#19 hours on bike........

[burningcomputerpersona]

time to consider travelling to another state to see the wonder years live bc they're not coming to my city ;_;

[blue-sleeps-in]

if i were to videocall my therapist from the beach at sunset would that be winning at therapy

[mayumania]

fuckin hate when nts are right today i didnt drink anything except diet coke until i started feeling my entire body decay so i drank some water and then went ham on my exercise bike and now i feel better than i have in days :•)

[amandabbbbb]

summary: maybank!reader who’s a coke addict and lies to rafe about her addiction until he finds out and gets soo mad

tw: drug abuse, cocaine, rafe hits barry, rafes mean to reader

word count: 409

“baby, no, i’m not letting you fucking leave again,” rafe yelled as you yanked yourself out of his tight grip and ran out the door of tannyhill.

“i’ll be back later tonight. you can trust me. i just gotta pick up for my dad.”

you never wanted to lie to rafe or be involved in drugs, but having a father who was addicted to them didn’t help. you started picking up drugs for your father luke when you were 14, but now at 19 your addiction had spiraled into something darker, something you couldn’t control.

pedaling your bike to the other side of the island, you finally arrived at barry’s, your dealer. he always gave you the best drugs and didn’t charge you much in exchange for letting him flirt with you. “that has to be the best coke you’ve ever got, barry. shit,” you exclaimed as you finished the line of coke that he lined up for you. “you know me, sweetheart. i’d never give you bad drugs, would i, beautiful?”

as the drug rushed through your body, you thought to yourself that your boyfriend rafe would never even touch drugs. he was always just trying to please his dad. he would break up with you if he ever found out about your addiction. rafe just thought of you as the prettiest pogue, so innocent, timid, and shy. he always wanted to protect you.

a couple of hours after you left tannyhill, rafe walked in as you took that line with barry, picking up coke for himself and his friends to do at the kook party tonight. he would never let you see him do drugs; he played this character needing you to look up to him and never see him as a bad guy. but when he saw you throw your head back, wiping the white powder off your nose and hearing barry call you beautiful, he filled with rage.

“y/n, what the fuck are you doing?” rafe yelled. you stood up as fast as you could, his voice ringing in your ears. “get in the fuckin car.”

he slammed the car door and drove off at a speed you never felt his truck go before. you were shaking as you noticed blood splattered on his knuckles.

rafe’s lip curled into a sneer, his disbelief evident in the way he looked at you. “you’re pathetic,” he spat out, his words like a knife to your heart. “you’re just like him, aren’t you? your father. a worthless junkie.”

tears streamed down your cheeks as you struggled to process his words, the pain of his words cutting deeper than you thought possible.

“i gave you everything, y/n. i gave you a better life, and this is how you repay me? by throwing it all away for some fuckin drugs?” rafe screamed, his voice cracking.

“i-i’m so sorry rafe, please,” you whispered, your voice trembling with emotion. “i never wanted to hurt you. i just… i don’t know how to stop.”

your words made him feel guilty. as he looked at your glistening eyes and shaking hands, all he could say was, “just stop. stop doing the drugs, baby,” rafe whispered. he saw his own reflection in your tear-streaked face and realized he didn’t know how to help you, given his own struggles with drugs. all he could mutter out was, “i’m sorry.”

[sansaorgana]

Hiii, I’m so I’m love with Benny ❤️

Can u write about Benny x reader. She’s raising her baby niece or nefew and benny with the whole attitude about we’re going to marry, says that the baby is good for practice when they have their own kids ❤️❤️❤️

hello, sweetheart 💝 thank you for your request 🥺 I really enjoyed to write Benny with a kid 😌 by the way, apparently in real life Kathy had two kids when she met Benny! 😳 (and she was like 25 while he was 19) anyway, I decided that our Reader is raising her nephew who is 7 years old and – which probably is a TW – Reader's sister is dead + drugs overdose is mentioned

I had to close my requests for now because I got so many 🙏🏻

You were a new waitress at the diner and the local bad boy named Benny Cross had taken an interest in you. He kept coming around and flirting with you, flashing that pretty smile as he ordered a sandwich or a beer by the counter, showing off his tan and tattooed muscles. You would roll your eyes at him usually but you agreed for him to drive you back home after a few shifts, especially those evening and night ones. 

After two weeks of him driving you back home in the back of his motorbike, you ended up standing awkwardly on your driveway with him staring you up and down. It was an evening and you bit your lip as you looked at your feet, hoping he wouldn’t propose something indecent.

“You live alone?” He asked. Usually, he would just nod his head and drive away without a word.

“Depends what you mean by that?” You asked with a chuckle.

“Parents?” Benny tilted his head.

“No,” you answered honestly.

“Husband?”

“No,” you chuckled. “If I had one, you would have known already, don’t you think?” You teased but he only shrugged his arms. “Listen, I gotta go…” You pointed at the house behind you with your thumb, playing nervously with the keys in your hand.

Benny nodded at that but he looked a little disappointed. He probably wanted you to invite him inside but you couldn’t. Not with Jack sleeping upstairs.

“Benny,” you grabbed him by his strong arm and squeezed the fabric of the leather jacket. “Thank you,” you smiled at him and he nodded again but the disappointment was still there, written all over his face.

After all, he wasn’t your chauffeur for a thank you, right?

Unsurely, you leaned in and batted your eyelashes, too scared to make the first move. However, Benny didn’t need more encouragement than that – he grabbed you by your face, pulled you closer and joined your lips together in a devouring kiss. He smelled like cigarettes, beer and gasoline. It was making you dizzy as this masculine scent overwhelmed your senses while his tongue had found its way inside your mouth. You started to feel weak in your knees and you grabbed him by his vest to keep steady as a soft moan left your lips. It made him smirk before he broke the kiss.

You kept staring at his face, lit by the streetlamp nearby. His baby blue eyes, all the moles on his face, his golden hair… And he kept staring at you back, examining every little detail of your face as well, still keeping you close.

“I don’t work tomorrow,” you told him. “You can drop by for lunch or dinner,” you proposed.

“Sounds right to me,” he agreed. “Good night, kitty,” he rubbed your nose with his and moved away to hop on his bike.

He started the engine loudly and you waved after him before rushing inside the house to check on Jack. You hated to leave him alone for your evening or night shifts but you had no other choice as the only provider. He was only seven years old but he had to be pretty independent for a boy his age – you would leave him dinner to heat up after school and he had to deal with homework on his own. Then, some TV, a shower and going to bed – all on his own. You were grateful that he was a good boy and he was doing all these things responsibly instead of rebelling and staying out for hours or watching TV all night long. But you were also aware of the fact he would soon become a teenager and start to rebel and you dreaded the day.

You were in the kitchen, cooking pasta. The lunchtime was already over so you assumed Benny would come by for dinner. You kind of wished you had asked him about the exact hour when he would show up because you were ready since noon – all dolled up and nervous.

Yeah, he was coming to the diner and he was flirty here and there, taking you home and all that. But overall you didn’t know him much and he wasn’t very talkative most of the time. It would be the first time you’d spend time like that together. And he still had no idea about Jack… 

It was Saturday and Jack was upstairs in his room, drawing pictures. It was his favourite hobby. You had told him that you would have a friend coming over and he was very excited, so you hoped it wouldn’t end up as awkward.

When the doorbell rang, you turned the oven off and wiped your hands in your apron before approaching the front door. Benny was leaning on the doorframe with a smug smile.

“Hi,” you greeted him.

“Hi,” he looked you up and down and smiled even wider. He seemed to like your apron. “Am I interrupting somethin’?”

“I’m cooking dinner, come in,” you invited him and he entered the house.

He looked around and you encouraged him to follow you to the kitchen. He did and you turned the oven back on as he sat by the kitchen table.

“I’m making spaghetti, I hope it’s okay,” you informed him.

“Yeah,” Benny leaned back on the chair and tilted his head at Jack’s drawings on your fridge. “They’re yours?” He asked with a chuckle.

“They’re for me,” you explained.

But before you could say anything more, you heard loud, booming footsteps. Jack was running downstairs to see your friend. You swallowed thickly at the sight of him entering the kitchen with an excited smile as Benny froze for a while and blinked a few times in disbelief.

“Is that your friend?” Jack asked and put his hands behind his back. “Good afternoon, sir,” he nodded his head at Benny and you smiled at that.

“His name’s Benny,” you approached him and ruffled his hair. “Benny, that’s Jack,” you introduced them to each other with a heavy heart, hoping that Benny wouldn’t run away at this very moment or say something rude.

You didn’t want to reveal too early that Jack wasn’t your kid. First of all, you didn’t want to vigorously deny that in front of him to avoid him feeling rejected even though Jack knew very well that you were his aunt. Second of all, it was a good test for Benny. His reaction would tell you a lot about his character.

Once the first shockwave disappeared, Benny cleared his throat and extended his hand.

“Hi, I’m Benny,” he introduced himself. Jack shook his hand proudly, feeling important. “I’m (Y/N)’s friend.”

“Are you the one with the motorbike?” Jack’s eyes widened.

“Yeah. Wanna see it after dinner?” Benny proposed.

“Yup!” Jack clapped his hands. “You know, the engine always wakes me up at night,” he told Benny. “Wait! I’m gonna show you something!” He ran out of the kitchen.

An awkward silence occurred between Benny and you.

“Is he your kid?” Benny asked casually. “How old is he?”

“Seven,” you only answered the second part and watched him furrow his brows as he kept counting something with his fingers like preschooler.

“How old are you exactly?” He seemed to be confused.

“Fourty,” you joked.

“Oh, wouldn’t tell,” Benny’s eyes widened and you chuckled because it was adorable how he believed you.

“Benny, I was joking,” you explained and put your hands on your hips, checking on the pasta with the corner of your eye.

“It don’t matter to me, you know,” Benny shrugged his arms. “How old are ya now or how young you were when you had the kid. I like you,” Benny said and you felt your heart filling with joy and affection.

“I suspected that a guy like you would chase after them pretty dolls,” you turned around to turn the oven off since the pasta was cooked now.

“Damn right I do. You’re a doll,” Benny assured you and you shook your head with a chuckle.

You focused on making the spaghetti when Jack came back to the kitchen with a drawing in his hand and he placed it on the table to show it to Benny.

“I drew a motorbike!” He told him proudly. “And that’s (Y/N) on it and you. I saw you one night through the window!” He exclaimed. “Sorry, in the dark I thought you had brown hair,” he explained.

“It’s great, dude. You like to draw?” Benny asked him.

“Yup! I draw everything I like! Cars, motorbikes, construction machines, trains, dinosaurs and dogs! (Y/N) sometimes takes me to the diner and I sit by the window and draw the cars in the parking lot!”

“That’s so cool,” Benny gave him a thumbs up.

“Yeah, I know!”

“Dinner’s ready,” you turned around with two plates in your hands as you approached them. “Take the drawing off the table, Jack,” you told him.

“It’s for Benny,” Jack insisted and looked at him. 

Benny smiled awkwardly and took the drawing, not knowing what to do with it.

“You can fold it, it’s fine,” Jack assured him and Benny nodded before folding the drawing and putting it into his pocket.

“Now, go wash your hands,” you told Jack and he sighed before running off to the bathroom.

You placed the plates on the table and then you turned around to get the third one and put it there as well. Then you sat down and kept staring at Benny who was silent as usual.

“He’s not my kid,” you explained silently. “My sister’s,” you added. “I have raised him since he was four. It was difficult and I had to drop out of college but I didn’t want him to end up in the orphanage,” you added.

“Why couldn’t your folks raise him?” Benny asked.

“They cursed my sister out for… For being with Jack’s dad. It’s a long story. So, they didn’t want anything with Jack either, they said he’s got that bad blood in him, that he’s a rotten apple because he’s from a bad tree. And his father’s family… I don’t even know if they are alive. He was a very bad man, Benny. He was rotten indeed, evil to the core. I’m glad he died, let me tell you, because he’d be an awful influence on Jack and you see what a sweet boy Jack is. But what I’m mad about is that he took my sister down with him. Down to the grave,” you sighed and shook your head.

“I’m sorry,” Benny mumbled. “Drugs?”

“Yeah, heavy stuff,” you nodded and played with your food nervously. “Now my parents say I’m stupid for wasting my life, my education and all that. But how could I let Jack go to the orphanage, huh? You seen him. He's a sweetheart. Such a gentle soul and I wish they could see that but they keep saying he’s gonna grow up to be a deadbeat like his daddy. That’s why we moved. I wanted to be away from my family and start fresh,” you explained.

Before Benny could answer, Jack was back already. He sat by the table and started to eat.

“Yummy!” He told you with a smile.

“Thank you, love,” you caressed his hair gently.

“Yeah, it’s very good,” Benny nodded after taking the first bite.

“How long have you been driving motorcycles?” Jack asked him.

“Since high school,” Benny answered.

“I want to drive them, too!”

“Ha-ha-ha, absolutely no way,” you gave Jack a scolding look.

“Why not? Your boyfriend can drive them and I can’t?” Jack whined and you felt your cheeks heating up.

“Um… Benny is not my –”

“I’ll teach you how to drive ‘em when you’re old enough,” Benny interrupted you.

“Benny!” You gasped and Jack giggled. “I said: no.”

“He doesn’t have to drive fast. He can be a good boy about it,” Benny winked at you and you sighed.

“I’ll be careful, I promise,” Jack laid his head on your arm and you caressed his cheek.

“I hope so. I hope you’ll always stay this sweet. Even as a teenager,” you booped him on the nose and he smiled widely at you before going back to eating.

The rest of the meal went more peacefully. Benny was mostly asking Jack about school and his friends. When everyone ate, you took the dishes to wash them and promised to prepare a dessert while Benny took Jack outside to show him his Harley motorbike.

You observed them through the window with a smile. They looked quite adorable together and you couldn’t stop the way butterflies were forming in your stomach at the sight of them together. You had not expected a guy like Benny to just… Accept your situation so casually. He had been surprised at first but that was it.

You took the ice cream out of the freezer and divided it into three portions before going out to stand on the porch.

“Boys!” You called them and they both turned around at the same time. “Dessert’s ready!” You announced and watched how both of their faces lighted up as their eyes filled with the sparkles of excitement. You chuckled to yourself. They were adorable.

Benny and Jack rushed inside and you reminded Jack to wash his hands again. He rolled his eyes but went to the bathroom obediently.

“And me? I don’t have to?” Benny teased you.

“You can catch whatever disease you want, I don’t care. You’re a big boy, Benny. It’s your choice if you wash your dirty hands or not,” you looked at his hands. They were black from the grease after showing Jack something with the engine.

Benny blushed a little and went to the bathroom as well.

When they were back, they grabbed their bowls with ice cream and you proposed to eat it on the couch while watching TV. Jack insisted on sitting between you and Benny and Benny insisted on watching some comedy show that you usually didn’t allow Jack to watch because of its primitive humour. This time you made an exception and you could see how Jack was starting to like Benny more and more.

They were laughing at the same jokes – although you were sure Jack didn’t understand some of them and only laughed because Benny did. But what mattered more was the way they laughed. Both in a similar way, cutely, throwing their heads back and giggling. You had never seen Benny Cross like that before and your heart was filling with more and more affection towards him. He started to remind you of a little boy now.

Well, he had been a little boy once after all. And, oh, he had to be adorable, you thought, and you reached your hand out to caress his arm softly. He looked at you and you shyly took your hand away. However, he smiled at you lovingly and your cheeks heated up.

When the comedy show was over, you asked Jack to wash the dishes after the dessert and he did that without complaining – mostly because he was grateful to you for letting him watch that silly comedy show.

“You turning him into a girl?” Benny pointed his finger at the kitchen where Jack had gone to as he moved closer to you on the couch.

“No, I’m teaching him how to do basic chores around the house,” you told Benny. “You don’t wash the dishes?”

“Only when I have to,” Benny groaned. “But I hate that.”

“Well, at my house you’d have to,” you crossed your arms.

“I’m gonna get used to it,” he chuckled and you raised an eyebrow at him. He was grinning at you.

“Listen, Benny,” you changed the subject as you got more serious. “Thank you,” you lowered your voice. “I know I should have told you earlier about Jack…”

“What you thankin’ me for, kitty?” Benny furrowed his brow.

“For… Acting decent, I suppose,” you bit on your lower lip.

“Well, I don’t mind you raising a kid, dollie. In fact, I think it’s cool,” he winked at you.

“Cool?” You snorted at that, confused.

“Yeah, you know, he’s a nice fella and we’re gonna practise before our own little ones come one day,” Benny shrugged his arms and stretched his arm to put it around your shoulder.

“Benny, we barely know each other,” you pointed out.

If any other guy started talking about having kids with you so fast – you’d run away. But with Benny it was different. Something about him was making you feel secure. Perhaps because of the way he was with Jack.

“That’s why I said: one day,” Benny smirked.

“What I mean is, it’s too early to plan such things”, you said but you leaned your head on his chest anyway. He shook his head with a chuckle.

“Little girl, I’m gonna marry you, don’t you know?”

MASTERLIST || BENNY MASTERLIST

[reallyromealone]

Title: quirkless

Fandom: Tokyo revengers, bnha

Characters: mikey, power loader, reader

Fic type: reader insert, omegaverse

Pairings: Mikey x reader

Warnings: male reader, reader insert, fluff, omegaverse, quirkless reader, Omega male reader, soulmate reader

Notes: this is a Patreon exclusive, all other chapters are on my patreon , I just thought this was a good way to advertise

Summary: on a rainy day, (name) decided to hide in an old shrine to get away from the rain but didn't expect to meet Mikey, a quirkless alpha

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The rain was heavy, (name) sighing while seeking cover inside the old shrine. The rain was clearly not going to let up and (name) couldn't let the documents in his bag get ruined... So he guessed he was hanging out here till it let up or his cousin could pick him up.

It was quiet in the shrine, deterioration over the years and he was frankly surprised it held up at all. ' might as well work on stuff while I'm waiting' he thought and pulled out his work, wanting to be helpful to his cousin and his projects "it would have to be... 'gari... You got this measurement off..." He mumbled and fixed his cousin's error without a care in the world, the iPhone his cousin bought him working as his calculator for this all.

He was thankful for his cousin taking him after everything, he was only in his 20s and took (name) in regardless.

It really meant a lot.

Especially with well... What (name) was.

A hero taking in a quirkless Omega?

Unheard of.

"You shouldn't be here" a voice called out and (name) snapped his head up to see a blond standing before him cold back eyes.

"I'm sorry?"

-

Mikey didn't know why he was compelled to show up to the old shrine, haven't been there since he was 16 and now at the age of 19 he still remembered every detail, parking his bike off and out of the rain and stepped up. Half way he turned around, a familiar vantage point and swore he heard the old Toman members call out before continuing up, those feelings pushed down and continued his climb to the shrine.

It was untouched by time, the graffiti Baji did still on the door and signatures they did on the wooden frame...

He traced Drakens carefully....

"'gari, I know you're smart but seriously what does this mean?! I don't speak your weird jot notes!"

Mikey was confused before walking in, footsteps silent and he couldn't help but stare at the Omega based off the collar, working away on some blueprints without a note of the world around him.

"You shouldn't be here" the words slipped out calmly and the Omega snapped his head up, clearly frustrated "I'm sorry?" The words coming out like a question, eyes locking.

Then he felt it.

And he could tell the Omega felt the same.

"You're not gonna want me" (name) said simply, trying to move this along... He always thought of this day, lifting a paper and trying to figure out the codes his cousin used "why would you assume I wouldn't?" Mikey asked pointedly and (name) snorted "quirkless male Omega... Not exactly the most wanted" (name) looked back at him.

"You're quirkless?"

"Didn't I just say that?"

"So am I"

That made (name) halt "you are?"

"So why wouldn't I want you?"

(Name) Couldn't believe his ears, he didn't plan this one...

Mikey wasn't expecting to find himself chatting for hours with this mystery Omega who sat beside him and chatted with him like he was his oldest friend.

"So Mikey, are you even interested in pursuing this?" (Name) Asked genuinely, knees pulled up and head resting on his knee caps with a sweet smile that made Mikey's alpha swoon a bit.

"Do you want to?"

"I'm not sure, I never expected you to stick around... I always imagined my fated mate to be disappointed with the whole quirkless thing..."

"Same" Mikey never bothered since he was a child, focusing on toman and now Kanto... "Maybe take it slow?" (Name) Offered and Mikey huffed a laugh, something he hadn't done in years "take it slow? Sure" his life was fast and busy but for this stranger... He found himself willing to go slow for him.

When the rain inevitably lifted, (name) was happy "well, I better get going before my cousin thinks I'm dead or something" (name) offered his hand to Mikey to help him up, the Alpha taking his hand and the two directly before each other "you have an email?" (Name) Asked softly, the smell of burning wood and spices radiating off the alpha, making (name) feel hazy.

Mikey could smell the sweet scent of (scent) and already felt obsessed with every aspect of the Omega, not wanting him to leave already...

"Wanna meet here tomorrow? Same time?" (Name) Asked him looking at him with an expression that made Mikey want to kiss him,was this the cupids arrow he always heard about with soulmates?

"Yes."

[mrs-hatake]

So~ I saw ur lad boys requests were open 👀🍵 and I was wondering if I could request their reaction if you were wearing a mini skirt and it accidentally rides up

a/n: sorry i'm late, anon! i hope you like it ^-^

Sylus:

April showers bring May flowers. As well as cool and sunny days. When one can finally shed off their thick winter coats and slip into something lighter, more colorful and maybe top it off by wearing a cropped jacket.

Y/N is strolling down the streets of Linkon, accompanied by children’s laughter and much needed heat after the long winter season. She doesn’t always spend her day off downtown, choosing to be lazy at home and recharge. But seeing how lovely the weather has gotten, she finds herself out of her pajamas and into a cute white knit top and black mini skirt. 

She doesn’t do much downtown; window shops for about an hour, grabs a late breakfast and stops by a flower shop.  When she enters the park to rest under a large tree with its leaves acting as an umbrella to shield her from the scorching noon sun, she spots an ice-cream truck. 

Happily eating her ice-cream, Y/N doesn’t notice a couple of boys chasing each other on their bikes. They rush past her, kicking dirt in their path and sending a strong gust of wind Y/N’s way. 

“Watch it!” Y/N yells after them, grumbling at how reckless kids are getting with each passing year. 

“Nice view.” Comes a comment, along with a satisfied whistle. 

Y/N turns, anger burning in her eyes and a stern talking to on her when she is met with a familiar handsome face, “Sylus?” She asks, her head tilting to the side. 

“In the flesh.” The man in question is sitting on a bench not too far from where the ice-cream truck is, a book between his large hands.

“What are you doing here-” Y/N cuts herself off when realization dawned on her that Sylus had seen her pale yellow underwear when those stupid boys zoomed by in their bikes, hiking up her mini skirt. 

A pretty blush dusts her cheeks and Y/N quickly averts her gaze from Sylus’ amused reds. 

Zayne:

Linkon’s Public Library is one of the city's most prominent buildings despite libraries being an outdated concept. After all, thanks to modern technology, everything is now digitized and an individual can gain access to billions of doors of information with a simple tap of their smart wrist watch.

Still, despite such conveniences, many still seek the warm embraces of a library. A place that feels familiar, as if reuniting with a relative after years apart. Even someone who has never been in a library before, can share this sentimentality. The aroma of book pages and the feel of the leather on the tip of the fingers, no modern device can replicate such sensations.

It’s why Y/N is spending her lunch break at the library instead of being at the cafeteria, eating and catching up with her colleagues. Although she loves them and would die for them, sometimes she needs a break.

And one of her favorite hobbies is picking up a book from the library and reading about previous generations, decades and centuries and their lifestyle.

She’s currently in the 21st century section, scanning the titles of various books when one at the very top catches her eyes; Surviving Quarantine and Covid-19. 

Y/N reaches up to grab it but the shelf is way too high for her to reach. Even when she stands on her tiptop, Y/N’s fingers still struggle to graze the book. She stretches and stretches to no avail. She tries to jump but that doesn’t help her wrap her fingers around the thick book. 

Just as Y/N tries to stand on the ledge of the book case to give her an extra boost, warmth engulfs her and an arm appears in her line of vision. Y/N is caught in a daze as a smooth looking hand easily grabs the book and pulls it out of the row of books. 

Following the arm, Y/N is pleased to see her doctor, “Zayne!”

Zayne isn’t someone who can show emotion on his handsome and youthful face but he has been trying as a small smile tugs the corner of his lips. 

“You should be more careful,” Zayne says as a form of greeting, “Your skirt was riding up. You never know who might be watching.”

Flushed with embarrassment, Y/N takes away the book, “Will do.” she chuckles awkwardly, unaware of the way Zayne’s gaze darts to her hips and back to her eyes. 

Zayne will take this to his grave but he was spending the past ten minutes watching Y/N trying to grab the book. Every time her skirt hitched, Zayne leaned further, nearly falling off of his seat, trying to catch a glimpse of Y/N’s underwear. And he would’ve been successful if he didn’t hear people making their way to where they are. After all, only Zayne is allowed to watch such a mouthwatering sight. 

Caleb:

Finally…Finally, after six long months, Y/N wakes up with excitement buzzing through her veins and heart thundering wildly. Today’s the day Caleb is coming home after his training program. 

She spends an hour and a half in her bathroom; washing her hair with jasmine scented shampoo and rubs honeydew scrub on her limbs and abdomen, shaves all the tiny hairs littered across her body and curls her hair just the way Caleb likes it. 

Y/N then spends another hour trying to choose the perfect outfit to greet Caleb home.

After three mountains of clothes pile up in her room, Y/N decides to wear a white off shoulder top with a matching mini skirt.

Just as Y/N is doing her makeup, she hears a car door slamming from outside her window. Eyes widened in alarm, she rushes to her window where she spots Caleb leaning into the window of the electric yellow cab. 

Oh, no! He’s home early!

As if on maximum speed, Y/N spreads peach colored lip gloss across her lips and pats a thin layer of powdered blush on her cheeks in less than twenty seconds. She takes the stairs by two and is out the door just as Caleb is waving off the taxi driver.

“Gege!”

Caleb turns at the sweet call of his meimei, her cute nickname at the ready when it dies on his tongue. 

Everything around him slows. The sounds become muted and his surroundings fade away into a blur. Except for Y/N who shines like the morning sun. 

She is running towards Caleb but at the same time, curls bouncing in tune with her breasts and her skirt swaying with the breeze. 

Every time Y/N comes down from the stone stairs of the entry path of their grandmother’s home, Caleb’s blessed with the sight of Y/N’s cute lace pink underwear.

How Caleb wishes he’s wearing his video recording lenses right now. He doesn’t ever want to forget this heavenly sight.

“Gege!” Y/N calls again before jumping into Caleb’s eager and greedy arms.

“I’ve missed you!” She smiles up at him, “Did you miss me too?” she pouts at him and it takes all of Caleb’s will power not to kiss her. 

“Y-Yeah…” Caleb clears his throat, hides his face in her hair and inhales her scent–jasmine and honeydew– to calm himself down, “I’ve missed you too.”

Pleased with his answer, Y/N beams at him, pretty eyes glowing with delight like the night stars. 

Y/N leans into the hug, unaware of how her warmth sends a thrill down her spine, how his heart is beating so loud he’s scared she might hear it. Heat pools Caleb’s in his stomach, a familiar sensation that he had tried not to chase after so he gently, albeit regretfully, pushes Y/N away.

Before she can pout at him–pretty eyes filled with unshed tears– and send Caleb into a frenzy, he rushes to say, “I got you a present!”

Grateful for the distraction, Caleb guides Y/N to their grandmother’s house. As much as he wants Y/N, wants her for himself, it’s not the time…yet.

[normanreedusdaryl]

Can I request Daryl x Female Reader where they aren’t really close but have to go on a run together and get cornered by a herd, so they hide in the trunk of a car like he did with Beth but things get…smutty/spicy🌶️✨

Thanks !

The trunk.

Daryl Dixon x Female Reader

After you and Daryl get stuck in a herd of walkers, you find a nearby car to, pass the time...

18+

sex, age gap, cunnilingus, good girl, sweat.

I do not own any rights to The Walking Dead, the picture is just used to set the scene.

You were never close to Daryl, in fact, you had never really spoken to him. He was always out doing runs. You were never allowed outside the walls. Rick and the group said it was always too dangerous for a 'young girl like you'. You were 18, nearly 19. An adult. Sure, you didn't know how to use a gun, but a girl can learn, right? Well, you soon lost interest after learning about what happened to the last group that went out scavenging after only Daryl and Michone returned. 

One morning, you were jolted awake by Michone. Hey, wake up! You know how you said you wanted to go out on a run? Yeah, well, here's your chance. Daryl's waiting outside for you. She leaves before you can tell her you don't want to go, the last thing you want to do is piss off Daryl. So you put some clothes on before making your way outside.

Ya ready? Daryl groans. Mhh. Neither of you were happy about it, in fact, you were pretty sure he hated you, you were just another dumb blonde in his eyes. You get on the back of his bike, wrapping your hands around his large build. He was so big your hands could reach. You drive for a bit, not seeing much until you find an old motor home ditched on the side of the road. Wait here. He instructs as he gets off the bike. He slowly circles the car, looking inside until he eventually walks back. 's been looted. He grunts as he gets back on the bike. You drive for a bit longer until you reach a road that's been blocked by cars, you're about to turn back when you notice a small herd of walkers surrounding you. Ah, shit. He says, getting back off his bike. Stay back there. He calls out as he begins killing the walkers, but there are too many, they keep appearing from the surrounding forest. Get off the bike! He yells as he comes running towards you. You get off quickly before he grabs your arm, forcing you to run with him. The walkers are closing in, so your only choice is the trunk of a car. Daryl opens it before pushing you in; he follows behind you, closing it. The sound of your heavy breathing is soon taken over by the sound of walkers hitting the car. It's awkward; you can't help but feel like it's your fault. I'm sorry, Daryl, I should've helped... It's ok. You're shocked by his thoughtful reply.

Some hours pass, and it is now the middle of the day, the sun beaming through the car windows. You're both overheating. Daryl passes you a bottle of water from his bag. Don't drink all of it; it's the only one I got. You nod, taking two large gulps before passing it back. You know, we're gonna overheat if we don't do something. He says, there's a long pause before you come up with an idea. Layers. You say. Huh? If we take off our layers, we won't overheat. He scoffs. What? Not a good idea? I'd rather you see my tits than us die in this car. He's shocked by what you said, but he can't deny the good idea. You make the first move, taking your yellow polo shirt off revealing your lacy bra.He follows your lead. He takes his shirt off, revealing his sweaty chest. You could not help but admire his muscles, taking glances as you took off your shoes. You both undid your trousers and took them off, leaving you both in your underwear. He was wearing some old boxer briefs with holes in them. It was almost like the rips and tears were teasing you, each hole getting closer to the outline of his soft cock. You reach behind and try to unhook your bra, but your sweaty fingers keep slipping. Hey, do you mind helping me out? You just unhook it. You move towards him and turn around; you feel his large hands softly hitting your back. Finally, it unhooks, and you take it off, letting your puffy nipples breathe. It feels awkward; you can tell he's trying not to look, either because he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable or he's trying not to get a boner. You alright. You ask. Mhh. You never seen a pair of tits before?  You joked. Yeah... just...you know. You look down and can see the tip of his cock poking through one of the tears in his underwear. Unlucky day to be wearing old pants, huh. He scoffed into his hands, but you could see his smile through his fingers. I'm sorry bout that. He says as his face grows red. You can see his cock twitching. If you want, I can help you out with it. He frowns at you. You don't want that... I wouldn't say it if  I didn't want it, Daryl. Silence fills the car. You're thirty years younger than me; I'm not a perv. You laugh. Well, your cock says otherwise, besides... nobody has to know. 

You graze your finger against your now-hard nipple, biting your lip. You know you want to Daryl Dixon. His hand slowly moves down his body, touching his hard dick. You move your hand further down to your pussy, before taking off the panties. Daryl lets out a loud groan as you spread your legs, revealing your open lips. You could see on his face he was disgusted with himself, but yet he still got up and planted his mouth and nose into your pussy. It made you jump, the feeling of his warm tongue sliding up and down your slit. You grab his head, pushing it down deeper. His tongue penetrated the inside walls of your soaking pussy, licking your thighs, letting none of your slick escape. Fuck me, Daryl. You moaned as his tongue left your clit. Are you sure? He groaned. Pretty please. He can't give in, he grabs his cock, sliding his tip up and down your wet slit. He moaned Fuck. As he slowly pressed his cock into your aching pussy. He laid on top of you, letting soft moans escape onto your lips. He conjured up a ball of spit before spitting it into your mouth. The taste of him made your walls clench, tightening around his cock. You could feel his balls pressing against your ass hole as he slowly thrust inside you, wiping sweat from his chest and armpit, rubbing it over your chest. You're such a good girl. He whispers in your ear as you moan. Your tight pussy is gonna make me cum baby. He grabs your thighs, forcing his dick in deeper as his thrusts speed up. You feel his dick pulsate before he takes it out, cumming over your tits. You both moan as you feel his warm ropes of cum cover your nipples. He collapses onto you, pressing the cum into his chest. You feel his dick go soft inside you. He then takes his finger and wipes the cum off your nipple before putting it on your swollen clit. Are you gonna be a good girl and cum for me? He asks as he rubs his finger in a circle. He breaths onto your face, the smell of his breath making a knot form in your stomach. Fuck Daryl, I'm gonna cum. You scrunch your face as you feel the knot releasing from your stomach, your pussy squirting over his soft cock still in your pussy. He takes his fingers out, licking them clean. This was not gonna be the last time you did this...

[ruggiesbiologicalfather]

i've been struck by inspiration

here's my ranking of twisted wonderland students by how likely i'd be to let them behind the wheel of a car. this is gonna be a long one bc i'm including explanations of course. (and i know that in-game it's rare to be able to drive, we're ignoring that and pretending it's common to drive around)

1. Leona: canonically, he can drive and drive well. i feel like this was an easy one. but it makes sense!

2. Vil: he just has so many random skills that i feel like driving would be no problem at all. honestly, there's not much that i think vil CAN'T do

3. Trey: everything about him screams Responsible Driver. he would definitely play chauffeur for heartslabyul whenever they need to go somewhere. AND he'd have snacks in the glove compartment. 10/10 ride

4. Jamil: he can absolutely drive well - near perfect i'd argue. what's the alternative? let KALIM drive? get real. it's his duty to get where he needs to go safely

5. Jack: the self-discipline that this boy possesses is unrivaled. he would be locked in behind the wheel. he spent so long becoming the best driver he can be and by god, he's gonna prove it

6. Deuce: LISTEN TO ME, LISTEN! he's really good on that blastcycle which is more dangerous and difficult (said as a former bike/atv guy). a car is nothing to him. plus he's on his Honor Student streak so he's trying his best. my only worry is speed. slow it down, friend

7. Epel: similar to deuce. farm kids learn to drive really early in their lives. HOWEVER... driving safely?? hmmmm... his biggest flaws are going too fast and whipping around curves when no one else is on the road

8. Riddle: he would definitely follow all the road rules. to the letter. every trip would take an extra 30 minutes to an hour. no music, windows up, silence. he won't even let YOU be on your phone lest he become distracted. also ROAD RAGE. interstate driving would get very scary

9. Ortho: fuck it, let the robot give it a shot

10. Azul: i feel like once he figured out the mechanics, he would be fine on the road. however, if he got pulled over he would definitely argue with the cop and get us both arrested. so... i'm gonna pass

11. Jade: yes, we're getting where we need to go. but... nefariously. and there's something in the trunk. i feel like he'd also randomly go "oops" just to freak out his passengers. "what do you mean OOPS?" "don't worry about it :)"

12. Ruggie: there's a wildness to my boy that drove his ranking down. he would definitely drive a jeep with the doors off. music blasting, wind whipping around everywhere. it would be a fairly safe drive but not a particularly enjoyable one. also i would fall out

13. Silver: i don't know, i feel like he would be chill. i put him low bc briar valley doesn't have cars so his driving education would be quite scarce and he'd be a new driver. but he could get the job done. probably

14. Sebek: similar to silver but he needs to relax. malleus is fine, we're just going to walmart

15. Ace: he just gives off the vibe of "16-year-old kid in the car his dad bought for him." never lets anyone merge, hits curbs, can never figure out the speed limit, etc, etc. even worse if deuce is in the car! "ace, watch out for the mailbox!" "don't tell me what to- *BANG*"

16. Cater: gay people can't drive

17. Rook: distracted driver. god forbid there's wildlife around, he would turn 180 in his seat to look at it. this Oh Shit Handle is getting some use. also i KNOW his car would be shit. i don't care that his family is rich, he's driving a 2003 hyundai sonata

18. Floyd: LISTEN! there's a 50/50 shot that everything goes perfectly fine. like as long as he's in a good mood, he can get the job done. you definitely just have to check in before you buckle up. get ready to tuck and roll

19. Malleus: what is a car?

20. Idia: there's so much anxiety there i feel like one thing would go slightly left and he'd almost pass out. he's white-knuckling the wheel, praying that no one else is on the road. it's alright buddy, you can be a passenger princess

21. Kalim: No.

22. Grim + Yuu: okay, for this one it's a joint effort. yuu at the wheel and grim on the pedals. there's so much chaos and screaming. four-way stops don't exist. yellow lights are green and red lights are yellow. the horn has not stopped honking since the engine started. this is an emergency situation ONLY. like someone is bleeding out in the backseat and no one is answering their phones

23. Lilia: absolutely not. i will walk

[joostsblog]

im sending this ask to myself as a reminder for this fic idea i just had: joost friends to lovers trope inspired by fallingforyou by the 1975!!! "I read between the lines and touched your leg again" "I don't want to be your friend, I want to kiss your neck" aaaaaaaahhhh!!!

hello joostsblog you read my mind you know me so well its scary

fallingforyou ~ joost klein one shot

My masterlist here ✨💌

Pairing: Joost Klein x female!reader

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: You know im a sucker for friends to lovers 👀

Warnings: not proofread

There were times when you were uncertain of Joost's feelings for you and there were times you were very certain.

Like when he would gently tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear while you were talking. The touch would feel so intimate yet mundane. After all the strand dangling in front of your eye had been bothering you.

Or when he would lift you up so you could catch a look at the artist on stage when you were doomed to standing at the very back of the pit. Or when he would get you a drink after you finished rambling about your shit day at your job. In those moments you wondered whether you were the only one that secretly wished that touches lingered longer and lips would inch closer.

Then there were the times when his hugs definitely felt distanced in the way a platonic hug should be. Or when he would tell you how fit he thought that brunette across the bar was and you would tell him about your latest failed tinder date. In those moments you were certain you were just a friend to him.

You had known each other since you were 19 and you'd grown together. You had just started uni in Amsterdam and Joost's music career was slowly taking off. He'd call you in between lectures to convince you to come out to one of his gigs in the evening even though you needed to study. In the end, you would almost always show up. Even if it meant biking half an hour to get there with your uni bag still slung across your body.

When you were 23 and just finished your bachelor's degree, Joost was able to move into a bigger apartment. You vividly remember the day you turned in your final assignment and went to Jumbo to buy some supermarket flowers and a bottle of wine. You biked to Joost's new apartment where he greeted you with your favourite chocolate and a banner hung across his living room congratulating you on graduating uni.

Nowadays Joost constantly nags you and says he misses those days when you were still unemployed, when you didn't spend 5 days of your week at work. "I don't miss it," you would laugh and remember those uncertain times when you didn't know how to make rent and whether you would ever get a job. Joost would always help you out, buy you food or even cover rent, no matter how sternly you protested.

Your friends would tell you to get together already. That you were made for each other. But every few years you watched the other person get into a relationship while the other one was just healing from a tough break-up. Fate never really seemed to align with the two of you. So after a few years you didn't even think of the possibility of the two of you getting with each other realistically. That didn't mean you stopped wishing for it. Joost was your everything, you loved him - more than as just a friend.

The days had gotten shorter, the weather rainier and even you had admitted that sweaters were more appropriate to wear than

t-shirts. It was Friday evening and you tried to break the news to Joost that you would be going home already.

"No, (Y/N), please stay," Joost whined and you laughed.

"I'm sorry, I can't," you said. "I'm so tired." You had come to your favourite bar straight after work to meet Joost and some of your other friends. "I need to just lay on my couch and do nothing until I fall asleep now," you insisted.

Joost pouted. "I miss you," he said and your heart broke at the sight of his sad face. "I miss hanging out with you constantly," Joost lightly touched your elbow. Uncertain.

"I know," you said empathetically. "Me too," you put your hand ontop of Joost's to comfort him. "Do you wanna come with me? We can lay on the couch together until I fall asleep," you suggested before you could even think about it too much. His eyes lit up.

"Of course."

You unlocked your apartment door before you both stepped in.

"I haven't been here in forever," Joost remarked and you agreed as you took off your coat.

"Oh," you said as your coat button got caught up in Joost's belt which forced you two to step closer to each other. You laughed and felt your heart suddenly beat faster. Joost took advantage of the moment and wrapped his arms around you to engulf you in a comforting hug. Uncertain.

You laughed on the couch as you tried to pick a shitty reality tv show on Netflix to watch while you knew that you would end up talking over it the whole way through anyways. You watched Joost's face as he told you about his most recent song he finished and all you could think to yourself was, how you wanted nothing more right now than to lean over to him and kiss his neck as if it was the most natural thing in the world. As if you had done it a thousand times already. But what if you did? Would that be so bad? What was the worst thing that could happen?

After all, there were those moments when you were uncertain. Those moments that could mean that Joost wanted the same thing from you. The meanings between the lines which you could interpret correctly.

So the nonchalant touch to his knee maybe wasn't so daring after all. The touch that made Joost stop in his words just for a millisecond before he continued with his story with just a hint of a shy smile on his face.

The touch that lingered on his leg even after you removed your hand again. The touch that made him move closer to you when Joost wondered whether he understood your gesture correctly.

You lifted up the blanket so Joost could cuddle up beside you. Both of your words only whispers now that you were so close. Joost's bare arm was touching against the wool of your jumper and you wished the fabric wasn't a barrier between you in this moment.

"How is it that we never were single at the same time until now?" Joost asked and you laughed.

"I know right," you agreed. "And now I work a full-time job and we can't even enjoy being single together," you joked.

"Well, what if I don't want to be single?" Joost asked.

"Are you on dating apps again?" you asked earnestly.

"No."

"Well, you're not really trying then," you stated.

"I am," Joost said and looked at you with an unreadable expression.

"What's that supposed to mean?" you asked nervously.

"I don't know," Joost said before looking away.

"I don't wanna be single too," you sighed. "I miss the romance."

"Yeah?" Joost asked.

"Yes, like having someone cook your favourite meal for you with roses on the diner table and a massage while watching my favourite movie or something," you said.

"I can do those things," Joost said.

"Well, of course you can," you laughed. "But you'd be missing the romance element," you reminded him.

"Ouch," Joost said. "If you think you could never fall in love with me you could tell me in a nicer way, you know."

"That's not what I meant," you said and dreaded saying what you were about to say. "I mean the other way around. You wouldn't be romantically interested in me."

Joost paused.

"How would you know that?" he asked.

You paused.

Were you reading between the lines? Was there something there in his words? An unspoken implication he expected you to take up on?

"I don't know," you said quietly. It was the truth. You didn't know. You didn't know you were just a friend to Joost or whether there was something more.

"Well, you would know if I leaned in to kiss you," Joost whispered, his voice almost cracking. "And I would know if you leaned in to kiss me," he continued and your heart started beating faster than it already did.

Certain.

You leaned in to close the small distance left between you and Joost. His hand reached up to cup your cheek before your lips eventually met in a passionate kiss. His lips tasted so sweet against yours, like they were made to be pressed against yours. His fingertips felt so tender against your cheek. The frame of his dorky glasses ever so slightly bumped against your nose as you both deepened the kiss, desperate to feel each other after years of longing for a moment like this. After you pulled back you saw a happy grin on Joost's face mirroring yours.

"I've been falling for you for such a long time."

[ningningsdream]

the villain in your story masterlist | n.jm

pairing: fem!oc x barista!jaemin, fembarista!reader x barista!jaemin

genre: fluff, angst, suggestive, barista!au, sns au

summary: girls' code prevents you from liking the guy your friend likes right?

warning(s): drama, swearing, toxic friendship, may be suggestive idk yet, lots of flirting

status: finished

started: 23210

ended: 23603

a/n: started this on a whim

main masterlist

00. profiles

01. new barista

02. working hours

03. cute friend, free macarons and missed opportunity

04. work proposal

05. free drinks and arguments

06. different friendships

07. one step forward...

08. huang homewrecker renjun

09. ...and three steps back

10. babygirl jaemin

11. aftermath

12. strong malewife & hot wusband

13. movie night & forgiveness

14. jaemin's friends

15. lottery shopping

16. jeno's dispatch era

17. drunk!y/n

18. istg na jaemin

19. happy birthday, y/n!

20. summer break

21. another one

22. y/n saving the day

23. complicated travel plans

24. shawty imma party 'til the sun down

25. mad!y/n

26. just not that into you

27. roadtrip

28. late night explanations

29. first day: bike railing and one bed trope at its finest

30. second day: girls' day & boys' day

31. second day: drunk!y/n again

32. third day: interesting pictures

33. third day: alpacas and kitchen gossips

34. fourth day: beach picnic

35. fourth day: soju ranking

36. fifth day: water activities

37. sixth day: free day

38. mixed signals

39. back to seoul

40. worries

41. study date?

42. sleepover

43. perhaps she snaps

44. date date date

45. playing victim

46. rejection & cakes

47. someone from the past

48. breaking point

49. what goes on when y/n is not at suhturday

50. surprise

51. abort mission

52. jaemin's birthday

53. wedding

54. parents

55. last confrontation

56. epilogue

taglist: [closed]

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[deepcreekvulture]

Spencer Reid's College Timeline

So, I was chilling at my local Library and decided to use my very extensive free time to write out Spencer Reid’s College timeline (or at least how it makes the most sense to me).

There’s probably going to be a lot of inconsistencies and possible contradictions in this, but please give me a little grace. I don’t go to college, and I'm just silly. 

I did try to be as accurate as I could, but there’s only so much I can do with my little brain and 10 mgs of Adderall. 

I also tried to be as realistic as I could, especially with considering how Diana’s condition would affect his education. But, again, it's not going to be perfect. Feel free to share your thoughts.

What we know:

-Spencer Reid graduated from a Las Vegas public high school at the age of 12 (01.18 “Somebody’s Watching”)

-He went to Caltech. I personally like to think that he also went to MIT (Breen Frazier has admitted that Spencer saying he want to MIT in 07.04 “Painless” was a continuity error, but I think it is possible that he went to both, just not at the same time.)

-He has 3 PhDs in Mathematics, Chemistry, and Engineering (04.08 “Masterpiece”)

-He had 3 Bachelors degrees in Psychology, Sociology, and Philosophy  (04.08 “Masterpiece”)

-Joined the BAU around July of 2004 at the age of 22 (05.16 “Mosley Lane”)

Spencer is talking to Sarah Hillridge and mentions that he’s been with the BAU for “5 years, 7 months, and 19 days...” doing the math puts it around July of 2004.

-Spencer was born in October of 1981

There is some confusion about whether his birthday is October 12th or October 28th. I believe that his birthday is October 28th 1981, Emily Prentiss’s birthday is October 12th 1970 (04.14 “Cold Comfort” & her headstone)- and it is very unlikely that the two of them would share a birthday and it not be mentioned. (It also gives some more insight to why Spencer loves Halloween so much- it’s right after his birthday!)

So, assuming he started kindergarten at 5 years old, Spencer was in grade school from around 1986-1994. It is likely that he could have finished grade school faster, but a lot of the time public school systems want to keep students from jumping too many grades in order to not stunt their social development. 

I am taking the liberty of assuming that Spencer received all 3 PhDs before joining the FBI- so from age 12-22 (Over 30 years of schooling for three PhDs in the span of around 10 years, wowza).

Someone as smart as Spencer would’ve definitely gotten a 36 on the ACTs, so prestigious universities would be banging down his door to get their hands on his geniusness. BUT, Spencer loves his mom, and he wouldn’t want to stray too far from her. He also says he was drawn to Caltech because of certain professors in an article written about him.

We know that Spencer went to Caltech and would bike to classes and such. He was most likely able to stay at the dorms for free and given financial support from his scholarships. It is unclear how Spencer could’ve balanced having his mom in Nevada while he was in California, but there are buses and public transit to and from Las Vegas to Pasadena (ranging from 4-7 hours for a one way ride, so 8-14 hours round trip). William Reid, despite leaving Spencer and Diana, most likely maintained providing money to them due to paternal obligation and guilt.

There are, of course, ways for Spencer to care for his mom even all the way in Pasadena: Neighbors could’ve checked on Diana regularly/daily, Spencer could’ve called daily to remind her to take her medicine, etc.

To make Spencer going to both Caltech and MIT make sense, I figure Spencer would get his PhDs in Mathematics and Chemistry from Caltech then after Diana is institutionalized Spencer enrolls in MIT for engineering. 

The University term dates are loosely based on the academic calendar they provide on their websites.

(Rough) Caltech term dates:

Spring term: April to June

Summer term: June to August

Fall term: September to December

Winter term: January to March

(Rough) MIT term dates:

Spring term: February to May

Summer term:June to August

Fall term: September to December

I know that in the U.S. you don’t have to have a Masters degree to get into the PhD program, but Spencer likes to learn and I figured he might want to get the most out of his time in college- or it might be a little contingency from the University so he’s still pacing himself and they can still see his growth and all that good stuff.

NOW ONTO THE TIMELINE.

At Caltech, Spencer would most likely have more freedom to complete his schooling faster and they would’ve worked with him to create a good plan for him to complete things at his own pace while also following whatever school protocols they have. 

Spencer stays in Pasadena from the Fall term (Begins around mid September), through the winter term, and until the end of the Spring term (Ends around end of June), he goes home to Las Vegas during the summer term and winter/spring breaks.

Beginning of Fall 1994- Starts college @ Caltech studying Mathematics– Age: 12 turning 13

End of Spring 1995- Finishes his Bachelors in Mathematics– Age: 13

Summer 1995- Home

Beginning of Fall 1995- Starts Masters in Mathematics– Age: 13 turning 14

End of Spring 1996- Finishes Masters in Mathematics– Age: 14

Summer 1996- Home

Beginning of Fall 1996- Starts PhD in Mathematics & starts Bachelors in Chemistry– Age:14 turning 15

End of Spring 1997- Finishes Bachelors in Chemistry– Age: 15

Summer 1997- Home

Beginning of Fall 1997- Starts Masters in Chemistry– Age: 15 turning 16

End of Spring 1998- Finishes PhD in Mathematics & finishes Masters in Chemistry– Age: 16

Summer 1998- Home, Diana suffers a bout of bad psychosis and Spencer cannot return full time at Caltech during the Fall term. Due to his mother’s condition, Spencer contacts the school board and they work out a plan where Spencer can work on his Chemistry PhD in Las Vegas with the use of public Library computers and occasional trips to the campus for exams if possible. 

Beginning of Fall 1998- Works on his PhD in Chemistry, living in Las Vegas– Age: 16 turning 17

Spring 1999- Works on his PhD in Chemistry, living in Las Vegas– Age: 17

End of Summer 1999- Finishes PhD in Chemistry, living in Las Vegas– Age: 17

Spencer starts making arrangements to move Diana into a facility when he turns 18. He also applies to MIT to start their engineering program, manages to work out a plan to enroll in their Fall term but only move to a dorm at MIT after he gets his mom institutionalized (around October/November 1999)

Beginning of Fall 1999- Enrolls in MIT’s fall term on scholarship, starts Bachelors in Engineering– Age: 18

End of Spring 2000- Finishes Bachelors in Engineering– Age: 18

Beginning of Summer 2000- Starts Masters in Engineering– Age: 18

End of Fall 2000- Finishes Masters in Engineering– Age: 18 turning 19

Beginning of Spring 2001- Starts PhD in Engineering– Age: 19

Summer 2001- Works on PhD in Engineering– Age: 19

Fall 2001- Works on PhD in Engineering– Age: 19 turning 20

Feeling immense guilt for having his mother institutionalized, Spencer splits his attention between his Engineering studies and studying Schizophrenia independently. At the end of the Fall term at MIT, Spencer starts corresponding with a professor at Harvard University and is invited to help with a study on understanding Schizophrenia and the effects of different medications. He takes off both the Spring and Summer terms of 2002 in order to do said study.

Beginning of Spring 2002- Independent study– Age: 20

End of Summer 2002- Independent study– Age: 20

Beginning of Fall 2002- Resumes working on PhD in Engineering– Age: 20 turning 21

End of Spring 2003- Finishes PhD in Engineering– Age: 21

Beginning of Fall 2003- Starts Bachelors in Psychology at MIT– Age: 21 turning 22

Spencer goes to a seminar hosted by the BAU (Most likely with Gideon and Hotch), he’s very engaged and vocal during the seminar and catches Gideon’s attention.

Spring 2004- Spencer starts at the FBI academy– Age: 22

FBI academy is 4 months.

Summer 2004- Spencer joins the BAU after graduating from the academy– Age: 22

After joining the BAU, Spencer transfers his credit hours from MIT to a University in Washington D.C. to continue going to school part time.

End of Fall 2004- Finishes Bachelors in Psychology– Age: 22 turning 23

Most of Spencer’s attention is on his work in the BAU, so he slows way down on getting his degrees, and gets a degree in sociology both because it interests him and also because it’ll help with work.

Beginning of Spring 2005- Starts Bachelors in Sociology– Age: 23

End of Fall 2005- Finishes Bachelors in Sociology– Age: 23 turning 24

Beginning of Spring 2008- Starts Bachelors in Philosophy– Age: 26

End of Fall 2008- FInishes Bachelors in Philosophy– Age: 26 turning 27

Again: Breen Frazier has said that the line in 07.04 “Painless” about Spencer going to MIT was an error. I actually think it might be another way to show Spencer’s guilt over putting his mom in the psychiatric hospital- being so close without visiting might’ve made him feel even worse so he wanted to run away to a school across the country. 

Also I feel like Spencer having all these degrees shows that he didn’t really know what he was supposed to do with his intellect so he was just doing whatever interested him at the time until he met Gideon.

We are shown two articles (that I can remember) about Spencer college time frame:

There's one from 1997/1998, we are shown an article written about Spencer getting a Bachelor's degree, this would make him ~16. I’m not sure if it lists that it’s his first Bachelor’s degree- but I’m going to say that it’s just about the one he got for Chemistry which was his second Bachelors based on my timeline.

I don’t think it makes sense for Spencer to have done ~3/4 years of college before getting his first bachelors and then the other 6 or so years cramming the rest of his schooling? Eh, I don’t like it.

And there’s one in 04.08 “Memoriam” we are shown an article about Spencer receiving his first PhD at the age of 17. In my timeline he finishes his first PhD at the age of 16- which isn’t too far off so I’m choosing to believe that it’s a typo in the article (I know it’s kinda cheating but whatever).  

I had his PhD programs take around 2 years to complete because research and dissertations take time, no matter how speedy Spencer is.

If Spencer wanted to make any extra cash on the side, he could help with tutoring, work at the campus library, help coach any collegiate sports teams at the college, etc.

A lot of the things I added in this are just things that I thought of and don’t have any sources from the show (ex: Spencer doing school from home to help his mom, and the independent study thing from Spring 2002 to Summer 2002).

Again: a lot of this may be inaccurate, if there is anything you want to add or correct, feel free to do so. I spent only around 5 or so hours on this, it’s not perfect.

I love Spencer Reid. Thank you for coming to my TED talk. 

(if anyone is curious about how I write Spencer, my writing blog is @deepcreekvultures-writing )

[octuscle]

I'm tired of being fat and dateless can you make me a hairy muscle freak who likes having his snake drained if you get what I mean

I'm tired of being fat and dateless, can you make me a hairy muscle freak who likes his snake emptied, if you know what I mean

Well, you're not exactly the catch of the day… Well beyond 300 pounds. It's amazing that you made it to the age of 55 with your blood values. You look much older with your bad skin. Yes, you won't get a date like that… But I'll see what we can do for you.

It's not easy for you to get out of bed in the morning. Neither is taking a shower. You struggle into your jogging suit and sit down at your computer with a box of donuts. Before the pandemic, you were sometimes still in the office. Since then, you've only been able to work from home. You rarely leave the house anymore. What's the point? You take a break after two hours. Dealing with suspected money laundering cases is an annoying job. You drink a large glass of water with a shot of grapefruit juice. And do a few squats and a few press-ups. You've been trying hard to lose weight for two years. You've already lost many kilograms. But the flaps of skin that now hang from your tits and hips are an expensive price to pay. But you feel better for it. But now back to the computer. You get paid by the case.

You have a lunch break with friends. At a vegetarian restaurant a quarter of an hour away. It's raining and at first you wanted to go by car. But you're not a wimp and any exercise is good. So you take the bike. Yes, you look anything but sexy in those rain overalls. But you enjoy the looks when you take it off. You've been training hard and eating healthily for five years. You look quite respectable for a man of 50, even if the sins of the first 45 years of your life still show. But now you don't need to hide among colleagues who are sometimes 15 or even 20 years younger. The food is delicious and it's fun to chat with your colleagues, who you meet far too rarely in the office. It's not easy to lead a team that only works from home. Okay, you're not a good example today, but you try to be in the office as often as possible. If only because you enjoy the bike ride. And because it's close to the swimming pool.

The lunch break took a long time. The afternoon was short. Nevertheless, you finish work at 18:00. You have HIIT at 19:00. At 44, you are one of the oldest participants. But you easily outperform some much younger ones. Your job has been your life for eleven years. But sport is your passion. Giving your all during the day and even more in the evening is your motto. When the course ends at 8 p.m., most of the participants are panting and crawling into the shower more than they are walking. You hit the weights again.

At 11pm, Mike, the gym manager, switches on the emergency lights and turns off the music. Your signal that it's time to end the workout. You are once again the last one on the training area. You pull your T-shirt over your head, drop your pants and post up in front of the mirror. Not too bad for a man in his early 40s. Mike approaches you from behind, hugs you and grabs your nipples. Damn, this guy knows exactly where your on switch is. You're actually a disciplined nerd. But for once you give up an hour of your precious sleep for a good fuck. And if you spend the night at Mike's, you also save yourself the trip to the morning gym before work. So you fuck another round straight away.

Amazing pic found @rickmuscleguy

[steddieas-shegoes]

take my hand, we'll make it i swear

for @steddielovemonth prompt 'love is a hand reaching out'

rated m | 2,343 words | cw: blood, injury, temporary character death, nightmares | tags: coming back barely right, post-vecna, realizing feelings, getting together

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Hawkins has been torn apart for eight days. Eddie's been dead for eight days.

Everyone's been mourning for eight days.

A week doesn't seem like a long time until you're in the throes of the world ending and a group of teenagers mourning one of their friends. A week starts to feel like a year when all you've done is cry and hope for any other ending than the one you got.

Steve was just trying to be there for them, be there for the people who didn't run from Hawkins, and somehow still take care of himself. It wasn't going well.

He'd barely slept more than a few hours at a time, and that sleep was anything but restful, nightmares invading his mind from the moment he closed his eyes to the time he woke up in a cold sweat with gory images seared into his brain.

One in particular had happened three times in a row now: Steve was walking in the Upside Down, searching for something but he didn't know what. He'd be surrounded by demodogs and demobats, but none would attack him. He'd keep walking and walking, yelling something he was unable to decipher. Eventually, he'd see a hand sticking out of the ground. A very recognizable hand, one that he'd last seen covered in blood, his rings no longer a shiny metallic, but a dirty and dull gray. When he tried to reach for the hand, it disappeared. He woke up.

And then he pretended he hadn't just had a nightmare about Eddie.

Robin saw through it. She made him talk about it, said the only way to get through it was to talk and actually receive comfort.

But so far, it wasn't helping.

The nightmares got worse.

By day 12, he was convinced Vecna had managed to get into his head.

By day 18, he was so sleep deprived, he started sleep walking. Robin insisted on staying with him to make sure he didn't try to drive or walk into the road or something.

It was bad.

And then suddenly, on day 19, they just. Stopped.

He didn't dream at all. In fact, he slept for nearly seven hours with no movement at all.

Robin figured maybe his body was just so exhausted, it finally gave up on torturing him. He figured she might be right.

But on day 20, things got weird.

He was awake, he knew he was.

He was sitting in his car with the radio on low, staring out at the only place not touched by Vecna and the Upside Down: the quarry.

It was quiet other than the radio, which is why he jumped when the radio suddenly flipped to a different station. White noise filled the car as he tried to put it back to his usual station, but then the car just...shut off.

His keys were still in the ignition, but the car wasn't running.

A technical problem was the last thing he needed right now; All the mechanics had left town and he wasn't very handy with anything except changing a tire.

But then it started up again, the radio on the right station, and nothing seemed to sound or look wrong.

"Okay then," Steve said to himself. He gave it a minute to make sure it wouldn't shut off again before putting it in reverse and leaving the parking area. He could try to take a look at it at home.

But when he got home, Dustin and Mike were in his driveway waiting for him, pacing, looking far too worried.

"Where've you been?" Mike asked.

"We've tried to get you on the walkie for an hour!" Dustin whined.

"I was busy," Steve said. "What's wrong? Is everyone okay?"

"El said she felt something," Mike spit out. "She said it's not Vecna, but it's powerful, or at least seems to be."

"Mindflayer?" Steve asked.

"Don't think so. Will didn't feel it."

Steve gestured for them to throw their bikes into his trunk so they could go back to El and find out more of what was going on. He decided not to say anything about the weird incident with his radio for now, wanting to hear what El suspected about things before he worried people for no reason.

When they got to Hopper's cabin, still in quite a bit of disrepair, but livable, El was drinking a glass of water on the couch, pale and eyes constantly moving from person to person.

"Sorry, we had to wait on Steve to get back from whatever he was doing," Mike rolled his eyes as he sat next to El and reached for her hand.

"It is Eddie."

The room was silent as everyone processed what El said.

"It can't be," Hopper said, though softer than he would normally. He knew the kids were still having a hard time. "Steve checked his pulse. Nancy checked his pulse. He lost so much blood. It's-"

"You know better than to say impossible," Joyce spoke up from her spot next to Will. "With everything we've seen, impossible is an impossible word."

"But he wouldn't be human if he was alive. And we couldn't really know if he was on our side," Hopper said to her. "We can't trust anything that comes out of that place, even if they have the face of our friends."

"So you do not trust me?" El asked.

"Or me?" Will asked.

Hopper sighed. "No, that's different."

"It's not that different," Will said. "I was down there for a week and everyone thought I was dead. We all know I have a connection to the place. Eddie may just be like me."

El suddenly stood. "We must go to him. He needs our help."

"El-"

"I am going. Steve?"

Everyone's eyes shot to him, his face turning a bright red.

"You have seen him in your dreams. You know where to find him."

"Uh..."

"You can take me and Hopper to him. I can't see him, I can only sense him."

"Uh." Robin shoved at his shoulder. "Okay, yeah. I can try. But they were just dreams. They might be wrong."

"They are not wrong."

So, despite Steve's promise to himself that he would never go back into the Upside Down without the help of the entire military, Steve held his bat in one hand and El's hand in the other while Hopper walked behind them with a flamethrower ready to go.

He didn't think about where he was going, he just walked.

They had a walkie with them for communication, but told everyone to stay silent unless there was an emergency topside. El assured them there wouldn't be, but she wasn't always right.

Steve felt goosebumps on his skin as they approached a more dense wooded area. If you looked hard enough, you could see the trailer through the trees, but it was unrecognizable, somehow even more dilapidated and gross than the last time they were down here.

El squeezed his hand, but nobody spoke.

They walked further.

It started to feel like one of his nightmares, the darkness and thickness in the air starting to weigh heavy on his chest.

But a small movement caught his eye, and before he could even think it through, he pulled away from El and ran towards it.

A hand.

It was his hand.

Eddie's hand was reaching over a fallen tree, just as bloody and dirty as Steve's nightmares showed.

God, why hadn't he said something to El? Why had he thought they were only nightmares? He knew better.

"Eddie!" Steve said as he cleared the trunk of the tree, nearly landing on Eddie's body. "Shit, Eddie. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

Steve wasn't think about this being a trap, wouldn't even care if it was. It was Eddie. He was alive, or at least a form of alive that they could get him out of there, and that was the only positive thing that happened for weeks now.

"Steve." Hopper's voice was right behind him, and El was standing just on the other side of the tree. "Back up. He could be dangerous."

"Shut up! He's barely alive, Hop! He needs help."

Steve was working quickly to check over where the injuries looked the worst. But everything seemed healed, all the blood on him dried and some of the smaller bites already scarring over. But he looked incredibly thin, dangerously thin, and there were dark circles under his eyes as his hand started to reach for Steve shakily.

Steve grabbed it, didn't want him doing more than he could handle. "It's okay. You're okay. We're taking you home, okay? I'm not letting you die here again."

"Didn't die the first time, Stevie," he whispered, his lips curling into a smirk.

Steve let out a disbelieving laugh that tried so hard to be a sob. "I guess not, huh?"

"Don't know if I can walk," Eddie said.

Steve looked to Hopper, who gave one small nod.

He turned back to Eddie. "Anything bleeding?"

"No."

"This probably won't be fun."

"What-"

But Steve's arms were under him, lifting him, carrying him before he could finish his question.

"Didn't think you'd sweep me off my feet like this," Eddie joked breathlessly.

"How else would I have?" Steve played along.

Or maybe he wasn't playing. Maybe the reason he couldn't get Eddie out of his head even in his sleep was because there was a connection. Maybe he was here because he actually cared about Eddie, not about the way the kids mourned him. Maybe Robin was right about expanding his horizons.

"I dunno. Kinda figured I'd actually die before you got here."

"What do you mean?"

"Did you see me in dreams?"

El was following right behind them, probably listening to everything. Steve nodded as he kept walking the way they came.

"I felt this pull. I dunno how to explain it, man." Eddie coughed and it wracked through his entire body, almost causing Steve to lose his balance. "Sorry. Um, but like, I kept seeing flashes of you. Not anyone else. Just you. And if I thought about you hard enough, I could almost like...sense you?"

"Me? Why me?" Steve looked to El for an explanation.

"I do not know," she replied.

"I thought I was just crazy. Like, the crush I had on you shouldn't be enough to cause this."

"You had a crush on me?"

"Have, present tense, Stevie. Kinda hard not to when you're carrying me out of here like a bride on her wedding day," Eddie's eyes closed as they got closer to the gate in the road they used before. It was the only one marked safe by the entire group. "Hurts."

"What hurts?" Steve ignored everything else for now.

"Everything."

"I'll fix it, okay? Just a bit longer."

Eddie passed out less than a minute later after a whine left his mouth and his hand curled into Steve's shirt against his chest.

******

When he woke up again, Eddie was certain he died for real.

20 days in an alternate dimension puts things into a different perspective.

Steve Harrington was next to him, in a large bed, a bed that was definitely not his in a home that was not his. He wasn't in a hospital, at least not the one in Hawkins.

"Shit, Eds. Hi. Hey." Steve scrambled to sit up as quickly and carefully as possible. "How are you? I mean, obviously not great, but like, does anything hurt more than anything else? Are you bleeding? Shit, I was supposed to check while you slept and didn't."

"Steve. Jesus, man, it's okay." Eddie huffed a laugh. "I feel better than I have in a while."

"Good. That's probably the fluids and drugs we've been pumping into you for two days," Steve smiled apologetically at him, like he had to apologize for taking care of him. "You were out of it when we made it back. Hopper made the kids leave."

"Did I say something?" Eddie had no memory of getting back to... "Where are we?"

"Oh, this is my house. Safest place for you right now. Close enough to everyone if there's an emergency, but far away from where most people who stuck around Hawkins are living that no one will see you." Steve shrugged. "Joyce comes three times a day to check on you. I stick around the rest of the time."

"You've been here for almost two full days just...watching me?" Eddie should be uncomfortable with that, at least a little. But he should be a lot of things that he isn't.

"Making sure you don't die, mostly. Keeping the IV fluids switched around at night. Um, changing the bag," Steve looked down at his lap, face bright red.

Eddie realized exactly what he was talking about the moment he moved. "Jesus Christ. You've changed my pee bags? Just let me die. I can't go on like this."

Steve giggled. "It's not a big deal, Eds. Just part of taking care of you right now. Since you're awake, maybe Joyce can get rid of that on her next visit."

"Maybe she would do me the honor of killing me so I don't die of embarrassment."

"Eddie-"

Something about Steve's voice made him look up.

He reached his hand towards Steve's, suddenly not caring about the embarrassment at all.

"Steve, I'm okay. I promise. My pride may be wounded, but I will survive," Eddie said quietly. "You got me out of there. You did what I needed you to do. You did good."

It was easy to hold hands for the next hour while Steve caught him up on what happened.

It was easy to hold hands when Joyce came by and Eddie experienced more embarrassment at the realization of what she'd have to do to remove the pee bag.

It was even easier to hold hands as they both fell asleep in Steve's bed, finally finding rest without nightmares and without the threat of the Upside Down immediately surrounding them.

[snowfieldstories]

In Life and Death (Chapter -2)

Kim Dokja x Reader (original female character)

In Life and Death Masterlist

A/N: Hello and thank you for reading! This is mainly a reader-insert but I don't like using "y/n," so I've named her/you "Choi Yeona."

Tw: canon-typical violence and gore, some language, suicidal thoughts (brief)

Summary:

In which a reader finds herself tossed into the pages of her favorite web novel after her untimely death. A novel within a novel within reality. It's a reader's dream, right? Well, this reader vows to bring the right ending to the one and only, Kim Dokja. She will give him the happiest of endings. Or she will die trying.

⚠️MAJOR SPOILERS FOR ORV WEB NOVEL AND MANHWA!!!!⚠️

Chapter -2 [Beginnings]

[As you wish, my dear. This will now be your story.]

“Choi Yeona.”

My hand shot up to my neck so fast that the passengers around me all flinched away—all except for one.

“Choi Yeona, are you alright?” said a woman with long brown hair beside me. The woman’s hand hovered over my arm, as if wanting to ease my mind.

We were in a subway car. Seoul, by the looks of it, though I couldn't remember if I was from there or not. Choi Yeona. I couldn't remember why that was my name. It didn't sound quite right, but my body had responded to it.

My hand dropped into my lap. The sensation of cold metal across my throat remained. And the shadow of a voice in my ears.

"Ah..."

"I'm good." I finally responded to the woman. "Just a little scare."

The woman laughed. "You were in such a deep sleep, I'm sorry to wake you. But our stop is next."

There was a blue lanyard around my neck. The ID on the front had a rather nice photo of me. I squinted. It was my face; of that, I was sure. Above the name 'Choi Yeona' was my title and the corporation. Minosoft. Something in the back of my mind itched at this name.

Behind the ID was a transit card. We left the subway and I trailed a few steps behind the woman. A few people spotted us, sporting the same blue lanyard. "Hey, new girl! And Yoo Sangah!"

My stomach dropped.

Yoo Sangah. That was a name I knew very well. My vision went white as memories poured in like a burst dam: late nights scrolling through chapters on my phone, pain in my heart at a certain pair of numbers, a thoughtfulness every time I rode the subway. And an odd (odd according to my friends, whose names and faces were just out of reach) preference for men wearing white coats.

A sick feeling crept up my throat. Sick dread? Anticipation? Elation?

This woman was a character from my favorite novel. So could that mean—?

A black Mercedes screeched to a stop nearby. "Yoo Sangah!"

Sangah's beautiful features pinched at once. "Mr. Han Myungoh."

"I told you I would give you a ride! I waited for you!" Han Myungoh pushed up his glasses with harsh fingers.

"And I said I didn't need them anymore," said Sangah icily.

"But I thought maybe today—"

"Because my bike was stolen?" I could tell Sangah was struggling to remain calm. "You have incredible foresight, Mr. Han Myungoh."

The man in question stuttered. Then, with a glance at the giggling coworkers around us, he huffed and drove off. My own smile slipped from my face.

"Yoo Sangah." The name was somehow both foreign and familiar in my mouth. "You said your bike was stolen?"

"Yeah. Terrible, isn't it?"

"Right," I swallowed. "Terrible."

I glanced at my phone as we approached the Minosoft building. 7:53. Today was the day Yoo Sangah's bike was stolen, it was the day she would take the train home, and, precisely at 19:00, the world would fall into ruin.

There were eleven hours until the apocalypse began. And I, Choi Yeona, would do my best to prepare.

I felt reassured to have knowledge of this world and its future. Especially in the wake of the hollowed out space where memories of my life should have been. So far, at least, bits of my previous life trickled back in. Mainly those that were attached to the novel I now lived.

My fiction had become reality and so I pulled together a loose plan. Three steps to prepare for a ruined world. As a fan, it's not like I hadn't daydreamed about this exact situation, anyways.

“Choi Yeona, are you sure you’re feeling well? You don’t look so good,” asked the angelic Sangah.

“Actually, no.” I pressed a hand to my temple. “My head is a bit fuzzy. I’m sorry, but you would mind helping me to my office?”

I felt bad preying on Sangah’s goodwill, but the first step was to find a quiet spot with internet so I could gain some information. And wandering to find my desk would take precious time. My feet dragged as we ventured deeper into the Minosoft building. I thought I played the part of a sick person well, or at least, Sangah didn't complain as she supported me with one hand on my arm and the other around my back. We stopped at a cubicle.

"Here you are," she said.

"Thank you, Yoo Sangah," I said with a sincere smile. It was nice to know that Sangah was just as wonderful as described. She lingered by the door. "I'll be fine once I sit down and get to work. Something to distract me."

"Ah, yes." Sangah seemed regretful. It seemed this Seoul was much like the one I knew of from my previous life. As a new employee, there was no chance I'd receive sick leave from the higher-ups, short of needing hospitalization.

This worked in my favor.

Sangah left for her own desk and I pulled out my phone. Swiping through the apps, I searched for social media. Nothing. "What kind of anti-social freak?" I muttered.

I tapped on contacts. There were two: Minosoft HR and Yoo Sangah.

There were no messages, no emails, no calls in the phone's history. Notes, photos, and even the damn alarm settings on the clock app were blank.

My back hit the cushioned chair, dumbfounded. Did Choi Yeona not exist?

Or was I really her? The idea of an unattached ghost of a person that was Choi Yeona should have concerned me, but in fact I felt a warmth spread through my chest. I liked the thought that I was still me in this world. Maybe our lives mixed or maybe I stole the being that was Choi Yeona, but one thing was for sure: my face was my own. I was free to be as much of myself as I wished without playing the part of a girl I didn't know.

I turned to my computer. Upon entering the password (0000, really?) I flipped through the email.

I, or Choi Yeona, had started at the company just over a month ago as a data analyst. Little human interaction, with most of my assignments and projects given via email. I also possessed a wealth of company knowledge at my disposal.

In no time, I had the Minosoft employee directory and a map of the building open on the desktop. I typed the hanja:

'Kim Dokja'

His profile pulled up and I paused at the company ID photo. Kim Dokja was handsome. Despite the unconfident slouch to his shoulders and unkempt hair that just brushed his eyes, he was much more gorgeous than I had been expecting. Average salaryman, my ass.

I checked his office number and corresponded with the Minosoft map. It was a few floors below mine. I grabbed my ID and phone, preparing to head down. Step two: find Kim Dokja.

There was a knock on the cubicle wall.

From the doorway, a man with black hair and a sweet smile on his lips popped his head in. He carried a steaming mug. "Choi Yeona, I heard you weren't feeling well?"

Oh.

Unlike with Sangah and Han Myungoh, I knew immediately who this was. The very same straight nose and grey eyes I had just been admiring. More than that, was the way my heart tugged forth, as though there were an invisible string tying us together and it had suddenly grown shorter.

Kim Dokja.

It seemed step two was unnecessary; Dokja had come to me himself.

At my non-response, he entered the cubicle and leaned against my desk, holding out the mug.

My fingers brushed his as I took the mug and sniffed. Green tea with honey.

"Kim Dokja," I said, testing out his name in awe. "Thank you."

A pleased expression settled on his face. "I know you don't drink coffee, and honey is supposed to soothe a sore throat."

My mouth dropped. "You know that?"

"I read online, the antioxidants in honey—"

"No." I shook my head. "You know I only drink tea?"

"It's all you drink when I see you." Dokja's words were soft, shy, as his lashes lowered. It was unfair how long they were. My chest stirred.

I took a sip of the tea. "It's delicious."

There were a hundred questions running through my mind that I wanted to ask this man, this character, that I had loved for so long now. Most of all, I was curious about our relationship in this world. Kim Dokja and Choi Yeona.

His gaze lifted and landed first on my computer.

Horrified, I realized his employee profile was still open on my desktop.

I spammed open a bunch of webpages before shutting the screen off. Dokja looked at me, speechless.

"Sensitive information," I finally choked out. I hoped the heat of my neck wasn't visible on my skin.

"...Right." His eyes were on me, as if calculating something. He drew near and placed a hand on my forehead. "You're very warm."

My skin burned hotter after that. What was this? I shook off my stupor and pointed a finger his way. My mouth moved before my brain could stop it. "Kim Dokja. Are you my boyfriend or something?"

Dokja jolted back and his face grew pale. The confidence that had possessed his body drained out quickly.

"No—no, sorry I didn't mean to—" he said, a weak laugh leaving his lips. "I'll let you get back to work."

And then he was gone.

Now I was especially confused. Kim Dokja had looked almost afraid of me.

Perhaps I had been too direct.

I sipped on the tea while thinking.

If I was being fully honest with myself, I was quite jealous of past-me. There was a whole month of Dokja-interactions that he seemed to have knowledge of. But, I remind myself, you could have a lifetime with him ahead of you if you can get through this alive. A small consolation, but it would have to do. And who knows, maybe memories of that month would resurface as time went on.

Time for step three.

I opened my phone and my thumb hovered over the 'books' app. If my hunch was correct, and whatever force that brought me here was benevolent, then there should be one book on the shelf. And if I was unlucky, then I would have to start writing. I pressed down.

Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint by S■n■■■o■■

I cried out in relief. The title was overlaid on a solid red background, rather than the original cover art, but I was just grateful I wouldn't have to write down as much of the story as I could from memory.

My memory was not exactly reliable at present.

I had a lot of pages ahead of me, so I curled up in my seat and began to read, drinking Dokja's tea.

_______________________________

The end of the workday arrived all too soon.

Now, I stood outside Minosoft's doors waiting for Sangah or Dokja to leave.

I tugged on my collar, the athletic-wear under my work suit uncomfortably warm. Thankfully, a small shopping center neighbored Minosoft—close enough to visit during my lunch break. Work supplies had been replaced with survival essentials in my backpack, and I checked to make sure the bags of worms and insects were safely stored in each side pouch. It was a good thing Choi Yeona's credit cards worked.

My hand dug into the bag of lemon candies. They were supposed to be a peace offering for a certain plagiarist later, but one taste couldn't hurt. Sweetness burst on my tongue.

The sun dipped lower and my feet tapped on the sidewalk. I grabbed the shoulder of a young woman leaving the company. "Have you seen Yoo Sangah?"

The woman looked perplexed. Another lady stepped up beside her.

"Yoo Sangah left with Mr. Han Myungoh. I heard he convinced her to let him give her a ride home," said the lady with a sneer. "More like coerced her. Poor girl couldn't say 'no.'"

I think I mumbled out a 'thanks,' but I was shaken. Sangah took the subway home today. She was supposed to ride in the same carriage as Dokja.

An unsettling feeling rolled in the pit of my stomach. I glanced between the glass Minosoft doors and the time on my phone.

The time was uncomfortably close to 19:00.

Maybe Dokja had gone out ahead. After all, the few times we'd crossed paths since that morning, he had given me an awkward half-smile and kept his distance.

I took off for the subway entrance. It was a vague memory from this morning, but I remembered the subway line well enough to get on the right track going opposite. I searched left and right of those lining up to enter the carriage, but I couldn't spot Dokja.

The train arrived.

Already, the adrenaline was sending spasms to my muscles. I picked a spot in the center so I could move to the opposite side of the dokkaebi that would arrive soon.

18:55

This was train carriage 3607. Two over from Dokja, and directly next to Yoo Joonghyuk. The disappointment sunk in my chest.

18:58

There was no time to switch carriages. And at this stage in the regressions, moving to Joonhyuk's was asking for death.

18:59

I gripped the knife in my pocket.

19:00

The lights flickered and the train shuddered to a stop. "Attention passengers! E—everyone, run away—!"

When the dokkaebi arrived, I slipped to the back as a crowd of people surged forward in indignation.

Everything was playing out just as it had in the book.

_______________________________

[You have earned 8,600 coins!]

This was not like the book. No book could capture this.

My fingers were caked in bug guts and gore. Warm blood soaked the front of my suit. I hunched down, trying to stop the tremors in my body. There was a whimpering. But when I held my breath, the train car became silent.

[Well done, it seems we have a winner.]

The dokkaebi, Bihyung, popped into the air above me. The train shuddered and began to move once more. I paid no mind to the sea monsters outside the window.

[A lone victor. You're quite the vicious thing, aren't you? Had some little creatures to complete the scenario and yet, you still killed other humans!]

He spoke like I was a subordinate deserving of praise for going above and beyond at work. I fought to keep the sick down my throat.

"My rewards," I murmured.

[Sorry?]

I stood slowly with shallow breaths. "My rewards. My sponsor."

[How do you know about...uh, well, yes, let's move on to the sponsor selection!]

A list of constellations rolled out in front of me. Before I could get a good look, the blue screen glitched and then vanished.

I looked up at Bihyung in confusion.

[I'm deeply sorry my dear constellations, but it seems this incarnation is off the market! One lucky sponsor has claimed her already. But! If you look to the next few carriages here...]

I tuned out the rest of Bihyung's brown-nosing. I had a sponsor?

"Open attributes."

[Choi Yeona, Age: 27.]

Okay, that was normal. Well, actually, the age I wasn't sure about. But that didn't matter now. Aside from these two things, every section was noticeably censored besides one.

[Constellation Sponsor: Mother of Divine Desire]

"...What?"

My mind reeled. I had never once come across such a modifier. I would have to consult the novel later. For now, at least—

Bihyung had vanished. I wiped my hands as best I could, then shed the business suit to reveal a thin athletic zip up. I swapped the skirt for the light cargo pants from my pack.

I slowly invested coins into strength until the subway door gave way.

I breathed in deeply. Though the end of the tunnel was damp, it was a sweet freshness compared to the thick scent of corpses behind me.

Up ahead, the silhouettes of three people could be seen. My blood chilled.

I stepped closer. Joonghyuk, certainly, stood tall above the rest. Next to him was a built man that could only be Lee Hyunsung. And between them was a spiky-haired high schooler.

"Dokja." His name came out hoarse from my throat.

The trio must have heard me approach and glanced back, but made no move to come closer. I backed away.

I found the carriage Hyunsung and Namwoon had come from. The door had been wrenched away.

My breaths were frantic now as I searched the bodies. The body of a small boy clutched a plastic box. The grasshoppers still leapt from its walls.

Nausea was rising too quickly. I forced myself to turn away.

Kim Dokja was nowhere to be found.

I poured more coins into strength and practically tore off the door to the next train car. I scanned the bodies. Nothing.

The next yielded the same result.

It was the third carriage down that I found a head-blown body with a blue tie.

My knees crumpled and the moment I found the ID with his name, I vomited. Blood and sick and stomach acid soaked my pants but I couldn't see through the blur of tears.

"You can't die. Kim Dokja cannot die," I said with a ragged voice. "Dokja you can't—I can't DO THIS—!"

My shouting devolved into dry heaving.

There was a ping sound.

[ < Sub Scenario — Escape > ]

Scenarios on scenarios. The world had just begun and already my second life's mission had failed.

I inhaled harshly and pushed myself out of the train.

The bridge was broken and Hyunsung and Namwoon had made it across. Joonghyuk was drawing his sword when I walked past in a daze. I think he spoke to me. I don't really know. My mind had numbed to sound.

On the edge of the broken bridge, I looked down at the sea monsters. Maybe if I fall slowly, it would be a quick death. Maybe, if luck would find me this time, I could return and try again. Or maybe I would have a final rest.

I tipped forward.

A hand gripped my waist and yanked me back. All at once, sound came back into sharp focus.

"Not yet. How did you survive?"

Yoo Joonghyuk. He was a regressor through and through; I couldn't even die when I wished. A bubble of hysteria broke from my chest. It tasted like bile.

"Tell me," said Joonghyuk sharply.

"You can't threaten me with death. Clearly it's what I want."

The tensed expression on his face told me I was right. He looked me over properly now, taking in the red, swollen eyes and mess all over my clothes.

"I don't understand how—"

"Yoo Joonghyuk." He startled when I spoke his name. "I've already failed. Please, I don't want to live with that failure."

I seemed to only be making the regressor more conflicted. He opened his mouth.

"Yoo Joonghyuk!"

He and I both slowly turned to the third voice.

A woman with short, black hair and a mole under her eye approached us. Even with my muddled mind, I could recognize the one person that could possibly be.

"Han Sooyoung?"

Joonghyuk turned back to me, bewildered. Sooyoung grunted. "Are you a fan, or something?"

My mind was becoming clearer and the life was returning to my body.

The first, and largest, mistake I had made after arriving in this world. I had assumed it was the false third turn, the 1864th regression.

But Hyunsung and Namwoon were with Joonghyuk. And there was no Sangah. There was no Gilyoung. And there was no Kim Dokja.

Han Sooyoung flinched as I thrust the opened bag of lemon candies at her. I smiled. A real, wide grin. I think maybe tears wet my cheeks once more, but this time, tears of relief. "I'll buy you all the lemon candies I can. I'll buy out the Dokkaebi Bag," I said to her, and I meant it.

Because Han Sooyoung coming here was proof that this was not the 1864th turn at the start of Omniscient Reader.

It was the altered 1863rd regression.

Kim Dokja would come here later. And so I must survive. To see him again, and to change his ending.

_________________________________

Unfortunately, the one that gifted me with a second life in my favorite novel was not so benevolent that Kim Dokja was dropped straight in my lap. Figuratively and literally.

I was going to have to work for that future.

Right now I scrubbed myself clean in the river. My clothes stuck uncomfortably to my skin in the chilly water, but I refused to take them off for washing.

That would be due to the pair of dark eyes watching my every move from the shore.

"I'm not going to run away," I muttered.

Yoo Joonghyuk gave me a hard look. He didn't even bother to use lie detection on that one.

I finished and reached for my backpack, when a hand swiped it first.

"Nuh-uh, you get this back after you answer a few questions," said Han Sooyoung.

My nose scrunched. "I gave you lemon candy."

"I'm not some pet!"

The bag was yanked from her arms. "Both of you, start talking now before I kill you," said an irritated Joonghyuk.

[Incarnation 'Yoo Joonghyuk' has activated 'Lie Detection' Lv. - - !]

He looked first to Han Sooyoung, who blew her bangs out of her face with a huff.

"I can guide this timeline to its successful end. I have knowledge of the scenarios," she said.

"How?"

"I wrote a novel similar to this world. SSSSS-grade Infinite Regressor." Her eyes slid to me, like I was supposed to be impressed. "I have a predictive skill, sort of like prophecy. Something from being an author."

['Lie Detection' has confirmed 'Han Sooyoung's' words as truth.]

Joonghyuk seemed to consider her words, but his suspicion remained.

"I don't trust prophets."

"I said like prophecy. It lets me write the best possible path to success," Sooyoung said rather impatiently.

"Then can you kill me?" Joonghyuk's gaze burned into Sooyoung. His knuckles were white on the backpack. "After the end is reached. Can you make my death permanent?"

Sooyoung gave him a small smile. "I believe so."

['Lie Detection' has confirmed 'Han Sooyoung's' words as truth.]

That satisfied Joonghyuk, because he turned to me next. "Who are you?"

"I'm Choi Yeona."

These two both have 'Lie Detection' so I must choose my words carefully.

"I have knowledge of this world through a past life. I'm not a fan—" I looked first to Sooyoung, then quickly to Joonghyuk "—and I'm not a regressor. I...read a similar book, and now I'm here. I don't know how."

['Lie Detection' has confirmed 'Choi Yeona's' words as truth.]

It was fortunate my memories were still in patches, because they couldn't accuse me of lying when I didn't know the truth myself.

"The future I know is not guaranteed and it's for a different worldline, anyways. Your next regression: the 1864th turn." I can see the hopelessness creep back into Joonghyuk's eyes, so I continued. "And it can be your last."

['Lie Detection' has confirmed 'Choi Yeona's' words as truth.]

"For that to happen, you need to believe in us. In Han Sooyoung's plan. You must see this turn all the way through, or else there is no hope for the next. Yoo Joonghyuk, you must believe that we can bring you to the end," I said.

['Lie Detection' has confirmed 'Choi Yeona's' words as truth.]

Joonghyuk was quiet for a time.

At last, he said, "But you will find a way to kill me?"

I fought the urge to comfort this broken man. Yes, I loved Kim Dokja, but that didn't mean I cared for Yoo Joonghyuk any less.

"Yes," I whispered.

['Lie Detection' has confirmed 'Choi Yeona's' words as truth.]

My bag was retuned to me. Joonghyuk nodded, then stalked off for Oksu station. Honestly, I was surprised he didn't put up more of a fight. He really is a shell of a person at this point in the regressions, I realized with a pang.

"Actually, I just have one question."

Sooyoung's hand gripped my arm. "How did you get past 'Lie Detection?'"

"Excuse me?" She somehow realized my words weren't the complete story.

"Yoo Joonghyuk," she said fiercely. "If he sees this world-turn to its end, then why would he ever need to regress to the next?"

Ah. "There is a certain event that must take place near the end of this turn. He reaches the end, in a way, but he still must die here."

['Lie Detection' has confirmed 'Choi Yeona's' words as truth.]

What a mistrustful woman.

My words definitely confused her more. I looked her square in the eyes. "Sooyoung, I'm afraid if I tell you anything more exact, the future will change for the worse. This story needs to progress as it should without my interference." In this turn, anyways. I thought about what was to come in the 1863rd turn, and my expression grew sharp. "I know what you plan to do to Joonghyuk."

"You—!"

"And I won't interfere." I forcefully removed her hand, and I could see her shock of my strength overtook the pain caused by my fingers. "I despise you for the suffering you will cause him, but I won't change things. He must go through this for our final, successful, true ending. Use. 'Lie Detector.' On. Me."

['Lie Detection' has confirmed 'Choi Yeona's' words as truth.]

Sooyoung staggered back.

I made to leave but she made a noise in her throat. "One more thing. If you're from the next turn, and you won't interfere, why are you seeing this one through to the end?"

I looked down at her white coat. My chest ached.

"I'm not from the next turn," I said quietly. "And there's someone I have to meet here before I can move on to the next."

In fact, there was another, more pressing issue that kept me in the 1863rd turn. I was not a regressor.

At least to my knowledge. My attributes were annoyingly blocked from view. Despite being given a second life here, I couldn't assume that regression was a stigma I possessed. My best shot might be to strike a covenant with an Outer God: possibly, Secretive Plotter if I could meet with him. Or I could track down other regressors and learn how they gained the stigma.

Then I would have to tackle how to follow Yoo Joonghyuk into his regression versus of my own. My head throbbed just thinking of it all.

Sooyoung and I reached Oksu station, and Hyunsung greeted us warmly while Namwoon grunted. Joonghyuk sat hunched against the wall close by. A breeze from the unlit subway tunnel chilled the damp clothing to my frame. I shivered.

Joonghyuk, without looking up, said, "I'm not giving you my coat."

"I didn't expect you to," I fired back. Sunfish bastard, indeed.

I started for the others to introduce myself, when the wind blew a thin, small blanket that caught on my leg. A blue message popped up when I grabbed it.

[You have gained +5 luck! Account balance: 5/500]

This was....? Another messaged flashed.

[The constellation 'Mother of Divine Desire' smiles at you.]

Next part ->

A/N: DON'T HURT ME PLS I swear we will be with our beloved Kim Dokja very soon! Well, soon for us. Maybe not so soon for poor Yeona/you. These parts -2 and -1 (a sort of prologue, if you will) are necessary to set the stage for the main part of the story.

[ywpd-translations]

Ride 771: A new gear!!

Pag 1

1: This is the fight's gong!!

Pag 2

1: Ohuruaaaagh!!

Pag 3

1: Buooooogh

2: The lead is here, two people!!

3: Sohoku and Hakogaku!!

So the ones who are aiming for the sprint line on the first day of the Inter High…. Those two…

4: are the same two people from last year!!

5: Huh waa

There are still almost 3km until the sprint line, but …

Pag 4

1: They're accelerating like they're right before the sprint line!!

Ruaaagh

Oooooogh

2: They're so fast!

How many kilometers per hours are they going at!?

A bike can go at that speed!?

3: But those two….

Was it my imagination?

Pag 5

1: They were smiling!!

2: Hahaha, not bad, San-na!!

You're keeping up with my acceleration!!

Keeping up!? With your acceleration!?

Buah!!

Oi oi, that's-

Pag 6

1: My line!! Orange!!

Honestly, I'm surprised!!

2: I'm number 4, the ace climber, and I'm a Hakogaku third year

Honestly, during the last year both my power and my acceleration 

3: have increased by several steps!!

4: Is that so!!

5: There are practically no sprinters within the club who can keep up with me!!

6: But you did

You didn't just stick to me from behind, you lined up!!

What does it mean!! It makes the corners of my mouth turn up!!

Pag 7

1: Hahaha that's because

2: He's shooting ahead!!

3: I'm a genius!!

5: Nice acceleration!!

Pag 8

1: Orange!!

2: The speed of your attack, your acceleration power and the lack of hesitation when taking the curve!!

Hahaha

Pag 9

1: It's really like you said, you definitely powered up!!

You got stronger since last year!!

4: Even while taking a curve in an unsteady position, with my shoulder hitting against yours.......

5: What's wrong, San-na, what's this

6: Are you about to say something secret you can't let the spectators hear?

Pag 10

1: you counter it firmly with the trunk of your body!!

2: Didn't they just make contact with each other while taking the curve!?

Waaaa

Sohoku's number 4 pushed back that huge guy from Hakogaku with his hips!!

3: Buah!!

You're the only one

4: You're the only one who can make me shake like this!!

Pag 11

2: They hit each other again!! It's a super close combat!!

So what’s the deal with all your banging around since earlier, then?

Ah, that?

3: Is this a request?

You mean you want me to show you

Pag 12

1: the true essence of my special explosive acceleration!?

Okay then, watch closely!!

4: His movements are so fast!!

5: This my Special Highstone

Pag 13

1: Hyper acceleration!!

Pag 14

1: He left me before my own eyes!!

Is this guy for real!?

Dammit!!

2: This is fun!!

3: Are you surprised, San-na? Hahaha

Until last year, I accelerated with the image

4: of a gear going into place

Get in

Get in

Get in

Pag 15

1: But now I've come to the point that I can freely make it go into place matching my own timing!!

4: The number of gears I've prepared is

5: “Number”!?

6: The first one is “white”

7: The second one is “shironeri*”

8: The third one is “pale yellow”

9: The fourth one is “gamboge*”

The fifth one is “orange”

(*NdT.: all the names are colors, these ones are Japanese traditional colors)

Pag 16

1: All together there are six levels!!

This year I divided my acceleration in six stages!!

2: Six stages!!

Seriously!?

Pag 17

1: And by the way, my acceleration from earlier was “unbleached silk” the second stage

2: Did it feel fast!?

3: Naturally, once we get before the sprint line I'll use

4: the sixth one, “golden yellow”!!

Pag 18

3: Dammit

4: So there's also things like this in the Inter High

Seriously?

5: Now I understand the reason for our hard practice and for the harshness of training camp

Without that I wouldn't have been able to fight on this stage

Pag 19

1: Issa and Doubashi..... just when I thought the sprint fight was narrowed down to those two.....

2: Another person comes chasing!!

3: Did he break away from the pack behind and got here!? He wasn't there with us earlier!!

In such a short time he shook everyone off and chased us!?

4: Even though I've been pedaling at full throttle since earlier, he keeps getting closer!!

5: So there's also things like this!? At the Inter High!!

Pag 20

1: It's filled with monsters!!

Hayaaaa

2: But that's fine by me

I thought my part was over....

But there's still work left to do!! I won't let this guy get to the lead!!