or night's technically." His well-known laugh escaped his lips.

I blinked, slowly walking away from him, "Yeah.... Anyway, I gotta get back home. It's late, and I wanna get drunk."

"Oh, well, why don't I walk you home?" He asked, keeping in step with me.

"I don't think there's any need to." I argued politely.

"No, let me. It's clearly unsafe on these streets." Sam responded.

"Well, you just stopped the purse nabber... again. For the third time. Maybe this time he can finally get arrested." I smiled bitterly, trying not to sound it.

"The police have already been called and they are on their way. So, why don't I walk you home?" He stopped in front of me, looking me in the eyes genuinely. "I will be worried if I don't make sure you get there safely."

I exhaled, "...Okay, fine."

I walked home silently, not wanting to speak to Sam. He stepped in time with me, never speaking. I almost forgot he was with me, until he cleared his throat once or twice.

I pointed up at my building, pulling my keys out to go inside, "Well, we're here. Thanks for walking me home, I gotta get upstairs and get to drinking. So, goodbye."

"Wait, before you go up, can I ask you something?" He queried.

I squeezed my eyes shut, opening them again and turning back to him. "Sure, I guess."

He crossed his arms, cocking his head. "How did you know I stopped the purse nabber before? Those were such minor crimes I solved; I'm surprised anyone would remember them."

"Well, you didn't really solve the crime since clearly the man never got put away." I retorted; my voice sickeningly sweet.

Sam raised an eyebrow at me, waiting for me to answer his previous question.

"My friends were the two you saved." I deadpanned.

"Oh really, what a small world." He pursed his lips in thought, "Their names were... Rachel and Macie, correct?"

"Yep, them exactly." I nodded.

"They were kinda like you, in a way." He mentioned.

I furrowed my brow, "What do you mean by that?"

His tone shifted. It was no longer the public persona one he used on the news. Now, it was more... casual. Equally as snarky as mine. "They too didn't like me. Or were a little... snippy with me."

Oh, well if you wanna play like that... "Yeah, and weirdly now, they want your babies."

He faux-gasped. "What a strange turn of events."

"I guess you changed their minds. How exactly did you do that?" I glared at him, accusatory.

"My charming personality." He smirked.

"Right." I jeered.

"I mean, if you really want to know the answer, let me into your apartment," his voice was almost sultry, his eyes mischievous. "Let me have one drink with you."

I narrowed my gaze at him, blinking slowly. "You're serious."

"100%. But I mean, if you don't want to know, then I can just leave." He pointed to the street, backing away.

"No, you can come up." I felt this overwhelming sensation that I had made a grave mistake, but I continued. "But if for even a second you make me uncomfortable, I have every right to resend your invitation."

"You know I'm not a vampire, right?" Sam snickered. "I'll respect your wishes regardless, but you can't just kick me out that easily."

"Okay fine, if you don't get out of my house when I say so, I'll stab you. Got it?" I grinned crazily.

He raised an eyebrow playfully, "Feisty... Sure, I hear you loud and clear."

We walked up to my place, my eyes catching his form out of the corner of my eye. What the hell was I even doing? Why was I inviting this asshole to my apartment?

I mean, I know why. But God, I just hope this ends quickly.

I cleared my throat as we both stepped in. Sam glanced around my apartment, giving a soft whistle. "Fan-cy."

I rolled my eyes, knowing he was joking. "Well, some of us aren't government paid employees with apartments in skyrises."

"You are a very defensive person. Do you always feel like you're being attacked, or is that just your general tone with me?" He shot back.

"I guess you just bring it out of me." I popped the bottle of whiskey open, the sound reverberating as I smiled bitterly. I poured two cups, dropping a cube into both.

"You're into whiskey, huh?" He gave me a quick once over, "That's kinda sexy."

"No one asked." I raised my glass, "Cheers."

"To new beginnings." He toasted.

"Sure..." I took a long sip, the whiskey burning a little extra hard.

He let out a light cough. "Hooo, that's has a kick."

"So, are you gonna tell me how or why my friends all of sudden started liking you or not?" I asked coldly.

"You don't mess around." He chuckled.

"I only invited you up here for that reason." I replied honestly.

"It wasn't to sleep with me?" He hummed, "I'm surprised."

"I wouldn't sleep with you if you were the last man on Earth." I spat.

"Well, thank God I'm not." He quipped.

I placed my hands on my hips, annoyed. "So... the reason?"

Sam walked over to my living room, taking in everything. His eyes scanned my bookshelves, stopping suddenly. "Hey, how do you have this?"

I glanced up at the ceiling, hoping God could feel my glare from down here. "Have what?"

He pulled a book out, its green and white cover I knew all too well. "This yearbook. This is the school I went to, the year I graduated."

My heart dropped and I raced over to him, "Hey that's mine!"

He flew across the room easily, flipping through the book. "God, I haven't seen this in so long. But again, how did you get this?"

"Give it back to me." I demanded, stomping up to him.

"Wait a second. Is this you?" He opened up to a page with my high school portrait, little writings around it from friends of mine from back then.

I felt a rush of heat to my cheeks, making me speechless. I yanked the book out of his hands, going back to the bookshelf.

"You went to my high school. Wait, Y/N...." He gasped suddenly, "I remember you! Wow, you got a lot hotter."

"Thanks. Can't say the same for you." I grunted, hating how warm my face felt.

He spun me around, his eyes staring into mine. "Now, there's no need to lie to me."

"You don't understand personal space, do you?" I bitched, trying to push him back.

He barely moved; his eyes unchanging. "Am I not allowed to be close to you? Do I make you nervous or something?"

"No, I just hate your presence." I did my best to hide the shakiness in my voice, my body hitting the edge of my window and radiator.

"Strangely, you are the only woman that's like that." He jested, "Is it because you're hiding a crush or some-"

"No!" I cleared my throat, huffing. "No. I don't have a crush on you."

For a second it looked like he moved, his face holding back a smile. "Can you say that again for me?"

"I definitely have a crush on you." I breathed, my brain feeling like it buffered for a second. Why the fuck did I just say that?

He backed away, cocking his head. "Oh you do? Glad you could admit it."

"I wasn't admitting anything. I was just joking, and the joke is that I've had feelings for you since high school." I gasped, "What the fuck?!"

He teased, "I'm so happy you feel comfortable telling me the truth."

"Why am I saying this?" I whispered to myself.

He pointed down to my hand, "It probably has something to do with the handcuffs I put on you."

"Wha-?" I glanced down, and sure enough one of my wrists was handcuffed to the radiator by my window.

"You gotta be a bit more observant than that." He laughed sincerely, lounging on my couch.

I let out a ragged breath, pissed. "How the fuck did you-"

"Those handcuffs are really only meant to be used by me on criminals, that way they confess. But sometimes I like to use it for more..." He gazed at me longingly, "spicier reasons."

"You're a fucking creep." I hissed.

"And you're into it." He snapped.

"Yes I am." Oh my God...

He bit his lip, pleased at my answer. "So, your friends actually told me, without needing the handcuffs B-T-W, that you had a crush on me since high school. And now seeing you, I remember who you are. You were just as nerdy as me."

"Oh, at least you're admitting that now. Why, because there's no cameras around to lie to?" I sassed, pulling at the handcuffs.

"Hey, it's not a lie that I tell. I just... fib a bit." He settled into my couch, fluffing up one of the pillows, "I did play sports, so that would qualify me as a jock."

I scoffed, "Ping-pong is barely a sport."

"Says you," he grumbled. "But that can't be the only reason you hate me slash love me."

"I don't love you." I stated honestly.

"Oh, but you will," Sam uttered lowly. “You still didn't answer my question though. So, is it really just the crush bullshit?"

"No. It's not just that," I started. "You lied, not only about your upbringing. But your powers. You didn't have them in high school. You got bullied just as much as me, if not more so. If you had super strength, you would have kicked Joe's shins in."

He chuckled mockingly. "God, are you, like, obsessed with me? How do you know so much?"

"Joe bullied me too, dumbass. I'm not obsessed with you, I just don't understand you at all. And I know you're a liar. And I try to use those reasons to hide the feelings I still have," I groaned, pulling at the handcuffs more. "Jesus Christ get these handcuffs off!"

"Not yet," Sam commented. "So... you are right. I do lie, in a lot of ways, to the general public. Sometimes I throw in extra crimes I 'solved' during the night, when usually I'm just chilling at the 24-hour Taco Bell."

I gaped, "I fucking knew it!"

He sat up, sitting on the edge of the couch. "Jokes on you, it's actually the 24-hour Wendys."

"Why do you lie? People love you. There's no need to pretend." I argued.

"Ahh, but there is. I have a lot riding on me to be one of the best superheroes around." He remarked.

I hid my eye roll. "Like what?”

"You're right about one thing. I didn't have superpowers in high school. I wasn't born a superhero. When we graduated, an up-and-coming bio-tech company, Malusvir, reached out to random people asking if they wanted to be part of a study for $50k. I thought, I have no idea what I'm doing with my life, might as well go see what's up. Go be a guinea pig for some money." Sam shook his head, his anger brewing, "Come to find out, they were testing out if they could grow superheroes."

"What the fuck?" I squeaked.

"I was injected a whole lot of times with... something. And while I was basically comatose for months, all of a sudden, superheroes started bursting on the scene. The government was finally letting them out of the bag, and they were allowing all heroes to sign up to become part of the Superheroes Task Force." Sam stood up, starting to pace. "When I awoke, I was one of the only ones that survived the trial run. This company ended up getting bought out by the government, and they covered it up by going bankrupt and saying they were making chemical weapons, which isn't technically wrong."

"Does the government know about you being... home grown?" I inquired.

"No. The bio-tech company used an alias for all of us, so no one found out. And the secrets disappeared with the CEO when he flew out of the country back to his home country and mysteriously died. I'm pretty sure he's just hiding. Or was killed for what he knew." He informed, his eyes almost glazing over.

"Why are you telling me all of this?" I questioned, confused.

"Because no one will believe you." He replied softly, his voice taking me back. Then, he switched back into his cocky self. "So... that's my story. But back to you, how long were you into me?"

"Since junior year." I confessed.

"You liked 17-year-old me?" He winced, "Oof, now that's a choice."

"So was that haircut." I quipped lightheartedly.

He leaned towards me, whispering. "And those cargo shorts."

I snickered, and he smiled genuinely for the first time.

A silence fell over us for a moment, then he looked up at me and asked nonchalantly. "So... do you wanna fuck?"

I choked, "What?"

"Is it really that surprising of a question? You're into me, and I find you hot," his eyes snaked down my body. "Especially handcuffed."

I stammered, "I-I don't-"

"Look, if you don't want to, understandable. I am a bit of a dick. But let me put it to you this way, have sex with me and get all that anger out that you feel towards me." He stepped closer to me, teasingly. "A good hate fucking helps out everyone involved, really."

I breathed, "You're insane."

"Or, if you have sex with me, and I'm bad... you can brag to your friends that I suck." He offered.

I sucked in a deep breath, already knowing my answer. "You raise a good point there."

"So, will you let me make you feel good or no?" He wrapped an arm around me tightly, bringing his face close. Our bodies were pressed together, my heart speeding up. "Do you wanna fuck me or not?"

"Yes I do." I admitted.

"See, and I didn't have to keep the handcuffs on you for you to tell the truth." He raised up his hand showing the cuffs, smirking.

I scoffed, shoving him back. "You are such a dick."

"And you love every second of it." He taunted, back up to the couch.

"I do, I can't lie." I bit my lip, staring at his mouth.

He sat down, pulling me towards him. "Go ahead, sweetheart. Fuck me like you hate me."

I straddled his lap, grinding down on him as our mouths connected. He shoved his tongue into my mouth, a moan falling from my lips. He gripped my ass, pushing me down more onto his lap. I yanked on his hair, digging my nails into his scalp and chest.

He winced, chuckling darkly as he pulled away from our kiss. "Oh you like it rough, baby?"

"Yeah." I smirked.

"Well good," he bunched up my shirt, tearing it away from my body suddenly. The ripping fabric fell apart in his hands and he chuckled darkly. I gasped loudly, a pleasurable chill running down my spine. "Me too."

I whined, "I liked that shirt."

"I don't care." He slammed his lips back onto mine quickly, taking my breath away. He nibbled on my lip, our teeth clashing together from the intensity of the kiss. I grinded myself against his growing bulge, my wet panties pressing into my sex achingly. I hadn't even realized how hot and bothered he had made me, but I wasn't complaining. I needed this, and clearly so did he.

We removed our clothes desperately, needing each other. He sat back against my couch, gazing up at me hungrily.

"God, your body is killing me." He grunted, "Give it to me."

I settled back down onto his lap, my sex grazing his leaking cock. Our breaths stifled, hitching at the feeling of our bodies being so close and so bare. I lined up my hips, slowly taking in every inch of his dick.

Breathy moans fell from my lips, his groans almost covering up my sounds. Once he was completely inside of me, we stared into each other's eyes intensely.

He began moving his hips, his eyes never leaving mine. "How's it feel, baby? Riding the dick of someone you hate."

"I love it." I whimpered.

"Of course you do. You take me so well, babygirl." He grinned.

I grimaced, "Ew, don't call me that."

"I'll call you whatever I want to, and you'll enjoy every second of it." He slapped my ass hard, pushing into me harder, "Won't you?"

"Yeah, I will." I laughed, moving up and down on his cock, "Fuck, you are so annoying."

His voice was raspy as he glared at me, "Oh, I am? Well, you ain't any better."

I snickered, "Nice comeback, nerd."

He grabbed my face, forcing me to look into his eyes. He pounded into me faster, "Nice cunt, slut. Take this dick."

"Oh my God, fuck yes Sam!" I whined.

I bounced up and down on his cock, his hips meeting with mine, making him go deeper and deeper each time. Sweat slid down our bodies, the room rising in temperature from our movements.

His lips brushed against my ear, nibbling along my neck. "Baby, baby, do you wanna know something? I forgot to tell you something."

I groaned, displeased. "Do you know how to not fucking talk?"

"But babygirl, I think this is really important. You'll want to hear it." He hummed, his thrusts stopping.

"What? What is it?" I slowed my hips, my pussy quivering around him, needing more.

He let out a breathy laugh, pushing my hair out of my face. "So, I forgot one major detail when I told you about the bio-tech company that made me the way I am."

I rolled my eyes, not interested in this conversation at all, "What did you forget to tell me?"

"Malusvir..." The lights behind Sam's eyes dimmed, his face dropping. "They weren't making superheroes."

My heart skipped a beat, my eyes fluttering, "What do you me-"

His hand wrapped around my throat quickly, squeezing tightly. My breath hitched, and Sam began to pound into me again, his hips picking back up the pace they were at once before.

"You are such a silly, dumb girl. Your friends were just as dumb as you. Maybe even dumber." His almost sinister gaze sent shivers of pleasure down my spine as his grip tightened.

I held onto his shoulders, my heart rate picking up as he made it harder to breathe. "S-Sam, fuck."

"You wanna know how I got your friends to fall in love with me?" He pressed his mouth against my ear, whispering harshly. "I fucked them. Just like I'm fucking you. All three of you were so desperate and needy for this dick. But you? God, you're so much sexier."

I shook my head, "You're fucking joking..."

"No, I'm not. And yet, even as I tell you this, you're still riding me." Sam smirked, growling, "God, aren't you pathetic? Your crush runs real deep. Just like my cock."

"Fuck you." I spat.

"Fuck you right back." He leaned in again, biting my earlobe and neck. "I could literally feel you squeeze around me when I called you pathetic. Don't pretend you don't like this."

I tried ignoring him, but he was right. My body reacted to him saying it again, throbbing around him. "How did you make them-"

"Love me? Pheromones, mostly. Thanks to all of those..." His eyes closed tightly as he got lost in thought. "Injections. Fuuuck. God, you make it hard to think sweetheart."

He had to be lying. He had to be fucking with me. "So they fucked you, and that made them fall in love with you? But Rach said-"

“I fucked them but made it so they can't tell anyone. They remember it, but will never say a word. No one would believe them anyway." He winked, releasing his hand from my neck and sliding it down my body to my clit. "Oh baby, you are in for a world of change once you come. Or once I come inside of you."

"S-Shut up Sam. Shit, fuck yeah..." I let out a breathy moan, my hips stuttering. His cock was hitting the right spot repeatedly, his thumb rubbing my clit gently, making it hard to do anything but whine. "You're just fucking with me."

"Believe what you want to, Y/N. In the end, you're gonna be mine." His lustful blue eyes bore into mine, his voice husky as he continued fucking me. "My girl to use whenever I want to. My girl that gets love drunk on my cock. Aren't you excited for that? Don't you want that? To be my little plaything forever?"

"Yeaahhh," I mewled. My eyes widened, realizing what I said. "Fuck, h-how did you-"

"It's already happening. You can't stop it now. But you don't want to, either. Take this dick more and more, slut." He gripped my hips, slamming me down onto him over and over again. My brain grew quiet, mindless. All I could think of was his leaking cock deep within me and needing him to come inside of me. I needed his come. I needed him.

"Aww, baby. You're in love, aren't you? You love me, don't you?" He mocked, a feign innocent smile on his face.

I tried shaking my head. I was not in love with him. But my body didn't listen to me anymore.

I nodded my head, unable to stop myself. My heart surged, a wave of adoration washing over me as I took in Sam's face. God, he was so handsome, even more so when he was fucking me. I cried out in pleasure, my hips bucking hastily.

He bit his lip, his head falling back against the couch. "Good girl. You're my good girl. Forever."

"Forever." I repeated, my heart soaring.

"Who's are you? Tell me." He ordered, his eyes staring into mine.

"Yours." I whined wantonly.

He sped up his actions, fucking me faster and deeper. "Say it again."

Borderline sobbing, I stuttered out, "I'mmmm youuurss."

"Again!" He yelled, rubbing my clit harder.

"I'm yours, Sam!" I panted, bouncing on his dick as fast as I could.

"That's it, baby. You're so close. Get close for me!" He shouted darkly.

I begged desperately, my body overwhelmed, "Fuck Sam, please! Let me come! I fucking need it! I need you."

"That's right babygirl." He grabbed my neck again, growling, "Fucking come! Come for me!"

I exploded in ecstasy, my brain turning off as I came the hardest I ever had before. My body took over, my hips rutting against Sam's. My nails dug into his arm and shoulder, holding onto him for dear life as I rode him through my orgasm. Suddenly, he came inside of me, his groans thundering off the walls of my apartment. His hips bucked into me with abandon, pounding me once more before dropping back down onto the couch. I felt his cum leak out of my cunt, sliding down my inner thigh. Our bodies collapsed against one another, completely spent.

As I passed out, the last thing I heard was a small whisper that escaped his lips. "Mine."

#sam golbach #sam golbach fic #sam golbach fanfic #sam golbach fanfiction #sam golbach oneshot #sam golbach one shot #sam golbach smut #sam golbach x reader #golbrocklovely's 13 nights of halloween

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r3medialch8os · 9 months

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so since u guys liked that i did this with remedial chaos theory i will now also be doing this for epidemiology.

the most incredible thing about this episode is that it is in fact Not merely an homage like most concept episodes are; it actually happens. a zombie epidemic For Real takes place at greendale. it's not a gimmick or a game or a way to frame the plot. the actual conflict is derived from the fact that people are zombies and the study group need to outrun them/turn them back. how often can you say that a sitcom incorporates a storyline like this and sincerely pulls it off? never.

the emotional tension in this episode is framed around troy/abed/jeff and the dichotomy of being a nerd vs. being cool, which respectively get attributed the qualities of caring about the people around you who have turned into zombies or wanting to run and escape from the zombies without trying to help. abed and jeff's costumes are both pointed out in the beginning receiving clear denotations of 'lame' and 'too cool to care' and therefore their positions in the conflict are cemented. the episode has a push-pull with troy being the moving factor, having to decide what he thinks is most important. he gets swayed in the beginning by two girls rejecting him over his costume and jeff mentioning how expensive his suit is. he changes from his ripley costume into a 'sexy dracula'. abed spends the whole episode trying to get troy back to his side, even saying "what defines a nerd? committing to an awesome halloween costume with your best friend?" troy is eventually 'turned back' into his nerdy self (perhaps a zombie metaphor itself, keeping in tone with the theme of the episode) because jeff cares more about his suit getting dirty than surviving the herd of zombies.

a crucial part of the episode is that it is soundtracked by abba music playing from the dean's playlist. now, who would i be if i didn't investigate significant music choices connected to scenes? first up and probably the most important one: s.o.s. is used in the background of a scene where abed confronts troy about changing costumes. troy insults him and walks away. the lyrics are: 'you seemed so far away, though you were standing near. you made me feel alive, but something died, i fear. i really tried to make it up, i wish I understood. what happened to our love? it used to be so good.' next; gimme gimme gimme plays right before the scene where chang and shirley hook up. another insane choice is at the end when troy is fighting the zombies. the whole sequence has mamma mia playing in the background Faintly. then when troy eventually gets to abed and has to fight him, the music comes in much louder with the lyrics: 'here i go again, my, my, how can i resist you?', which i think fits perfectly. the ending song fernando has the lyrics 'there was something in the air that night', both referencing the thermostat changing the zombies back and the fact that it was just an incredibly weird fucking night.

troy is dressed as ellen ripley and also kind of acts as the ripley of this episode. his journey in this as being the sole survivor and the one to eventually save greendale adheres to a common science fiction model where a life-threatening force is faced against the protagonists and they fall off in degrees, resulting in one person being left to mend everything. here specifically, it seems to mirror ripley's journey in alien (1979) as it starts with a crew that eventually gets cut down leaving only her. i thought that was really cool.

more alien tidbits, but the jumping cat scene is also inspired by it. jones the cat is an imporant figure in the first alien movie. in various scenes, members of the crew will go looking for him, then get ambushed by the titular alien and subsequently killed. it is a minor homage to the movie through yet another subtle reference. the bit is also parodying jumpscares in horror movies in general, and how they are used to cheaply amplify the tension. anyways, it's quite the multilayered joke because it also really works out of context as a bizarre comedic moment.

troy and abed's scene in the basement pays homage to princess leia and han solo's scene in the empire strikes back. the conversation in the film takes place just before han is frozen alive in carbonite by darth vader. not knowing if he’ll survive, he kisses leia, only to be torn away from her by stormtroopers. she says 'i love you,' and as he descends into chamber, han replies, 'i know.' an undeniably romantic moment, maybe one of the most memorable ones ever, is applied to troy and abed who have held reign over the emotional core of the plot for the entire episode. it's pretty special that such an iconic moment is given to them, i feel like the creators of the show wouldn't just do this sparingly. it also perfectly resolves their conflict as troy makes such a vulnerable statement and abed assuring him that he already knew, validating their bond once again.

more on troy and abed, it is pretty amazing realizing the emotional implications tied to how dire the situation was. everyone in this episode was under the direct threat of Not Surviving, and still abed sacrificed himself for troy. he knew this was for real. he couldn't be sure if they were going to make it. but i think he had enough faith in troy to aid in his escape. it's very touching. further, it's incredible that troy is willing to fight all the zombies (all his friends) but when it comes time to punch abed, he refuses to do it. he's struck by the force of their friendship, mumbling 'we're friends' defeated before eventually succumbing to his bite.

troy saving the school by controlling the temperature; nicely setting up his further plot with the ac repair school.

him being the one to escape and abed saying 'be the first black man to make it to the end' subverts the common horror trope of 'black dude dies first'. a playful way of keeping up with the horror movie theme of the episode.

also ironically this episode, which features the song mamma mia by abba, sets up a plotline in season two about shirley not knowing who the father of her new baby is, which is functionally the plot of the movie mamma mia!, a musical based on abba's music. probably a coincidence but a pretty funny one.

at the end when the army arrives, they ask the dean about witnesses. when he says he is the only witness, one of the guards reaches into his jacket, suggesting that he's pulling a gun intended to kill the dean and get rid of the witness. when they notice everyone in the school is still alive, they abandon this plan and go for 'scenario b'. kind of dark but i laugh every time that scene happens.

anyways that's all i could pull from my brain crevices for now. this episode is a genuine masterpiece, it will never ever get old and will remain to be one of the most unique sitcom episodes ever created.

#community #abed nadir #nbc community #troy barnes #troy community #abed community #trobed #trobed community #troy and abed #epidemiology #community analysis #jeff winger #six seasons and a movie #shirley bennett #britta perry #annie edison #tv show analysis

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missingexaltation · 2 years

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Here's a bit of a meta analysis on Eddie and Steve and the general jock/nerd thing. It's worth pointing out that they're still only 19/20ish so they're slightly entitled to be somewhat selfish idiots, but they're at that time of life where they're starting to grow out of it.

There's so many positive reblogs on my last but one text post (where Eddie gets involved with Steve's hobbies) and I find it so interesting that it's not really explored in fic.

I mean...Steve's trying to 'grow as a person' by embracing nerdy things and that's great! Stereotypical high school 'bully' becoming less of a douche bag.

But Eddie embracing the stereotype and doing 'normal' high school stuff? Sign me up! He's a guy that was probably bullied or harassed by the jocks for at least some part of school before he grew hard skin. He's actively (and loudly) denounced them to their faces and protected younger nerdy/outcast kids.

Of course he's going to think sports are shit. That's what those dumb, bullying morons enjoy more than anything, so it's gotta be bad, right? (Hell, you can even take it further and say that his own dad used to beat the shit out of him as a kid if he made a noise when The Game was on.)

So he's prejudiced against the jocks (for a reason, but that's not the point), all while shouting at the top of his lungs about conformity and the bullshit about being a sheep. Yet all he's doing is conforming to a different stereotype, and not really realising it.

It's not until he meets up and speaks with Chrissy that he realises he's judging her without knowing her, and quickly rectifies it by being nicer. Then she dies and he couldn't save her. She was popular and sporty...but she was sweet and nice, and didn't deserve what happened to her.

Then Steve happens. Former Poster Boy for Jocks, and yet he's not a piece of shit either. But Steve's different, he tells himself. Steve's actually a nerd in wolf's clothing. He comes to D&D even if he doesn't play. He watches Star Wars and hangs out with 'unpopular' kids. He's 'better' now. He's learned his lesson.

It doesn't occur to him that Steve's trying to change himself to fit in, and still enjoys all of his own hobbies. He just does it either in secret, or ashamed when 'caught'. So Eddie doesn't see anything wrong. He's been proven right...THE Jock is in their nerdy little group so he's completely validated.

So maybe one night they're all at the Munson's, playing D&D. Except Steve's nowhere to be seen. During a breakin the campaign, he's found in the other room with Wayne and Hopper, watching the football. And Eddie makes some comment or another about Steve backsliding into sports.

And before Steve can say anything, Wayne tells him to stop bullying Harrington into his interests, and let the poor kid enjoy the football if that's what he wants to do.

And Eddie's mortified.

He finishes the campaign for the night on autopilot, the Game ends, and everyone else goes home, oblivious to what those earlier ten seconds has done to Eddie's psyche. Wayne's sitting there with his last beer of the night, and Eddie joins him, quiet and contemplative.

'I'm not a bully.' He says. 'I'm not like my dad.'

And Wayne just looks at him, smile on his face.

'I know.' He says. 'But you can't force everyone to like only your things, son. Just because you don't like football or basketball doesn't mean your friends have to feel the same.'

And Eddie thinks about it. He thinks about it for days. Steve never really complains. Sure he makes comments now and again, but Eddie's taken that as 'Steve's jock side coming out' instead of 'Steve just being frustrated, bored and lonely'. And Eddie can't ignore the feeling that he's actually the one being a total dick right now.

Steve's learnt his lesson. Eddie hasn't.

Steve 'the former douchebag' Harrington is a great guy, and Eddie is unconsciously taking advantage of it to validate himself. He feels like shit.

So he goes to Steve and apologises. But Steve's confused. He still thinks he needs to make reparations for his high school years, like he's conforming in their group as a penance. And Eddie hates himself a little more, because what the fuck. That's what Steve thinks of himself? And Eddie's partially responsible for enabling that, for letting the kids make him feel like that.

So he apologises again, and tell Steve that he's not gong to let it slide anymore. That if he ever wants to go and do something he enjoys, Eddie's down for it. That Steve doesn't need to be at D&D if he wants to watch the sports instead.

He also stops mocking Steve's taste in music, stops trying to force his own music on everyone else, and steps in whenever any of the kids try to do the same. And pretty damn quickly, Steve starts flourishing.

He and Eddie take the kids to the basketball courts, and Steve tries to teach them how to play, before giving up and going 1v1 with Lucas while the others just bounce the spare ball between them and make up their own game. It's fun, and completely outside Eddie's comfort zone, but it's fun.

Steve gets the confidence to start negotiating Eddie's campaign nights when there's an important game on the TV. Half the kids want to watch it with Wayne, Hopper (and weirdly enough, Mrs Henderson). Eddie usually joins them but either reads his book, sits at the table painting his minis, or falls asleep on Steve's lap. Sports just don't interest him, but that's ok too.

It's compromise.

#eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie (i guess...the dynamics are there at least)#stranger things headcanon #stranger things #stranger things meta #Steve doing nerdy shot but also Eddie doing non nerdy shit #It's swings and roundabouts baby!!#(also i kind of HC Wayne as a former jock at school...He did a lot of growing up first in the army and then raising his weird nephew)#Steve deserves to enjoy his own things too...and shouldn't have to be the only one compromising #Eddie being mortified when he realises he's been (gently and unknowingly) bullying Steve is *chef's kiss*#steddie

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orbitswritings · 1 year

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human!jake sully/fem!human reader Neteyam fic is still in works, I just wanted to take a break and push myself to quickly write something in a few hours without worrying about beta readers. so here’s something really self-indulgent that i had kicking around in my brain. let me know if i should continue (i mean i do want to i just like hearing other people say it) synopsis: reader works as a pencil pusher for the RDA and finds herself in a relationship with human!Jake Sully. Their relationship is on the rocks when Jake suddenly becomes a traitor for the Na’vi, forgetting about reader. unfortunately, she’s left in a position where she cannot forget about him.

(feat. Jake the dog and reader the human) c/w warning: blink-and-you’ll-miss-it smut. and jake’s kinda an asshole for now

The last time you saw Jake was right before he turned traitor.

His visits with you were already getting more and more spared, spaced out as the months went on. In the beginning of his deployment to Pandora you two were nearly inseparable, literally, wrapped in a tangled mess of blankets in your private quarters.

You were just a pencil-pusher and file manager, tasked with handling the never-ending information and data from several departments of the RDA. One day when delivering a stack of legal papers to the lead scientist Grace, the man seated in a wheelchair next to her, named Jake Sully, took an immediate interest. You did as well, although yours was more based on wanting to know why a buff marine guy in a wheelchair was doing around the other nerdy scientists. Jake’s was more coming from below the belt.

One night while laying in bed together after a session of sex, your hand aimlessly began running up and down his arms. His biceps used to be the size of your head, now he looked frail, malnourished. His body was practically wasting away. Jake now had been at least two months into his whole Na’vi thing. Yet you didn’t know any details since he was pretty tight-lipped about it all.

“Are you getting enough rest? Do you eat enough?” You asked with concern, stroking the hair out of his sweaty face. Jake had initially arrived on Pandora with the traditional military buzzcut, but now his hair had grown out, further adding to his ragged, disheveled appearance. “If not, I can write up a document for the food storage guys to give mor-” Jake just shrugged you off, turning away from you with a grunt of “mh fine.”

You’d later realize Jake was just using you to empty out all the cum and sexual frustration he would build up while gone. Word among the staff was the female Na’vi he’d been frolicking around with over the course of the few months was proving to be a tease. Unable to stomach thinking about what he was getting up to, you instead threw yourself into your work, trying to ignore the horrendous thoughts that clouded your mind.

You wish you had the guts to confront him on what would ultimately end up being your last night together, but you were just too lonely and so happy to see him after such a long time apart that you kept your mouth shut and legs open. All to just save the moment. Next time, though, you told yourself you would confront him.

That next time never came. In that time Jake Sully and his crew knocked over the chess board, turned traitor and proceeded to fuck over everyone. The plug on the whole operation was pulled, sending everyone packing onto their ships. Well, everyone except a few of his other human allies . . . . and you.

Not that he specifically asked for you to stay on Pandora. In fact you were sure he never even gave you a thought. What happened was when all the humans were being rounded up, you managed to slip off, going into hiding. There was a small, abandoned outpost, its existence having falling out of everyone else’s minds except yours, only being known by you due to your various dealings with files. It was similar to the one Jake and his gang had been stationed to in the Himalayan mountains, difference being luck for you it was within a day of hiking distance. There, you had everything you needed (for the time being). Filtered air, canned foods, jugs of water.

But why not go with the other humans? Being put into a tube of jelly for another five years and sent back to a dying planet with your sizable paycheck waiting for you in the mail was still miles better than sitting alone in some rundown old trailer on an alien planet where everything and anything can and will kill you, all the while slowly picking away at your limited rations.

It was simple. You weren’t alone, and your growing waistline was ever so slowly revealing it. Apparently the very last time you and Jake saw each other he was kind enough to leave you with a little going away gift, entirely unbeknownst to the either of you. The cheap condoms the company supplied did have an expiration date wasn’t to be taken lightly, but Jake had been out playing Na’vi for so long he completely forgot to grab new ones.

It was a hard rule that babies couldn’t be put in cryo, and being pregnant while in cryo lacked a lot of research for any factual statements but generally it was advised to avoid it. At that point you weren’t far along at all so either you were going to be tubed, putting both you and your baby at risk, or be forced to terminate.

Of course Jake couldn’t help you. He was too busy playing blue outlaw cowboy, rounding up the remaining RDA humans to ship them back to Earth.

But now, supplies were running low, and you knew this whole ‘pregnant while solo’ thing wasn’t going to be able to last much longer. Carrying was already hard enough. Giving birth alone was more of a horror movie plot than something you actually wanted to try out for yourself. So, you made the decision to finally bite the bullet, hook up the radio, and put out a signal to the other remaining scientists.

That same night you got a response back, the scientists on the other end both very surprised that another human was still on Pandora. They already knew you and so conclude you weren’t a die-hard RDA fan, making you not a threat to their operation. In the end, a helicopter was sent your way.

You were so grateful and relieved they agreed to come get you, you just wished they had told you Norm was going to be in his avatar form when picking you up. You nearly pissed your pants from the shock and blood-chilling fear that coursed through you when a gigantic blue alien suddenly appeared, peeking through your window.

The bump of your stomach acted as an elephant in the room, everyone on the helicopter doing their best to avoid looking directly at it as if doing so would cause permanent vision damage.

It wasn’t like they knew it was Jake’s, believing you two had ended your little fling long before the possible frame of conception, so that awkward topic was luckily avoided. Of course not all hard topics were off limits. They still asked you why you were here on Pandora, the unsubtle hint being they thought they had successfully chased out all the other dirty greedy humans from their prized forest playground. You were honest and gave them your reasoning, hoping it would squash any fears of other RDA agents lurking out there. They nodded in quiet understanding. You wanted to ask about Jake, how he was, but the fear of it possibly raising any sort of questions made you bite your tongue.

#jake sully x reader #avatar x reader #avatar imagine #avatar 2009 #jake sully #weird cliffhanger to leave off of but im tired and i wanna sleep

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layla4567 · 6 months

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Spoilers Loki s2 e5

I have a lot to say!!! (this will be long)

Ok first of all this scene made me laugh a lot because of how randomly they presented the original timeline of Mobius, he looks like a child playing (oh and him being a single dad it makes a lot of sense to me)

expectation:

reality:

Oh my f*cking god If I liked O.B before, now I love him with all my soul! He is not only a nerdy genius but a science fiction geek whose passion is to be a writer!!! And why didn't they let him keep his books in the bookstore?! I would gladly buy them!! Just look at his face, he needs a hug :(

AND WHY THE FUCK DID THEY NOT HELP HIM WHEN THE BOOKS DROPPED ON HIM?! IT COSTS NOTHING TO BE KIND DAMN IT

Ok, I think we've all realized that O.B's workshop is the same as the basement where he works at the TVA, maybe he was the one who created the TVA after all? btw how beautiful the photography is in this entire series.

I admit it, I laughed my ass off at this scene, I apologize (make it a meme pls lol) Honestly, this whole scene and the interactions that O.B had with Loki made me laugh (when Loki tries to control his timeslipping or when O.B electrocutes him as scientific proof)

This scene where Loki adjusts his hair and his jacket to see Mobius 👀 (he only does it with him) I wonder what the Sylki fans have to say

Remember how I said I hated Hunter X5/Brad Wolfe? Well I was wrong, there is one person I hate more, her. Girl, they're literally telling you that everything is going to shit and you don't give a damn? On top of that, when they tell you that you are selfish, do you take it naturally as if it were something to be proud of? Why are you like this? The worst thing of all is that when Loki says he wants his friends back she calls him selfish, not sweetheart, that's not being selfish. Being selfish is turning a blind eye to a problem that you mainly caused. Loki's fear of being alone is understandable and justified since he felt that way all his life and has done all the things he did for that same reason, which It's being really selfish, it's the opposite, wanting to be alone and forget your friends and not care that their timelines are falling apart. Sylvie you are a hypocrite (sorry I had to vent)

AAAAAAAAAA I'M GOING TO CRY GOD. I said it and I will always say it Loki needs a hug 😭 This scene is super moving because it shows us Loki's true purpose, he just wants his friends back, who are also people he hasn't known for a long time but who were attentive to him (btw Tom Hiddleston always shines in all his scenes )

This scene...holy shit this scene was scary. I think it's even more terrifying than Thanos' snap.

It's overwhelming how everything around her disappears in seconds leaving her in literal emptiness. There is absolutely nothing left, only threads floating in an enveloping blackness. When I saw that scene I felt empty and desolate.

OH SHIT HERE WE GO AGAIN...

NOOOOOOO MOBIUS NOT YOU (He just wanted to save his children 😭)

Loki's face when he sees his friend disappear D: (I'm having deja vu from the first season when Mobius was pruned)

Sylvie too?! Why does she disappear and Loki doesn't? (By the way, you just arrived Sylvie when you realize that everything is disappearing? really?)

Ok this is a nightmare for Loki, he was left alone and couldn't do anything to avoid all that, I think it's the most hopeless scene of the episode :( (And the way he tries to grab those threads…I'm broken)

OK HEAR ME OUT BECAUSE I HAVE A LOT TO SAY ABOUT THIS SCENE. I think the background voices help a lot with the feeling of anguish and helplessness that Loki feels, for not being able to save what he loved most, his friends. And when you feel overwhelmed by all those voices and at the end one stands out and it's Sylvie's voice saying something like what makes a Loki a Loki is the fact that we are destined to lose? That's when he screams in despair and goes back in time just a few seconds earlier and manages to control his timeslipping. And I must say that at first when I saw this scene it reminded me a lot of the scene from the movie "Ella Enchanted" when she is forced to kill the prince and she is surrounded by mirrors and begins to remember moments of her life such as when her mother told him to trust her or something like that (I don't remember the scene much, I saw it years ago lol) the point is that she refuses with all her heart to obey that order and in a moment of desperation she screams just like Loki and she says that she will no longer be obedient and drops the dagger, freeing herself from the spell. I don't know if you understand my point because I'm bad at explaining, but I think that the love he feels for his friends was what made him go back in time, that strong desire to want to make things right and that determination to say "this isn't true." It can end like this, I decide what is going to happen" (free will) I think that is what makes him finally able to control the situation, love is the most powerful force. Something similar happens in the movie "Tomorrowland" I think.

This scene is really powerful, the background music, the phrases that Loki says, the context of the scene, it is cinema. I think you don't need an action scene or scenes for a scene to be epic and move you. This is epic with so little, it is simple but effective. And the music is really the icing on the cake, it is so hopeful and gives strength to the moment when Loki returns to the TVA being able to fulfill his mission, I cried. Loki has evolved into a hero who saves the day and everyone.

And that ending??! Oh no the cliffhanger again..

Phew I know this was very long but I really needed this kind of catharsis, never has a Loki episode left me with so many emotions and beautiful things like this one. I laughed, I got excited, I cried and I was scared. I am very happy with the evolution of Loki and each episode that passes wins my heart more, I can't wait to see the next chapter. Everything is perfect in this series, the music, the settings, the actors, etc. It shows that it is made with the heart

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Finding purpose | Male OC (or male reader)

Chap 3

Summary: In a world that is dying and there is no way of saving it, the humanity takes mater into their own hands. They flee from their home planet with hope of conquering another in order to survive. Among them, a couple of brothers with no idea what they're doing.

Pairings: Jake sully × Oc (friendship), Tsu'tey x Oc (friendship), Neytiri × Oc (friendship). [No current love interest]

Warnings: Mention of violence, mentions of death, use of drugs or alcohol, bad ways of coping mechanisms and obscene language.

Note: - This is not a request and it's the translation of the original story in wattpad. - My native language it's not English - The Oc's name is Eli Thompson.

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Like 3 cats mesmerized by seeing a laser dot on the wall, there were Norm, Jake and Eli, watching as they took out the huge bodies of the avatars and prepared them for the link.

"It's a bit crepey. Those things are alive." Eli confessed, rubbing a bump on his head that Jake had given him in the morning from waking him up with a water base on his face.

"In fact, they can't be said to be alive at all..." Norm said, letting the nerdy side of him come out. "Unless someone is connected the only thing they are able to display is-"

Norm froze at what he was saying, turning to see Eli with raised eyebrows at him. A clear expression that says. "That's not what I meant and I'm not interested in further explanation."

A little intimidated, Norm looked back at the avatars. "Of course." He muttered under his breath.

Jake shook his head, maintaining a slight smile. At least the scientist was starting to get used to them and their different behaviors. He just had to wait a little longer and they would too.

The heavy, demanding footsteps revealed that the person about to pass behind them was Dr. Grace.

"Come on, we’re loosing daylight." Ordered the woman without stopping to look at them.

Eli rolled his eyes in disgust. It was barely the second day and he was already annoyed with the woman. That was a new record.

With the men's attention finally on what was important, they moved around the lab to the MIND machines (direct neural interface machines).

"Norm, how much link time have you logged?" Grace asked, walking over to the nearest machine.

"About 520 hours."

Grace nodded in satisfaction. "That's good." When they got to the empty machines she pointed to the one next to her. "You’re in there." She instructed him, then turned to the soldiers, completely changing her countenance. "You. Come with me."

A few steps to the right were enough to reach another basic machine. "How long have you logged, Eli?" asked the woman without taking her eyes off the controls.

"Never. But they told me how it works."

The doctor finally turned around only to look at him with an expression that showed disbelief. Eli's nonchalant tone was driving her crazy. "You got to be kidding." The shake that Jake made with his head was the answer. She sighed heavily and turned back to the controls. "Lay down and don’t touch anything." She ordered heavily in her words.

As Eli sat at the machine Jake came rolling to poke at the gel from the edges. "It's cool." The marine expressed with a smile on his face, causing an equal expression in his best friend.

They couldn't deny that science could be interesting. The boring ones are the scientists.

Eli lay down on the machine and tugged at the collar of the shirt they had given him, somewhat dissatisfied. The three new avatar drivers had been dressed in the same clothes they used to put them in the cryogenic capsules, and they couldn't be more uncomfortable. The doc grabbed the first part of the cover, which consisted of a plastic mold with some electrodes, and put it on his torso.

Curiously, Eli raised his head to see what was covering him, but the woman's hand on his forehead pushed his head back down. "Head down." The soldier grumbled under his breath. He raised his hand to adjust the tight collar of his shirt again, but again, the woman stopped him. "Geez marine. Can't you hold still?"

Eli rolled his eyes at Jake's laugh as he kept looking at them.

In one quick move, when Dr. Grace was busy with the machine's controls, Eli reached up for his hand and gave Jake the middle finger. He lowered his hand when he heard a snort, he could only see the ceiling from his position, just in time before the doctor turned around. "Okay. Just relax and clear your mind. It shouldn't be too hard." She said, then lowered the last lid and turned to Jake, not seeing the middle finger that dried her as she turned her back on him.

The only one who noticed the action had been Jake, who turned to look away to avoid being seen laughing.

Eli was encapsulated in an almost completely dark space when the lid finally closed. It let out that significant sound that denoted that it had been pressure sealed. He felt the machine moving towards what from his point of view is above and he heard strange sounds, but he didn't feel that anything was really happening.

However, from the outside the scientists were aware of everything that was happening between his brain and the one they were going to connect to him.

"Link ready to load." Announced the scientist on the computer. Max, who was next to her, was looking attentively at the screen.

"Biometrics?" he asked without taking his eyes off the screen at the same time, more attentive to the brain of her avatar while she watched the human brain.

"Ideal and obtaining the first congruence."

Max nodded. "Good. Executing sequence on 2... Go." With just 2 movements of his fingers, he create a connection between two bodies that initially should have never been united.

"Activated" she announced, confirming that the process had started. "Phase-lock at 40%".

Max scrolled the computer image of his screen onto the tablet next to him and walked over to the window that connected to the avatar medical room.

"Phase-lock at 70%. 89%" he hears his partner announcing how fast the connection was forming.

Max, finally looking up from the tablet, turned his attention to the huge blue bodies. "Let's see what this beautiful brain can teach us." He mumbled, hearing Grace's voice giving Jake instructions in the background…or maybe it was a scolding. He couldn't know.

The soldier, now accustomed to the metallic sound of the machine, closed his eyes and cleared his mind as the doctor told him. He took a long, last breath that relaxed his body. Consequently, letting his mind finally travel through the new escape created by the scientists.

He felt strange, first he was uncomfortable with his clothes and trying to ignore the sound of the machine and the next his nose was disturbed by the pugnacious smell of disinfectant.

"He's in."

He heard someone's voice in the distance, as if he was underwater. He tried to open his eyes, closing them instantly as he felt irritation from the strong white lights in the place.

"Eli. Can you hear me?" he heard the voice again, but this time clearer. Identifying it as a man's. Undoubtedly young.

He opened his eyes again allowing himself to adjust to the light. The blurry images became clear from incomprehensible points until they reached a definition beyond what his human eyes had ever seen. With his third sense in sync, the soldier was able to notice two scientists above him.

"Can you hear me?"

This time he was able to identify that the voice was coming from the scientist to the right of him. He blinked a few times to finish getting used to his new eyes and mumbled. "Loud and clear doc."

The confirmation put a smile on both scientists. But even so, to make sure that everything was in order, the scientist to the right of him snapped his fingers in both pointed ears. He showed a satisfied expression seeing them respond to the sound. "Normal Pinna response." He told his partner.

The younger looking one of the two nodded as he took out a flashlight from his suit pocket. "Eli, could you look up?" He asked the soldier in his new body.

"Yeah." Eli whispered, accommodating his head on the stretcher, feeling the braid above his neck.

When the light from the flashlight hit his new yellow eyes it caused his pupils to shrink to almost nothing until the light passed into the next eyes, responding in kind. "Okay, everything looks in order. Could you follow my finger?" he asked again as he raised his finger in front of his eyes and moved it from side to side.

He smirked as his eyes followed the movement of his troubled finger. "Pupillary reflexes look good and he does not seem to have vision problems." He informs to his partner.

"Okay, what we'll do next will be simple routine procedures." The older scientist told him, looking Eli in the eye. His experience in the area was evident in his tone of voice. "Please sit down." He indicated taking a few steps back when the avatar raised his torso. "Be careful, you could get dizzy."

Eli made an "o" with his mouth as he sat down on the table. He knew that avatars were big, but he didn't imagine that he would feel that way. His grip on the edges of the stretcher tightened to keep from wobbling. "Wow, it seems like everything has shrunk." He exclaimed with a bare-fanged smile. Still surprised that his ears twitched at any movement in the room, especially towards the stretcher to his left where Norm was talking to his fellow scientists.

The young scientist smiled, fascinated to be so close to an avatar. This was the first time for him as much as it was for the soldier. The other scientist, on the other hand, smiled more calmly. He had already lived with the scientists in their avatar bodies for more than two years. But that didn't take away from how good it felt to welcome a newbie.

"It's normal for you to feel that. Your avatar is 2.89m tall. It's above average for the avatars height, but well within the average for Pandora natives."

'1.09 m makes quite a difference in perspective.' Eli thought, watching his hands open and close into fists.

"Don't worry, after the training exercises you will be so new that you will jump like rabbits did in the past". The older scientist said when he saw the soldier rotating his neck and arms to get used to feeling them.

"And if I prefer as a frog?" he joked, he just wanted to contradict him just for having some fun. But it was a pleasant surprise that widened his smile when the other scientist joined the game.

"Actually it would be more like a cat," he said, using an enthusiastic tone.

The experienced scientist rolled his eyes, but didn't take the smile off his face. "Okay Eli, please get your feet off this side of the bed and reach out to me with your hands." He ordered the avatar driver.

He was again pleased when the man followed in his orders. When he had been told that the one who would take over as driver would be a soldier, the poor scientist had expected someone with an ego for the heavens, a frown that would create wrinkles and a honestly shitty character, but it's a pleasant surprise.

"Like this?" asked the soldier as he raised his hands palm up.

"Yes, now please-" Eli's ears flicked before the heads of the three to the worried voices of the last few scientists he had only just realized were in the room.

He raised his eyebrows when he saw Jake, awake and trying to get up from the table. 'Oh no.'

"Uh wait. Sit down Jake"

"Jake, listen to me."

The scientists spoke with concern clear in more than just their voices. But it was obvious that a certain Marine wasn't paying attention. The only thing that had his attention at that moment was his new legs. Some that worked.

"It's okay… it's all good. I got this." Jake muttered. He placed his hand on one of the room's panes after avoiding leaning too far back.

The poor scientist behind Jake and the one helping Eli had to back off as the soldier's new tail flicked erratically, hitting them.

"Jake, Jake. I need you to sit down."

"Jake," Eli called, trying to get his attention, but to no avail.

Jake got enough balance to pull himself upright only to do a quick turn when he felt his tail touch his shoulder. A PAM, called everyone's attention. The inexperienced avatar's eyes widened when he started into other yellow ones just like his, but full of indignation. His best friend was holding his cheek with his palm and his eyebrows were raised. But the most interesting thing was his expression that clearly reflected what he thought. "Did you really just slapped me with your tail?"

Jake let out a laugh as he took a few steps to the side, out of the small space between the window and the stretcher. "This is amazing." He exclaimed with euphoria.

"Jake, for God's sake. Sit down at once." Eli said a little exasperated and worried about his friend.

But it was still useless. "Of course not. I've been sitting around for years- Enough already." Jake answered with difficulty having to use the wall as a support to avoid falling.

"Sedate. Sedate him." Shouted the scientist who saw Jake, to his partner. "Thousand milligrams of Supitocam."

Eli had to stop the electrode monitor that Jake was walking away from before he hit one of the scientists. "Jake be careful."

When the scientist had the syringe in her hands she turned around, ready to inject it, but instead she had to get out of the way of a large blue inexperienced body before he could run over her.

"Someone stop him." They hear Max's voice over all the commotion, but it was too late. Jake used the new strength of his Na'vi body to basically slam the first door he faced on his way outside.

Eli let out an exasperated growl at seeing no other option, unconsciously lowering his ears. He got out of bed with some difficulty, removing the electrodes with quick hands.

"Eli, Eli. Please sit down." I speak to the young scientist.

"I have to go get him before he gets hurt." Eli responded hastily as he jerked his hand away to remove an electrode that stuck to his finger. Beside him he could hear Norm trying to do the same and arguing with the scientists. Three $5 trillion dolar bodies escaping from the labs was not the best possible scenario or a safe one. Even less when the bodies measure almost 3 meters.

"Someone please stop the avatars!"

Ignoring the chaos that had been caused in seconds, Eli staggered toward the door. He used the stretcher and the wall for support when necessary, but luckily the more steps he took the more he got used to his new legs.

"JAKE!" Eli called his friend who kept walking away from him. "Oh my god." He exclaim having to hold on to the frame of the last door when tripping over his own foot. "JAKE!"

He took a metaphorical leap of faith by letting go and jogging on the blacktop of the basketball court in front of the lab.

"Excuse me." He quickly told the avatars that were playing before being interrupted by an escaping soldier.

The avatar driver with the ball in hand didn't seem upset at the situation, on the contrary, he raised his hand with a smile greeting him. "Hello."

As fast as he could and without falling, Eli returned the gesture.

Behind him, Norm and most of the scientists came out of the same door, but the only one who didn't stop when he saw how far the soldiers were already ahead of them, was Norm. "Hey. Wait for me." Shouted the scientist who stayed behind. "Jake, Eli, you have to get back. You can't run yet." Ironically, contrary to what he said, both soldiers displayed excellent control in their new bodies, allowing them to stretch out their legs and use them to their currently maximum capacity.

To his surprise and his relief, Eli gave up trying to stop Jake, going from running to jogging to walking. "Eli."

The avatar turned around at hearing his name, startled as he instantly reached out his arms to catch Norm's as his foot wobbled away from him. "Are you okay?" He ask him breathless, exercise and laughter cause that. He found it peculiarly funny how Norm resembled a child trying to take his first step on a trampoline, not to mention his tail was wagging from side to side erratically.

"Am I okay? You were the ones who ran away." He finally answered him by standing tall in front of the soldier.

"And you were the one who followed us." Eli replied, turning around and starting to walk. Amusingly, his own robe exposed his bottom and calmly billowing tail.

"H-Hey, where are you going?" with shaky steps Norm followed.

"To find an airhead. Are you coming?"

Without waiting another second Norm began to follow the avatar. For anyone who saw them from far it would be a curious scene. A scientist walking with a small step but as fast as he could behind a taller avatar that was now keeping a firm step.

Taking advantage of the fact that his back is to him, Norm gives him a dirty look when he almost stumbles again. He envied the ease with which someone who had 0 hours of training could adapt.

Instead, Eli was too busy admiring the surroundings to notice the scientist and the two left feet of his. It was the first time in his entire life that he saw so much green, so much nature around him that it purified the air that filled his new lungs. It’s refreshing. A word that made no sense on earth.

Finally, after walking a few more meters in Paradise, Eli saw the back of the idiot he had been following for a while. "Hey, Airhead"

Jake jumped in his place, turning to see his best friend with a smile full of juice from the fruit in his hand. He hadn't quite gotten used to the ability of the new Na'vi ears yet, and possibly he never would.

"Bro, you have to try this." Jake told him. Ignoring what he called him, he tossed the fruit to Eli who caught it with ease.

He looked at Jake then at the fruit with some uncertainty, but finally took a bite. His taste buds exploded with euphoria upon contact with the fruit juice.

Inadvertently his eyes widened and his ears perked up in delight.

"Damn," Eli exclaimed, earning a laugh from Jake.

"Hey, check this out." The soldiers turned to see Norm finally arriving with them. He spread his arms and began to pose like a bodybuilder. "I'm a Greek god. This is amazing-agh"

They both laughed when Norm ended up tripping over one of the roots in the garden, but it was funnier to see him get up and clean his robe as if nothing had happened.

"I'm fine. Nothing to see here."

Eli's ears twitched at an unfamiliar laugh. He turned around, surprised to see a woman in an avatar appearing from behind Jake.

"Hey Eli, you won't believe who she is." Jake expressed to his friend that he was still not taking his eyes off the woman, but to his surprise, his friend was good at recognizing human faces beneath Na'vi features.

But the astonishment of seeing the same doctor in such a fine and delicate body, with extravagantly undulating hips was not something he would recognize in the woman's human body, it was still hard for him to believe it possible. She not only looks good (in fact, she looked stunning but he would never accept it) but she also looks younger.

"Doc?" Jake raised his eyebrows at the quickness of the response.

Grace gave him a closed-lipped smile with some amusement. "Wow. Not so stupid after all."

Eli snorted and shook his head. Of course that would be the first thing she would say, it was no longer new.

"What are you waiting for standing there? The bodies have already been released, now we have to work on them." The doctor clapped her hands to get the three's attention and motioned for them to move on to the cabin. Herding them like a group of children.

Although it was not that far from reality. Just a few minutes ago you were taking your first steps in a new body.

The doctor snorted a laugh when she saw the naked and blue buts of the 3 adults.

'This will be interesting' thought the doctor.

A few hours and a lot of training later, all the RDA avatars were in the designated cabin preparing to sleep.

All in their pajamas and many even with towels drying their hair, they circled inside the wooden structure arranging their stations. Their every move was controlled to avoid hurting the human scientists walking among them.

Eli was crouched in the trunk at the foot of his bed going over what he had been assigned to use with the avatar and making a mental list of what he needed. He moved his neck and shoulders from time to time to release the tension in the muscles, generated by the day's training, trying to follow the routine that he uses as a human in a new body had not been the best of his ideas. But still he bet that without training his avatar body is still stronger than his human body.

"Hey, Eli. Look at this creepy thing."

"Mm?" Not paying to much attention, he turned around. He ended up leaning back when in front of his face were what looked like the tentacles of an octopus moving. "What the fuck is that?" Now with more distance he could see that the tentacles were at the end of Jake's braid.

"I don't know. But it seems like all the avatars have it." He answered without further explanation. He couldn't take his eyes off that thing.

Eli grabbed his own braid and lifted it up. He was astonished to see that, indeed, when the hair at the end of the braid fell, it left waving pink tentacles. "How creepy!"

"Very creepy." He answered him.

Grace rolled her eyes as she passed them, but she stopped in front of his bed and put her hands on her small waist. "Don't let those things get entwined between you."

Both avatars jumped in their place, turning to see the woman with ears perked up as if they were children found doing something they shouldn't.

"Why not?" Jake asked.

"Do you want to end up being married on Na'vi terms?" Both soldiers instantly leaned back, pulling as far away as they could with a disgusted expression. "I thought so." Without further ado she takes her way ordering the scientists. "Hurry everyone. Go to sleep kittens."

Jake and Eli exchanged a last couple of glances before continuing with what they were doing before that stupid incident.

Was that really possible?

Getting married to connect some braids did not seem to have any kind of consistency.

But they were on a hostile planet light-years from Earth, driving blue bodies and twice the size of what they're used to, so consistency didn't have much to do with it.

When the scientists were finally out, Grace closed the metal doors and locked them to make sure no animals could get in and harm the avatars while they were gone. She then headed over to the light panels. "Lights out." She said to herself as she turned off the light switches. "I'll see you at dinner kittens"

Even when the veil of darkness fell over them, many kept turning on the huge beds of their avatars. Especially Norm, Jake and Eli. They couldn't find a comfortable position where the tail or braid wouldn't get in the way.

But even between them, Jake, despite having found a sleeping position, still didn't close his eyes.

He turned to look to the side, finding the back of a scientist and looking at the other bed, there was Eli's avatar deeply unconscious. He had already logged out.

It wasn't that easy for him. He didn't want to return to a reality where he couldn't feel or move his legs, and doing the simple things of everyday life was difficult.

In the end, he closed the eyes of his avatar, ignoring the sounds of the unknown animals in the wild, and traveled in the newly formed bond to his body.

It was time to wake up.

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chifuyusgangshirt · 1 year

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Add Kakucho alongside Rindou as the type to like gym girls.

Okay hot take but:

The types of girls the tenjiku boys would like:

Izana

Sweet girls. Kind ones, the kind of girls you can manipulate easy and who would devote themselves to saving you. Izana obviously needs a lot of attention and affection, preferably for himself alone. If you date him, you are his best friend, family, lover, mom, maid and therapist.

And you'll have to be build for that. You can't just say no to him and move on he makes sure to call and message you everyday to ask if you still like him. You need to be somehwat mother-like too. He has mommy issues and it shows man, don't be surprised when you find out he has a mommy kink in the bedroom too - just accept it man. It's Izana, he does what he wants.

Also, be interested in him and only him. He loves nice girls who hang on every word he says. Maybe even a bit dumb so he can scold you and make you feel less than you are to keep you close.

"I can change him" "babe look at me, this isn't you" and "you just don't know him like I do" are things he feeds right into. Tbh he is a bit of a pick me boy. So if you are a lovely "not like other girls" he would appreciate that. Be his and he is yours and you both can be emo together.

Mochi

Also nice girls. But normal ones. You know, not the girls who have a tumblr Account and relate to Ramona flowers, more like girls that don't judge a book by it's cover. He is a scary guy and is afraid to intimidate his crush so you better be nice and outspoken.

Tbh I see him as possibly shy around girls? Doesn't know how to act and talk. He needs someone who makes the first steps and has the pants on in the relationship. Just be honest and open to him and that's enough.

Also big eaters. He'll invite you out to eat constantly and hopes to have a little eating contest with you. Competitive Bastard loves to win against you.

Mucho

Say it with me; mucho likes nerdy girls. Mucho liked nerdy, mature girls.

He is the kind to fall for the type who wear the typical "nerd" thick rimmed glasses, tom-boyish style, are coffee addicts and draw a fake mustache on their finger or even better, have a necklace of it.

Oh and science. Cool, funny girls who know biology! Idk but he seems like a wise old man in the body of a body builder so I think he likes smart girls, people who can match him in any way and make him feel challenged.

Shion

Punks. Loud and nasty dirty punk girls who throw the first punch and kick him in the balls when he says too much.

Girls who love blood and spit on the ground, girls who tattoo his name on their tits and bring him to tattoo theirs on his neck.

Punk girls who kiss his snotty nose and then finish off the guys who hurt him, yes call him babyboy! He says he hates it but he doesn't. He actually dreamily writes the words next to a couple that is supposed to be you two but no one can actually make out humans in it.

Rindou

Rindou is the type to say he wants a goth girlfriend but actually wants an e-girl. Rindou is the type to show you his remix on your first date and calls it art. Rindou mansplains protein-shakes to you.

But you know, he wants someone like this and that but what he needs is a girl that can pin him against the wall and make him blush like a school girl.

Rindou needs a best friend he can hang out and talk about his day with, venting about his brother and who he can show the weird rash on his butt without judgement.

Rindou would love to game with you and hold your hand, he needs a kiss on the nose when he wakes up and a knee in his stomache when he pushes you into the dirt. Fight with him, kiss him, please give him attention he needs it :(

Ran

Himself but with boobs.

But you know what he would also make do with, someone just as tired as him. Someone who laughs at his jokes and does face masks with him.

Someone who likes it when he is soft and understand him, who does his make up and let him do theirs.

You should be funny, witty and kind of sarcastic but deep inside just as vain and pseudo as him.

Pleasw visit an art gallarey with him where you both stand before a painting and literally don't know what the theme of the gallarey is. Like, absolutey not. You don't get it. When someone comes up to talk with you two about the art displayed because you both look so fancy and artsy you both just talk total bullshit and look how long it takes until the others catch on you two are total dumbasses. You stand before a statue and kiss each other and Ran makes pics and then you both read what it means and it's actually a child starving because of idk society. Do you care tho? Nah.

Kakucho

Kakucho likes gym girls. But the Yoga ones. He wanna see you bend like a freaking boneless demon and will be soooo happy about it too.

Kakucho likes a challenge, someone who knows what they want and talk loud and clear. Someone with confidence and who jogs at 6 am - that freak.

I think he doesn't really has a type besides mature and older girls that work out and could sucker punch him into another dimension. He is all about the vibe and if you are ready to share your boo with a sociopathic gang leader with mommy issues. This could (probably) end in a poly relationship btw.

#tokyo revengers #tokyorev #haitani brothers #ran haitani #rindou haitani #kokonoi hajime #izana kurokawa #kakucho #mochizuki kanji #mochi #shion madarame #mucho

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thepunkmuppet · 25 days

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OKAY SO HEAR ME OUT

take this with a massive huge grain of salt, this is NOT a theory, or even necessarily a proper prediction, just a possible plotline for cinderella’s castle that my brain cooked up in the shower just now. I don’t expect this to happen, I won’t be upset if it doesn’t, it’s just a thought I had and I wanted to share it.

SO we’re all thinking this might have elements of the movie labyrinth in it right? with the font, costumes, the addition of “trolls”, and the frog and mouse characters being similar in concept to the side character puppets in that movie, I think it’s pretty likely to be a sort of mish-mash of cinderella and labyrinth.

so my idea is this: to begin with, cinderella lives with her nasty troll stepfamily, and she either has a baby sibling like in labyrinth, OR a high and mighty prince boyfriend who only comes to shag her and then treats her like a peasant around other people. either way, she gets mad at that person, wishes they would disappear, and boom kim’s character arrives, and she’s basically the jared of this story. she whisks the baby / prince away to her castle (which may be at the centre of a labyrinth?? idk) and says that if ella doesn’t come for them by the time the clock strikes twelve, they’ll be hers forever.

ella sets off on this quest, meets the little puppet characters along the way, whatever. she gets to the castle, and faces off with kim’s character, who reveals that none of this was about the person ella was trying to save, but about ella herself. and she summons her stepmother and stepsisters, and ella fights them, finally taking revenge for her real family and facing up to her fear, as they are the real villains of the piece.

now I want this to be a lesbian show as much as anyone else, and it still could be, but basically my idea is that kim’s character actually isn’t a villain at all, but the fairy godmother, and this whole thing was to equip ella with the skills and life lessons to be able to face her step family. she is either presented as a homoerotic love interest for ella (obviously in that case with a title other than “godmother” lmfao), or she is in fact the ghost of her mother. I reckon if the baby was stolen, she would be ella’s mother, if the boyfriend was stolen, she would be ella’s love interest, make sense? it changes the dynamics a lot I feel.

the book that details the basic story lore in this video says that “the lady ashmore was burned at the stake for the crime of witchcraft”, so this could very well be her! the spirit of a witch returned from the grave to help her daughter get revenge and take her life back.

oh and there would be a ball theme / setting in the castle in the final battle because. well yk :)

but yeah that’s just my deranged idea, probably gonna be a nerdy prudes situation where I come up with a whole ass musical in my head and the real thing is NOTHING like it, but yeah idk I thought this was pretty cool :) lmk what you think in the notes!!

oh and the prince would be played by curt mega btw. he would be annoying asf but very cunty

#starkid #team starkid #starkid productions #cinderella’s castle #labyrinth 1986 #kim whalen #bryce charles

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sillytaetime · 10 months

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J.JK~ Back in time

Desc:// Since graduating high school, you started a part-time job at a cafe. One day during your shift, your high school bully comes in but he’s HOT.

Warnings:// Slight angst, enemies to lovers, fluff

Pairings:// Bully!Jk x Nerdy!reader

WC:// 892

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I’ve never had any boyfriends. In high school, I was kind of seen as the ugly duckling. I was called names, pushed around, and told I wasn’t good enough. It can’t get any worse than that, right? Wrong. Jeon Jungkook made it worse. He was the school’s bully. He turned into a really big jerk after his crush turned him down for being too ugly. In a sense, I felt bad for him.

I don’t know why i was the one he chose to target, but I was the chosen one, I guess.

Jungkook gave me many nicknames from freshman year to senior year. His favorite ones were cow, fuckface, and oxygen thief. Over time I grew immune to his insults. Did I believe every word he said? Yeah, but it no longer hurt the way it did freshman year.

I guess it became a kind of feud between us. I started fighting back junior year.

“Hey fuckface.” “Hey puddle shit.” “Damn, a new nickname? It’s like you never stop thinking about me.” He had a point, I dwell trying to come up with new things to say to him in my free time. “Anyways, too bad we only have 1 month left with each other till we graduate.” You were very aware of this. You’ve been counting down the days till graduation, when you’d no longer have to look this shit stain in the face.

~ 1 year after graduation ~

Since my high school graduation, i started working at a cafe that’s about a block away from my apartment and 2 blocks away from my college. It pays decent. I’m saving up to be able to get a car. My parents don’t have the money to lend me anything so I’m working to support myself all on my own and I have been since the day I turned 18.

Maybe the reason I was bullied so much was because my parents never made much. I often had to wear clothes more than once in a week without washing it, my socks had holes in them, and my shoes were practically falling apart but at least I had 2 loving parents who did their best.

Today, I work a really long shift. I have to open the cafe and close up. About 10 hours into my shift, a very hot but familiar man walks through the door and up to my register. “Hey, I’ll get a caramel macchiato, please” “Coming right up, that’ll be $6.25″ The man pays and goes and sits by the window with his drink.

Everyone had left, except for this guy. I was getting ready to close up, so I walked over to where he had sat these last 2 hours. “Hey, we’re getting ready to close up for the night...” “Oh, right. Sorry, I must have lost track of time.” He looks at me and his jaw drops. “Y/N?” He knows my name?? “Do I know you?” He seems kind of surprised that you don’t remember him. He was so hot I definitely would’ve remembered him. “It’s Jeon Jungkook from high school.”

Oh, holy fuck. Since when was the Jeon Jungkook this hot? “It’s been a while, how have you been?” “I’ve been well. Mostly studying for my classes.” “Well, look at who’s the nerd now.” I laugh. He laughs too. “Would you maybe want to go for a walk in the park and catch up?” I nod and start making my way towards the door.

Why would i turn him down? I don’t really hold grudges against people, high school is high school. Sure, he was a jerk, but I wasn’t nice to him either.

For about half an hour, we just walked in silence, enjoying the sunset until he spoke up. “Listen, I feel really bad about how I treated you in high school.” “It’s ok, i didn’t treat you well either.” “No, it’s not ok. I deserved every name you called me. You never deserved that. I got my feelings hurt and I just immediately started treated you badly because I was embarrassed you didn’t like me back.”

Wait... Was I the girl? “What do you mean I didn’t like you back?” “I left those flowers and note in your locker, and you threw them away. Remember?” Oh shit. I thought that was a practical joke and that no one actually liked me. “Oh my god, i feel so bad now.” “Don’t, it taught me a lot.” “Really?” “Yeah, it taught me that if i really want something I need to go up and do it myself instead of just leaving a stupid note.” “I guess that’s a pretty valuable lesson.” “Yeah, I’m really glad i ran into you actually, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.”

He stops walking and turns to me. “I can’t live my life regretting the way I told you in high school, so I want to ask you out properly.” This is not happening... I can’t believe I’m about to be asked out by my high school bully. “Would you like to go on a date with me, Y/N?” “Yes.”

I could see his eyes light up. I guess everyone has the thing they truly want, this is his. Who knows what could come from this, but I’m willing to give it a try.

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eriquin · 10 months

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The Trolley Problem (Formerly Time Travel AU) part 6

Steve's is running down the list of people who can help him and having no luck.

(master post)

Part 6:

It took three days before he got the chance to talk to Jonathan alone. In the meantime, he had done a tutoring session with Nancy while Barb sat one table over. He tried to include her, but she scoffed and said she had her own studying to do. This prevented him from trying to get Nancy to take his weird dream any more seriously than she had before.

Tommy and Carol were a little bit more of a problem. They rarely left him alone at school, and always had somewhere they wanted to go after school and drag him along with them. He managed to shake them off by saying that he had something he needed to do for Nancy, but they looked like they didn’t really believe him.

He moved his car at lunchtime so he was parked closer to Jonathan and had the excuse to talk to him after school. Then he made sure to rush out at the last bell in order to catch him there before he drove away. He just barely made it.

“Hey Byers, hold up a second,” he said as he ran up the hill towards their cars.

Jonathan looked startled at being addressed. He’d been about to climb into his car and leave. “What?” He peered at Steve with suspicion.

“Just... Where are you headed in such a hurry?” Steve brushed his hair back, trying to look nonchalant. This talk was already not going according to plan.

“I’ve got to get to work,” Jonathan said. “What’s it to you?”

It had never occurred to Steve that Jonathan had a job after school. Jonathan had never talked about it, but it made sense in hindsight. Robin always used to talk about having to work in order to afford stuff for school and save up for college, and he knew she and Jonathan were probably in the same boat. Steve felt a bit like a jackass for never having realized that the first time he was this age.

Jonathan was still staring at him. Steve was thrown and tried to recover. “Nothing, nothing, I just... You’re friends with Nancy, right?”

“Wheeler?” Jonathan asked, sounding surprised. “Uh, not really?” He propped his arm up on the roof of his car and shrugged. “I mean, our little brothers are friends, but I don’t know her that well.”

“Oh, okay. I just thought...” Steve scratched his head. He really needed to have planned this conversation better. “Uh, scratch that. Different question, I guess? Your little brother is in middle school, right?”

“Yeah?” Jonathan said. He squinted at Steve, then turned around to look back up the road, towards the middle school. The two schools were only separated by a short road, and the middle school teams used the high school playing fields sometimes. “What about it?”

Steve’s brain was spinning around, trying to come up with a convincing lie that would explain why he was talking to Jonathan about Will. Why would he be asking about a nerdy little middle schooler? There were on complete opposite poles of any conceivable conversation point. He couldn’t even lie and say Nancy had asked him to check in, because that would quickly get back to her through Mike. So he went with a different lie, and relied on the only vaguely respectable thing Jonathan would know about him at this point. “Does he play any sports? ‘Cause Coach wants to see some leadership skills out of me if I’m gonna make captain and I figured if some middle schoolers needed help—”

Jonathan snorted and laughed, a short bark like a fox. “No, man,” he said. “Will is the total opposite of athletic.”

“Oh,” Steve said. He let his face fall into a frown, pretending that he didn’t already know that. “Well, do any of his friends play anything?”

“Pretty sure they don’t,” Jonathan said with a shake of his head. “They’re good kids, but they’re a bunch of geeks. They’re not gonna be interested in any jock stuff.”

Steve frowned for real this time. Lucas being on the basketball team was still two years off, so there really wasn’t any good excuse for him to talk to any of the kids if he didn’t want to look like a creep. “Yeah, I guess you’re right,” he said.

“Look, was that all? Only, I’m gonna be late.”

“No, sorry, that’s it.” Steve backed up and moved towards his own car. “Uh, nice talking to you?”

Jonathan shrugged and waved a little bit before getting in his car and driving off. Steve sat for a while in his own car with the door open and his feet on the gravel, watching people filter out of the high school and head home. He was zero for two in his attempts to recruit allies against the upcoming danger and running out of ideas of who to ask.

He saw Robin in the halls between classes sometimes, but he didn’t have any classes with her this year. That wouldn’t start until Mrs. Click’s class senior year, which was far too late. He didn’t know how to approach her. The idea of her looking at him like he was a total stranger depressed the hell out of him, and he didn’t know how he would even start a conversation. Tell her that they’re destined to be best friends, and that he already knew all her idiosyncrasies and loved her for them? That definitely wouldn’t fly with his current reputation. She would think he was hitting on her, would instantly reject him, and then his ‘friends’ would turn their attention on her and make her life hell. He couldn’t let that happen.

So instead he went back to the drawing board. Or, at least, the notebook. He focused this time on how the people who got involved interacted right now, and how much they would believe him if he tried to tell them the truth. He couldn’t tell the kids, because he would just be some high school douchebag to them at this point. He could try Joyce, but she might think he was threatening Will or Jonathan and get defensive of them. And Hopper would only see him as the rich asshole from the wild parties in Loch Nora and speeding tickets on back country roads.

He knew of one adult who might help him—the crazy-looking Murray Bauman. But he had absolutely no idea how to contact him. He didn’t live in Hawkins and his number wasn’t in the phone book.

Meanwhile, another weekend had gone by. He’d tried to blow off Tommy and Carol again, but they dragged him out to cruise around and find people to hang with. He listened in on the conversations, but it all seemed kind of petty. Also, it was weird how much of the relationship drama he remembered. He knew which couples were going to start dating and who was going to cheat on their girlfriend or boyfriend and who was going to get dumped.

Carol noticed that he was acting weird and brought it up one time too many, and he snapped at her to leave him be. She backed off, but she and Tommy looked upset afterwards. They left him alone for a bit after that, though he could tell that they wanted to confront him about it.

The days kept slipping away from him. His parents could tell that something was wrong, too, but he was able to keep them off his case by saying that things were going weird with his friends at school. The opposite tactic might have worked if he’d thought of it before he’d snapped at Carol. He didn’t think they’d buy it now.

#the trolley problem #time travel #part 6 #my writing #stranger things #steddie

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sukioyakio · 7 months

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START OF SOMETHING NEW

POPSTAR!MIGUEL x NERDY!femreader

Summary: basically where reader come to an concert with her best friend to see the spider man’s,then she end up meeting him,and saving or helping his butt out of an situation

Warning:cursing,horrible at describing things,.

AN:umm hell to you guys who are reader this,this is my first time posting my work here,and I just WANTED TO SAY I HOPE YOU enjoyed this,I made my friends read this me,so yea,and helped me with their feedback and any feedback is APPRECIATED,and pls don’t be afraid to comment,anyway I hope you enjoyed this first chapter

words : 2k

she was woken by the sound of her alarm,causing to rub her eyes,and getting up from her comfortable bed,as she look at the time to see what it was,she realized she was going to late for work,

Reader/y/n-“fuck,fuck,fuck,shit I’m going to be late for work again,ughhh” she says as she runs to the bathroom,take an quick shower,washes her hair,her face and body,then got out of the bathroom,drying herself really quickly,and then she gets dress,hurting herself with the corner of the bed,-“ahhh!shit,ufhh,jezz that shit hurt,oww”,she says while biting her lip,she was done getting dress,she put her shoes,-“should I eat something?nope that will take time”she says to herself,as she runs towards the bathroom,to brush her teeth and do her hair (well trying),her hair was messy and all over the place,as she runs towards the door grabbing her keys and her oversized jacket,and the important things,

She was running towards her work job,passing people,and finally she got to work (she works in coffee shop),she was sweating, “at least I got my exercise for the day”,as she look at her best friend who had her hand tied with work,and with the tons of customers,walking in the back she knew that this was going to be an very much exhausting day.

“So,what do you have for your excuse this time so being late to work,hmm?”-her best friend (let just call her Millie) while she was making the coffee,and the sweet tea,(tbh I was writing what Starbucks employees do😔🤫😭) as she look at her,with an teasing smile,as reader looked at her with playful rolling her eyes,”oh shut it,I just had an extraordinarily long night and woke up late,of study”-she said while finishing up someone coffee,and calling the name of the customer,giving them an fake smile,

as she goes back to her station,as she was making another customer order,as she hear Millie speak-“so your coming with meeeee to the concert Right,your coming right,it like the first time I actually see THE Miguel in person” millie said happily and nudging her arm,as reader mumbles some words under her breath, “Oh yea I’m gonna come with you,I’m so happy to see him and his performance” she try’s not to sound unpleasant,and not annoyed,but it come out sarcastic as fuck,

After the rush hour,of customers coming in,everything went to quiet and only an few customers were there,millie was the first to talk to her,as she walked to where reader was,

Millie knew she would be at one of the table and working on her own homework for her college assignment,as Millie sat next to her since there was nothing to do,as reader looked at her,with an raise eyebrows “yes Millie?what is it” she says with an playful smile and questioning voice,as she put her attention on her,just to see millie with her ionic grin,

”sooooooo,since you are going WITH me,to the concert,can I-“ Millie got interrupted by her “No,nope,nuh nuh,no make up ” she said to her with not wanting an argument with her,”yuh uhhhhh,just onceeeee,I won’t bother you,pleaseee” millie says with an desperate voice and an pout,as reader rolls her eyes

“Mhmm,how about you ask your ghost friend to come you to the concert,hmm what was his Name Again,OH YEA it Casper”she says in an serious yet sarcastic tone,as she rolls her eyes,as Millie dramatically gasp at her word,and hold her chest with her hand and place where her heart is,” you wouldn’t dare leave me all ALONE in an concert,uhhhh fine I won’t talk about it” millie says defeating as she crossed her arms,”uh huh,good” she says with an chuckle and look at reader assignment,and her face down In horror,”wait,wait we had homework for Ms Marine,UGRHH” millie says with an deep sigh,as reader look at her and reader said it ok that she can copy her own work

Then it was the time to get ready for Miguel O’Hara concert,as reader didn’t really care about being fancy or anything she just got her t-shirt and her comfortable pajama pants and her comfortable hoodie,and wash her face,and waited for Millie to pick her up,as she was scroll on her instagram feed,after 10 minutes later,she see an text message saying “IM HERE BITCH LET FUCKING GOOO AND I BOUGHT THE CAR THAT MY DADY GOT ME!!”,she chuckles,and went through the front the door and got her key, her phone,and her wallet,and walked out the door and took the stairs down to Mille car,seeing she that she looked beautiful as always,as she opens the passenger door and sat inside to hear Mille speak “IM SOOO READY TO SEE HIM,OMFG What IF HE SMILE AT ME!but I’m not that delusional!” Mille says happily and smiling,as she drove to the concert,as reader laughed at her stuipdness,she can’t help but smile as well,at seeing her best friend being so happy

Trying to find an Dawn parking spot was the hardest getting inside was an absolute mission,with people coming in and out,but we got there,and Millie got to the one of the front row’s,and Millie wouldn’t stop talking about Miguel ohara,or the other members and then after 35 minutes of waiting for the concert to start,the spider Band (MOST creative name ever 😔😌✊)

Lyla:”HELLO Ladies and Gentlemannnnnnn,WHO IS READY FOR THE PERFORMANCE OF YOUR LIFETIME!!!! SAYYY hello to THE SEXIEST Band ever!! THE SPIDER’S!!!”lyla says happily,while holding the mic,she was smiling with such an adorable face,and her walk toward the stage was smooth,she was wearing an white colored suit with flowing yellow floral laced layer that was strap to her waist of her suit,moving with her body,as she was infront of the stage,she put her hand in the air and positioned her finger in an gun position,and speaker into the mic

“LET MAKE THIS ONE OF AN HELL OF AN NIGHT!!”lyla says with an smirk and then she stomped on the floor then the whole stadium goes dark,Millie who was shaking reader the whole time and screaming like the other people around them,reader who thought she would loss her hearing,as she watched Millie screaming from the top of her lung,as she looked at the stage to see the crowd quiet down,as now the band was now there pairs such colorful clothes and designs,as the crowd gets loud as hell,with all of them saying “THE SPIDER BAND!!”,As reader see the light on Lyla and this guy with an sort of punk rock designed with such cool looking pants,and he was wearing makeup,an neon red and green stripes on his face only in the corner of her eyes,as he tap something on his ear,and speak to the crowd “let’m Rock and roll,BABY!!”hobie says with an playful voice,as he played his guitar,then the other band members,including Gwen,miles,Miguel,pavitr,Lyla,Margo,and Jessica (those are the people who are on stage,the other members who are peter b Parker,Ben Riley,Miles.G/Miles42 are in the back stage)

*Insert any song that you think would fit all of them together,with of them singing*(I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT WOULD ALL OF THEM SING TOGETHER,😭😭☠️💀especially with Miguel,Miles,gwen,hobie,Lyla,Jess,pavitr and margo,cuz like I know what role Gwen and hobie would be,cuz of the movie,I for sure know that margo would definitely be an background singer or an lead up singer,but IDK WHAT SONG WOULD THEY SING TOGETHER,but if they were to sing there singles,I know what they would sing😭😭😭)as reader see an tall as hell guy standing there with an fake smile on his face,as he was singing the lyrics,he was wearing an turtleneck with so many accessories on his pants,and he had his hair combed back neatly,he was wearing gloves and sunglasses that put his outfit together,but reader wasn’t even interested in this concert to be honest with herself,she was just interested in the outfit they had on,

AFTER the concert was finished,everyone was leaving and so did she and Millie did,but after finding which car is her and where is it they found it,”come on,I can drive you home,it already late”Millie said gently to reader,as reader”im fine,Millie,it only an few blocks away from here,anyway you need to get some sleep,so you could copy my homework” she says with an calmly voice,but in an tone that Millie knows that no matter what she does she won’t get in,

”fine,I see you later,you better not get kidnapped,cuz I’m going to find who tf dare touch my nerdy friend”Millie says as she get inside the and starts to drive away waving goodbye to reader,

as reader starts to walk away from the stadium that was host inside of the concert,fixing her glasses and she was enjoying her late night walk alone,as she looks up at the moon light,putting her hands in her pjs pants,she was humming to her favorite song,after walking halfway away from the stadium,she hears an crowd of people coming here,their feet steps were coming to were she was,as she was still walking,she and someone bumped into her,as she just stumble an little bit,as she look behind as she see Miguel O’Hara standing there,

as she rolls her eyes,mumbling “ay great now im here with mr hot stuff” she says in an whisper voice she thought that she could only hear,but Miguel heard her,and said “I’m sorry, wait,esperar por favor,can you please hide me from those culo loco fans” he said in an annoyed,yet desperate voice,as he face showing his annoyance,as they could hear the group of people coming towards them,as she waits an little bit,and look at his face,and pushes her glasses,and sighs softly, “fine,I’ll help but when those people leave im leaving”she says with an scuff and take off her hoodie and handed to him,he looks at it and then get more annoyed at her “what now you want me to write an autograph on your hoodie,ah Que maravilloso” he said sarcastically,as he rolls his eyes out,and mumbles some words,reader who looks at him like he was slow, “no dumbass,I’m sorry if you can’t use your popstar brain,to figure out I’m telling you to wear it” she says in an harsh yet sarcastic voice,as she rolls her eye at him,and gave him an fake smile,as Miguel looked at her glasses,and then grab the hoodie and put it on him,she just didn’t care enough about his attitude at the moment and the only thing she cared was going home and not being bothered,”Now what,pequeña señorita”Miguel says in an stern voice,as the footsteps we’re getting louder,”now switch glasses,so it can be believeable,and ruffled your hair mr ohara,and start walking”as he did it and walked forward,as the group of people were the same street as them,and were asking where is Miguel or he couldn’t have gone that far from here,or that maybe one of the members got him,but in the end they left,as reader and Miguel were walking,and heard that they left,reader trip on an someone wallet,”are you seriously that blind without your glasses”Miguel says in his stern voice but his serious act was breaking up ,and chuckles at reader tripping over, “oh shut it mr bad boy wannabe,just give me my glasses and hoodie back and I’m be on my way” she say with an attitude,as she get up from the floor,and try to find where Miguel is,as she feel someone hand on her face taking off the sunglasses,and then put her circles glasses on her face,”there” he says to her,with an serious face,and he takes off the hoodie as well,giving it to her,”thanks” he says to her and walks the other way,”yea,hope…to never see you again” she say calmly and walked her way home,and when she finally got home with no problem,she didn’t care about shower,she was too tired to do anything but sleep on her bed.Meanwhile Miguel was at gas station,he needed to get away from his famous life and just chill,he needed to get away from those annoying flashing lights always on his face or his crew members faces,as he was sitting down by the side of an road eating an snack,as he watched the moon,as he recalled what that girl said “mr bad boy wannabe”as he scoffed at her comment,and rolled his eyes,”what an werid rude girl” as he got up,to only hear the sound of his phone,as he looked it was Lyla saying to come here,so they can go to the hotel,as he call an anyone to pick him up.

#miguel o'hara fluff #miguel ohara fanfiction #series 1 #miguel o’hara x reader #Popstar!miguel x nerdyreader #first time writing

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