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peninkwrites · 9 months

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The Green Room - Ch 1 of 4

Showfall Media's recasting process starts with a trip to the green room. There, cast members are offered the truth before the slate is wiped clean...

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RANBOO - RECASTING 14

“Hello? Hello, Ranboo, are you with us?”

Ranboo hears a voice, calm and friendly, but it’s hard for them to focus on.

“Ranboo? Ranboo, are you there? Someone check his new mask, actually, take it off for the first part of the session, it’s redundant,” the voice continues, and Ranboo feels someone unclasp something from the back of his head, and a weight falls from their face. They take a deep breath. Their head is pounding. Ranboo opens his eyes, squinting as he’s immediately blinded by dull, artificial lighting.

“Ranboo? Testing, one two three,” the voice laughs. “Can you hear me? It’s okay if you’re a little out of it, after the work hair and makeup had to put into fixing your skull… dizziness is to be expected.”

Ranboo blinks, a figure coming into focus. A man is smiling at them, small, dark hair, lab coat. He sits in an armchair, clipboard in hand. Ranboo’s head hurts, not merely a headache, but everything. A pounding ringing in their skull, an ache across their face even as the mask had been removed. Ranboo tries to sit up, but he can’t move very far. Their gaze turns unsteadily to the arms of the armchair they’ve been placed in. There are cuffs around their wrists, padded to ensure they cannot damage a freshly restored cast member.

“W-What… What’s going on? Why can’t I… Why can’t I move?” Ranboo looks back up at the man. “Who’re you..?”

“Hi, Ranboo. I’m no one important, a member of HR,” he is still smiling. “You can… you can call me Dr. Smith, how about that?”

“Right… right, Dr. Smith, that sounds like your real name…” Ranboo mutters, their gaze blearily taking in the rest of the room. It’s not some hellish torture dungeon, rather, it’s almost pleasant. Dr. Smith sits in another armchair across from them, to one side is an empty couch, a coffee table in front of it with a bowl of candies and an array of magazines. “Where… What is this place?”

“You’re in the green room, Ranboo. You’ve been here before, you’ll be here again, and by the time we’re done here, you might even remember those visits,” the man is still smiling.

Ranboo’s thoughts are crawling to the surface through a deep fog. “How… how am I here? Wait–” They sit up again, tugging against the bonds, heart racing. “How am I here?! Why am I here, I don’t– I don’t understand, it–” Ranboo’s eyes scrunch up as they feel a lump form in their throat. “It– It hurt,” one hand reaches up, hoping to brush against their own face, but the restraints stop them.

The man nods sympathetically. “I’d imagine it did! That was quite the show. Which is why you’re here! Normally, we don’t need to do a full reset, that handy mask of yours tends to do the trick, but, well, after reconstruction, we need to make sure all of your cognitive functions are working, check your thinking, your memory, before we rip it all out again for the next show, see? You’ve done this before, Ranboo.”

“Where’s… W-What about the others?! If I’m still here, if I’m alive, then– where are they?!” Ranboo struggles frantically, all of their focus in trying to tug one hand free of their bonds, even as the fabric begins to rub their skin raw.

“Ranboo, they’re okay. They’re alive, as you are, and are either waiting for the next show, or being reprogrammed in their own green rooms,” the man’s voice is calm and reassuring, his words are nothing but.

“Let me go,” Ranboo stops struggling, staring down at their wrist, hands balled tightly into white-knuckled fists. Their voice shakes, even if they don’t want it to. “Y-You said I could die… they said I could die, it’s not fair.”

“So you do remember!” The man says cheerfully. “That’s great, Ranboo.”

“I don’t wanna be here… I don’t want to do this,” their voice breaks, hunched forward as this heavy dread once more presses down on their shoulders. He remembers now, fuzzily, painfully, but he remembers the last show. “I don’t want to do this, I don’t want to do this…”

Dr. Smith talks right over him. “Yes, don’t worry, the feeling will be fixed later, but first! Clarity. That’s the magic of the green room, Ranboo! This is the one place where you and your costars get clarity.”

Ranboo’s eyebrows furrow in confusion, drawn from their survivor’s grief. “What… Clarity? What the hell do you mean clarity?”

“Well, Ranboo, when a cast member needs reset, first we have to… dump out all the gunk from up there,” the man taps his own temple to demonstrate. “The slime, if you will,” he laughs, “and to do that, we have to riddle out any confusion! You see, curiosity, unfinished business, uncertainty, these are the types of things that can make reprogramming… well, a more complicated process for us, and a more painful process for you. I will answer any questions you have, to the best of my ability. It’s in your best interest to engage, alright? It’s a win-win! You get all of your questions answered, you even get to be yourself for a few minutes, if we make it that far, and we get you primed and ready for your recasting!”

Ranboo’s thoughts sluggishly look for a way out, but mostly they’re just tired. “Do I have a family?”

“Yes. You do. Everyone has a family, Ranboo. We haven’t started growing our cast members in a lab, not just yet,” he laughs.

“That’s all I get?!” Ranboo snaps. “You’re not gonna tell me about them?! I can’t–” They shut their eyes tightly, more pain piercing their skull. “I can’t remember… I don’t remember more than that… How can I not remember more than that?”

“I would hope not,” Dr. Smith says, and Ranboo’s eyes snap open to stare at him, taken aback. The man returns the gaze only with pity. “I mean, think about it, Ranboo. Do you really want to know more? You’re just going to forget again, and you’re never going to see them again. This is a kindness, I promise. If you really want to know, I’ll tell you. Like I said, all questions asked will be answered to the best of my ability.”

Ranboo nods, lip trembling. They stare back down at their bound wrists, but they don’t struggle. “Why am I alive?”

“Well, despite the vote, ratings still seem to want you alive! So, you’re back! You’ll likely be recast, just so the audience thinks it makes more sense for you to be returned, I think the writing team have plans for a spin like ‘oh, the Hero is dead for now, but not our Ranboo!’ Something like that, they always make it work.”

“I don’t… I don’t understand. I don’t know what’s real…” Ranboo isn’t sure why he’s fending off tears. To avoid being seen as weak in front of this monster? It’s clear he’s already seen him weak, and apparently will again.

“What’s real, Ranboo?” The man asks delicately. Ranboo doesn’t respond. “See, the green room is real. This is one place where you can know you’re not on set, it’s by design, see? It’s… well, green rooms are for rest, right? They’re meant to be… almost purifying.”

“But… but me, I don’t…” Ranboo knows they’re crying now, they don’t even have enough movement to wipe the tears from their cheeks. “I don’t know. I don’t know…”

“That’s alright, Ranboo, because I do,” the man reaches out and puts a gentle hand over theirs. “Let me help you. All you have to do is ask.”

Ranboo stares at his hand touching theirs like it’s a dead rat. “Don’t fucking touch me.”

Dr. Smith obliges, but it feels more like he’s indulging them rather than respecting his autonomy as a human being. Ranboo doesn’t ask a question, so the doctor continues. “You know, the deaths you saw, the violence, that was all real. Your terror was warranted, not irrational, see? We just get to reset the board afterwards, so the deaths were genuine, yes, but permanent? Thankfully not!”

“Can I… the others, Sneeg, Charlie, all of them, can I see them?”

“No. Not now, at least.”

“Why?”

The man smiles again, somehow more patronizing than before. “It wouldn’t be good for production. Again, green room, clean room. We can’t allow for any distractions or… or guests,” he laughs. “Try and be practical, Ranboo. I know you must have questions. You always do.”

That sends a particular shiver down their spine. “How many times have we met? Before now?” Ranboo asks.

“With me personally?” Dr. Smith thinks this over. “Well, you and I have worked together… four times now? This would be the fifth, but if you’re asking how many times you’ve been to the green room, I don’t know that, actually,” he skims his paperwork. “That particular data isn’t kept on file.”

Ranboo scoffs, staring at the rest of the room rather than at the insufferable being across from him. “And how long have I been here? At… at Showfall?”

“Hm, Ranboo, that question also falls under a list of… well, the answer might do more harm than good. Are you sure you want one?”

Ranboo looks back over at him, wishing they could project their loathing like a weapon. “Tell me.”

The man inhales through his teeth sympathetically. “Five years. Although, you’ve been the Hero for a lot less than that.”

Ranboo takes this in and feels like the air has been knocked from their lungs. They nod, processing slowly. “H-How old am I?” Having to ask that question makes them want to scream. They’re not really sure why they don’t.

“You are…” The man flips back a few pages in his packet. “Nineteen! Your birthday is in November, and it’s currently May, so you’re right in the middle, huh?”

“You… you took a kid. I was fourteen, I was fucking fourteen, do you not realize how… how twisted that is?!” Ranboo snaps.

“Well, you weren’t with us full time back then, the audition process is much longer than you’d think, and not sure if you’ve noticed from the contents of our shows, but they’re not very child friendly,” he laughs.

“Full… full time? What does… what does that mean?”

“It means your parents brought you here, we started the process of you joining the cast, and then you would go home again! Up until you were ready,” he says brightly.

This awakens a dozen fresh agonies, and Ranboo understands why Dr. Smith suggested he not answer. Plenty of cruel questions come to the surface, they brought me here willingly? Did they know? What do you mean got me ready? What the hell did you do to a fourteen year old kid? Ranboo doesn’t want to touch that, so they ask something else. “What of… what was real? The show, what parts were… were you, and what parts were me?”

“Hm, I’m not sure I follow, Ranboo. All of it was us, and everything you did was you! That’s how doing things works,” he laughs again. His stupid, polite little chuckle is infuriating.

“No, but no it wasn’t all me! It wasn’t! That– That mask, that wasn’t me! I watched all of those people get hurt! And I… I didn’t try to save them, I didn’t…” Ranboo trails off, guilt and confusion a leaded ball in their stomach.

“Well, that’s because it wasn’t your job to save them yet, you were the Hero, but they weren’t meant to be saved,” Dr. Smith explains gently. “But you still did those things. That was you, as much as anything is you anymore. I think what you’re really trying to ask, is what was scripted? Hm? Because toward the end there, it was supposed to feel like you broke off script. But you didn’t. The one thing that took us by surprise a little, was when you picked the wrong code, but it didn’t matter, the result was going to be the same either way, but everything else? That was all part of the script.”

“So… so when I ran from… from all of those people, them trying to stop me, that was…?”

“Scripted, yes,” he nods. “They weren’t actually supposed to catch you. I mean, really,” another laugh. “Did you really think there would be a big red button you’d press that would fix everything? Did you really think you managed to press it just at the last second before Showfall staff were upon you? Do you really think Security held back from disemboweling Slimecicle just long enough for him to say his lines out of chance? Or… or the rest of the staff coming in, only after Slimecicle told you to run! I mean, you don’t still believe that Hetch was on your side, do you? The single glowing exit sign? What about–” Another laugh, this one less polite, “what about your little bow? Hm, Ranboo? You bowing out of the scene? Do you really think a rational person, fleeing after all that violence, would pause to take a bow? Ranboo, now really,” he tuts him. “It’s showmanship. You weren’t ever rebellious. You were playing the Hero, remember? It was programmed into you.”

“That… but I remember making those decisions, I made choices, then, I did! It wasn’t like– When the mask started to… to glitch out or whatever, it felt different to before! They… they felt like my choices.”

“I’m sure they did, because they technically were your choices, but you made them because Showfall wanted you to, do you understand?”

“No, no I don’t understand,” Ranboo starts tugging at his restraints again, anger a facade for panic, because if every choice they had made, if none of it had been theirs, then…

“Ranboo, please settle down. I understand that this is a hard truth, but fighting it won’t change anything,” Dr. Smith says with that same awful, condescending pity.

Ranboo fights even harder, a desperate tangent roiling in their head, I’m doing this. I’m choosing to do this, this is me. It’s not them. It can’t be them. Ranboo leans down, biting the edge of the cuff, slowly loosening the strap holding it in place.

“Now, Ranboo, don’t be irrational, now,” the doctor continues. Ranboo frees his right wrist and lunges forward toward the man’s face just as he scrambles out of his chair. “Could we get the mask back on him, please?!”

Ranboo tries to tear their left hand free as well, but then he feels hands on him, grabbing onto their arms, pulling them back into the chair. “No! No, let go of me!” He screams, kicking and flailing violently. Another staff member in that awful white mask grabs onto their legs, all of their limbs pinned until they can barely move. “Let me go! Just let me go! Just kill me! Please!” Ranboo sobs, his struggling grows weaker, helplessness sinking its teeth in deep, and then they see the mask lowered over their face. “No! No, not again! No, I don’t want it, I don’t–” They writhe against the people holding them, but someone even grabs onto his skull to hold him steady while the other person latches the mask back into place.

Ranboo stops struggling. They don’t choose to, but they stop anyway. The mask at least allows them to continue to cry. “Please… please…” They don’t know what they’re pleading for anymore.

“Thank you. You can set him down now, I think we’re almost finished here,” Dr. Smith straightens his labcoat, returning to his seat. “Where were we? Ah, yes! The Hero,” he says the title like they share an inside joke. “All of your actions, all of your resistance, your whole temperament, that was carefully designed, Ranboo. Just like that mask you’re wearing. Everything you are, we made. Everything about you belongs to us. And I mean that literally, that copyright is airtight.”

Ranboo doesn’t move. They can’t. They can speak, but they refuse.

“Do you have any more questions for me, Ranboo?”

He refuses to look at him, staring down at his hands, balled tightly into fists on the armrest, and he wills them to move, either toward the doctor’s throat or his own. They don’t. The mask feels heavy on their face after being without it.

“In that case, I’ll say he’s as prepared as he can be,” the doctor signs the bottom of a sheet of paper. “It’s going to be a rough reset for him, this time. Sorry about that, Ranboo. I’d ask you to try harder to participate next time, but it’s not like you’ll remember, now, will you?” Dr. Smith gives him a condescending little wave, and then Ranboo finds he’s able to stand. He doesn’t want to stand, and for a moment, he manages to freeze, to not take a step forward, but then they feel one hand on their shoulder, another fiddling with the latch at the back of the mask, and then they’re being steered forward to a hallway, and they follow, one step in front of another.

#ah I kinda wanted to make this longer bc I am very excited by this idea #might write more with other characters!#generation loss #my writing #genloss #ranboo

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wanderrlust0 · 8 months

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idk why he says nothings wrong when i ask him, when clearly something is wrong. ik how he is & when somethings up but he still denied it. i understand if he doesnt wanna get into it rn or he just wants to let it go but like in this case, i pretty much know exactly what its about that could be bothering him & the only way to put him at ease is to talk about it….again! this one specific thing triggered his mood last night & i didnt even think it would. i noticed a red scratch mark on my chest and sent him a pic saying how i think his cat made the scratch. his reply was soo serious, like i could actually feel him doubting me thru the phone. i knew he was questioning if it was really the cat bc he said how he was close to my chest the other day and didnt see anything so that is odd that theres a scratch. !! i immediately knew where his mind went & that thought didnt even occur to me when i sent that pic..like if i knew that would cause him to think of this crazy scenario then i wouldnt have sent that snap in the first place tbh bc right after that, his tone & the way he texted just shifted. hes not the best at masking his feelings like me so i can tell when the energy feels different. i also posted some pics from the hangout on my ig story & he saw it later that night. i have a feeling that added to his misery and all of today it was so prevalent, even if he denies it. idc if he says nothings wrong bc its not convincing and its not just in my head. he went from msging me all cutesy & happy to immediately being more neutral & uninterested. we always send a snap to say good morning (unless we get busy but we still send a snap with whatever we’re doing). he didnt open the app, as well as reply to my snap, until 7:15pm.. around 4 was when i asked him whats wrong (bc i already knew he was ignoring me). his response was that nothing really is wrong and how he went straight to work and his boss switched his assignment. usually id let that go but not when its already past 7 and hes firsttt opening snapchat to answer me ? and i see that hes been on instagram. also.. hes always talking to me when hes either at work already, still at home, or driving to work. the only time he goes mia like that is when something is definitely upsetting him. also!.. when that happens, he will text me after a couple hrs to let me know how hes feeling & why he was silent. he didnt always do that but i told him to bc its not fair to me by feeling like ive done something or just the feeling of purposely being ignored by my own boyfriend. but yeah.. he didnt do any of that this time BC its this whole situation again. i really dont know what more i could do to reassure him about it. i feel like ive done and am doing all that i can rn. its mostly up to him now to let himself figure it out and honestly, just trust me. like just saying.. im not gonna be making that mistake that you (both) did and be stupid with it.. and neither will snow. theyre not a “friend” its actually becoming really genuine and sweet and i wont let it get ruined bc of him doubting me. i also wont let the friendship ruin me and him. i really cant help but compare it to what he did with his friend, especially since i just found out like a month ago. i also have this suspicion that it happened earlier that yr (when we were still together) than what he told me, but i dont even wanna think about that for any longer. i was told by her Husband! that it happened when they were still in school together. that means a year before. idk if i believe that. she mightve lied, but my suspicion’s still there. like i asked him if he remembered what month and he couldnt. all he knew was that it was during our break..-.- the what.…like 1 1/2 month long break. you dont remember which month..? i sound so salty rn omg i dont mean to. im just trying to understand. ill see how he is with me tm bc we barely talked today. kind of glad i worked most of the day so i was able to keep busy and not hyper focus on him ignoring me.

#mypost #journal #continued in the comments

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sappy-and-sapphic · 1 year

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My thoughts on Gap the series, episode 1, in no particular order. It's kinda long, oops

The dome shots in this show are so pretty. Dome shots, my beloved.

On that same note, the cinematography is very good for this show. The colors, the styling, the sets and the lighting are brilliant. It's so colorful and beautiful.

It's very telling that Mon always have some pink in her outfits so far meanwhile Sam always have black in her outfits.

Mon is in love already so the pink. And her first outfit was mainly white, showing her innocence.

Black has many meanings. It's elegant and classy, a nod to Sam's high position.

It's also a color associated with evil and darkness which can be a nod to Sam 's reputation in the company and also her bleak life, devoid of colors.

The first time we see Sam in white is after Mon 's introduction to her life which could mean things. White isn't in Sam 's color palette before that dress despite how well it goes with her usual black.

The styling team is doing a tremendous job all in all. I love Mon 's earrings, I want all of them. I want Sam 's white top/cloak/dress. That's the most gorgeous piece of clothing that I ever saw.

Sam's heels in her introduction were so gorgeous too. I don't like heels and I still want those.

The whole dream dance scene was so good. I melted when dream Sam put dream Mon 's hand on her own neck. This is what I live for.

Baby Mon is so fucking cute. The cutest kid ever.

Mon adopted Sam's pet then? Omg that's a great trope. It means more shots of the cute doggo, right? Right?

Meeting your soulmate when they saved your life might be cliched but I love it.

I really should have seen the parallel coming.

Sam saving Mon when Mon wondered if Sam has changed too much was chef's kiss. That was dramatic irony done well.

The writing is so good so far. I am so happy.

Freen and Becky look so good. They're such pretty women. We're really winning today.

I am really liking the rest of the supporting cast so far. They're all fun to watch.

Yuki is a good friend. Even I would pull Mon 's cheeks at the first opportunity. Mon is so cute.

Mon 's parents are so cute together. It shouldn't have taken me this long to figure out that he was her stepfather but this is on me.

Sam 's grandmother is really horrible. God, that ultimatum was awful.

So that company is basically Sam 's only ticket to freedom 😭

Is Sam the thirdborn? I really wanna know the full deets about what happened to her siblings.

Kirk is really nice for a forced fiancee. I wasn't expecting to like him this much.

Sam's entrance to the office really gives me Devil wears Prada vibes and I love it.

Tbh Mon shouldn't have just stood there while everyone was rushing but then again how else would Sam get a good first look at her future wife then.

Not me clinging to Sam asking if Mon is okay when they fell on the stairs. See the ice queen cares!

Was that bracelet a gift? It costs 5 million baht and 50 million baht seems to be the goal for Sam's deal with grandmother. So was that just an arbitrary number that they decided on? Sam doesn't actually needs that money?

Poor Mon is really disappointed that her idol is not like what she thought.

Mon, you are really gone for Sam. She really said I don't want to be in this country if things don't work out with Sam.

Very gay of her tbh, I say this as a queer woman in love with another woman who would totally change countries for my gf.

When we see Sam pinning for Mon, then what? How will I survive that.

I loved the humor so far in the show. HR lady saying she didn't wanna go job searching again, the dinner scene with Mon 's parents, Sam cracking a joke and the reaction 😂

Sam, you could have just put Mon 's purse away or moved around. Why do I feel like you are just trying to talk to Mon? And then being rude to hide it.

The next office scene: Yup, called it.

Sam and Kirk 's friendship looks so precious. I hope it remains this way.

Sam really likes candles, doesn't she? Gift her candle when the time comes, Mon.

Grandma's house has servants but Sam's doesn't. Hmmm. Interesting.

Sam's signature color is black so far but her car is yellow which is very eye catching. That's an interesting combo of colors.

#gap the series #gap the series episode 1 #thai gl #sam x mon #ash rambles...

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mediabrainrot · 3 years

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Lean On Me (TSDK Ch. 3)

Pairing: Spencer x reader

Season: 2

Word count: 4.5k

Summary: Spencer and the reader find out they live in the same building and figure it would just make sense to spend a little extra time with each other because of it. You know. As buds.

Warnings: vaguely sexual hints, honestly mostly just fluff

A/N: it takes me literally SO long to do these and i keep wanting to be like “ill do a more consistent schedule like maybe i have to post once a week! and then i remember i work 12 hrs a day 5 days a week <3. anyways this is the first actually flirty romantic chapter and i’m gonna be annoying and stretch this story out through the entirety of the series & rewrite some eps w u in them so if that’s the kinda thing u like lmk if u wanna be tagged !

Ch. 1 - Ch. 2

Your feet drag across the floor as you begrudgingly make your way to your front door, checking that you have everything with you. You step out into the hallway, making sure the lock clicks into place and jimmying the handle just to be safe, before making your way to the elevator, half-lidded and groggy.

You pull out your phone, checking your messages. One unread, from Reid to the work chat.

On my way.

Capitalized and with a period. You chuckle, he always texts so formally. With one hand clicking at the buttons of your phone, the other presses the elevator down button. You respond as it dings.

me 2

The elevator bell chimes, mechanical doors sliding open, and you hear a familiar text tone ring.

You look up with a furrowed brow, eyes growing wide.

“Spencer?” you gape, trying to process what's in front of you. The tall man looks up from softly smiling down at his phone, and he mirrors your expression when he sees you.

“Y/N?” He feels his heart rate jump, his phone suddenly feeling very heavy and slippery in his hands.

“What are you-?” You began, and he cut you off.

“I live here.” he stutters, and you laugh.

“No way. I live here,” you exclaim. “We live in the same building and didn’t even know?”

The elevator doors begin to slide shut since you’ve just been standing there staring at each other, so Spencer darts his hand out quickly, stopping them from shutting.

“I guess we have.” he laughs. “Why haven’t I seen you yet?” he asks, and you step inside, leaning against the handrail. “I usually don’t leave this early, I’ve still been settling in, but I finally wanted to try and find a good coffee shop,” you explain, and he nods, the elevator slowly lowering you down.

“I always leave this time. We usually leave work at different times too- that’s why we never caught each other.” He says, and the elevator stops again, doors sliding open and letting in a small old woman and her even smaller dog.

“That makes sense- wait, why the fuck-” the woman glances over her shoulder at you, frowning. You lower your voice, and Spencer snickers. “-why do you come to work so early?” you question, and you finally drop to the ground floor, waiting a moment as the old woman steps out.

“I’m a morning person. I like to try and keep my circadian rhythms in check to keep my cognitive abilities at their best.” He says, and you gag jokingly as you both make your way through the lobby and out into the cold morning air.

“Ugh. I hate mornings. I’ll just stick with my shitty cognitive abilities I guess.” you say, and he smiles. You’ve stopped on the sidewalk in front of your building, facing one another.

“Well, I guess I’ll see you at work then,” he says, turning towards the direction of the nearest metro station.

“Wait, uh-” your hand dashes out to his forearm, stopping him. It feels suddenly very warm against his soft overcoat. You pull it away just as quickly, as if you’d burned yourself, once you have his attention. “why don’t you come with me? I’m uh, new here, obviously. You know, show me the good coffee spots.” your voice is timid as you ask. He reaches up and scratches the back of his neck nervously, averting his eyes.

“I uh, don’t actually really go out for coffee very much. I usually just make it at home.” He says and you frown, gasping ever so slightly.

“You’ve lived here for how long? And you don’t have a favorite coffee shop? Alright, that’s enough, we’re both gonna search for the best coffee shop. You need to learn to treat yourself, Doctor.” you push away your nerves as you speak, reaching around that soft wool coat and pulling him towards the nearest cafè.

The heels of your boots click softly as you make your way towards the metro, taking another sip of your coffee.

“So, first impressions, what’s the ranking?” you ask, and Spencer doesn’t answer, because his lips have barely left his drink since it was cool enough for him to sip. It was some sort of caramel-mocha-vanilla-latte sugar overload. He pulls his lips away from the edge of the cup, swallowing quickly.

“Good. Really good. I didn’t know coffee could taste like this.” he says, and you laugh at the whip cream mustache adorning his top lip.

“Here,” you say, pulling a napkin from your bag. You don't even really think about what you're doing, you just reach up and swipe across his top lip, tossing it into a convenient trash can to your left as you walk.

Spencer feels his cheeks warm, overly aware of the paper-thin barrier between his lip and your finger. He couldn’t quite think straight, trying not to trip over his own feet as you approached the metro entrance.

“Spencer? Did you hear me?” you call, and he realizes that you’ve been speaking to him this whole time.

“Huh?” he asks, his lip still tingling.

“I asked if I could taste it- but germs. I forgot, sorry,” you regret, and he realizes you took his silence as his refusal.

“No, no, you can, it’s fine,” he says, surprising himself.

“Are you sure? You really don’t have to,” you reassure, and he finds himself unexpectedly sure of his answer.

“Seriously,” he swears, holding the still-warm cup out to you. You take it gratefully, leaning on the rails slightly as you walk down the cement stairs and towards the subway system.

“Mmmm…” you hum, a soft smile gracing your cheeks as you hand the coffee back to him. “Like drinking dessert.”

“I know. It’s great.” he grins, swiping his card through the turnstile and pushing through, following close behind.

“Can I try yours then?” He asks, and you walk up towards the terminal, leaning on a large cement column, waiting for your train.

You hold your drink out to him, watching as he wraps his lips around the straw, taking a sip.

“That’s good too. What did you order again?” he asks, trying to ignore the fact that his lips were touching something yours had.

“A mocha, it’s basically just fancy chocolate milk,” you say, and he nods, your train pulling up.

It’s packed, the station is already busy from the morning rush hour. You stay close to Spencer, pushing your way into the cabin. There are no seats left, and barely any standing room, so Spencer squeezes his small frame towards the edge, reaching up and grabbing onto the railing. You cram in next to him, trying to steady your breathing as your fronts press up together. You place your hand on the rail just beside his, and somehow your thumbs brushing against one another makes you shiver more than the fact that you’re entirely crushed against him.

You can feel his heartbeat- fast and uneven, and you think about how he doesn’t like touching, or germs, and that he can’t be enjoying this very much, which is surely why.

The doors slide shut after what feels like forever, and Spencer can’t bring himself to look at you, this is the closest he’s been to anyone in a while.

The ride is quiet now, neither of you finding anything to say. You sway and steady yourselves as the train twists and turns.

It zips around a particularly sharp corner before coming to an unusually abrupt stop. Everyone gasps slightly, the whole cabin shifting at the sudden stop in momentum.

Spencer drops his hand to steady you, clutching onto your arms. He feels you leaning into him, your body weight pressing into his, heavy and warm as he steps his foot back to balance both of you. His heart is pounding, and he’s eyeballing the man in the seat below them who isn’t paying attention, incapable of looking you in the eye, because you're close enough to him that he can feel your breath on his neck.

You’re so soft against him, almost impossibly so, and he tries not to be disappointed when you find your footing again.

Suddenly the distance he had previously thought of as miniscule now feels enormous.

“Okay, okay, I didn’t want to be nosy, but also I do and I am and it’s my job. Did you come in with Spencer this morning?” Penelope asks, and you choke on your sandwich. Emily raises her eyebrows, grinning as she chews.

Other than Spencer, you clicked with Emily and Penelope the quickest. Being the only women in the field, you and Em often bunked together whenever sharing rooms was a necessity, and you bonded about the trials of trying to move up in the FBI around so many men.

Penelope followed soon after, always eager to hear her voice over the phone on a case or be wrapped up in one of her warm hugs when you returned, sharing cute animal photos to decompress from a particularly nasty case.

“I- we- we live in the same building.” you choked out, ears turning red. You glance over at him, still sitting at his desk. He often skipped lunch, which hadn’t gone unnoticed by you.

“You do?” Emily questions with a hand over her still full mouth.

“Yeah. I ran into him in the elevator this morning. I had no idea.”

They both nodded.

“We just figured we might as well commute together… and get coffee.” you cautiously added on, knowing they’d make a bigger deal of it than it was.

“Ooh… We’ll be spending a lot of time with Dr. Reid from here on then?” Garcia nudges, and you roll your eyes.

“Shut up.” you sigh, and she giggles.

You reach for a slice of apple from your lunch, and Emily gasps, reaching her hand out to stop you.

“You can’t eat that!” she exclaims, and you drop it onto your plate, frowning.

“What? What’s wrong with it?” you pick it back up, looking it over. Emily bites her lips, trying to contain her laugh.

“You’ll keep the Doctor away,” she says faux earnestly, and you groan, throwing the piece of fruit at her, she catches it effortlessly, laughing.

“I hate you both.”

You frown as the elevator chimes. Spencer hasn’t noticed, he’s so enthralled in his infodump about the difference between fungus and mushrooms that he hasn’t even noticed. You can’t even remember how you started talking about this, but you weren’t going to complain.

You nudge his arm, snapping him out of his concentrated rant, nodding to the opening doors.

“Your floor,” you say, voice soft and tired, if not a little disappointed to hear his excited ramblings halt.

“Oh, uh, yeah. Right. Sorry.” He stutters, and you smile, shaking your head.

“Don’t be. I like listening to you talk,” you say, and he’s acutely aware of his cheeks flushing, the corner of his mouth tugging up into a smile.

“I’ll uh, I’ll see you at work tomorrow.” He steps out past the threshold of the elevator, into the hallway, and you mumble a disheartened goodbye.

The elevator doors begin to slide shut, and almost imperceptibly, you hear a grumble.

Your hand shoots out, stopping the doors from closing.

“Spencer?” You call, and he whips around, eager.

“Yeah?” he asks, raising his brows.

“Are you hungry?” you ask, and he almost laughs.

“I guess, yeah. Why do you ask?”

“I was just… I noticed you didn’t eat lunch, again. And I was gonna make dinner at my place… if you-” he cuts you off, bouncing on the balls of his feet nervously.

“Oh, I- I couldn’t impose. You already bought me coffee this morning, I don’t-”

“Don’t be silly. I never learned how to cook for one anyways. You’d be doing me a favor.” You say, and your hand is still extended, holding the doors ajar, leaning forward ever so slightly.

“Are you sure?” He asks, a timid hope in his voice.

“Completely. I like cooking for others way more than just for myself anyways.” You assure, and he smiles, gripping the strap of his bag and stepping back into the elevator, the doors finally shut with both of you still inside.

“Why do you skip lunch so often anyways…?” you ask, knowing it isn’t always polite to question someone's eating habits.

“I just never think to pack one, and I get so into work that I forget to do anything else.” He says, and you laugh, stepping out as you reach your floor, just one up from his.

“Aren’t you the same guy who told me you like to wake up early to keep your circadian rhythms balanced?” you jab, and he chuckles, shrugging.

“I’m multifaceted,” he says, and you giggle. He always has something quick to say, if you stop and listen for long enough.

“Well, I can help with that I think,” you say, reaching into your bag to grab your keys as you come up to your door. He opens his mouth to ask you what you mean, but he lets out a breathy laugh instead.

“You’re kidding,” he says, and you look over your shoulder and frown.

“What?” you ask, and he shakes his head.

“You live directly above me.” He explains, and you push the door open with a laugh.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I’ve been dragging furniture all over my place for the last month,” you say, and he watches as you toss your bag onto the couch, reaching down and pulling your heels off.

“Yeah, I noticed,” he quips, though he’s only teasing. He’d been frustrated by the sporadic thudding and scraping coming from above while he tried to read during what little free time he had. But now, picturing you pushing your couch back and forth, rearranging your furniture trying to get the perfect layout, he didn’t feel as annoyed anymore. Not knowing it was you he’d been hearing.

“I’m so sorry, I’m horribly indecisive, it’s a problem.”

You shrug your coat off and hang it on the hook, and he can see genuine remorse in your face. He wants to laugh- this is the same woman he’s seen more than once tackle an unsub without a thought, and here you were, genuinely sorry for interrupting a dork like him while reading.

“Don’t worry about it, really,” he smiles reassuringly, and he sees your shoulders drop a little.

“Do you mind if I change out of my work clothes real quick? I gotta get out of these tights.” you ask, and he nods, sputtering out a weak ‘sure’. He’s trying not to let his eyes drift down your legs at the mention of them, long and full, and he can only imagine soft- though he shouldn’t- imagine what your legs feel like.

“Make yourself at home.” you smile, and you walk over to what he can only assume is your room, shutting the door behind you.

And then he’s alone, in your apartment, and he lets his eyes really scan the place.

It’s identical to his- kitchen, office, living room and bedroom all laid out in the same spots. He wants to peek into the office and see what it looks like, but he refrains. He ducks his head under the strap of his messenger bag, hanging it up on an empty hook next to your coat.

He steps towards the living room, warm and inviting, and it’s skillfully cluttered and decorated for how little time you’ve been here, it looks incredibly lived in. Warm yellows and burgundies and old vintage-looking furniture appears cozy and enticing, beckoning him to lay his head to rest and take a long nap.

He sits down stiffly as if he’s worried he might do something wrong, whatever that could even mean, and nearly jumps when he feels something brush against his leg.

He looks down to see a fluffy black cat staring back up at him with a single, golden eye.

“Oh. Hi.” he addresses, somewhat formally for an animal. It lets out a raspy meow in return, before lifting its paws up to his knees, jumping into his lap.

“Oh- okay. What’s your name?” he says, and it meows again, pushing its head against his hand, which he takes as an invitation to pet it. Up close now, he can see that its left eye is missing, the socket is grown over with fur, healed into a permanent wink.

“That’s nice. I’m Dr. Spencer Reid,” he says smiling. Animals weren’t usually this friendly with him- though he wasn’t sure the last time he even had the chance to pet one.

He hears your door click open, and he turns to see you. He tries to keep his eyes trained on your face, but he’s finding it difficult. You’re wearing satin pajama shorts that show much more of your legs than he’s ever seen at work, and the tiny sliver of your stomach he can see between their waistband and the hem of your cropped t-shirt is enough to make him swallow thickly.

It’s not even that it’s revealing- though that certainly isn’t helping- but the domesticity of it, of the things he’s seeing of you no one else on the team has. Your home, your cat, what you wear when you’re comfortable in your house, making dinner after a long day of work. He feels oddly happy that he’s the only one of them who’s seen it.

“Huh. He’s not usually friendly with very many people other than me.” You say, walking over and reaching out to scratch behind the cat’s ear.

“Oh yeah?” Spencer asks, shaken from his thoughts.

“Yeah. He’s a little asshole to everyone but me most of the time. I guess you’re just special.” you smile, and he knows you’re joking, but he can’t help but beam at the compliment.

“C’mere,” you say, speaking both to the cat and Spencer as you pick him up off of his lap, cradling him like a child, his exceptionally soft fur puffing out between your fingers. “I’ll give him his dinner and then get started on ours,” you say, and Spencer follows you over to your kitchen, where you set the cat down as he takes a seat on the other side of your island.

“What’s his name? I asked, but Cat is one of the few languages I didn’t take in college.” He asks, eyes darting away as you bend over to grab a can of cat food.

“Salem. I told you. I really love fall.” you say, and he grins, watching as Salem eagerly devours his food. Spencer is reminded of just how hungry he is.

“So, it’s boring, but I hope you like pasta,” you say, opening the fridge and scanning the interior before reaching in, pulling out two packages of ground meat and a carton of heavy cream.

“Pasta sounds delicious,” he says, picturing himself filling up on spaghetti and bread. He feels as though he could eat a whole pot.

He watches as you dart around your well-stocked kitchen, pulling out ingredients and spices.

“Can I help at all?” he says, feeling bad just sitting there and watching you, though he’s far from the best cook.

“Oh, don’t worry about it, I’ve got this,” you reassure, but he shakes his head.

“Seriously, I want to. What can I do?” he insists, and you resign.

“Here, just chop these in half,” you hand him a cutting board, and a large kitchen knife, along with a bowl of freshly rinsed brussel sprouts.

That, he can do.

He watches as you pull your hair down from the tight bun you had it in. He’s seen you with your hair down before, sure, but not like this. You run your fingers through it to detangle it, shaking it out and relaxing your scalp. It falls down in larger, messier waves, puffing up from being tied into a ball all day. He's transfixed by the simplest of acts.

And then you take a scrunchie off your wrist, pulling it back up and letting it fall loosely into a much messier, more comfortable-looking bun, flyaways framing your soft features that he’s more familiar with than he’d like to admit.

“So you’ve been with the BAU for… two, three years now?” you ask, and he nods, watching as you click the speaker on your shelf, soft but upbeat instrumentals playing quietly through the kitchen.

“Two years, seven months, and 23 days.” He says nonchalantly, and you smile.

“How do you store all that information up there? Does it ever, like... make your head hurt?” you ask, and he stops cutting for just a moment, thinking. No ones ever asked him anything like that before, they’ve always either made fun of him or been completely incredulous. Nobody had ever asked him how it… felt.

So he has to think about it for a second, even though he knows the answer.

“Well, our conscious minds can process sixteen bits of information per second. Our unconscious, however, can process eleven million. So I suppose it��s just unconscious. Second nature. I don’t really think about it.” he says, and you chuckle, emptying both the ground pork and beef into a large mixing bowl.

“So to think faster, you just don’t think,” you say, and he snickers too.

“It sounds odd when you put it like that, but, yes.” he smiles a familiar smile that you’ve come to know, tight-lipped with his mouth in almost a straight line, lips curled inward ever so slightly. It’s goofy when you really look at it, but it always makes you smile back.

The night goes on like that, soft and comfortable. Spencer slowly relaxes into his chair, less stiff with each passing moment. Not long after Salem had finished his dinner, he made a grand leap back up and onto Spencer's lap, who pet him fondly for the rest of the time you spend preparing the meal. You break apart one of the meatballs you had cooked, handing it to Spencer and letting him feed it to Salem in little chunks.

The whole house was warm from the oven, the stove, and something else neither of you could quite place. At some point Spencer shed his cardigan and loosened his tie, rolling up his sleeves. Everything smells delicious- like basil and oregano and tomatoes.

You’re giving the pasta one last toss when you say “alright, it’s all done! Soups on,” you smile, and he grins in return, picking up a mismatched plate you’d pulled from the cabinet for him. You each make a plate, pushing Salem off the counter as he tries to go for a meatball sitting atop the spaghetti. Spencer pulls open a drawer that he saw you take utensils out from earlier and grabs you each a set.

You move in familiar silence, the same way you did when you had started working together, falling into a habitual rhythm that you didn't know you had.

As you sat down at the table to eat, it felt like you had been there your whole lives- in that kitchen, in your apartment, next to each other.

Spencer took his first bite, and he closed his eyes, humming happily at the taste.

“Oh my god,” you chuckled, watching as he scarfed down another bite eagerly before he had even finished the first. “Do you two need a room?” you tease, and he opens his eyes, embarrassed.

“It’s uh-” he finishes chewing, swallowing. “It’s been a really long time since I’ve had a home-cooked meal,” he explains, and you giggle a little.

“It’s really not that special,” you say. It really wasn’t- this was your lazy dinner, that you made when you couldn’t be bothered to be more creative. Something you threw together without even really thinking about it because you’d done it so many times.

“Well, it’s really good,” he says, eagerly taking another bite as soon as he finishes speaking. If this wasn’t special to you, he wanted to know what your special food must taste like.

He wonders if he could recreate it at home- he remembered exactly what you had done. Tomato puree, heavy cream, basil, oregano, thyme, salt, pepper, garlic, a little splash of pasta water. You didn’t measure any of it, and yet it came out perfect.

Despite his flawless recounting of what you’d done, he had a feeling he couldn’t do it himself. That there was something special about the fact that you had cooked it, something he couldn’t recreate on his own.

You watched as he ate, and you could see that he was trying his best not to be too eager, but that he was starving. You loved to cook for others, to chop and mix and boil something that could nourish and make them full and happy.

You’d been noticing his skipping lunches for a while now, and each time you’d wanted to break off half of your orange and slide it over to him, to pry him from his files and make him take care of himself, but your nerves always got the better of you, and you had to remind yourself that you didn't know each other very well, even if you felt differently.

Finally, after three full plates had been cleared on Spencer’s side of the table, and the dishes had been cleaned (by Spencer, who had insisted and wouldn’t take no for an answer), he was gathering his things, making his way to the door to head back down to his apartment.

“Thanks for helping me actually finish a dinner for once,” you say, and he laughs.

“No way, thank you. Seriously, it was delicious. I didn't notice how hungry I was.” he says, and his cheeks are tinted a little as he speaks, embarrassed. As if feeding him wasn’t the best thing you’d done all week. You open the door for him, letting him step out.

“I noticed,” you say, and you both stop for a moment. there’s something about you seeing him in a way he hadn’t even noticed in himself that makes you both feel warm.

“Well, uh, come back any time, really,” you say, breaking the silence. He’s stuck in the threshold of your apartment, finding it hard to step into the cold unfamiliar hallway and away from you.

“Hey uh, do you maybe wanna get coffee again tomorrow? On the way to work? I feel like I should return at least a little bit of the favors you did today. My treat.” he says apprehensively, his voice shaking slightly as he speaks. You try your best to suppress your smile from splitting your cheeks.

“I’d love that,”

That night, Spencer lays in his bed, on his back, failing to fall asleep. He stares up at the ceiling, listening intently to every creak and groan of his old apartment building. It’s a noise he usually tunes out, but tonight he knows that the thuds and squeaks from the old wood above him are coming from you, and it’s all he can think about. That you’re so close, lingering in his house with the sound of each footstep even when you’re not there, the same way you linger in his mind when you’re not around either.

Little does he know, you're doing the same, a few yards above him, thinking tirelessly of the boy genius sleeping just one floor below.

@measure-in-pain @ilovespencerreidmarryme

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Multi-Dimensional Pt. 5

In which you have a genius idea to take these suckers out, you accidentally do something you’re not supposed to, and you take the taller bit of your friends out.

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And then, you realize, that it's getting deeper into October.

As it got deeper into October, the dwarves and hobbit remain in your house. It's been a total of 2 1/2 weeks, now, and you can tell they're getting antsy from staying in one place for so long.

Like, around halloween time.

An idea strikes you in the head like a bag of bricks, and right away you realize that you're a genius.

You're sitting on the couch with Bilbo, Oin, and Bofur when the lightbulb goes off in your head suddenly, and once it does you hop to your feet and run upstairs at top speed, successfully baffling everyone idly watching the nature documentary you put on.

You pass Dwalin and Balin while you zoom to your bedroom, and when they see you run past them like freaking Speedy Gonzales they're both super confused.

Right away you grab your laptop off your bed and pull up a window.

The keys of your compute clack softly while you type in your town as well as 'Halloween Festival' and the first few results as well as images on the Google engine prove your theory.

Every year here people dress up in advance and celebrate throughout the duration of the week leading up to it. Of course, the trick-or-treating only happens on the day of, but there are a plethora of other things for people to do during that week.

People dress up, children go on field trips, there's a festival, and even the grocery stores have little events they put on to promote their business.

You've never really gone before since crowded places aren't the most comfortable for you, but you actually feel a little giddy about taking them all to see the town with you.

Right away you know you're going to have to buy them all costumes, but for the last week you've been pet sitting this rich couples Rag-doll cat, Princess, and your going rate is $18/hr for a week... Do the math ;).

You're going to get paid later in the day today after you drop her back off at their house, and that's not even accounting for the other animals you've been watching for varying amounts as well.

So, essentially, you're gonna be perfectly fine financially.

Anyways, as soon as you're done doing your little bit of research there on your computer you close it and leave your room again, hopping down the stairs with a big bright smile on your face.

When you reenter the living room, everyone is gathered there and looking at you expectantly.

At first, you don't do or say anything since you're super confused, but when the silence begins to drag on for too long you ask hesitantly, "Uh... Is everything alright? What's going on?"

"Well, you left to your room very quickly." Bilbo comments, standing up from his spot on the couch, "But from the smile on your face, I'm assuming it wasn't because of anything bad?"

You nod your head and sigh, leaning down to pet Mittens who is rubbing herself against your legs, "Yeah, everything's fine. It's great, actually." You pause for dramatic effect, then add, "I just figured out a way to take all of you out! Like, to see the town and stuff!"

"You have?" Thorin asks, raising an eyebrow skeptically.

"Mmhm!" You stand up straight and nod your head quickly, bouncing on the balls of your feet, "See, I figured I'd probably be able to take you and maybe Kili, Bofur, and Dwalin out at some point... like, if some of you were to groom yourselves different or wear hats...," once more you stop your speech and realize that may be offensive, "N-Not that I think there's anything wrong with how you look-"

"Nobody is offended, I'm sure. Go on." Thorin urges, amusement present on their faces from your sudden frantic backtracking so you don't offend them.

"R-Right, uh... anyways, you guys are taller so I knew I could probably bring you along sometime, but I wasn't sure how to get everyone else to come along, and then I realized that this next week is the week leading up to halloween!" You say it like it will answer all their questions, forgetting that they probably don't know what halloween is.

Silence passes by for a few seconds as they wait for you to go on, and when you don't Kili asks, "What's 'halloween'?"

"Oh, yeah, it's like, a holiday where children dress up and go to peoples houses to get candy. And when I say dress up, I mean in costumes." You rub the back of your neck while you explain and add, "In my city, the place we are now, we celebrate throughout the whole week. There are games, festivals, and lots of events... and there are people running around in masks all of the time. So I can get some of you costumes and then I can bring you all along!" Your smile returns as you pick apart the details, and it seems your excitement is contagious.

"Wait, so we will get to walk around the town and see other things?" Nori questions, looking over at his brothers with a smile.

"Yeah, but I gotta get you costumes first. Like, ghosts and some masks of different things. But if we wanna make the most of our time then I should probably go now."

You turn after that and go to the counter to grab your purse, pausing when Balin asks, "So it's a holiday where people run around in disguises, getting candy, and playing games as a community?"

Once again you nod your head, turning around to look at him with the same bright smile on your face.

"So, anyone can be anyone?" The older dwarf asks, furrowing his eyebrows.

"Yeah, pretty much." You look down and go through your purse, making sure everything you need is in there before walking over to put on your tennis shoes.

"Even the man who was here the week before?"

Now that certainly gives you a pause.

Before you were never worried about it, but now with what's happened with him, you aren't so sure that it's so safe anymore.

"Um... yeah, I guess." You'd rather not think about it, so you start to tie your laces up. "I'm sure it'll be fine."

"Well, you already said that you can bring some of us, so why not do that now? Just to make sure?" Balin asks, though it's more of a 'you should really do it cause we're gonna freak out if you don't'.

You don't respond and instead finish tying your shoes first, thinking over his request.

When you're done doing up your shoes you turn and see that they're all looking at you with similar expressions of worry, and it makes you sigh, "Okay, fine. But whoever goes can't wear their normal clothes cause people will be weirded out. The halloween thing doesn't start for another day."

There's a moment of silence while some of them exchange looks before Thorin speaks, "You mentioned Kili and myself first. Surely that should be fine."

"Um..." You look between the two and tilt your head to the side thoughtfully, arms crossed over your chest. "Sure. But your hair is definitely going to stick out, Thorin."

He nods his head in understanding.

"And what about me?" Kili asks eagerly. It seems he's really excited about finally being able to leave your property.

"You're fine, I think. Am I taking both of you?" You inquire with furrowed eyebrows, walking a few steps forward.

"You might as well." Kili says with a big silly smile.

Well, you can't argue with that logic.

You shrug your shoulders and head up the stairs again, "Alright, go get changed into some of the clothes I gave you."

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Once they're dressed in t-shirts and sweatpants (you didn't know their sizes so you got whatever would fit at the time) you observe them both with narrowed eyes while rubbing your chin.

"Hm... On a scale of 1 to 10, I give Kili a 9 and Thorin a 6." You say after a moment, turning to look at everyone else and get their opinions.

"What is the scale referring to?" Fili pipes up suddenly, looking up at you.

"How convincing they are."

"Why do I get a 6?" Thorin grumbles, looking at you pointedly.

"Your hair." You reply simply, walking over with a hair tie stretched between your fingers, "Hold still."

You gather his hair over his shoulders and pull it back, putting his hair through it and wrapping it around until it's nice and tight.

As soon as you're finished, you step around him and look to see if it's made a difference, and when you've determined that it's good, you smile, "Okay, now it's at least an 8." You turn towards Kili and ask, "Your hair is fine, right? Or do you want me to put it up?"

He doesn't say anything and neither does anyone else, and when the silence persists you raise an eyebrow, "Hello? Earth to Kili, I just asked you a question."

"Uh, no, you don't have to, thank you." He shakes his head and seems to come to some sort of realization since he starts to smile at his uncle in that big teasing grin you've, unfortunately, become accustomed to.

You nod your head and skip back over to the counter, swiping your keys off of it before heading to the front door.

"Come out whenever, I'm gonna get my car started."

Once you're out of the house some of the dwarves begin to laugh, and Kili pokes fun at his uncle, "Thorin, you have quite a red face, are you sure you can go?"

Thorin glares at his nephew and replies coldly, "She meant nothing by it."

"Right, but is that disappointment I hear?"

The glare he throws his nephew is so withering it could suck the life right out of a flower, but Kili is no flower, so he only laughs more.

"She offered to do yours too, you know." Fili adds when he begins to feel bad for his uncle.

Kili pauses his laughter and glares at his brother, "But she didn't do it."

"She would've."

"Oh hush, you're just upset that she didn't ask to do your hair." Kili shoots back, glaring at his brother.

"I am not, because unlike everyone else, I knew she meant naught by asking." He shoots back with a smirk.

Kili huffs indignantly and glares at his brother, saying no more as he heads out the door after you.

Thorin turns to everyone before following and states, "Try not to destroy anything while we are gone." His voice is firm and he waits until he gets nods from them all before leaving after you.

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Once you're all in the car you put it into drive and go, turning up the radio so the car won't be completely filled with silence while you drive.

Occasionally, you'll glance at Thorin in the passenger seat or Kili in the back, and each time you do they're looking out the window at the passing scenery with awe.

"If you're impressed now, wait until we get into the big city." You comment suddenly, smiling to yourself while you watch the road ahead.

And when you do arrive in the city, they are impressed indeed.

The gasp that leaves Kili when you drive through the first big street draws a giggle from you, and when he presses his face against the window as you pull into the parking lot of the seasonal halloween store, your smile grows even bigger.

Even Thorin is impressed by all the wonderful things around, and when you turn off the car after parking you turn to look at them, "Thoughts so far?"

"It's wonderful." Kili breathes, looking at the bright, moving signs and huge stores all around.

"Yes, I don't believe I've ever seen anything so grand before." Thorin agrees, looking over at you with a smile of his own.

"Well if this impresses you, wait until we get inside the store. Try not to get scared."

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The three of you eventually make it inside, and when you do they are in awe once more.

The seasonal store is dark with black painted walls and bright white florescent lights, and there are various halloween and horror things everywhere.

When you walk in there is one of those electronic jump-scare things, and while you were expecting it, the poor dears behind you weren't.

The witch thing pops out and cackles loudly, saying one of her many phrases, and as soon as she does both Kili and Thorin freak out. And when I say freak out, I mean 'pulled out some small weapons they decided to bring and screaming' freak out.

Luckily there is no one around at the moment, so you step between them and the witch and laugh nervously, "Put those away please. We're gonna get kicked out if anyone sees you with those."

They look between you and the electronic woman a few times before slowly putting their knives away and relaxing their stances.

"Thank you..."

"What is that?" Kili asks, glaring at the ugly jump-scare machine while you walk past it.

"It's a halloween decoration designed to scare people. And it seems like it worked too." You reply easily, looking back at them with a more mischievous smile.

Kili looks around slightly nervously and grumbles defensively, "I wasn't that scared... Uncles screams are what startled me."

"My screams? Kili, let's not lie now, clearly you were horrified." Thorin says disapprovingly, shaking his head.

"Aw, you guys are cute." You purr jokingly, waltzing up to the kids costumes isle.

They stop arguing after that.

You browse through the messy shelves quietly for a little while, trying to find the best ones, when you see a doggie in the cutest ghost costume.

A squeal leaves your lips when you see the cutie pie and you cup your cheeks as an adoring expression comes onto your face.

Without hesitation you hop over to the owner and ask excitedly, "Where did you get that?"

The man with the dog looked up quickly upon hearing your excited yelp and when he saw your exuberant form he smiled too, "I bought it a week ago here. They're near the back."

His answer fills you with joy, and you continue to stare at his pupper for a moment before he says, "You can pet her if you want, she doesn't bite."

He doesn't need to tell you twice.

You kneel down right away and scratch behind her ears, and her tail begins to wag wildly at the attention.

It seems that she likes you just as much, because she takes a seat and leans into you when you scratch her all over like you do with your dogs. It's at that moment when you begin to wonder if she'll fit in your purse.

Before you can finish your calculations and plans on stealing this mans dog you hear someone clear their throat and you realize then that you forgot all about Thorin and Kili.

You turn your head and see the two of them standing there with amused expressions on their faces.

Upon realization that they're watching you, and have been for a little while now, you jump to your feet and feel your face heat up. "I-If you make fun of me I'll leave both of you here." You threaten very unconvincingly, crossing your arms over your chest.

Kili starts to laugh but he doesn't say anything about it, looking at his uncle who also releases a few chuckles of his own.

You glance back at the man and see that he's looking at them, and you realize he probably thinks Kili's short stature is a little odd.

"U-Uh, thanks for letting me pet your dog!" You say quickly, heading back over to the two of them with a blush on your cheeks.

You turn back to the shelves of costumes and the man and his dog walk away, and once their gone you glare at the two of them half heartedly. "You guys are total meanies." There is faux bitterness in your voice when you speak as well, and it only brings more laughter from them.

"I only find it cute." Kili states, smiling good naturedly before continuing, "Every time you see an animal you get very excited."

"Cause I love animals."

"Yes, we can tell." Thorin muses, stepping up next to you to look at the spiderman mask in your hand.

You tap your foot against the ground a few times before putting the mask back.

A ghost costume for Bilbo; check.

That is all.

You literally don't have anything for anyone else, and honestly you're beginning to think that it's impo-

And then another idea hits you.

Class of middle/high-schoolers in a fantasy club. It's farfetched and barely believable, but most people won't say anything about it out of fear of being offensive, so it's perfect!

You don't have to buy them costumes at all (minus Bilbo), all you need is stuff to make them look less like dwarves and more like children pretending to be dwarves.

It sounds easier than it actually is, but you think you can pull it off. All you need is some netting, makeup, wigs, and nose and scar wav and you'll be set.

Once you get this idea you run away from the kids section with the ghost section and head toward the halloween makeup isle, seeking out the items mentioned previously without hesitation.

You find what you're looking for in minutes, and once you've got everything you zoom to the checkout since you're going to need to look up some tips on how to pull this off.

You're so excited you nearly forget to make sure Kili and Thorin are still with you, but once you see them you smile in relief and pay for everything.

Once you're all back in your car, Thorin asks, "I thought we were going to get masks?"

"Well, we were. But then I had an amazing idea consisting of pretending you're all students or something who invested in really expensive dwarf costumes. It's perfect, 'cause no one will ask and we'll get lots of compliments."

Thorin nods his head slowly and puts his belt on like you showed him, but before you go you turn and look at Kili expectantly.

The young dwarf doesn't say anything at first, but when your staring consists he asks slowly, "What...?"

"Put on your seatbelt."

There's more silence until he puts it on, raising an expectant eyebrow at you, "Is that better?"

"Much."

#the company x reader #the company of thorin oakenshield #reader insert #the hobbit #the hobbit fanfiction #kili x reader #thorin x reader #thorin oakenshield #bilbo baggins #kili #fili

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hunterartemis · 3 years

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Media Bias (Avengers X Alien!Reader)

It was a request from anonymous reader and since I have limited experience with tagging, I am going to quote the person’s request here:

“ Hi can you please do Avengers x reader where the reader is like Starfire from og teen titans (but the reader is green and the blasts are blue) and the Avengers go on a talk show and the host is being very mean to her. Thanks”

So, dear anonymous. I hope you enjoy!“

Words: a whopping 4100

Y/n, open the door” I heard Sam thudding away on my door as I buried myself in the layers of blanket and put the air condition humid enough to cause a mini monsoon.

“Go away Wilson and leave me alone--” I bellowed on top of my voice.

“Y/n it’s been more than 7 hrs, you got to come out... whatever happened in the morning you gotta let it go--”

“I don’t wanna let it go... I am a national embarrassment--”

You must be thinking, what is the situation you’ve been dragged into. Let me pause there and rewind 17 hours back to give you a complete understanding which lead to this complete mess.

People think our story ended and sealed with Thanos never got to see what we go through in the New York penthouse. With the ongoing Pandemic on board, people are desperate to see us even more, as if it is the new Thanos and we are to defeat it. There is no greater sense of helplessness than playing the puppet of courage without doing anything. So whoever wrote that “after the defeat of big bad, the heroes rejoice” was a big idiot.

And thus, I found myself awake after hours, sitting alongside the broad glass panel that showed the completely stopped-in-time, shining in the dark cityscape of once bustling New York. A fleeting sense of desolation plagued me as I remember my own world in the verge of extinction. My breath almost stopped in the great worry of my fellow living being in this planet; the one who saved me from destitution--

“y/n, is that you?”A calm and concerned paternal voice broke the train of my thought. I sharply looked behind my shoulder to see a disheveled figure of man standing in the dark. By the tousled curls and the slouched hem of the sweatpants, I knew was Bruce.

“Urh, you startled me!” I said with a dismissive voice. I felt almost embarrassed to realize what I was thinking moments ago. I took a deep breath and tried to compose myself.

“It’s you who startled me y/n, what are you doing up so late?” Bruce said with a groggy voice rubbing his eyes rather irritatingly. “We have an important event to attend tomorrow first thing in the morning” he slowly moved towards from the shadowy part of the room to the path of dimmed light from the glass panel and spared a long glance at my face. The way he looked at me sometimes irritated me, because it was an inalienable fact that he fell into the same category of humans who express an unhealthy obsession with my kind: a scientist.

“It’s not like I enjoy staying up like you Lowly Human...I am as stressed for tomorrow as you are!” I tore my face from his ken to express my displeasure. In reply, he sighed disappointedly, which sounded patronizing in my already agitated mind.

“I wish you’d stop insulting my specie whenever you get upset...” he gently put his hand in my shoulder, but soon he withdrew and stepped back. “And what is that god-awful smell?”

Any female whether she is human or not is very sensitive to criticism, especially about how she appears, thus Bruce’s comment was not only offensive but hurtful as well. I could not restrain my anger and annoyance anymore, and I stood up sharply to face him “I just happen to wet myself in the rain yesterday at my detour downtown and it turns out it has too much sulphuric acid and it is peeling my skin away... right before when I am about to go up close on television.” My hand subconsciously moved up to my cheek, where flakes were forming in my otherwise jade smooth skin. “And you are telling me to stop insulting your specie... I will when you unicellular cretins will stop ruining your own environment—“ I folded my arms defensively, gazing away from Bruce’s face “--as if I don’t get ridiculed enough for my chrorophyllic skintone, and now I am shedding like a common reptile.”

“Alright alright I am sorry...” Bruce threw up his arms defensively, and his small paces back and forth showed his discomfort more than anything, “do you want something for your skin, CeraVe or something? I can fetch you some ice if you want?”

His apologetic gesture made my whole effort defeated; but my pride disrupted me from being apologetic “Forget it... as if those human manures would work on my skin—“ I heaved a sigh and looked at him again “must we do the thing? I mean I am not the only alien that set foot on earth in this decade, why must I be walked around like a showdog in front of all the people?”

For some moments Bruce did not answer me. I almost thought he was ignoring me, but then I realised that he must be contemplating on every word he wanted to say and every word that was running through his brilliant mind. Out of anyone in the team, Bruce was the visual hole, the less than heroic material: even with the Hulk. And for this, the society made sure that he would be self conscious for the rest of his life for his other identity. My annoyance almost melted to sympathy when I heard him speak in a rather frustrated voice.

“Y/N, I know that you are stressed about this and frankly I hate this stuff too, but this is very important for the people: for your people as well as ours. Not all things that come from the space are benign and people need reassurance that you are not hostile. I hate this too, but it is for the greater good!”

“Greater good, greater good... it is always for the greater good!” The same old daily whining of lofty agenda made me sick “I am sick and tired of these Brucie, I don’t want to do this anymore... I am tired about people asking me weird questions and cretins posing as scientists trying to push probes on me the first chances they get-- I wish I could just disappear with the portal that brought me in this cursed place!“

Bruce came closer and grabbed my shoulders gently “Don’t say that y/n... otherwise we wouldn’t have the means to counterattack all those aliens—“ my silence might have given him the cue that he wasn’t doing a very good job at convincing. His wavering eyes fixed on my face once again as he spoke “okay, here is a deal: how about it is the last time you appear in public, hm? Once you satisfy them that you are part of the team, I swear people will leave you alone... they left the Hulk alone too once they understood that he is one of the good guys!”

“No but...“

“No ifs and buts... go, and have some sleep. Let me look in the lab if we have some squalanes and peptide solutions lying around—“ he said with a paternal affection and disappeared into the dark passage which lead to his room

“Thanks Brucie you are the best—“

I couldn’t help but to smile a little. Humans!

...

“This is a bad idea I am telling you--“ I told Bruce with an hushed tone as the makeup artist went on with a puff on my face for the millionth times. The rest of my team was behind me, getting the same attentions to their dismay. I could tell Bucky was downright uncomfortable as his makeup artist had a hard time getting not distracted by his bionic arm; and Wanda was downright glaring at the man who kept flicking the brush on her nose.

“relax y/n, you are smart and you are friendly, you are going to ace this and trust me people are going to love you--“ Bruce said with gritted teeth to make sure no one could tell what he was saying. He almost flinched as some of the powder made into his nose and the makeup artist followed him up with a q-tip.

“My face is itchy...“ I whispered again, trying not to gouge my face out with my nails as the powder sat on the flaky part of the cheek. If this wasn’t a studio I would have scratched my face like a lunatic and ended up as someone who was attacked by a bear in the mountains. And I was glad that I was standing beside Bruce who knew how not to go overboard with the things. Clint would have brushed them off, Wanda and Bucky would have panicked, and Sam’s gestures no matter how genuine would have made me laugh.

“Wanda already told the makeup artist to spray you with Squalane, your face isn’t half as bad as it were yesterday night“ Bruce then went on politely gesturing the makeup artist to spray the stuff Bruce brought from the lab in a clear bottle, and the look on the Makeup Artist’s face was between annoyance and bursting into tears.

“Brucie...“ “I don’t wanna mess it up--“ I said nervously as we walked into the couch and settled with the others.

“Trust me you won’t... “ Bruce graciously consoled me.

The cameraman cued and we were all gestured to look into the main camera as the lights in front of us adjusted accordingly. Within all hustle and bustle, the host walked in like a royalty, and by the looks of his face and those following him with makeup and refreshment, he had a really bad morning.

“We will go on air in 3, 2 and 1”

“Good Morning America, this is your host Justin Fallon and welcome to another episode of The Early Show. Today we have with us some really special guests. You might know them from News, the murals, the comics and the Merchs please welcome our own global superheroes: The Avengers. Welcome to our show” the host said with an uncomfortable friendliness and turned towards us.

"Thanks for having us with you" Sam answered graciously, with a little awkwardness. I could understand why; it was always Tony, Steve and Natasha who spoke in public. After such a terrible loss, he is struggling to fill up their shoes for the sake of our public image. He had been wrapped up into a pretty bad controversy recently for succeeding as Captain America and it had a pretty bad toll on him—to the point his speech kind of went from cheerful to composed in an unnatural way.

"It’s been way too long since our morning couch looked so colorful and it surely brightens up the day.” The host said with an obligatory politeness. Although the term was innocent enough but it seemed not so—I instantly froze up and million things started flying inside my head: was I looking good enough, is my patches showing under the layers of power and squalane. Turns out it was not me alone. From the corner of my eye I could sense the tension behind me from Clint and Bucky and I know it was different than mine. The host must have wanted the old team, and looked like he was stuck with the mediocre leftovers.

“Thank you...“ Sam replied.

“So here you guys are after averting the big wipeout crisis, in the quiet and chilling, so how does it feel to be in the pensive from being hyperactive all the time?“

“Well, at first it did feel kind of boring and lack luster, but slowly we are adjusting to it. With the ongoing Pandemic crisis I think we just have to adjust to the situation. In a way, I think we are all helping each other by staying inside and recuperating.” Sam answered diplomatically.

“That’s so nice” the interviewer said quite curtly and then changing the topic he sharply turned to Doctor Banner “I know of all you people Dr. Banner will find this Lockdown Leisure slightly more comforting, isn’t that so Doctor Banner?”

Wait, what was that? Was that even normal? Sam was sitting in the front and after him Bucky, then Wanda and then Bruce. Should not he come gradually? Breathe... maybe I am reading too much into this. Keep a friendly face, don’t think too much... the entire nation is watching... this is the one time I have to do things right! It’s for me, my team who housed me and my people.

I had to give props to Bruce for managing things calmly despite his claims about public speaking. He politely replied “Well theoretically it should be but it’s not like causes of anger cannot exist within the so called peaceful environment if you think about it, but I am glad you showed your concern” and like a pro, reached out to the glass in front of him to sip some water—like some real celebs in talk shows.

“Isn’t that true! So Solaris, how does it feel to be surrounded by the icons of the earth?”

I wasn’t really ready for the sudden attention. For a second I blanked out completely and gaped my mouth like a complete idiot. My stupefied face must have been quite prominent because the host tried to laugh it off lightly to divert the attention. I am still wrapping my head around the fact how some humans work so beautifully under so much attention—If I could choose between blasting off alien armies and speaking in talk shows, I will take the aliens instead.

“I..I--It’s quite fun... there is never a dull moment with them--“ I manage to utter, and thankfully it wasn’t a gurgling sound from a deep abyss.

“The thing is, being the most newest member, you sort of have a mystery around you, the kind of a Blue Comet sort--“

“Oh thank you— “ great going me, like a real talk show celeb—keep it up!

“So why don’t we break that down... Solaris, is that true that you came from a whole another galaxy which is not Milky Way?” the Talk show host asked, reading from a small piece of card.

Finally, something I can talk about all day: stars, planets and galaxy. I will have to slay this, I chanted inside and replied after drawing a breath “Yes that’s true. I am from Planet Auriga from Pleiades system. Our Sun is Alcyone, the second brightest star right after Aldebaran. You people call our system Taurus Constellation--”

“--so much astrophysics, take notes kids they might ask you at the NASA interview.“ the talk show host interrupted. It annoyed me greatly because I could finish the words I worked so hard to speak confidently. So that’s how Bruce must feel all the time when people interrupted him when he explains things. However the host went on as if nothing happened “For a near human creature in this planet, do you identify more with the Professor X’s troop or with the Avengers?”

Near human creature? My race is literally the most Superior in all of galaxy.

“I don’t really understand what you mean...” I said as politely as I could manage.

“I mean isn’t it hard to fit in when you are the only alien in the group--“

The flippant remark was rude and I tried not to wrap my head around it. I recalled Bruce’s words to keep cool and maintain a neutral face replied : “I mean I am not the only one, Thor is also not of the earth and he is a darling to be around. Alien or not I think I have learned a lot about myself and the ways of earth by spending time with this wonderful people?“

I could hear the audience clapping and cheering with my reply. A surge of pride swept across my chest and I smiled slightly at the audience.

“How sweet--“ the host said, keeping with the cheerful mood “as the outer world people are coming into the planets, we think a lot of things are shifting, do you find it hard to cope into the earth from where you come from--“

Finally, a thoughtful question, I made a solid eye contact with the host and replied “No, the atmosphere is pretty much the same in Auriga, but I think humans can do a lot better taking care of the environment. I know for a fact that millions of planets and their lifeforms were extinct because of excesses I see on earth.”

The thoughtfulness of the host was only for so long “The girl’s been around... if you know what I mean—“ he commented with a little wink, and from the audience’s laugh I knew he didn’t mean something polite or mildly positive. After the laughter subsided, he turned again to me “I dig the midnight blue hair... it is so contradictory and yet it works“ he complimented “because you know scale and hair are not something we see very often in our planet--“

Excuse me, what was that supposed to mean?

“--so tell me are the lapis cascades all natural? I mean they are not dyed at all?”

“No they are not... the special keratin bond that reflect the blue pigment of the natural light but they are actually transparent—“ I added objectively.

“So that means in the right lighting you don’t need to mow the bush—“ the host said with a curved smile on his lips, and the audience went on laughing in the same manner they did moments ago.

Even under the blowing airconditioner, I started t feel really warm around my neck “I really don’t know what you mean; you are making any sense at all! Do you guys need special light to mow the bush, do you do in the solstices or during the eclipses—“ this time I didn’t hide the fact that I was annoyed.

“--she is really really funny you guys--“ the host again smiled and acted like I was a stone wall and my reaction didn’t register in his mind at all. “So you are saying you don’t mow your bush at all?“

“I live in a New York Penthouse, there is no bush--“ honestly if this wasn’t a dumb talk show, I would have taught this impudent human a lesson.

The host looked a little uncomfortable as our eye contact lasted for several seconds. He cleared his throat and went on “Okay you guys, she just clarified that there is no bush, so let’s move on to your...your look... I am so fascinated by it, it’s so reptile chic--“

What’s your fascination with cold blooded animals? Are you asking to die like one?

“Um, thanks...?!”

“So how do you manage to maintain this--“

That was honestly the last straw. This host is impolite and rude and he leeches off the discomfort of his talk show host. When this realisation hit, all my self-control and self preservation went out of the window. The vacuum was replaced by the sheer annoyance towards the host who deliberately mistreated us since the beginning.

“Do you think that’s how I live, maintaining my skin and mowing the bush--“ my pitch rose from my previous composed tone “I mean what kind of questions are these?“

The host was still wearing his phony smile on his face, but I could see the colour slightly draining off his face “No I was just asking, because the audience wants to know--“

“I think the audience is smart enough to understand that they cannot get the green skin on natural blue hair, so can you move on to a more sensible question?“ I answered heatedly and defensively at the same time, and as I spoke I felt the aura of tension shifting from discomfort to sheer panic.

“Y/n... don’t do this--” I heard Bucky whisper very faintly from above.

“Solaris, don’t get me wrong, but we don’t always get a green-skin hottie on the morning couch, don’t be offended!” he said while he gestured covertly to cut the camera on the other side. I have to give this man an applause , I could tell he had busted all his courage but he kept the face of nonchalance too good to be true—no wonder he sat on this chair for so long.

“What’s your obsession with the skin colour?—“ I said heatedly as I stood up from my seat “Don’t you dare cut the camera... don’t you dare! Do you think you humans are the epitome of beauty from which point everyone in the galaxy should confirm? I am sick of this... Everyone, I am so sorry for your wasted time but no more of this!”

“Solaris--“ this time it was Sam’s voice that implored me from the sides. For a split second I felt bad for him, because as Captain America, he would have to take the heat from the public. But I was at the point of no return. If I back out now, I would be called a pushover and I would have to endure that image for the rest of my life in the earth.

“You know what, as you are so obsessed with my looks, I would love to show you another thing of mine that is blue--”

Blast

So long story short, Solaris goes to a morning talk show, Solaris encounters a rude host and Solaris blasts him with her Blue Sun Beam. Biggest disaster ever!

The thudding outside the door would not stop, and honestly their over attention was getting on my nerves “honestly, why don’t you go away... what are you, my royal nanny?”

“Very funny Solaris... now come out and get some food--” this time it was Bucky who spoke. Although he was the shortest to reply, but it made me well up. He had the shittiest history amongst all of us: hunted, betrayed, manipulated and now sidelined—how can I see my problems bigger than him.

“How can I... I ruined everything, all the reputation you built throughout the year, I blew it up within 3 minutes, how can I show my face to you guys! I was supposed to be the superior being--“

A moment of silence followed. But then the old familiar calm voice spoke from the other side

“y/n... It’s not about superior or inferior, you were just very very honest with your feeling! sometimes it’s good for the public, sometimes it is not. I mean look at me--I have struggling with my anger all my life and god knows the stuff I have wrecked in Hulk state. It’s okay to make a mistake... no one blames you!”

“Ha ha right...“ I replied sarcastically, feeling mad about how well Bruce understood my situation.

“Honestly, the way you acted today... Tony would have been proud!”

I could not hold myself anymore. All the feeling that has been plaguing me until now: embarrassment, guilt, confusion, sadness... all came down like a thundering rain with that one statement. I rushed and slammed the door open and jumped on Bruce to embrace him into a tight hug. At first I could tell Bruce was taken aback, but soon his firm arms snaked under my back to hold me tightly.

“I am so sorry... I ruined you all--“ I hid my face in Bruce’s shoulder. Suddenly I felt a gentle pat on my back, I straightened up and looked, it was Sam. His awkward cautionary expression was gone and he looked cherry as the old days “As Captain America, I cannot condone your behaviour, but as Sam... well, that jerk deserved it--“ he reached for his pocket and took out his cellphone “and hundred thousand people in New York agree with you“

I looked at him with a curious expression as he gave me his phone. When I looked at it, it was a tabloid video that had the clip of me blasting the host and it had—

“Stars in galaxies!... 100K likes?” I exclaimed

“And look down, there are comments too--” Bucky scrolled down from behind my shoulder to descend to the white space.

That jerk deserves it, he was literally harassing her...You go Solaris #MeToo

Solaris is so cool, I wish I was as cool as her.

Ugh, I hate that morning show host, if I was in her place I would have thrown him off the stark tower, #SunQueen

Racists never change, and We stan our color positive hero #SolarisRocks

Humans...

...

Okay, that took a lot of time because at first I didn’t know how to work on the request, then I had to go back and forth and rewrite most of it two times because I wasn’t convinced it was good. So I sincerely hope it’s good because I am freaked out as hell.

I also gave reader a name because she is inspired by an alien character in TeenTitans called “Starfire”. So I call her Solaris, and was constantly reminded of Solar of Mamamoo (TMI)

I don’t hate on Fallon, I just used his name because it is recognisable by American public and I also had to see a lot of Jimmy Fallon’s show to write about the Talk Show plot. I was also greatly inspired by Naomi Campbell, RDJ and Nicki Minaj’s interviews.

#avengers x reader #alien reader #skin color #teen titans og #starfire inspired #yay I got a request #rude talk show imagine #avengers x reader imagine

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hansols-yoda-boxers · 3 years

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it rlly do b a sad girl hrs type of time 😔 been rlly busy & stressed lately, just want to b held vibes sO I bring u coming into the jazz bar after being in a slump all week n as u settle in front of soonyoung & he asks u how the day’s been with his signature smile u can only smile weakly in return. he immediately notices smth’s off n reaches across the bar to take ur hands n look into ur eyes questioningly as u shake them off. The whole ride back to ur apartment after his shift - (1/2) 🐥

he can’t help but b concerned n keeps glancing at u. once ur inside n settle on the bed he’s kissing u gently as u begin to sigh n relax into his arms and he nervously asks if he can try smth different today. rather than the desperate passion n hands on each other ur used to he kisses softly down ur body n cradles u, an unsaid whisper and care of how precious u r to him behind each touch - (2/2) 🐥

Chick. Chickie sweetie *deep breath* how, my dear sweet chickadee, do you manage to fuck me up in the best way possible every time you send asks for this au?

I AM IN SAD GAY GIRL HOURS AND YOU DO THIS TO ME THE E M O T I O N IT H U R T S

Bruh

Girl

Hold on i need a minute

Right, okay.

Listen the way you just don’t wanna tell him. Like your friends are like “Girl you go to that bar a lot should we be concerned? Are you getting plastered there all the time? Is it time to worry?” And you like you tell them it’s all good and you’ve just made friends with the people there because you’re honestly afraid to admit to anyone, let alone yourself and certainly not to him, that Soonyoung isn’t just a fling. That he sets your whole ass heart and flame and he’s your sunshine and you’re fucking terrified that he won’t feel the same way. At this point you know it. You know the L word is right there on your tongue and if you say it the whole thing is gonna come crashing to the fucking ground so you're just gonna torture yourself because at least you have some part of him and that’s better than nothing.

I am listening to sad gay music yall someone stop me why do i do this to myself????

It doesn’t stop you from going straight to the bar at the end of a shit week. Just being in front of him makes you feel better, even if you’re not as flirty as usual. And the poor boy is so distracted all shift that Minji let’s him go half an hour early because he’s so off when you’re so clearly upset but won’t admit it or tell him what happened that week to make you so upset.

He’s so gentle as he ushers you out and you can’t figure out why it hurts your heart so damn much that he’s being so sweet. Your week was shitty on it’s own but now you’re in your feelings and just s a d. And he speaks with you gently all the way to his place, trying to make you smile and only succeeding a few times. He takes your hand to bring you inside and why does that make your heart ache? Why are you feeling so much heartbreak?

And when you get inside you just throw yourself at him. You’re kissing at him and pulling off his clothes and for the first time he seems hesitant. Still, he stumbles to the bedroom with you. But by the time you’re both down to your underwear you start murmuring that you want it rough but you sound choked up and he gets more concerned. He finally grabs your wrists and holds your hands down and asks you to look at him.

He’s about to ask what’s wrong but the something in your face looks like that question might just break you. He asks if he can do something differently. And you’re caught off guard but agree. He tells you to just lay back and relax and you try, falling into it more and more as he kisses down your body and settles between your legs.

For the first time he’s slow. He never hurts you but he’s never usually gentle and it makes you feel so relaxed and cared for. You let your fingers run through his hair as he eats you out, trying very hard to swallow down all your feelings. He’d bring you to climax on his tongue and would have kept doing if you weren’t pulling him close and murmuring that you want him.

He’d be so slow as he pushes into you. He’d rest his forehead against yours and hold you and you feel so safe and warm and like everything is right in that moment as he rolls his hips into you. And he looks you in the eye, his lips parting as if you say something and before he does something in you breaks.

You start to break down, holding him close with even more desperation than he’s used to, different desperation. Not like you need to cum, like you don’t want him to leave. He wouldn’t move from inside you but he would hug you so tight against him and tell you it was alright, cuddling with you and telling you to let it out and you can’t hold back the tears.

They flow and flow until they finally stop, like you couldn’t find any more if you tried. And he looks so sad and you can’t figure out why because you don’t know how ability broken you look. He’d only pull out of you then, telling you to wait for a moment. He’d run you a bath and help you there, not asking you to talk. He’d clean you off and give you some of his clothes as pjs and tell you that you didn’t have to leave tonight.

And you agree numbly, no idea where to start and not sure you even could. Your complicated web of feelings is only getting more complicated. He would pull you against his chest and wrap you in his arms and rub your back as you fell asleep your heart at once haling and breaking in two.

#bruh when i said sad girl hours I MEANT IT APPARENTLY #chick anon #jazz bar #i have so many writing plans #but believe me when i say i am very excited to turn this into an actual mini series one day #seventeen imagines #seventeen smut #svt imagines #svt smut #seventeen angst #svt angst #hoshi imagines #hoshi smut #soonyoung imagines #soonyoung smut #kwon soonyoung imagines #also laksdja i hope you dont mind how angsty this getting #this whole au gives me feels and i love getting deeper into emotion #anon

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invalid-request · 3 years

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So, this week I got rejected at work by a guy I liked, and you know what, I actually feel pretty good.

It's kinda shocking though because this guy was CREEPILY obsessed with me. When N first got hired, it started innocently enough, just looking at me a lot and sometimes trying to give me a nod. One time I was in the break area and he sat right near me (plenty of other places to sit) but he didn't say anything. Then I started to notice he was just almost always looking at me all the time. I'd see him on my side (I don't think he accounted for peripheral vision) and when I'd look, he'd quickly look away. Three times he even dropped what he was holding, damaged a product once! 😅 After some time, he stopped looking away so quickly and let me catch him staring, and he'd hold eye contact for a moment before looking away. Like he wanted me to know that he liked me?

This went on for MONTHS AND MONTHS, him just staring at me every shift while we worked in our separate departments. Kinda lucky for him to be fixated on me of all people, because anybody else would have been incredibly creeped out. But I get fixated on people I like too, so I could totally understand. It was very flattering.

Eventually, he made friends in his own department, but instead of moving on and focusing on them, he started to spend the first half of his shift staring at me and the second half with his friends. Like, I was still priority number one for some reason. 🤷

I remember a couple times he took time off from work, which meant he wouldn't see me that week, but instead of just waiting until the next week, he actually came into the store as a customer. And of course he just happened to browse the aisle in front of my department for a while, looking over at me multiple times. One time he was at the deli, which is super far away and facing the opposite direction. But still partially within eyeline. He had to stand in a very specific spot, and he had to face completely away from the deli to stare at me. No plausible deniability at all.

As weird as it was, I'm a fucking weirdo too, and I actually really liked the attention. He made me feel wanted. I totally had feelings for him of some sort. It's weird because he's not the kind of person who would typically catch my eye (neither in terms of personality nor physical appearance), but he made me feel all sorts of warm emotions. And I was in love with the consistency; he was there day after day; every time I thought "there's no way he still likes me," he still showed up. Never abandoning me, I could always depend on him to cheer me up and remind me that at least 1 person likes me.

What I didn't understand was, why didn't he talk to me? As he started to come out of his shell, I saw that his personality was basically a social butterfly. He talked to literally everybody. Even people in other departments. But not me. I was kind of offended to be honest. Maybe he was too anxious around me specifically?

Well, he did make some efforts beyond just staring, but those efforts were few and far between. There were a couple times where he would try to give me a nod, but I had already looked away (I still had peripheral vision) and I saw him get frustrated. I changed my aesthetic a few months ago and he told me that it was fire. He initiated a few other interactions, but all just natural-seeming stuff like asking me to grab a crate for him or whatever, as if he could pretend we didn't both know he'd been staring at me for months. Maybe he was trying every "natural" way he knew to connect, but since we didn't work in the same department, there wasn't any small talk to build from.

I think he might have showed me to his dad, too. On one of the days he was at the store as a customer, he and his dad came to my department and were standing pretty close to where I was. N dared not face my direction, but his dad had no such qualms and stood facing my direction. (I just kept working, but I was noticing them in my peripheral vision.) "Is that him?" I clearly heard N's dad say not-so-quietly. N responded very quietly, and I couldn't hear the rest of their conversation.

I also think he might have told his friends about me. One day, he and his friends were talking a whole lot more than usual, and I figured out that they'd just had a party the previous night (and N wished they'd had more whiskey! 🙄). Beginning that day and for the next couple of weeks, his two closest friends started to look at me a lot, for no discernible reason. What the heck did N say when he was drunk?

One day, I kinda got fed up with it, because the whole thing was so fucking stupid. Like, okay guy, if you're not gonna talk to me then leave me alone. I don't really need somebody staring at me while I'm trying to work. When he showed up to stare at me, I paid him no acknowledgement at all. The whole day. Toward the end of our shift, I think he started to realize it wasn't a coincidence, and suddenly I couldn't go anywhere without him being there, like he'd entered desperation mode. But I still wouldn't look at him. At the very end of the night, when it came time to clock out, there was a crowd hanging out near the time clock, and he and his friends were all there. When I began to approach the machine, he nearly pushed his friends over to get to the front of the pack, right next to the machine, where I would have to see him. And he just stood there and looked at me like 🥺. To be honest, I found that kind of adorable and it won me back over. I didn't care how dumb it was anymore. Why was he giving me so much time and attention?

Eventually, I decided to stop waiting for him to talk to me, and for me to approach him instead. He might be a good person to have in my life. Since he liked me so much, he'd probably put effort into whatever kind of relationship we might develop and it could be good. Even though he wasn't really my type, that might be a good thing — abuse victims like myself tend to subconsciously gravitate toward people who are like their abusers, so maybe it was good to branch out to a type of person I wouldn't normally gravitate to.

What would I say to him, though? Definitely not some smalltalk bullshit like "how's the weather". That's performative and wouldn't really lead where I wanted. (In fact, I actually did once ask him "how's work"; the resulting exchange was barely even worth remembering.) I also didn't wanna just plainly mention the staring because he might feel embarrassed or attacked. I wanted us to get to know each other and see if there was any connection, that's what I wanted. But in-person clearly wasn't working out because of anxiety and us being in different departments, so what I ultimately landed on was this: I'd ask for his Snap, and we could text.

It was actually way fucking harder than I could've imagined, by the way. I tried week after week and kept discovering new mental hang-ups, and processing them and working through them. ("I'm not good enough", "You can't just walk up to someone and ask that!", "I'm gonna blank or say the wrong thing", "Why can't he do it instead", etc.) And even after I'd successfully convinced myself, mentally, that I should do it and that I wanted to do it, my body literally wouldn't obey. Immense anxiety bubbled in my chest and my body was just like nah. 🙅‍♂️ I tried breathing exercises and other stuff - it was difficult.

But yeah I finally, finally did it. This week, he was working on Tuesday, and he was just absolutely fucking stalking me. Within one hour I caught him staring at me three separate times, from three different vantage points. The third one was even creepy because he was off to the side, and I don't know how long he was looking; it made me kinda jump. So before I left for the day, I walked up to him with determination, overcame my nerves and managed to recite my script:

"Hey, N"

"Hey"

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Yeah"

"Do you wanna, like, talk on Snapchat?"

He sure as fuck wasn't expecting that. But he was smiling. "... yeah"

And he gave me his Snapchat. (It was an amazing feeling, by the way. Surreal. I kept expecting to wake up. I did it!)

So I don't know what the fuck happened. When I got home I added him and just sent "hey man how are you?" But he never responded. He didn't see my message because he didn't even add me back! I have no idea why.

There's just not any valid excuse. The username was correct. If he wanted to talk, he would have. I fucking handed him this on a silver platter.

So I guess he didn't want to talk? Then wtf did he want all this time, why has he been staring at me for months and months? Was he just objectifying me? That doesn't make sense—he wasn't just looking, he was trying to get my attention as well. Maybe the appeal is gone now that he feels like he has me? I don't know. It's so weird. I don't get it.

I felt pretty broken at first. This guy has been a part of my life for a while now, in his own weird way. I liked him a lot. I was really attached. I kinda had hopes that maybe we could have had something together. Now that hope is gone. I'll miss our little game.

But I think I've processed this loss in a healthy way. Now I'm mostly just relieved that that whole situation is over. It was a little much. I feel free. Rejection feels so much better than the wondering "what if". And I'm so happy and proud of myself for accomplishing something, and I hope I'll continue to use the skills I developed to approach people more often as I move forward in life.

It's gonna be weird the next time we see each other. I hope he knows he needs to leave me tf alone now. It was endearing before, when I thought he was just too nervous to talk to me, but now it would be creepy to continue. I'm a little scared of him to be honest, now that I realize I might have been wrong about his true motives. 😬 If he keeps leering at me I'll confront him, and if I have to, I can go to HR. 🤷‍♀️😕

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misterfatcakes · 3 years

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tagged by the wonderful and ever-beloved @vague-omen tysm!!

Rules: answer 30 questions and tag 20 people you’d like to get to know better!

1. name: Jonathan, or Jon for short.

2. gender: uhhh nb transmasc

3. sign: gemini

4. height: taller than nyx @patheticnyas :-)

5. time: like the time currently? 10:30pm

6. birthday: June 17th!

7. favorite band/s: maiden names, uhhh brown bird, mcr and mother mother (for obvious reasons), left at london

8. favorite solo artist/s: elijah press, penelope scott, owl city bc he's just one guy...

9. song stuck in my head: uhhhh both 3 musketeers by trapbunnybubbles and bby ur a haunted house... simultaneous

10. last movie i watched: my housemates have on movies all the time but the last one I payed attention to was the seasonal rewatch of nightmare before christmas

11. last show i watched: im rewatching bnha with nyx, as you can see from my art blog lol

12. when did i make this blog: this one is a 2015 rebrand- my original was mrfatcakes (or mr-fatcakes? I don't remember) back in 2011 or 2012

13. what do i post: I have no fucking idea should I scroll thru my blog and check? I mostly just reblog if it's something I want one of my followers to see or if I have something to say in the tags

14. last thing i googled: how old is my tumblr, on account of question 12.

15. any sideblogs: uhh yeah my active ones are @misterfatcakes-art for my art, @liminaldirt for like. edgy and autumnal shit. and @refur-ants is where I reblog reference posts to so they don't clog up my likes!

16. do i get asks: no bc apparently my inbox is closed?? and I can't figure out how to open it back up bc I never closed it and it said it was open when I checked?? I tried closing it and opening it back up again but idk if it worked

17. why i chose this url: when I was really little my older sibling would start their diary entries with "dear fatcakes,". they told me they had the patent for the phrase, but I wanted to be just like them, so I started one that I would address "mr. fatcakes", as a means of circumventing their patent. I thought I was a very clever 9 year old at the time. then when I made my first tumblr I thought blogging=journaling so I gave it the same name. I never bothered trying to come up with anything else.

18. following: 34, tho a handful of them are inactive blogs from people who moved on or passed away, who I'm still following for sentimental reasons.

19. followers: 412 but like. most of them are inactives from my hamilton phase I think??

20. average hours of sleep: uhh I think it averages out to like 4 or 5 hours a night but I either sleep for ten hrs or Not at all. depends on the evening

21. lucky number: I don't really get the purpose of them but I usually pick 13 when asked bc I was an edgy kid and now it's reflex

22. do i play any instruments: uhhh I played the clarinet and guitar in middle school for band, and in my second year of high school, back when nyx and I first started dating, he taught me the basics of how to play his saxophone. I'm woefully out of practice with any of those instruments, though, you know how it goes. back in elementary school I taught myself piano, though, and I can still bang out simple tunes. I think the most complex things I still know how to play are the vocaloid songs I memorized when I was 13/14. mostly I just stick to like disney music and nursery rhymes when I'm playing bc they're easy and the ppl around me will recognize it

23. what am i wearing: just my red plaid pajama pants and a grey tank bc I was doing laundry

24. dream job: uhhh god idk. If I didn't have to worry about paying for shit the kind of work I'd actually spend my time doing.... probably making art, being a counselor/tutor for the kids who stay after school, uhhhh and sewing/mending.

25. dream trip: if I can take nyx with me, then to japan, bc they wanna visit a cat island and shop the tourist traps. otherwise?? probably travel to wherever ciara or joker or bonbon is, just to visit.

26. favorite food: meat!! I love every land meat I have tried and I like most fish. specifically when it's savory though- I can't stand like that sweet sauce ppl put on meats sometimes, or how sweet prepackaged lunch meats are. It ruins the taste and always makes me feel nauseous :-/

27. nationality: american 😔

28. favorite song/s: rn? blood of angels (ofc), frontier psychiatrist, the bidding

29. last book i read: I got in a Mood™ and reread the +anima series a few weeks ago

30. favorite fictional universe: in what way? like, I think beastars and star trek and atla and bnha and +anima have super interesting universes and lore, but like in order to narrow down the list I'd need specific criteria.

Uhh I'm tagging @bonbongiveshell @opossums-are-groovy @tsukkitani @topazpearl @shabutiee @the-ziggy-starbucks @angsty-kiefer @a-star-dusted-royal @gummirock @wandamaximahf @willsquanchforfood @9thbutterfly @agent-fangirl @grossdarling @smallscarecrow @riddlercore @taxiwormy @lovesosweet @honeyadder @hermanngottlieb

#tag meme #i paused in the middle of answering this... its 1:30am now

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watchmegetobsessed · 4 years

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Different - Adam Sackler (pt. 3)

thank you soooo much for all the love and support you’ve been showing to this series, this means so much to me! this series has been pretty dear to my heart so I’m happy that so many of you like it! this part is a little shorter than the previous ones, but for the sake of the plot this is where I had to cut it. given the fact how fast I’m writing the story, I’ll probably stick to the daily posting, and there will be approximately 5 parts all together, meaning 2 more until the end! as always, feedback is very much appreciated!

series summary: Hannah lets you move in with her and Adam as you are her second cousin and in need of a place to live. Your relationship with Adam starts rocky, but things soon seem to be taking a turn.

pairing: Adam Sackler x Reader

word count: 3.3k

PART 1 - PART 2

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It’s been hard on Adam as well and he has been struggling just as hard as you. The past couple of weeks has left him with a lot of emotions and he has been working on sorting them out, but it’s a situation he hasn’t faced just yet. Following Hannah’s departure Adam definitely had fears, but it took some time for him to realize they weren’t about her, but more about you. Living with you alone, with no third person scared him, because he has already been having inappropriate thoughts about you before and now that Hannah was away, he felt like he had one less thing to keep him in his place.

He knows it’s not okay to watch you do your everyday things and think about how much he loves to just look at you, that catching himself thinking about you several times a day is not what he should be doing and that the endless jealousy he felt when he found out that you are going on a date scared him more than almost anything in life. When you told him the truth that’s hard to accept for the both of you, he kind of realized you were right, but when he lied in his bed that night, sleepless from his racing thoughts, he still couldn’t make himself believe it’s best if he keeps himself away from you. He has tried that already and it ended with him sleeping in your bed after that night you got drunk. There is just something in you that keeps pulling him in and he can do nothing against it. And slowly, he realizes he doesn’t want to do anything. He is tired of fighting with himself.

He wants to know where this could lead, he just doesn’t know how to figure it out in a way that doesn’t hurt anyone.

A few days later Tyler asks you out on a second date to which you say yes and because of everything that went down you don’t tell Adam. Hannah is set to come back for the weekend exactly when you are going to go out with him again so you think it’s the perfect timing.

The week goes by pretty uneventfully. You and Adam hang out on evenings, usually having dinner together when he gets home in time from work, but when he doesn’t, you’re still up when he arrives so you just watch TV together for a while before you feel like you can’t keep your eyes open any longer. He is nice, chatty, seems to be okay with where you two are heading and it brings you a little peace too, knowing that you might have finally found balance.

Coming home from work that Friday, when you walk into the apartment Hannah greets you with a scream.

“Hey!” she throws herself on you and you barely catch her keeping your balance.

“You’re back!” you chuckle hugging her.

“Yeah, just got here like twenty minutes ago. How are you?”

“I’m good! Everything is fine.”

As you reply Adam walks out of their bedroom and joins the three of you, kissing the top of Hannah’s head and a rush of jealousy washes over you by this small gesture. It’s been quite long since you saw them together and almost forgot the fact that they are really a couple.

“How was living with Adam without me? Did he drive you crazy?” she asks grinning, glancing up at Adam and you notice the anxious look in his eyes that he tries to cover with a warm smile.

Did he drive you crazy? Kind of, and you guess he knows the answer too, he is just scared what you might tell Hannah, but you are not a petty person.

“No, he was alright,” you exhale smiling.

“Good, I’m glad you two got along well,” she nods as you and Adam look at each other and chills run down your spine from the look he gives you before turning back to Hannah. “We are having dinner at that new place a few corners from here, you wanna join us?”

“I’m sure you’d rather be alone.”

“No, I want you to come! This is my time for everyone here, not for just Adam. We’ll have the rest of the weekend together.” “Yeah, but…” you sigh, not wanting to go into the details why you don’t want to go, but she forces it out of you.

“What, do you have a date or something?”

“I…”

“You do!” she gasps. “Who’s the guy? Oh my God Y/N, that’s amazing!”

“Is this the Tyler guy again?” Adam sternly asks and looking at him you can’t really decide what his expression means.

“Yeah.”

“Wait, you’ve met him already? So it’s not the first date?”

“No, we had one already.”

“Is he taking you to dinner?”

“No, he said we are going to this art gallery opening.” “Okay, then you can have an early dinner with us, tell us everything about him and then meet him, this is just perfect!”

“I think she doesn’t want to share the details, Hannah,” Adam chimes in, trying to hold his girlfriend back, but she is just too stubborn and you both know that.

“I demand to be told about it! Go, get ready, we are leaving in thirty,” she urges you and you just know you can’t say no to her.

An hour later the three of you are sitting at a small table in this restaurant that you just can’t tell if it’s Italian or Japanese, but you let this detail slip.

“So, let’s hear everything! How did you meet him, what is he like, is he treating you right?” Hannah seems excited to hear all about Tyler, but she is probably the only one feeling that way at the table.

“Maybe not everything,” Adam mumbles, his eyes focused on the menu even though you’ve already ordered. Hannah dismisses his comment.

“Um, we work at the same place, he is on HR. He is nice, I guess,” you shrug, feeling nervous to talk about it all, especially with Adam sitting right in front of you.

“Is he cute?”

“He… is.”

“Has he kissed you? Or have you already slept with him?”

“Hannah,” Adam growls and she looks at him confused as you try not to choke on your own saliva by her blunt questions.

“What?” she growls turning to Adam. “Out of the three of us you are the least prude person, so what is your problem?”

“We are in a fucking… restaurant. Have some morals,” he quietly tells her, but she just rolls her eyes at him before turning back to you.

“Um, nothing has happened yet,” you say and your eyes meet Adams. You wish you could read his thoughts right at that moment, because there is something in his eyes, but you just can’t tell what it is.

“Oh, he is moving slow, how romantic,” she smiles to herself as you just awkwardly nod. You don’t share the detail that he has tried to kiss you last time, you just ducked and his lips ended up on your cheeks. You were really not into getting physical so fast and luckily he seemed to understand and accept your decision.

“So, how is Iowa?” you ask with the pure intention of diverting the attention away from you to her. You watch her face drop a little, but then her smile is back a moment later.

“Oh, it’s nice. I don’t have many classes, so I have tons of time to write.”

“That’s nice! I’m glad you are enjoying your time.”

“Yeah!” she nods, but you feel like it’s not genuine.

The rest of the dinner is just as awkward as the beginning was. You hate sitting there and watching Hannah and Adam be affectionate with each other. This is a whole new level of third-wheeling, because when they kiss at one point, you catch Adam’s eyes on you and it makes you want to scream. The intensity of the moment is just throwing you over the edge, you hate this, you hate seeing them together and you just don’t understand. It’s not like a new thing, you literally lived together for months before she left, what’s so different now?

You can’t wait for the moment it’s time for you to leave and when it finally comes you basically flee.

“It’s been great to talk, I hope you’re gonna have a nice evening together!” you say forcing yourself to smile before hugging Hannah goodbye and heading towards the exit.

You’re almost out the door when someone grabs your wrist and turning back you see Adam standing in front of you.

“Wait, I just…”

He struggles to find the right words as you wait for him to finally tell you what he wants.

“Yes, Adam?” you urge him to speak.

“What I told you before the last date still stands.”

“I’m not sure what you’re talking about,” you furrow your eyebrows at him confused.

“That if you need help, just call me.”

“Thanks, but I’m sure everything is going to be alright. Besides, just enjoy your time with Hannah.”

That second part comes out a little spicier than you intended, you can actually see the change in his eyes, but before he could say anything else you just turn around and walk out.

You take a few minutes to yourself outside in the cold night air. This past few hours has been harder on you than you would actually admit and now the thought of them spending the rest of the evening together just makes you want to cry even though this is the most normal thing to happen on the planet since they are a couple.

You hate this, you really do, because you really thought things are going to get better after what went down recently between you and Adam, but Hannah’s return just made it a hundred times harder and made you feel worse than ever.

When you finally get your shit together you head to the subway because you are already a little late.

No matter how hard you try, you can’t get your mind fully away from Adam and it shows. Tyler is trying his best to make this evening as nice as possible, but you just can’t wait to go home, crawl into bed and cry yourself to sleep probably. The date cuts shorter than last time as you tell him you’d really like to head home when he suggests to go for a walk just like last time.

“Thanks for everything, Tyler,” you smile at him when you arrive to your building.

“I hope you didn’t find it too boring,” he chuckles scratching the back of his neck.

“No! I really liked it, so thank you.”

“Alright…” There is a short pause before he steps closer and he tries to kiss you again.

And you turn away, again.

But this time, the reaction is a little different.

“Okay, this is not cool, Y/N,” he sighs, clearly frustrated by the situation.

“I’m sorry?”

“This is not middle school where you hold hands for six months straight before you let the guy kiss you for the first time.”

“Are you mad because I’m not kissing you? I’m really not feeling well, this is why I would rather not.”

“Why do I feel like you’ll always have an excuse? You know what? Last time I let it slip because I thought you are just a little shy, but this gotta be something else.”

The fact that he is pissed at you for such a nonsense thing is making you mad as well, wanting to just punch him right now.

“Grow up and learn to respect others, Tyler,” you spat at him, but he just scoffs.

“You telling me to grow up is the joke of the month, honestly. Other girls usually ask me to come up at this point and you don’t even let me kiss you, this is just ridiculous!”

“Well I’m not like other girls!” you retort and you are just about to turn around and leave this unbelievable conversation when he grabs your wrist and yanks you back, causing you to almost lose your balance and fall.

“I’m not fucking done with you! You can’t just walk away from me when I’m still talking!” he sneers through his teeth, hand gripping your wrist tightly.

“Let me go, asshole,” you hiss at him trying to free yourself, but he is just too strong and his hold is starting to get really painful, probably already leaving a mark on your skin.

He is just about to say something else when the door to the building flies open and the next thing you know is that someone just throw a punch at Tyler, and he lets go of you to cover his nose that immediately starts bleeding.

“Oh shit,” you gasp, in shock at the sudden events and you turn to see a very angry looking Adam, shaking his hand lightly and he definitely looks like he is ready to kill Tyler any moment.

“You better get the fuck away from here, you fucker, before I break your neck!” he warns him and Tyler stares back in shock, the blood staining his shirt.

For a moment you feel like he is going to hit back, but then he decides it’s better to leave. He mumbles something under his breath before spitting on the pavement right in front of you and then walks away.

“Are you okay?” Adam turns to you, the threatening tone is long gone from his voice, turning soft in just a heartbeat. He cups your face in his hands, checking if you have anything on you, but there’s nothing, just pure shock in your eyes.

“I-I’m alright. It’s just my hand,” you whimper, feeling the tears building up in your eyes as it all crashes at you once. He gently takes your hand, taking a look at it and it’s a deep shade of red and you’re already sure it’s going to bruise by the morning.

“Come on, let’s go back inside,” he softly says wrapping an arm around your shoulders as he pulls you to his side and walks you up to the apartment.

You sit on the couch, sniffing quietly as he gets you an icepack, and you still can’t believe this just happened.

“Here,” he sighs joining you on the couch, handing you the icepack. You mumble a faint thank you as you push it to your skin, hissing at the sudden coldness of it. “Are you sure he didn’t hurt you anywhere else?”

“No, he didn’t have the chance, you arrived in time,” you say with a sad smile.

“What the fuck happened though?” he asks with a grimace, running his fingers through his hair.

“He… got mad at me because I didn’t want to kiss him. He said we are not in middle school and girls usually ask him to go up at this point. Told him I’m not like that and he didn’t take it well.”

“That dickhead!” he curses shaking his head.

“How did you know you had to come down? And where’s Hannah?” The questions start to flow into your mind as you slowly adjust to the happenings around you. The apartment seems quiet, you’re more than sure she is not home.

“She went out with Jessa and Marnie,” he shrugs and you find it odd that she spends her first night out with friends instead of being with Adam, but you don’t say anything about it.

“And my other question?” you ask remembering he never answered the first question.

“Huh?”

“How did you know you had to come down?”

“I uhh… I was just looking out the window and spotted you two. When I saw his annoying ass face turn from a smile into that fucking frown I knew something was about to happen.”

“Were you waiting by the window?” you quietly ask.

“What? No, I wasn’t.”

“So it was all one big coincidence?”

“Yeah,” he nods, but you see right through him and he knows it too. “Okay, fuck it! I was waiting at the window, you happy now?”

“But why?”

“Why? Because I’m one big fucking loser and I wanted to see the fucker you are seeing. I wanted to see how you look at him, if he makes you laugh, if he is what you deserve.”

He exhales sharply, pouring his heart out finally. He has been holding it all back for too long and he just can’t keep himself back anymore.

“I hated the thought of you being with someone, I could barely sit still after you left and when Hannah said she is meeting her friends I just came home and stood at the fucking window like some fucking creep, waiting for you to finally come home.”

You stare at him completely shocked at his sudden confession, not knowing what to do or say, but one thing is for sure; his words are making your heart flip.

“I can’t keep pretending like I’m fine with just being friends with you, because I’m not! And it’s literally the worst feeling ever, and I—“

He doesn’t get to finish, because without really thinking through what you are doing you move forward and press your lips to his, kissing him hard, dropping the icepack from your hand to cup his face in your palms.

It takes him a moment to realize what’s happening, but when he finally does, he doesn’t waste any more seconds. Wrapping his arms around you he pulls you to his lap and you put a knee on each of his sides, pressing up against him while your lips move in sync.

You feel him in every bit of your body, it’s like electricity. You’ve thought about what it would like to kiss him before, but reality is nothing like those ridiculous daydreams. The way he pulls on your bottom lip, how his fingers dive into your hair on the back of your head and feeling his broad shoulders under your palms, it’s just making your mind explode. You want to kiss him every day for the rest of your life, feel his plump lips on yours all the time, the weight of his arms around your body, the way his hair sticks to your forehead upon touching.

It all crashes when you suddenly hear Hannah’s laugh coming from outside and in a blink of an eye you push him away and jump off him, shocked at what you just did. The two of you stare at each other for a moment at a complete loss of words for what just happened, but when you hear Hannah’s key wiggle in the lock you decide it’s time to disappear.

Covering your mouth with your hand you run into your room and shut the door closed just when she walks in. You press your back against it sliding down to the floor and you hear their conversation while you just sit there in utter shock.

“Y/N?” she calls after you. “I wanted to ask how her date went,” she sadly sighs.

“Um, she… It wasn’t the best,” you hear Adam answer and your throat closes up at hearing his voice.

“Really? What did she say?”

“The dude was a dick. I think she just wants to sleep it off,” he cleverly says so Hannah won’t come into your room to interrogate.

You hear him talk about her evening before they move into their bedroom and the voices become too muffled to make out what they are saying. You don’t know how long you sit there on the floor, but after a while you just blankly crawl up to the bed and pulling the covers over your head you pray to wake up with an easier heart, because right now it feels like you are carrying a rock in your chest, thinking about what you just did.

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flowerslightning · 4 years

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Wanna be a Game Character?

And now, who's up for a physical torture??

Inspired from Saitama's 100 days challenge, since this will only be for ' 7 ' weeks only, Im gonna name this workout challenge as "TIFA LOCKHART WORKOUT".

I like Lightning Farron more, but she has a God-like power. While Tifa is an ordinary girl who train her body to be in the same level as the hero. So I use her name for this workout. Besides, I want to have what she has - the agility, power and speed.

I.. Have.. No.. Idea.. My weight .. Has .. Increased.. A lot 😂😂😂 no wonder why I feel my body is heavier than usual. I didnt train a muscle during the quarantine and the last time I trained seriously with my coach was in January and then my intern shift interrupted most of my training seasons.

I got scolded by my coach for being weak and unmotivated today 😂😂 and today was be the last time I saw him bfore moving 500km away from my hometown bcause of this intern for 7 weeks. I need to get back to my usual figure before meeting him again.

Disclaimer : I'm not a coach nor someone who has knowledge in nutrition. I once used this method to reduce 8 kg in a very short amount of time for my sparring tournament and it worked (but previously the workout was a lot more intense than this). And my weight maintained for several years, not until my sleeping schedule got crazy from the past 6 months and I have to stay indoors 24hrs and eat midnight snacks almost everyday and 0 hrs of exercise for 3 months straight.

Hah-hah.

★Tifa Lockhart Workout★

Tifa has light build, superb strength, slim but fit figure, high agility and speed. She has abs but not the 6 pack type and her female appeal still maintained. A body where lots of women admire. While genetic does play a huge role in a person's body, but I believe Tifa does not have restricted diet but still train herself intensely. This workout should be light and easy to follow (well at least for me it is easy).

So, overall, the main objective is to regain power and speed. Which I assume I can achieve this by loosing weight and increase muscle endurance through out the 7 weeks self train. I will focus more on full body workout which involves cardio and strength exercises. [Pls note that I hate dumbbells and dislike gym. I like cardio and love pushups and plank]. So, this workout is really simple but effective (for me) and may torture ur mental a bit. It doesnt need equipment (but u need a jump rope)

★ Ready to go? Lets check the schedule first

F - Fasting | INT F - Intermittent Fasting

I will give myself 2 days rest to allow my body to heal. I have extra time doing the weekends, so I will push myself to do more workout. Doing the selected days, I will try to spend at least 2 hrs for weekdays and weekends at least 3 hrs.

★ Move on to the diet

I'm not a foodie person. So I can survive a day without eating heavy meal while still being active. I choose Mon and Thu to fast, and Tue, Wed, Sat for intermittent fasting. Fri and Sun are my super 👻 cheat days. And dont forget to drink ur water 3L/day. I like to add a few slices of lemon in to my plain water for no proper reason. I just like to watch the lemon floating inside my bottle 😂

Rice is our main dish and we often have it during breakfast, lunch and dinner. Rice is a form of high carbs, so Im gonna cut it completely from my diet, along with bar chocolates, sweet drinks, candies while still eating breads and cookies, less intake of salty snack and more in protein and fruits. And the rest, Im gonna eat it like usual but in smaller portion- noodle, kuey teow, oden, mee, oatmeal, etc.. Will be away from home for 7 weeks though, I'm a cheapstake to myself so I dont really spend money on food 😂

And i dont take any extra supplement. I hate drugs..

★ And here's what the activity will look like

Dont forget to do warm up! We usually rope jump for half an hour before stretching.

Since my only problem is my weight increased and I feel my muscle endurance reduced, I will immediately start at Level 3, then jump to Level 5 and then to Level 10. Im not an expert though, I just like to push myself to my limit and see how far I can still proceed.

If ure new to any type of exercise, pls try to do this activity level by level. Increase ur level every 2 weeks. Eg - Level 1 rpt 10x push up, 10 mins rope jumping, 1km jogging for the first 2 weeks | Level 2 rpt 20x push up, 20 mins rope jumping, 2km joggin for the next 2 weeks | Level 3 - and so on. Make sure to have 5-3mins rest before doing the next activity.

Agility workout aint fun without a partner, for me, at least. But, yeah, none of my female intern friends like sweat 🙃 so I have to train agility.all.by.my.self. (or probably will skip it and change to strength workout) Hmmm

Friendly reminder : Do it slowly but constantly. If u cant finish the 10x burpees, u can rest 2-3 mins every 5x. No need to push ur self too hard. Unless if ure stubborn like me, then have it ur way. Do this at ur own risk.

As a summary to this challenge ;

Right now, I am 166cm tall and 56kg. Perfect BMI u may say, but I feel heavy, unlike when I was only 54-52kg. Besides, I'm in class B sparring tournament. Cant let my weight be more than 54kg and less than 50

☆ Mission : Reduce weight - From 56kg to 51kg

☆ Objective : Regain strength, speed and muscle endurance

☆ Workout focuses : Full body workout - Cardio + Strength

☆ Time limitation : 7 Weeks

Keep in mind that this is not about trying to be like Tifa Lockhart, but instead, u may have abs and lean muscle like her through this workout (depends on ur genetic, routine and diet). If u want to reduce weight and bcome light like how I want it to be, then this simple exercise is for u.

Alright, that's it. Feel free to join my 7 weeks challenge ! If u participate in this challenge, do tell me ur result and ur experience. I'm eager to listen to ur story 😆😆

I will be in hiatus for 7 weeks straight. Was told the internet line at the village clinic is horrible. So, will come back on 23rd August. See ya guy later ! 🤗

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catlliecal · 3 years

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Winx AU Drabble 1: How Stella of Solaria Got Herself Expelled.

Finally doing one of these things! This one is pretty Winx focused, and could probably fit into canon just fine if you ignore the ending. God, I love my baby Stella. I wanna give hr all the hugs. Word Count: 1.8K Rating: General Audiences

Stella, to put it bluntly, was bored.

Bored in potions class for good measure.

Her lab partner was busy recording down the teacher's instructions, but all Stella could think of was how she'd rather be anywhere but in class. Something bumped her shoulder, and she looked over and saw said lab partner nudging her to pay attention. What difference would it make? Stella wasn't the one taking notes. They were already taken care of in that department. Besides, Stella's notes were average at best.

With a minor huff, she forced herself to pay attention to the teacher. The longer she looked at her, the more Stella's mind kept drifting away from the lesson and more onto what the teacher was wearing. She had a stunning pair of red cat eye glasses that Stella always meant to ask where they came from. However, the rest of her outfit wasn't as chic. Sure, she had a lovely pair of deep navy pumps, but you could barely see them most of the time. She wore a navy button up shirt featuring pearl buttons and pair of tight red pants that hugged her figure just right, yet those were covered up by a large white lab coat buttoned all the way up. A pair of lab goggles rested on top of her head. The outfit could be quite cute if she just exchanged the lab stuff for some cute accessories like a perfectly oversized coat and some cute hair pins to go with the hair bun. Alas. The price to pay for being a potions teacher. Why did potions have to require so much protection?

Stella's lab partner nudged her again. "Got any ideas for what you wanna do?"

"Huh?"

"I should have known you wouldn't pay attention," the partner sighed. "It's a free lab today.”

"Aren't all labs free?" Stella chuckled. "Last I checked, we don't pay to enter this room.”

"Haha, very funny," her partner huffed. "You know I mean that we're allowed to show off our skills and create our own mixture to present."

"Does it have to be something we learned?" Stella groaned. "That's so boring."

"Actually, no. We can make original mixtures if we just write down what we use and explain what it does."

A lightbulb went off in Stella's head. Finally, this class could be good for something!

"Honey, take notes," Stella said. "I have a plan."

"Oh no."

"Don't give me that," Stella turned on the mini furnace before placing a large glass beaker on top. "I know exactly what I'm doing."

"And that would be..."

"Pink!" Stella exclaimed. "We are gonna make a new shade of pink never seen before!" She poured some water into the beaker.

"One, that's such a stupid idea," her partner said. "Two, can you even do that? Make a new color?"

"Clearly you don't keep up with the design world," Stella said. "A couple years ago there was this huge scandal over a designer who was charging people ridiculous amounts of dough to use his special uber dark black. So a different designer created their own uber dark black and let everyone use it for free expect that first guy."

"Uh huh," her partner rolled her eyes. "You sure you don't have any better ideas?"

"This is a brilliant idea!" Stella said. "We'll be famous for inventing Stella Pink! Now take notes. Genius is about to happen right before your very eyes!"

Stella started pulling out ingredients from the drawers and the tables, adding as many pink things as she could. This thing needed to be big, bold, buzz worthy. It needed to blow everyone away with how awesome it would be. It needed to be as special as possible.

As cliché as it was, Stella couldn't help but giggle the more and more she worked. A sprinkle of this, a dash of that. She only slowed down when she saw her lab partner struggling to write everything down.

Stella dropped in a fuzzy pink plant stem and the mixture began bubbling and sparking.

"Stella..." her partner said, way too concerned for Stella's liking. "Please don't tell me you really added that..."

"What about it?" Stella asked. "It's pink, no?"

"Yes, but that plant produces and stores a reactive chemical in it, even long after it's been picked and shelved. It's especially sensitive to hydra oil..."

"Relax, I didn't add that."

"You did," her partner pointed to the ingredients sheet, which actually did include hydra oil. A lot of it.

Huh.

The potion began shaking the beaker, and Stella was yanked under the desk just before her creation exploded.

And oh boy did it explode.

The sound of the glass breaking was enough to make you cover your ears, even without the windows joining in. A strong shockwave burst through the whole room, leaving the now pink walls with several cracks in them. Stella slowly poked her head up to find that her whole desk was covered in scorch marks.

"Whoopsie..." she said, her voice cracking.

•••

Expelled. She was now expelled from the best magic school in the whole Dimension.

Okay maybe she hadn't been the greatest student there and didn't always follow the rules, but surely expelling her for a lab mishap was a bit overkill, right? Those windows and walls could be repaired and the pink could be washed away. Really, the worst part of this whole thing was that she didn't even make a new shade of pink.

And maybe that her dad was coming to see her at school.

Okay that was the worst part of this whole thing.

Stella waited outside the headmaster's office, pulling at her skirt and checking her nails over and over as she waited for him to come. She had her phone on her, but something told her that now wasn't the best time to be on it.

After what felt like forever, Stella heard footsteps in the hall. She looked up and saw her father, King Radius of Solaria, walking up.

"Daddy!" She jumped up and ran over to give him a hug.

"It's good to see you too, baby," he said. Eventually he placed her hands on her shoulders. "I am going to hear your side of the story, but the school wanted to talk to me first. I knew you had been getting in trouble, but I didn't think it be this much."

"I learned from the best," she said, before quickly biting her tongue and kicking herself. Not the best time to mention her father's party habits.

"Just hold on a bit longer, okay?" He let go of her and made his way over to the headmaster's door. "We'll figure this out together."

For some reason, she didn't fully believe him.

•••

Stella had no idea time could move even slower than before, but her father's meeting dragged on and on. Not even eavesdropping made the time go by any faster. Eventually, after what had to be a year, Stella heard her father stand up and make his way to the door. She quickly sat back down to appear as innocent as possible.

He stepped out of the office and looked at her. "You have quite a record, huh?"

"I guess so."

"You probably heard, but I've agreed to pay for the damages and provide extra funding for any major renovations for the next three years."

"I wasn't listening," Stella said.

"You've been eavesdropping ever since you understood what words were," he said. "I'm afraid you inherited my interest in gossip."

"I just want to know what's going on," Stella twirled a piece of her hair. "Feels like no one ever tells me things."

"We don't tell you everything because you're not involved in everything," Radius said. "You could possibly spill something important."

"I can keep a secret!" Stella stood back up. "I haven't told anyone that I was the person who sneaked the geese into the castle back when you kept spending so much time making deals with Eraklyon when I was ten!"

"You just did."

"I–" She buried her face in her hands. “Me and my big mouth..."

He walked over and pulled her into a hug. "I know you mean well, but you aren't ready yet. When you are, I'll tell you more."

Stella didn't say anything.

"You know," Radius sighed. "This has been something your mother and I have been meaning to talk about..."

"About what?"

"Your recklessness," he paused. "Look, it's not bad to have so much energy like you do. But you don't think through things. You get so caught up in the heat of the moment that you end up creating a huge mess. Truth be told, I've had a lot of people back home tell me they don't think you can be a good leader…"

"They... they really think that?" Stella asked, going slow to avoid letting her voice shake too much.

"They think you're a great person, but they don't think that you have the skills needed to rule someday. They say that you're wild and crazy, that you don't know how to properly manage such a responsibility."

"I," Stella swallowed a large lump in her throat. "I see..."

"I can't help but view it as my fault," Radius said. "That I wasn't there enough for you and didn't teach you enough. Your mother feels the same."

"Mhm."

"We had actually been talking about bringing you back home," he continued, "to give you specialized lessons with tutors. Since you're now expelled..."

"Hold up," Stella pushed herself away from the hug. "Are you saying I'm not coming back?"

Radius didn't say anything, but Stella knew his answer.

"You're not even gonna try to get me back in. And without asking me. What happened to figuring this out together?"

"Stella–"

"I thought you were gonna fight with me," Stella interrupted. "You've always been so supportive. When I wanted to go to normal school as a kid, you were the one who helped to enroll me and create a fake identity. When I wanted to adopt that stray I found, you were the one who helped me to get it all those shots and bring it back to health. What changed?"

"Because it's bigger than that," Radius said. "You're no longer a kid, and you're no longer dealing with something as simple as a dog. You're dealing with your future, a future that involves taking care of the well being of millions of people. If something bad happened to you and you didn't know how to handle it, I don't think I'd ever forgive myself for letting you go so underprepared.”

Stella wanted to say something. She wanted to say something about how she could rule Solaria and take care of herself just fine. But every time she opened her mouth, nothing came out. Maybe deep down there was a part of her that believed what he said.

"Do you need help packing?" He asked.

"No, dad," Stella shook her head. "I can do it myself."

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mikasocks · 4 years

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How would they react to s/o sleeping in underwear and their t-shirt.

A/n: muah muah it’s 12:28pm and it’s crackhead hrs ew ha:(

Pairing(s): Todoroki Shoto x reader, bakugo katsuki x reader, Izuku midoriya x reader.

Type/warning(s): fluff, sfw but SOME sexual references, swearing

Synopsis: the ones where the boys sneak to your dorm room for cuddles, only to find you in just their t-shirt and underwear.

KATSUKI BAKUGO :

Bakugo tossed and turned all night yet for some reason he couldn’t fall asleep

Tired bakugo = firework show gone wrong

So.. he decided to spare all his classmates and himself, by taking a little walk down to his s/o’s dorm room.

Pillow clamped between his elbow as his hands shoved their way into his pockets

Katsuki lazily knocked on your door not even waiting a second before letting himself in

He moved over to you looking at your sleeping figure, who was currently taking up the whole fucking bed.

With his signature scowl of endearment, he lifted the blanket with the intentions of scooting you over to make room for himself. Only to find you curled up in a ball, his t-shirt riding up your legs just enough so he could see your underwear.

0.0

I-

Bakugo stayed like that for a solid minute or two just holding the blanket up and staring like a deer in headlights.

He was red red almost as red as shitty hair’s hair

Let’s just say you woke up surprised, happy, and yet a tiny bit annoyed.

cold air was hitting your exposed skin and a stupidly cute looking bakugo was panicking with an open mouth.

I mean it’s not like it’s the first time he’s seen you in your underwear, he just didn’t expect you to be yanno? In it.. right now.. like this.

“Katsuki did you come her to cuddle or stare? It’s cold.” A genuine question on your part

If you thought he couldn’t get any redder, you’re wrong

You asked so innocently it made his heart go ahhskwieuejbs

I mean, the moonlight hit you just right and your hair was messy. His shirt fit you too baggy in the best way possible (wait when did you even get that shirt?) Wow. He fucking lucked out.

He’d never admit that though

And just like that, blushy bakugo was gone and replaced with his normal hard demenor.

He threw his pillow teasingly at your sleepy face, as you pouted now hugging it in your lap.

“Tsk, shut up... are you sure it’s okay if I get in? I can just leave... you’re practically naked, what’s up with that idiot? You caught me off guard.”

“YOu CaUGht mE OfF gUaRd?”

Bitch who showed up uninvited? Smh

He’d leave if you said that out loud though, so you opted for a small roll of your eyes and a smile.

“It’s okay dummy just get in, it’s too cold.”

Grr

You chucked his pillow back at him and he lied down with a small thud.

And immediately latched onto you like his life depended on it. Nuzzling his head into your neck and grabbing your hand to move it in into his hair.

All the while his hands moved to grip your ass thigh.

This boi didn’t forget the love of his life was only wearing underwear, no sir.

And you were too tired to really mind (you really didn’t mind at all, like at all)

He smiled a little, just relaxing from your presence that always brought him peace

sleep washing over him just from your intoxicating familiar scent, he made a good call to come here tonight.

All of his aggression washed away as he snuggled closer to you

Cuddly bakugo = baby boy

Before he passed out completely, he muttered a quick explanation into your neck.

“I couldn’t sleep, thanks. I love you Baka.” Bakugo mumbled out before placing a gentle quick kiss on collarbone.

“I love you too katsuki.”

SHOTO TODORKI:

Todo just needed wanted cuddles bro

It was 1:35 am and all he wanted was you, he could fall asleep fine all by himself today but he just craved your touch.

So off he went, a man on a mission.

You were probably up (he hoped), I mean it was a Saturday and you all had tomorrow off anyways.

Softly knocking, you took a couple seconds before opening up.

shoto smiled aww

He looked at you with so much affection in his eyes, quickly engulfing you into a hug as you giggled.

He pushed the door closed with his foot and carried you to bed.

Finally letting go, he looked at you up and down his grey shirt reaching your knees and no pants in sight.

Honestly he didn’t care much ha...

Of course you were gorgeous to him, but it was so much more than just your body.

But but but he did blush and you caught it, though It was subtle.

He was surprised of course but didn’t mind much, it wasn’t new to him and he came for innocent cuddles not a different kind of intimacy.

He respected you so much

“S/o I wanted to cuddle tonight, would you want to change or are you comfortable?.”

You pecked his cheek smiling, he was actually the cutest human being ever.

It was kind of warm though, and you didn’t feel like changing with you already being in bed and everything. yanno. due to todo putting you there.

“Mm do you want me to change?”

“As long as you’re comfortable I don’t mind anything.”

With that you got up to turn the lights off and tucked yourself into bed right next to shoto.

Todorki quickly turned, wrapping his arms around your waist.

Every so often he’d pull you in trying to get closer, which resulted in you chuckling

“Shoto hun, I don’t think we can get any closer.”

“Doesn’t mean we cant try.”

Every moment with you added so much joy into his life

He just needed you

Looking up with puppy dog eyes, he kissed your lips

He tasted like peppermint and you smiled fondly at the boy who had your heart.

He looked back with the same look before falling back into your chest.

“I adore you my love.” His voice echoed.

IZUKU MIDORIYA:

Izuku was S T R E S S E D

The sports festival was coming up and he needed to better control his quirk in order to do well

With a sigh he looked at the clock 2:01am

There’s no way he’s getting any sleep tonight... unless

The knock on your door woke you up, you had just fallen asleep too.

Stumbling to the door and hitting the lights in the process you opened.

Midoryia stood at your door muttering out ways to apologize in advance for waking you, he didn’t even notice you.

Deku looked up and wow.

He prayed you didn’t see his blush

You stood in his shirt and no pants looking breathtaking as always.

He freaked the fuck out

0.0

“Ohmygods/oimsosorryigottago.”

Quickly you push a hand to your boyfriends mouth as you drag him into your room.

“Izuku shh, you’re gonna wake everyone up. What’s wrong baby?.”

He tried to run, quickly saying that he was so sorry.

Were you in the middle of changing? No the lights were off... Where did your pants go?

You wrapped your arms around his waist stopping him for moving.

“Izuku. What’s wrong?”

“S/o where are your pants?” He was quite and held his head down.

You bursted into laugher standing on your tippy toes to kiss his cheek from behind.

“I sleep like this sweetie, do you want me to change?.”

The baby turned around careful not to look down

He honestly didn’t want you to change, but he was too nervous to tell you so.

So you stood there staring at each other until he built up the courage.

“I— no it’s okay, Its your room after all. umm, I can’t sleep :( I’m a little stressed about the sports festival. Can I sleep here? With you?”

Awww

“You don’t even need to ask, come here silly. Do you wanna talk about it?”

So you and deku talked about his stresses until he felt sleepy/bad for using you as his therapist.

the blush on his cheeks slowly faded out during your conversation, until-

You got into bed, your head in his neck and your bare legs wrapped around his.

He couldn’t take it, his cheeks were burning up and let’s just say falling asleep was even harder next to his gorgeous s/o.

But being here with you was much better than lying awake in his cold dorm all alone.

He slowly relaxed into your form, relishing in your presence.

“Thank you s/o, i would’ve been so stressed if I didn’t have you, sorry for waking you up and trying to run away and I—.”

You looked up kissing him: first his neck, then his cheek, and lastly his lips.

0.0

“No problem izuku, I love you more than anything and I’m happy you’re here. Goodnight hun.”

Gulp

“Goodnight s/o, I love you too.”

#bnha shoto todoroki #bnha bakugo katsuki #bnha headcanons #izuku mydoria #bnha x reader #bnha imagines #boku no hero headcanons #todoroki shoto x reader #myheroacedemia

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fandomscombine · 4 years

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I Wanna Dance With Somebody

I Wanna Dance With Somebody. Song inspired fic.

Cisco Ramon x Reader

I just had to write this, this had been stuck in my head for days after listening to ‘I Wanna Dance With Somebody by Whitney Houston’ and itwon’t stop bothering me until I had it written out!

This is also my first ever song fic! And when an idea doesn’t get off my mind, it really doesn’t. I had the song on loop while writing this and its been probably been 1.5 hrs and I still ain’t bored with the song lmao.

This is also the first time I gifs within a story! You know to enhance the feeling while reading. << Tell me if you enjoyed them

Gifs are NOT mine, some are from the tumblr gif settings others I googled them.

21 December 2019 1:31am

Word Count:1237

>>>MASTERLIST<<<

‘Happy Birthday Frost!’ shouted Team Flash.

‘Thanks guys, this means a lot’ Frost smiled.

‘Oh thank Cisco and y/n, their the ones who did such an amazing job organizing everything in such a short time.’ Barry replied.

Frost raised her glass. ‘To Cisco and y/n!’

‘To Cisco and y/n!’ Everyone chimed.

Thankfully everyone was too busy looking up their glass for the cheers to notice your blushing face. Except for one.

The party is at full swing and you were becoming a bit too overwhelmed by all the people in the Star Labs Lounge.

To be honest, you didn’t expect this many people to show up especially since you and Cisco had only 4 hours to plan this whole party with the recent development of learning that Frost haven’t ever had a birthday party before.

Not to be complaining, you love helping your friends and it didn’t hurt that you got to spend more time with your best friend Cisco.

But back to the point, the Star Labs Lounge is packed to the brim and with all the work you’ve done today, you just wanna rest for a little while.

Leaning towards Iris you say ‘Hey I’m gonna take a breather okay?’

‘What?’ She shouted, still dancing.

You grab her shoulders to keep her still and shouted over the loud music ‘Imma go rest and have a drink first, okay?’

‘Oh okay’ and she continues dancing.

You successfully avoided the dancing crowd and made it to the Bar.

‘Oh hey Ralph’ You say when you see him behind the Bar. ‘Why aren’t you out there dancing? ‘

‘Oh don’t worry, my time will come. Just have to loosen up a little.’ He smiled. ‘What can I get you?’

‘The usual please Ralphie sir’ You smiled at the nickname you gave ‘Make it extra ice and extra mint. It’s getting hot in here.’

‘One extra ice, extra mint mojito for a Ms y/n’ Ralph announced.

Which made you giggled and turn from watching the dance floor back to the Bar. ‘Thanks mate!’

You took a sip ‘Hmmmm That’s the good stuff.’

‘Of course it is, It was made by yours truly.’ Ralph beamed ‘Speaking of which, yours truly would be showing off his moves’ He said while rounding the bar.

You watched as he made his way to your group of friends. Iris and Barry were dancing together while Frost, Cisco and Ralph looking like they have started a dance off between the 3 of them.

Boy you don’t know what you did to deserve these people and you were truly grateful for every single one of time.

The room was still a bit too hot for you at the moment despite your sink cooling you down. You look out the window and saw a beautiful sunset starting, so you grab your dink and headed to the balcony.

You lost time on how long you were out, too busy getting lost in the sunset and the cool breeze. When you heard a familiar beginning of a song you turn you head to see Cisco enter.

‘Hey’ he said. ‘Why are you out here? Something wrong?’ he asked worry appearance in his voice.

Oh Cisco, the ever so caring Cisco Ramon.

‘Oh what no!’ Shaking your head. ‘No No No! I just want to get some fresh air’

‘Oh good!’ Exhaling and putting a hand to his chest. ‘I thought I did something wrong and-‘

‘Cisco no, you didn’t!’ You cut him off his rambling. ‘You Cisco Ramon can like never do any wrong!’ You assure him.

With Cisco having left the balcony door open, music from the party came seeping in.

~Clock strikes upon the hour

And the sun begins to fade

Still enough time to figure out

How to chase my blues away

I've done alright up to now

It's the light of day that shows me how

And when the night falls, loneliness calls~

‘Hey I know this is gonna say cheesy because of the song’ He chuckles. ‘But do you wanna dance?’ Putting his hand out to you.

‘I’d love to’ You smile and put your hand into his.

He drags you inside to the centre of the dance floor while the song goes:

~Oh, I wanna dance with somebody

I wanna feel the heat with somebody

Yeah, I wanna dance with somebody

With somebody who loves me

Oh, I wanna dance with somebody

I wanna feel the heat with somebody

Yeah, I wanna dance with somebody

With somebody who loves me~

The next few moments goes by like a blur, both of you getting lost dancing with each other.

~Don'tcha wanna dance with me baby

Dontcha wanna dance with me boy

Hey Don'tcha wanna dance with me baby

With somebody who loves me~

Cisco points at you and motions you closer.

You shimmy closer to him and wrap your arms around his neck..

You see your reflection in his beautiful brown eyes, feel his breath on you face.

He is staring back with such intensity that matches yours.

He no doubt sees the blush back on your cheeks.

The exact same reaction unknowingly to you, he noticed earlier.

That he deduced with 90% certainty was because of the thought of him specifically and in the exact words of “To Cisco and y/n”.

Which actually gave him the courage to make his move. Much how that drink gave you the extra kick you needed

~Don'tcha wanna dance say you wanna dance

Don'tcha wanna dance

Don'tcha wanna dance say you wanna dance

Don'tcha wanna dance

Don'tcha wanna dance say you wanna dance

With somebody who loves me~

Cisco places his right hand on your cheek, looks into your eyes, briefly to your lips and back to your eyes and asks ‘y/n Can I kiss you?’

You bit your lip, trying to contain your happiness. You manged to reply ‘Kiss me’

Fireworks danced across your eyelids while you two kiss, you just wanna get lost in those lips forever.

When you both pulled away. Cisco couldn’t keep his face from holding his dazzling smile. ‘Wow’

‘Wow’ you say too, still recovering from that amazing first kiss.

Cisco takes hold of your waist and suddenly gotten a bit nervous. ‘I know it might seem sudden but it’s not y/n. You’re my best friend and you’ve heard me say it to you, but I want the context to be clear between us’ He steps closer and continues ‘y/n l/n I Love You. Not just as a friend but as someone more, I Love You y/n and I love to be your boyfriend.’

Hearing those words, made your heart beat fast than you can imagine. You stuck a strand of hair behind Cisco’s ear which made him closed his eyes to you touch which in turn heart your heart melt even more. ‘I love you too Cisco Ramon and I’d be honoured to have a boyfriend like you’

Cisco kissed you once again out of the pure joy that he felt.

You pulled away, admiring his facial features when I thought came to mind which made you giggled. ‘I guess that’s why you ask me to dance huh?’

‘hmm?’ Cisco raised his brow.

‘Because you wanted to Dance with Somebody Who Loves You!’

He laughed ‘You’re so cheesy!’

‘Hey! You love it! And so are you!’ You encountered argued

‘Yup we are’ He said before pulling you into a hug.

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TASK TWO: CHARACTER PLAYLIST ( x )

hall of fame - the script ft. will.i.am / champion - kanye west / just my luck - coco jones / rage - rico nasty / watch me - jaden / don’t stop the music - rihanna / hot girl summer - megan thee stallion ft. ty dolla $ign, nicki minaj / listen before i go - billie eilish / midnight sky - miley cyrus / smack a bitch - rico nasty / wolves - big sean ft. post malone / ordinary life - the weeknd / rise - willow, jahnavi harrison / power is power - sza ft. the weeknd, travis scott / icon - jaden / got it on me - pop smoke / OTHERSIDE - beyonce / until i bleed out - the weeknd / gone too soon - michael jackson / the other side - sza, justin timberlake / ohfr? - rico nasty / lonely - justin bieber, benny blanco / my sanity - thriii, messenger : 1 hr 15 mins

okay so this is basically a soundtrack of her life so far. i’ve included a rundown below including sample lyrics if you’re interested, so you won’t have to listen to get the gist, but fair warning there’s probably HELLA typos since it’s almost 6 am now <3

it starts off with hall of fame, bc as far as she can remember her father was always telling her that she was special and destined for greatness. according to her father, there was nothing she couldn’t do, no limits to how much she could achieve. she carried her godliness with pride, training hard to one day be one of the greatest.

“ yeah, you can be the greatest, you can be the best. you can be the king kong bangin' on your chest. you can beat the world, you can beat the war. you can talk to God, go bangin' on his door. . . you can move a mountain, you can break rocks. you can be a master, don’t wait for luck. dedicate yourself and you gon' find yourself. ”

next comes champion, where jazmine is starting to think that her father may not be as great as she thought he was, but her little siblings still view him as such. although there is this slight confusion going on with her father, she doesn’t want it to stop her from achieving greatness, so she keeps working hard.

“ this is the story of a champion. runners on their mark and they pop their guns. stand up, stand up, here he comes. tell me what it takes to be number one. ”

just my luck. at this point, she’s feeling that all the authority figures in her life, especially her dad, see her as a weapon rather than a person. she feels like she’s too under their control, so she begins to retaliate. around this time, she is nearly expelled from school and is then sent away by her father to full-year camp in greece.

“ I don't know where you're leading me to go. pulling me here, pulling me there. can't take no more. what happened to being happy? that's what I ask myself. ”

while the last song described her insecurities and stress, rage gives a glimpse into her anger from the situation. she starts to grow a chip on her shoulder, and she takes it out on the people around her.

“ keep my name out your fucking mouth before you find out what we about. type of shit that you read about. if you talk it, then be about it. ”

she channels her frustrations into her training. watch me represents how she no longer wants to reach the top for the people back home, but rather to spite them. she wants those that hate her to watch her reach the top regardless of their opinions.

“ watch me, watch me, watch me, do this. ”

don’t stop the music and hot girl summer are most relevant during her two years after school, which she spent traveling in europe and taking on quests solely for monetary and extra adrenaline. for the first time in her life, she is really letting loose, and she mostly focuses on chasing pleasures and easing up pressures.

“ I gotta get my body moving, shake the stress away. ”

listen before i go expresses how low her spirits are after her final confrontation with her father. at this point, she’s struggling to see her life’s purpose. midnight sky is when she finally starts relishing in her newfound freedom from completely cutting ties with him.

“ if you need me, wanna see me, better hurry 'cause I'm leavin' soon. ”

“ lotta years went by with my hands tied up in your ropes. forever and ever, no more. . . I was born to run, I don't belong to anyone. I don't need to be loved by you. ”

smack a bitch and wolves describe both her aggressive confidence in her godly lineage. and how her past has shaped her to be more vicious. she may no longer claim her father, but she’ll show people what she can do as a descendant of hecate.

“ since a baby in her tummy, mama knew I was great. they can't play me like a dummy, they know what not to take. ”

“ I was raised by the wolves, ate 'til they full. run through the night, playin' with your life. go against the pack, that's risking your life. ”

ordinary life depicts her acknowledgement that her life isn’t normal, but she doesn’t think she was meant to have an ordinary life. at the same time, she feels desensitized -- like something’s missing.

“ and she said that she'll pray for me. I said, "It's too late for me," ‘cause I think it's safe to say... this ain't ordinary life. ”

in rise, she resolves to start making her actions purposeful again. she commits to more important, high-stake quests. she’s no longer searching for whichever quests will make her the quickest money.

“ don't be nervous; run towards the light. I need to live for higher purpose. ”

she feels empowered again, as heard in power is power, got it on me and icon. she’s started to make a name for herself in the demigod world, with a nearly impeccable completion rate. feeling invincible, she almost pities whomever she has to defeat next. she thinks that the only thing that could slow her down at this point would be forming attachments with others.

“ a knife in my heart couldn't slow me down ‘cause power is power, my fire never goes out. I rise from my scars, nothing hurts me now. ”

“ many men wish death 'pon me. yeah, I don't cry no mo'. I don't look to the sky no mo' 'cause I got it on me. ”

“ I am not a Mayan, I'm a menace. ”

in otherside, she knows that there is a high possibility that this mission in opposition of zeus may be her last. despite herself, she feels bonded to celeste and adelphie, and she feels grateful to have met them regardless of what the consequences may be.

“ if it all ends, and it's over. if the sky falls fire. best believe me, you will see me on the other side. if we wake up, lose our patience, or even lose our lives, oh, I'll feel lucky to say that you've been a friend of mine. ”

until i bleed out encompasses her feelings in the cave. she’s questioning everything she’s done up to this point in her life, which she fears is quickly coming to an end. after she tries to revive the already-deceased adelphie and watches celeste be thrown off the mountain, all she can feel is paralyzing shock and terror.

“ I can’t move. I’m so paralyzed . . . I can’t explain why I’m so terrified. . . well, I don't wanna touch the sky no more. I just wanna feel the ground when I'm coming down. ”

gone too soon - reminiscing of a fallen friend.

“ shiny and sparkly and splendidly bright. here one day; gone one night. like the loss of sunlight on a cloudy afternoon. gone too soon. ”

in the other side, jazmine starts to consider her new beginning. she’s enrolled at eonia and is studying business, of all things. it’s the closest to normal she’s ever been, and it feels weird.

“ back on your feet again, lift your head, hold it high. you wanna run it back, but you can't turn the time. you start to feel like you're losing your shine, but the grass ain't always greener on the other side. ”

she knows that people at eonia may have varying opinions of her depending on what they’ve heard, but she feels that she doesn’t have to explain or change herself for anybody, which is represented in ohfr?.

“ ... wе reel in any bitches fishin' and seekin' out for attention, geekin' in the mentions. please don't make me have to smack a bitch. ”

the next song is lonely. she’s still proud of the name she’s made for herself, but now that she’s mostly away from all the chaos and mayhem, she realizes how alone she feels.

“ everybody knows my name now but somethin' 'bout it still feels strange, like lookin' in a mirror, tryna steady yourself and seein' somebody else. ”

she’s not quite at my sanity yet, but she’s trying to get there.

“ when I'm feeling like life's really putting up a fight, and I don't know the reasons why. from the front to the back, throw my hair down my back, and I know it's gonna be alright. ”

#euplaylist #eutask #( musings. )#idk how to make graphics so this gif will do

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