#BECAUSE HE IS A PORTABLE CHARGER

[berrrydameyve]

Spider gang Headcanon: They abuse Miles' electric powers by using him as an portable charger (Especially 42, he uses him as a flashlight, a tiny flashlight for his devices, a phone charger, probably charges his mask too)

[bosspigeon]

man i wish i could draw comics i had such a good idea for a rly good character backstory one for Moss

[davysaysstuff]

NPMD Phone Headcanons:

Richie:

- Phone is cracked to all hell. Paul forced him to get an otterbox phone case so it won’t break as often. Richie actually used to have one of those really chunky and obnoxious Sanrio cases but it kept falling out and cracking

- Has a shit ton widgets, one for Spotify, one for doulingo, and one for a chibi cat game he downloaded

- His photos are loaded with screenshots and memes of his favorite anime’s and characters, with the occasional Ruth and Peter here and there

- Richie has a bunch of stickers plastered around his phone, some from comic cons and some from Ruth

- Has three sets of headphones for his phone, a wire one, big wireless headphones, and wireless earbuds

- Phone is always at 20% or 10%

- Has about 500 billion AO3 tabs open on his google account

- His phone wallpaper is Asuka and Rei fanart

- Usually has his phone on DND, which causes his family and friends to worry when he doesn’t respond because he doesn’t see it

Peter:

- A really sturdy and old looking phone, but not like a Nokia

- Barley a scratch, he keeps good care of his belongings, thank you very much

- One single sticker from Richie and a small drawn on heart from Steph(he couldn’t get richies sticker off and he didn’t want to get Steph’s heart off)

- Owns Pandora to listen to music

- Has 6 numbers exactly, all others are either deleted or moved to Junk. In order, his mother, Ted, Richie, Ruth, Steph, and Grace. He doesn’t message Grace much, he only got her number for the plan

- Has beanies on speed-dial(for pickup when Ted wants coffee)

- His phone is at lowest 70%. He keeps it well charged and has a portable charger on him

- His phone wallpaper is a selfie of him and Steph at a festival

Ruth:

- Do NOT go through her photos or search history…

- Too many phone numbers, mostly from telemarketers. She saves them and messages them when she’s particularly lonely until they block her

- Ruth’s phone case is mostly stickers at this point. Doesn’t matter what it is, if she finds it on the ground, she slaps it on

- Her phone wallpaper is a plain color. She never learned how to change it

- Has Richie and Spotify on speed dial

- Ruth always has tangled headphones in her backpack, which takes her approximately an hour to untangle

- Back of her phone is cracked to the point you can see the inter workings of the phone

Steph:

- The latest and up to date phone(‘curtesy’ of her father)

- Her phone wallpaper is a photo of Peter she took

- Most of her photos are of her dog, Peter, Ruth, and Ritchie, but she does have a lot of selfies and photos of herself when she dresses up and posts them on instagram

- Has a lot of phone numbers, not because she talks to a lot of people but just because she gets peoples numbers then forgets the text them

Grace:

- Landline.

[idkwhatimdoinghere1655]

Christmas Future - Carlos Sainz

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Cancelled.

That was the word in red that flittered after every single flight on the departures board at Gatwick airport. Your flight was cancelled and so was everyone else's. 

You probably should have guessed that this was going to happen, but the small part of you that was desperate to go home was being optimistic. Pulling out your phone, you shot a few texts to your family to tell them that, unless the blizzard magically blew over, there was no way in hell that you were getting home on time to be there for Christmas morning. Or Christmas at all. 

Everyone was resigned to the same fate, pulling their books and portable chargers out of their bags in preparation for the undoubtable hours that were to come. People were standing around, sitting on floors, crammed onto the seemingly endless yet dwindling seats.

You were standing too, still with your eyes glued to the screen as if it would change the words on the surface by sheer will. Turning your head, you saw the snowflakes dancing in the wind and battering the large windows of the airport, and you knew that your hopes were getting crushed.

You went to stand by the seats, waiting for someone to make the grave mistake of getting up to get a snack or go to the toilet. You knew it was going to be a while before someone caved and let their basic human rights override their need to have a seat, but you just stuffed your earphones into your ears and let the music take the time away.

After a few hours, your feet were starting to get sore, so you lowered yourself to the floor like a lot of other people around. It had cleared out slightly, since some people had just left to go and find a hotel for the night instead of sleeping on the floor of the airport. 

The idea had crossed your mind a few times, but you wanted the opportunity to be on the first flight going as soon as possible. Being home was worth having a sore back and exhaustion. 

You noticed how a few people had started talking to each other randomly, just for some way to pass the time. It was strange how they would have just ignored each other in passing, but were now getting to know one another.

While you were busy making up fake scenarios about the people you were seeing around, you failed to notice a pair of eyes watching you. He couldn't help but notice the disappointment on your face when all flights were cancelled until further notice and the tiredness in your expression when you slumped down on the floor. 

He wondered if you were like him, just trying to get home in time for Christmas. He saw has your head lolled back and your eyes started to flutter closed, and he spotted the slight wince in your expression as you shifted around, trying to get comfortable. 

He felt bad. He had been sat there for hours, and he was pretty settled. And there you were, a young lady being forced to sit on the floor. The chivalrous side of him was telling him to give up the seat for you, but the self-preservation was also telling him to stay in his seat and not be so generous to strangers. 

But, he eventually gave in. Leaving his backpack on the seat so that no one would take it, he got up and walked over to you. His back was practically groaning after being in the same position for so long. Taking a deep breath, he spoke, his voice feeling hoarse from not having used it in a few hours.

"Excuse me, miss?" he asked, hoping you could hear him over your music, because that could have gotten very awkward. For a few seconds, he didn't think that you had heard him, but you took one of your earphones out to listen to him. 

"Yeah?" you said, looking up at the handsome stranger. He was tall, but that was probably because he was towering over you. He had a thick mop of nearly black hair, falling over the tanned skin of his forehead. But his eyes captured you the most. Deep and brown. All too easy to get lost in. 

"I had just noticed you've been sitting here for a long time, and you look like you could use rest in a proper chair," he said, and you couldn't help but let a soft smile spread across your lips. A handsome stranger with manners? Now you really felt like you were dreaming. Maybe the lack of sleep was making you delirious. 

"Are you sure? I don't mind sitting here if you don't want to lose your seat," you said, grateful for his generosity, but also feeling slightly guilty at the thought of taking up his offer. 

"Course, I've been sat there for a few hours. I don't mind taking the floor for a little while," he smiled, rocking back on his heels slightly. This was getting into dangerous territory now. Handsome, manners, dazzling smile. 

"Well thank you," you said, putting your things back in your bag and making a poor attempt at standing up. He offered a hand out to you, and you took it without hesitation. They were a lot bigger than yours, as well has a lot warmer. Slightly calloused too, he could probably do with some hand cream but you doubted he was that type of guy.

Walking you over to the seat, he picked his backpack up from it and slung it over his left shoulder. Slumping down into the seat, your body was happy to have some small sliver of a cushion as opposed to just hard flooring.

The stranger just stood there, unsure of whether to walk away and find some free floor space or wait with you. You noticed his internal struggle, and decided that you didn't want the stranger to return to being a stranger just yet. 

"Do you want to sit with me? I've got a neck pillow you can use, since you're going to be on the floor?" you asked, instantly feeling like an idiot. It felt like your attraction to him was completely obvious, but there was no way to get to know someone unless you talked to them.

"Sure," he nodded with that smile again. You shuffled your legs to the side so that he could rest his back on the edge of the seat, and you pulled your neck pillow out of your bag to hand to him. He had to admit, it was a very nice and comfy neck pillow. 

Despite what you could only assume to be a whole day of travelling, he still smelt unreal as he sat so close to you. Something deep, musky. Definitely something expensive. 

The stranger was also thinking of you as you sat there. He'd expect someone to be cranky after all of the flights being cancelled - especially on Christmas Eve. Yet here you were, being so nice to him after a day of globe trotting. 

"So, what's your name?" he asked, turning his head to look at you. 

"Y/N, you?" you returned.

"Carlos." he said, and he suited the name. His shoulder kept brushing against your legs, and you could feel the warmth of him through his jacket sleeve. "Were you heading home for the holidays?" he questioned, looking down at his watch as if the flights would suddenly be back on. 

It looked expensive, even if you didn't know the exact brand. He likely had money, was probably flying business or first class. It wasn't apparent quite yet which one it would be. 

"Yeah, I was. But I don't think anyone is making it in time for Christmas at this rate." you explained, and he nodded in response. 

"Me too. But I think I'll have to be prepared for the family to open presents without me," he said, and you could hear the hint of sadness in his tone. You completely understood, since this would be the first Christmas that you wouldn't be spending with your family.

"So where would home be if this blizzard wasn't keeping us all hostage?" you joked, trying to lighten the mood. Carlos seemed to get the hint, chuckling slightly at your quip. It was a hearty, deep sound. One that made the cold airport seem a little warmer. 

"Madrid, not a long flight thankfully. I'd hate to do some sort of long haul after being stuck here for however long we're going to be."

"But I guess you can get a good sleep on a long haul. On shorter flights, there's not much time to fall asleep and get enough rest so then you'll be even more tired on landing then customs and baggage claim and then getting to where you need to go." you rambled, and you noticed that Carlos was just looking at you. 

He was staring up at you from his spot on the floor. He had a soft smile on his face, as if he was enjoying your little analysis into long haul versus short haul flights at a time like this. "Sorry..." you mumbled, looking down at your lap. 

"No, no. You're good," he reassured, nudging you in the leg with his shoulder. You felt comfortable with Carlos, despite the fact that you had only known him for about ten minutes. The two of you settled into a silence for a short while, just enjoying having someone there to talk to if you felt like it.

Snow was still hammering against the window, and it wasn't showing any signs of slowing down any time soon. Sighing to yourself, you leant back in your chair to try and get comfy for a short nap. Carlos noticed you shifting and turned to look at you.

"Do you want your pillow back?" he asked.

"No, it's OK. You're on the floor, you need it more," you shook your head, shuffling to try and find some sort of position that your body would allow you to sleep in.

"Wake me up if there are any flights to Geneva. Or if you get a flight so that I can say goodbye," you told him.

"Geneva, eh?" he asked, looking very intrigued. "I would not have guessed that you're swiss." he continued. To be fair, he was very obviously Spanish, so it was easy to guess. With you, it was a bit more of a mystery. 

"I'm not, my entire family live there," you explained, and he was listening intently. 

"Well that's cool. I'm sure Geneva is stunning at Christmas," he said, and you nodded in response while stifling a yawn. "Anyway, I'll let you sleep. And I will only wake you up if I have to go if there is a flight for you," he repeated, with a somewhat melancholy expression. 

Carlos didn't want to say goodbye to you, not so soon. He had become captivated by the girl that he had first seen, eyes glued to the board in hopes that her flight might be reinstated or rescheduled to something in the near future. 

He couldn't say why, either. All he knew was your name and that you were heading home to Geneva. Well, that was where your family was. He didn't know where you were from originally. But, he wanted to find out. For the meantime, however, he would let you rest and just hope that another flight wouldn't pop up for either of you. 

He wanted to go home for Christmas, but he'd make it back in time for lunch at least if the flights held out for another few hours. That way, he'd get to spend some time with you and would be able to have ample time with his family at home. 

His texts to them weren't getting through due to how bad the weather was, but he was sure that they had been tracking his flight and would have seen that it was cancelled. They also knew he was at the airport, so they hopefully wouldn't worry too much about his whereabouts. 

About 3 hours had gone by, and Carlos' phone was nearly dead. So was his back. You were still sleeping. Maybe not so peacefully, but you were sleeping nonetheless. He was itching to get a coffee or something, just to wake him up a little. 

Carlos stood up, stretching out his muscles as they groaned in protest. "Hey, hey," he mumbled, gently nudging you awake. The first thing you saw when you opened your eyes was Carlos standing over you, and you had to give yourself a few moments to verify that this wasn't a dream. 

"Are you going? Am I going?" you sleepily murmured, really hoping that neither of you had to leave just yet.

"No, I was just going to get a coffee and I was wondering if you wanted anything from any of the shops? Snacks, drinks, maybe a blanket from somewhere. Whatever you want." he said, taking his hand off of your shoulder and shoving it back into his pocket. 

"Just a coffee, please. Might perk me up," you told him, and he nodded before turning and walking off in the direction of the shops. It would be a miracle if they had any coffee left after hours of people waiting in the airport, but Carlos went knew that he needed to try. 

He went to a few coffee shops, most of them not having anything caffeinated and only soft drinks. Eventually, though, he found a very small cafe tucked away in the corner. Thankfully, they had a few coffees left, so Carlos ended up buying 2 coffees and 2 waters. 

It was harder than expected to locate you in the rows upon rows of seats, since there were many people who looked like you from the back. But, some intuition that he had sent him in the direction of where you were. And there he spotted you. Yes, it was only the back of your head, but he knew it was you. 

"Here you go," he announced, holding the to-go cup out to you. You took it from him with a grateful smile. He also fished out a water from his pocket, handing it out to you.

"Thank you," you said, sipping at the coffee. It was slightly too hot, burning your throat as it went down. The bitterness was welcome however, and you could already feel the caffeine seeping into your bloodstream. "That is perfection,"

"It's funny what something so simple can do, eh? Just a cup of bean water can make all the difference," he chuckled, and the sound was so infectious. It made the hustle and bustle of the stagnant airport seem a little less strange.

Just as Carlos finished his sentence, the chair next to him was vacated. The man who was originally sat in it was on the phone and was not looking pleased. It was probably his wife, asking where the hell he was. Carlos was quick off the mark, sitting down in it quickly before anyone else got any bright ideas after eyeing up the spot. 

"There we go. Now we both have some rock hard plastic to sit on," he laughed, stretching his long legs out in front of him. For a while, the two of you were talking. You had lent him your power bank to charge his phone, and his texts to his family finally went through. 

"Well would you look at the time," you declared, checking your phone and seeing that it was five minutes to midnight. Christmas was right on the horizon, and you weren't going to be seeing your family any time soon. Or opening presents. Or having dinner with them. 

"Huh, looks like we'll be spending the majority of Christmas in this airport. Or we can get a hotel room. Well, I... not we, I meant me and you can have separate ones, I'm not trying to-" he stuttered, and it was strange to see him so rattled after being so composed over the last few hours. 

"I know what you meant, Carlos. Don't worry. But I want to be on the first available flight home, so I will wait it out right here." you said, and he nodded in agreement. What you didn't know was that, if you were getting a hotel room, so was he. If you weren't, he wasn't either. 

"Me too." he agreed, checking his watch to see that there was now only 3 minutes until Christmas day. His family were all asleep in their beds, aware of his turmoil, yet comfortable while you were stuck. 

He felt guilty that he wasn't going to be there like he had promised. He was away all year, and the one time he always promised to be there, he wasn't. If he was being fair to himself, this was the first time that he had never been home for Christmas in his entire career, so his track record was pretty good. 

You were thinking the same thing about your own family. There was nothing you wanted more than to teleport to your room and head downstairs to open presents and celebrate with the people you loved more than anything else in this world.

Checking the time once again, you opened your phone just in time to watch the clock strike midnight. "Merry Christmas, Carlos," you said, sincerely smiling at him. There were much worse ways to be spending Christmas trapped in an airport, that was for sure. You had lucked out with a handsome, kind and likely rich Spanish casanova.

"Feliz Navidad, Y/N." he said, and you couldn't help but feel the butterflies spark at the Spanish. And the blush on your cheeks had totally given you away. He liked seeing you flustered. And this wasn't a bad way to spend Christmas, and neither of you wanted to spend it like this again.

But, the ghost of Christmas future had a better idea. Well, they had a better idea for a few things. The scenario? No. The setting? No way. The person? Hell yes. The future was already setting paths out for both of you, and all you had to do was choose to walk down it.

A/N - Merry Christmas my darlings! I know, I have been dead to the world for a month and a bit, but the inspiration was on a low down. Or a complete zero. Alas, that does not mean that I was going to allow myself to not get a Christmas special out! I might have missed every other holiday, but I will not let myself miss this years! Also, the FIFTH part to the Lando series will be out later today as a little further Christmas present. So, merry Christmas to those who celebrate, have an equally wonderful day to those who don't, and thank you for all of the support this year. I hope I can be more consistent next year, but I am not making any promises.

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hand in mine — lee seokmin | 1,550 words | fluff

slightly inspired by my friend and their partner, i didn't know it was possible for two people to be so in love :') here's just...dk being sappy. sappy dk.

gender neutral reader. warnings: bonus pov?

dokyeom swears you're like a portable human charger.

when he's away, whether it's because he's still in practice or because he's on tour or even when he's at his parents' place, a single phone call from you is enough to lift his spirits to get him through the rest of the day. weekends spent at each other's places together are almost enough to convince him to just become an apartment hermit.

it's been true for ages — and it's true again, tonight.

or it will be, if you'll stop talking to one kim mingyu.

dokyeom's getting antsier the longer you stand there talking to mingyu, nodding along to something he's telling you. can't it wait till tomorrow? doesn't mingyu see he's in dire need of recharging?

now he knows mingyu's not telepathic, but somehow the younger man realizes dokyeom's staring at the two of you, so he finishes whatever he's saying with a nod towards where dokyeom's sitting. you follow his gaze and smile when you see dokyeom, who swears his heart melts a little, right there.

but then you stop to greet joshua, chatting with him for a minute (a whole minute, in this economy?) before you're standing right next to dokyeom.

he stretches his arms out to you. you bend down, letting him wrap himself around you the best he can. it's good, but it's not enough. he lets go only to tug at your hand. "sit down."

you look around. "there's no place, kyeomie. i don't mind standing."

he frowns at you. "i mind. you can sit in my lap."

you give him a look. "in front of your friends? i'd rather not."

dokyeom pouts. "they're your friends, too."

"of course i know that, baby. but they don't ever stop teasing us, do they?"

"ugh. they'll make fun of me, not you. please?"

you run a hand through his hair. "i don't want them to make fun of you, either."

he huffs. "fine. c'mere," he mumbles, scooting to give you some more space. you go willingly this time, settling yourself into the minimal space next to him. it's not easy when there's already thirteen of them in a room, but he manages to nudge chan away to give you some more space.

"hi," you whisper, letting him throw his hand around your shoulder to pull you closer. "missed you today."

dokyeom pulls back to look at you. he feels almost shy to have all your attention on him, silly as it sounds. "just today?" he asks, grinning when you roll your eyes. "you got here safely?"

you nod, leaning up to press a kiss to his nose. "perfectly. there was way lesser traffic than i expected."

"good."

you snuggle into dokyeom's side, stretching your legs out next to his. this is always his favourite place to be — because he can have your words be all for his ears only.

but then he frowns when he sees your outfit — a shirt and a pair of shorts. he takes off his jacket and drapes it across your legs despite your protests.

"you should've worn something warmer," he frowns. you're never good with the cold, and you're not going to be comfortable with the way more than half the members need the air conditioning to be switched on at all times.

"i was almost ready to go to bed, kyeomie," you explain, adjusting the jacket on yourself nonetheless. "i wouldn't be here if shua didn't call me. thank you, though. how was your day?"

dokyeom sighs. he doesn't want to talk about his day when he's been living through it for the entirety of...well, the day, but he has to say something for you. "not...the best," he concedes, resting his head on your shoulder.

"do you want to go home soon?" you ask, your hand finding his, tracing random patterns on his skin. the tingles help ground him.

he shrugs. "i don't know."

it's true, as much as he hates it. he doesn't want to leave because it'll end up breaking up the party — it always so happens that the first person to leave is the catalyst for most others to start wrapping things up, unwittingly. he doesn't want to be a party pooper, but at the same time, he's had a long day. it's like he's been aware of every single second he's been awake, and it's exhausting.

"okay," you say simply. "let's stay for a while more. it's not like we're in a rush. and i know how hard you worked today."

dokyeom closes his eyes at that. he knows he's done well, today being one of those days where he's genuinely looking for the end, but hearing it from you makes it much better. "yeah?"

"yeah," you affirm, hand rising to comb gently through his hair again, left open now that he's discarded his beanie. "i love you, kyeom. so much. it's still hard to put it into words sometimes."

he snuggles a bit more into you at that, slightly satisfied when seungkwan chucks a piece of popcorn at him from the bed, telling you both to stop being so cheesy. he feels even better when you throw it back at seungkwan, letting out a triumphant ha! when it hits him on the knee.

he loves you.

there's no bottom to that endless truth. he's somewhat loved you ever since he first saw you, drawn to the way your sense of humour was so close to his, and the somewhat turned into a definitely the more he got to know you.

dokyeom isn't half of anything — he's all of himself, lee seokmin, content with the way he is except for a few gripes here and there, but you complete him in a way he didn't know any person could.

he's not worried about you leaving him — there's no way either of you are letting that happen. it's more about not knowing who he is without you, now that your lives are so intertwined.

"stop," you mumble, your grip on his hair tightening slightly.

"stop what?"

"thinking. about whatever you are. i told you i love you and i'm not going anywhere."

the haze he's in almost clears a bit at that. "how did you— i didn't—"

"you always get so pensive when you're tired, did you know? i should record you some time. it's like there's a philosopher hidden inside you."

pensive? when he's tired?

"i love you normally," he blurts out, scared at the insinuation that he thinks about how much you mean to him only when he's vulnerable like this.

you're not saying anything back, though. you're just smiling at him.

"what," he asks, breaths a bit shallow.

"i know," you press, hand lifting his to show the ring that sits on his fourth finger. "i love you normally, too."

dokyeom lets out a chuckle. he still can't believe it's possible to love someone this much.

"now let me get you home and help you get some sleep, okay?" you ask, punctuating your question with a tug to his chin. "the others will understand."

as if you have to ask him. he'll go wherever you take him, no questions asked.

joshua can see the change in dokyeom's eyes the moment you walk into the room.

the conversation doesn't stop; mingyu and jun are still arguing about how mingyu should stop taking inspiration from jeonghan when it comes to board games and cheating. jeonghan has a proud smile on his face. wonwoo and minghao have zoned out entirely, too busy with their phones to acknowledge the little fight going on. the others are busy eating or ordering more food or arguing about which movie to watch next.

there's just one person missing from the chaos.

dokyeom's sitting on the floor under the window, entirely in his own world, constantly checking his phone and looking at the door, shutting his eyes for a minute before repeating his actions.

joshua would've poked fun at him if he didn't know how tired dokyeom already was today. a particularly tiring day, especially with a comeback practice they'd just gotten back from, and a going seventeen shoot in which dokyeom had been on the losing team. even though he doesn't like to show it, joshua knows dokyeom is somewhat upset over not winning.

but the moment you walk into the room, it's like a switch has been flipped. dokyeom sits up straighter, the neutral expression on his face morphing into a tired but real smile. he holds his hands out to you and pouts when you stop to greet all the other members first, shaking hands with them or giving them a quick side hug.

joshua pulls you close with ease. "thanks for making it here on such short notice."

"are you seriously thanking me for that?"

"i mean...he really needs to see you. today hasn't been his day."

you look over at your husband for a moment. "i could tell. his texts were pretty dry."

"right? now go get your lover boy. he's been moping all evening long."

you wrinkle your nose at the term, just like he expected you to, but you nod and make your way to dokyeom.

joshua turns away when dokyeom gives you a dopey, lovesick grin. he'll let the teasing go for tonight.

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[queen-of-deans-booty]

Don't Fight It

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.3k

Warnings: angst, gun violence, murder, fluff

Request by @jessicalynnann: Dean standing by a window and he is a multi millionaire mob boss… any ways. Standing by the window with a glass of whiskey waiting for the reader who he keeps denying his feelings for…. Any ways her best friend calls says that someone is bothering the reader and won’t leave them alone. Well he rushes down and saves the reader after he finds her in the alley almost being attacked and then he confesses everything 😂☺️

Summary: You work for not only a successful businessman but also a man who does less than legal things in his spare time. He hopes to never have to bring you into that side of his life but when your ex makes an appearance, he has no choice but to use his deadly skills to get you out of trouble alive.

Square Filled: “it’s not an addiction. it’s a coping mechanism.” (2023) for @spnaubingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

x

Never in your professional career have you ever been late except for today. Your car didn’t want to start this morning so you had to jumpstart it using a portable charger you had lying around from the last time your brother was staying with you. He claims he forgot it but you know he left it there intentionally. He’s always looking out for you whether you want him to or not.

You walk into work clutching your purse and water cup to your chest as you make your way to your desk. Due to the darkness coming from underneath your boss’ door, you assume he’s not in right now. Thank God. You don’t have to confront him after being late. You quickly get settled in and immediately pull up your emails to see what kind of day you’re going to have today.

As the personal assistant to the CEO of Winchester Industries, you always have a lot on your plate. There is seldom any time for yourself at work which is a good thing because that means the day goes by faster. You admire Dean for what he does and the impact he has made not only on the town you live in but in towns across America. He is involved with environmental technologies, medical devices, and the telecommunications sector. He cares so much about the environment that he develops equipment that helps farmers, medical devices mostly for animals, and strengthens the telecommunication sector across America.

He had an idea one day and decided to do something about it instead of waiting for someone else to do it. Now, he’s one of the richest men in the country because of it.

Speaking of the devil, when Dean walks out of the elevator, you’re already halfway through your emails.

“Good morning, Y/N,” he drawls.

“Good morning, Dean.”

“Hey, did you happen to get the contracts for--”

“Already on your desk.”

“What about the proposal for--”

“Already done, waiting for your seal of approval. I also have reached out to Phoenix Zoo and set up a Zoom meeting at ten since their medical equipment broke for their gorilla.”

Dean leans against your desk with a sexy smirk on his face. What you wouldn’t give to see that smirk behind closed doors. If you put aside the fact that you’re his personal assistant, there is one reason why you shouldn’t fall for a man like Dean Winchester. He’s a successful CEO but you know he’s involved with shady shit on the side. You’re not sure what his deal is but you know it isn’t legal. You turn a blind eye to the many times he’s come into work with bloodstains on his stark white shirt.

Maybe you should run. Any sane, logical person would but you’ve never been the one to listen to that side of you.

“What would I do without you?”

“Cry, maybe. This business would crumble without me.”

“Don’t I know it,” he chuckles.

“So, I have two interviews coming in today, both for the marketing department, Dalton Martinez wants to schedule a meeting with you, and--”

“How about this,” he cuts you off, “you take care of the interviews today and I’ll take care of everything else.”

“Okay.”

He walks into his office and you can’t help but watch him leave. He’s such a good-looking man that it’s hard not to fall for his charm. You tried asking what he does in his free time when you saw his bloody shirt for the first time but he refused to talk about it. You haven’t asked him about it since even though you want to.

The two interviews come and go and now you’re stuck at your desk replying to emails, drafting up contracts for Dean, and planning his next work trip. Right when the clock strikes twelve, Dean comes out of his office without his jacket on. He rolled his sleeves up to his elbows, and you vermouth waters at the sight of his white shirt stretching across his broad chest.

“Hey, are you busy for lunch?”

“No.”

“Want to have lunch with me? I’ll be stuck in this office all day.”

“Sure,” you smile. You log out of your computer and grab your lunch bag from the fridge you have underneath your desk. You pass by one of the other ladies on the floor and she tsks when you approach her desk. “What?”

“Be careful not to get involved with him.”

“I’m not. It’s just lunch.”

You walk into Dean’s office who is standing by this floor-length windows with a glass of whiskey in hand.

“Don’t tell me that glass is your lunch.”

“No.” He walks over to his desk, reaches into the mini-fridge, and pulls out a meatball sandwich he made before coming to work. “So, tell me about your day.”

You eye the glass of whiskey on his desk. “Maybe we should talk about your day. Addiction can ruin someone’s life.”

“It’s not an addiction. It’s a coping mechanism.”

“Want to talk about it?”

“I’d rather talk about you. Any plans this weekend?”

“I might need something stronger than water if I’m going to talk about that,” you chuckle.

“Don’t let me stop you.”

You get up and pour yourself a strong drink before downing it in one go. That will be a mistake later but you don’t care. You pour yourself another glass before sitting back down across from him.

“Let me know if this is unprofessional but I haven’t had a date in two years. In the last relationship I was in, he tried to have me killed. I come from very old money but I like to work hard for what I have instead of using what my family gives me every week.”

“I understand,” Dean nods, leaning back in his chair as he listens intently.

“When my ex-boyfriend found out about my money, he wanted it. He wanted to be rich and powerful, but I realized that all he ever wanted from me was money. I was done giving it to him so I broke things off which is when he tried to kill me. I tried to move on but he’s always there to ruin things for me. I kind of gave up on romance and having friends. So, the answer to your question is no, I don’t have any plans this weekend. He won’t let me.”

“What’s his name?”

“Like I’m going to tell you that,” you scoff. “Don’t think I don’t know you’re into some shady shit. I might not know what you do in your free time but I know it’s not legal.” He raises an eyebrow at you. “Am I wrong?”

“No,” he shakes his head.

“Don’t worry about me. I can handle him, but it’d be really nice if I could just wake up one day and feel free.”

Dean leans forward and rubs his hands together. All he can think about is your life in danger and the mere thought sends him into a rage.

“Listen to me. I want you to call me any time of the day and I will help you if you need it.” You nod. “I need you to promise me.”

“Okay, I promise.”

“Cherry is my safe word.”

You immediately choke on your water and almost spit it out on the ground. You cough as you try to regain your composure while Dean watches with an amused look.

“Excuse me?” you cough.

“When someone I know is in danger, they tell me cherry and I know to drop everything for them. That includes you, too.”

“I don’t think I’ll need it,” you clear your throat, “but I promise to use it if I do.”

The rest of the day goes by smoothly and without issue. Dean has been working hard to get everything done before his work trip to Europe, and you’re working hard to make sure he has everything he needs. He asked you to come but you haven’t given him an answer yet. A whole trip with Dean by yourself? That’s a mistake waiting to happen but it would be nice to go to Europe for a week.

Every day for the remainder of the week, you and Dean have lunch in his office and talk about anything and everything. If you didn’t know him as your boss, you two would have made such great friends… maybe something more. He’s leaving for Europe on Monday so you have at least three days to give him an answer on if you’re going or not. Everything will be paid for so all you have to do is show up at the airport at four in the morning if you want to go.

Maybe…

Friday comes around and you’re staying a bit later than normal to finalize everything he needs for his trip. It’s past eight when you finally get done and you shut your computer down for the weekend. Dean is still in his office when you leave, and you head to the carport where your car is. You’re looking at your phone and not paying attention when someone steps in your way. You stop feeling a set of eyes on you and you look up to see your ex-boyfriend at the entrance of the carport.

“Hey, Y/N, long time no see,” he grins.

You immediately turn and head back to work when you see two of his friends blocking that way. The only way you’re going to get out of this is to use the alleyway next to the building. If you can cut through it, you’ll be on the other side of the carport where your car is. You might be able to make it if you’re quick. Elijah must know what you’re going to do because he starts walking over to you. You jump into action and sprint into the alley with your phone clutched in your hand.

Cherry! Cherry! CHERRY!

You almost run into Elijah because you’re texting Dean, and you nearly fall on your ass while stumbling away from him.

“Why are you running from me? I just want to talk.”

You look behind you and see his two friends right blocking the only other way out of the alley. You turn back to Elijah and notice something black glinting in his hands. He has a gun. Your heart starts to race but you force yourself to keep a clear head.

“What do you want, Elijah? I made myself clear the last time I saw you. I don’t want anything to do with you. Please leave.”

“I will when you give what you owe me.”

“What I owe you?”

“You know the trouble you caused the day you left me? You know me pretty well so you know I don’t tolerate bratty behavior. I think two million dollars will make me forget how you left me. Right, boys?”

One of his friends steps to your back and you freeze in fear when you feel his hot breath on your neck.

“Look at her, Eli, she looks like she’s about to cry,” he grins.

“She’s always been a crybaby.”

“I don’t have what you’re asking. Just leave me alone.” His friend grabs your hand and yanks your head back. “You son of a bitch!”

“Give me what I want and I’ll get out of your hair,” Elijah says and steps closer to you.

“Until you need your next fix, huh? Bite me,” you growl.

His friend lets your hair go and steps back to allow Elijah to deal with you.

“Leave her alone.”

All four of you look at the entrance of the alley to see Dean standing there with a deadly look on his face. He came. He got your message and he’s here. You’re scared that Elijah is going to hurt him even though Dean doesn’t seem the type to be scared of a gun.

“Beat it, old man,” Elijah growls.

“I don’t think you heard me,” Dean chuckles. “Get. Away. From. Her.”

“Yeah? What are you going to do about it?” Elijah waves his gun around and you stiffen in fear. “You don’t know what you’re dealing with so just leave before you get put into a body bag.”

“It’s you who will leave in a body bag. Not me.”

Dean takes out a gun from his suit jacket and points it at Elijah. Your ex panics and jumps behind you to use you as a shield, and he presses the barrel of the gun into the side of your head.

“Yeah? What about now?”

“Dean,” you whimper in fear.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’m very good at what I do.”

“Get back! I’ll shoot her!” Elijah yells. “She’ll be dead and it’ll be because of you!”

Dean aims his gun at Elijah and pulls the trigger. The shot causes both of his friends to scatter knowing you’re not worth the trouble. Blood sprays on your neck just as you scream in terror. Elijah’s grip on you loosens and he falls back onto the ground. You’re about to fall yourself but Dean is quick to catch you. You’re shaking like a leaf in his arms, and he uses the sleeves of his white shirt to wipe the blood off your neck.

“You’re safe, sweetheart.” You look around frantically, having not heard him. “You’re in shock right now but you’re safe. I didn’t shoot you.”

“What?” you ask and finally look at him.

“I didn't shoot you. You’re safe. He will never bother you again.” You try to look at your ex on the ground behind you but Dean grabs the sides of your face to stop you from doing so. “I told you, I’m very good at my job.” You put your head on his chest and cry, and he smooths down your hair. “Do you live alone?”

“Yeah.”

“Not tonight, you won’t. You’ll stay with me.”

“Okay,” you whisper.

“Come on, sweetheart. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

“Thank you,” you say as Dean is bringing you back to his office.

“You don’t ever have to thank me. I will always be here if you need me.”

Yeah, falling for him is inevitable. It’s going to happen whether you want it to or not so may as well run with it instead of fight it.

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[shy2-29]

Two Of You | (new year’s special) l.hs

pairing: lee heeseung x reader(s) 🤔

wc: 1:5k

synopsis: you usually get off work around 9:00pm, but that isn’t the case today. Heeseung is constantly worrying about you at home, and he keeps telling himself your phone died because you’re not texting or answering him back, and that you’re probably catching up with an old friend. Finally, you come back from work, extra clingy. But is it really you?

authors note: never written any horror so I hope you guys like this 😣

warning: not proof read, tension, identity fraud, swearing, lying, panic, horror, potential kidnapping and I guess that’s it 🤷‍♀️

He keeps telling himself that your phone probably died and you’re catching up with an old friend or something and you probably forgot. Although it was unlike you, that’s what he kept trying to convince himself of. Suddenly, he hears the doorbell ring. It’s you, it must be you.

You arrive home a bit later than expected, finding Heeseung already waiting for you at the door. As soon as you see him, you call out his name and embrace him in a tight hug. "I'm really sorry I'm late," you say, a hint of apology in your voice.

"I had some catching up to do with an old friend at work. Hope you weren't too worried." Heeseung's face relaxes as he feels your arms surrounding him, the worry fading as he realizes the reason behind your tardiness.

Heeseung hugs you tighter, inhaling the scent of your hair and savoring the feeling of having you in his arms once again. In response to you, he finally mutters a soft, "I'm glad you're safe."

His voice is both a sigh of relief and a gentle whisper against your hair. He hesitates, then adds quietly, "Just.. Please, next time, let me know if you'll be late. You kind of worried me."

You pull back from the hug and see the slight relief wash over Heeseung's face. With a smile, you promise to keep him updated next time. "I swear I'll let you know," you assure him. "My phone died, so I guess I'll have to carry a portable charger from now on," you add with a chuckle, watching as a faint smile forms on his lips.

In that moment, an intense urge washes over you to shower him with a kiss, even though the timing feels a bit awkward. Heeseung seems taken aback, but then a smile appears, warming the space between you.

Heeseung feels a pleasant shiver run down his spine as you pull back from the hug, his arms still encircling your waist. The relief on his face is apparent as you promise to keep him updated in the future. He chuckles slightly at your excuse about your phone dying, his lips turning up in a small smile.

Suddenly, he registers the intense look in your eyes, seeing the desire to kiss him despite the moment feeling a bit out of place. As he processes the situation, a hint of surprise flickers on his face, but it quickly softens as he grins in response.

You look into Heeseung's eyes, your voice filled with tenderness and affection. "I love you," you whisper, the words hanging in the air with an underlying intensity. Your gaze bores into his, a mixture of emotions flickering across your face.

There's a hint of obsessiveness in your tone, as if the depth of your love has crossed the line into an almost unhealthy territory.

Heeseung's heart skips a beat at your words, his name falling off your lips in a whisper laced with love and affection. A rush of emotion floods through him, his eyes locked on yours as you hold his gaze.

There's an undeniable tenderness in your tone, but there's something else beneath it, a hint of possessiveness and possibly even obsession that catches him off guard. He notices the shift in your demeanor, the way your eyes hold onto his with an intensity that borders on unhealthy.

Heeseung takes a moment to collect his thoughts, feeling the weight of your words and the undercurrent of possessiveness that's seeping through.

After a moment, he gently breaks the silence, his voice filled with concern and a hint of curiosity. "Y/N, do you remember that time my sister slept over?"

Your smile widens as you take his hand in yours, gently brushing your thumb over his knuckles. "Of course I do," you assure him, your voice holding a hint of playful banter.

But there's a subtle flicker of unease in Heeseung's eyes, realizing that something doesn't quite add up. He doesn’t have a sister, and the real y/n would already know that. The realization causes a pang of confusion and suspicion to grow inside him.

Heeseung observes your widening smile, his heart starting to race. Your hand wraps over his, your thumb softly rubbing over his knuckles, and he forces a small smile to return your gesture.

But as your affirmation rings through the air, an uneasy feeling settles in his gut. He casts a confused glance at you, his mind already churning with thoughts. "But..." He trails off, his voice tinged with doubt. "I don't have a sister."

Your smile falters momentarily, your eyes narrowing slightly. A flicker of surprise and realization passes through your gaze as you register Heeseung's words.

You attempt to hide your unease, shrugging nonchalantly as if it's just a silly mistake. "Oh, really?" you reply, your tone laced with a hint of feigned ignorance. "Maybe I was thinking of something else."

He can sense the subtle shift in your demeanor, your smile faltering momentarily before you quickly mask it with nonchalance. Heeseung's suspicion grows as you shrug off the error, noticing the hint of feigned ignorance in your tone.

But a part of him still wants to give you the benefit of the doubt. "Are you sure?" he probes gently, his voice gentle but carrying a hint of underlying worry. "You seemed pretty certain just now."

Heeseung reaches into his pocket to retrieve his phone, feeling the familiar buzz against his fingertips. He glances at the screen, about to answer the call, when the harsh command cuts through the room.

"Don't answer that."

Heeseung’s heart stops, the command catching him off guard.

Your commanding tone sends a shiver down his spine, and the seriousness in your eyes catches him off guard. He holds his phone, his hand momentarily frozen as he listens to your unexpected command. "Why not?" he asks, his voice laced with surprise and a hint of caution.

"Don't you fucking dare answer that phone call, Lee Heeseung," you repeat, the command tinged with a hint of possessiveness and darkness. It's a different side of you that Heeseung hasn't witnessed until now.

Heeseung's eyes widen slightly at the forceful tone and the possessiveness evident in your words. A shiver runs down his spine, and there's a hint of fear mixed with confusion in his voice as he responds.

"But I..." He trails off, unsure of what to say. He glances at his phone, the screen still lit up with an awaiting call.

Heeseung fishes his phone out of his pocket, glancing at the caller ID. To his surprise, the name "y/n" shines back at him. But it doesn't make sense—you're standing right in front of him, so how could it be possible?

He feels like his heart stop as a sense of unease wash over him as he looks up at you, his eyes searching your face for an explanation.

"I told you not to take out your phone, Heeseung,” you snap, your tone growing colder and more impatient. There's a sense of possessiveness in your voice that surprises even yourself, like a primal instinct you can't control.

Heeseung can sense the shift in your demeanor—the way your tone grows sharp and your words become more demanding—and it sends another shiver down his spine. "I don't understand," he responds quietly, the confusion now laced with a bit of fear.

The tension in the air thickens as Heeseung struggles to make sense of the situation. The possessiveness in your voice is becoming increasingly apparent, and he can feel the shift in your personality.

He swallows hard, his heart beating faster as he speaks, "Why are you acting like this?" he asks, his voice laced with a mixture of confusion and fear.

The realization dawns on Heeseung like a bucket of cold water; you're not the real y/n, yet how could this be possible?

The confusion and fear swirling in his mind suddenly click into place, making everything he's experienced so far fall into place. His eyes widen as he takes a small step back, his voice shaky as he tries to form words. "Who the fuck are you…?"

Heeseung's head jerks towards the front door at the sound of your familiar voice, followed by the words "Heeseung, I'm home."

The contrast between the two voices, yours and the real y/n's, causes his heart to race even faster, his mind trying to process the two versions of you. He takes another step back, his eyes darting back and forth between the two of you, torn between fear and disbelief.

“What the hell…?"

WHY THIS LWK KINDA GOOD THOUGH 🙏🙏🙏

[yuwuta]

Is childhood friends to lovers with Satoru valid? ‼️

Fav trope tbh

ALWAYS VALID!!! best trope imo….. so many ways this could go with him……

one of the best things about a non-curse childhood friends to lovers au with satoru is the ability to explore the fact that he’s actually a genius and absolutely a loser, just a handsome and charming one so people overlook his loser-ish tendencies/he’s the nerd that makes being a nerd cool.... by all metrics you’re more “popular” than satoru is. you’re not a mathlete, you’re not in the chemistry club, you don’t make nationals at chess or judo, and you don’t spend your afternoons burying your head in a gameboy playing digimon; plus, you’re not nearly as insufferable as he is when it comes to interacting with other people. this doesn’t make satoru feel bad in any way, he always says he has to surround himself with the best people, and you’re proof of that; you’re pretty and smart and students and teachers like you and you’re his best friend—you’re proof that satoru is incredible. 

he blames you for why he ends up being so needy. you’re the one that stuck by him even when he was causing problems or starting fights or picking on smaller kids (his growth spurt is really. not good for anyone), you’re the one who pinched his ear and jabbed his side and told him to get his head out of his ass and made sure he wasn’t completely unbearable. you’re the one who remembered to bring a portable charger for his gameboy when you guys took trips into the city for the day, and you’re the one who kept playing for him when he was mid-battle but really had to use the bathroom. you’re the one who always answered his calls at ass o’clock in the morning when he needed to ramble about whatever, or couldn’t sleep, or was begging you to let him drag you downtown to some niche pop-up store opening because, “you don’t get it they’re releasing limited edition flavors of their best selling mochi! we HAVE to be in line three hours before hand if we want to get any!” he was supposed to just be a regular old loser, but you came along and gave him standards and friendship and intimacy and now you must reap what you’ve sewn, he is your responsibility now.

satoru doesn’t realize just how much you’ve spoiled him until college/grad school, when he thinks other people wanna hear him nerd out about his shows or games or hobbies and they only endure it because he’s ridiculously beautiful. he’s kinda slow to this pattern at first, but once he catches it, he flops onto your bed, lamenting about how his beauty is blinding and you see the true him. you tease him about how he’s technically admitting that you see him as ugly, and he borderline starts crying and weeping, and honestly he likes to mess with you, but he doesn’t know why he needs to hear you admit that he’s handsome out loud, but he doesn’t let it go until you’re laughing and giving up, “okay, okay, i’m kidding satoru. you’re a very pretty princess and your suitors should want your hand for your personality, too.” and if you thought satoru wasn’t normal before that, you were wrong; something in him short circuits that day and it takes him approximately three-business weeks of ruminating and pouting and running equations in his head and reading research papers on emotions and the brain and attraction and it doesn’t come to him until he’s in the middle of his lecture, and he stops spinning his pencil so abruptly and breaks it in half and says to himself, out loud, “i’m in LOVE with her??” true loser lover behavior. 

[according2thelore]

do you ever think about the fact that soulless sam kept the samulet? because i do. all the time.

we know from the show that dean doesn’t know sam kept the amulet until S11. check.

we know that dean didn’t know sam was alive after he jumped into the cage, and so sam didn’t go back to get any of his old belongings from dean. check.

the fact that sam still has the amulet means it was in his duffle/belongings, which dean kept the year sam was gone. makes sense. check.

but when they get back together, and sam has access to his things again, he keeps the amulet.

this is a soulless man, who looks at dean and feels nothing. he tolerates his concern, barely, but he’s more annoyed than anything at his constant attempts to “get sammy back.”

but he keeps the fucking amulet!! this man travelled for a year with the things he can keep in a backpack. he’s not attached to physical items because he doesn’t care for them. he doesn’t care for people.

and after a year of hard living, of living completely light and portable, presumably starting over more than once if shit got too hot to go back and get his things—HE MADE THE CONSCIOUS DECISION TO KEEP THE AMULET!!!

i’m sure it wasn’t an “aw. okay.” moment, but it sure as hell was a moment with sam indexing his bag, seeing the amulet tucked amongst his clothes or rolled into a tube of socks or pressed under the lining and leaving it! a sam who was not planning on getting his soul back and wouldn’t mourn it if it were gone!

he doesn’t wear it or bring it up, so it doesn’t fall into the hedonistic/“i like nice things” category that the charger falls into. it doesn’t serve a functional purpose.

i think sam kept it for the same bland contentment he shows when dean hugs him. just “okay.” that’s it. something is “right” about this, about existing in this state.

i’m sure his chest seized around something that was supposed to be there when he looked at it. there’s an inexplicable rightness to having the amulet close. thinking about it annoys sam, so he doesn’t think about it.

maybe he considered throwing it away, and dug it out of the motel trash 20 minutes later, angry and not knowing why.

HE KEPT IT!!! SOULLESS SAM KEPT THE SAMULET!!! SAM WITHOUT A SOUL STILL KEPT SOMETHING THAT “DIDN’T MEAN ANYTHING” TO DEAN!!! BECAUSE IT STILL MEANT SOMETHING TO HIM!!!!

[rebelliousstories]

I Know Now

Relationship: Spencer Reid x Reader

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Request: No

Warnings: Angst, Light Fluff

Word Count: 1,032

Main Masterlist: Here

Criminal Minds Masterlist: Here

Part One: Did You Know?// Part Three: Somebody Knows// Part Four: What We Know

Summary: When it comes time for Reid to come home, everyone is happy. Everyone except the one person he wants to see more than anyone else.

“Cherish every moment with those you love, because tomorrow is never promised.” - Unknown

Spencer had no idea what was going on as he was brought into the visitors room. He was not sure what was going on, but within a few minutes, he got his answer. Jennifer walked into the room with a teary smile on her face as she looked at her best friend.

“We’re taking you home.” For the first time in three months, Spencer voluntarily touched another human being. Weight was taken off of him as he hugged her close, but he was waiting to see one specific person.

Checking out of the prison felt amazing. He was never going to go back to those walls again if he could help it. Reid dressed in the suit he wore in again, and waited for the gate to be opened. On the other side, he was delighted to see his friends and coworkers. Garcia came up and wrapped him up tightly, to which he smiled at, but as he looked around, he could not help but be disappointed. His wife was nowhere to be seen. Pulling away, Spencer realized that he must have had a confused look on his face because Penelope spoke up.

“We tried to get into contact with her, but she wasn’t answering her phone.” She whispered, ushering the man into the SUV that was awaiting them. With everything happening with his mom, Lindsey, Scratch; the one thing he needed was her to keep him sane.

Penelope gave him a portable battery charger for the drive, because after three months, his phone was definitely not charged enough for a call. Spencer sat impatiently as he waited for the phone to power up. They turned the corner to go into headquarters and he felt relief at seeing the beautiful building again. He thought he would never see it again. Once his phone was online, he immediately began to try and call his wife, only to be met with her voicemail every time.

Jennifer offered to take Spencer by their apartment to check, as Cassie’s phone was also going to voicemail. It was starting to become weird for the team as they tried to piece together the pieces of this puzzle. Spencer stepped inside of his apartment and immediately spotted the scrapbook that was left out in the open. Two pieces from the book were not where they were supposed to be. A picture that he had made of himself and a tightrope walker, and a picture from the very first time that his mom had met his future wife. Spencer remembered that day so clearly after all these years.

“Mom, hey. How are you feeling today?” Spencer spoke softly through the room as he walked inside. Sitting in a chair, facing the window, was his mother. She turned her head at the sound of his voice and was shocked to see her son, and someone behind him.

“Spencer, what a pleasant surprise. I’m feeling okay today. They had pancakes for breakfast so it was a good start. Who’s this?” Diana jumped straight to the point. Stepping to the side, Spencer presented the young lady that was behind him. She gave her full name as she made her way to the elder Reid.

“It’s very nice to meet you, Mrs. Reid. Spencer couldn’t stop talking about you the entire time here.” She held out her hand, and waited, but the older woman only looked at it. Sensing the awkward tension beginning to arise, the younger woman held out the present in her hands towards her boyfriend’s mother.

“Spence told me you weren’t a fan of flowers, or chocolates, or anything of the sort so I thought this would be a good thing to bring.” Diana took the object, and look down inquisitively. In her hands, rested a book. Not just any book, no; this was a gorgeous ornate version of Parliament of Fowls. The same stories she used to read to Spencer as a young boy. Trailing her hands over the cover, she felt the embossing and looked up at the stranger with her son.

“Are you two going to stand forever, or come sit down and join me?” Turning to her boyfriend, she smiled as he walked her over to where two chairs sat side by side.

“Spence, are you okay?” JJ asked, resting a hand on his shoulder. He jolted out of his seat at the touch, causing the woman to step back with her hands up in defense.

“Sorry, sorry,” came his panted breaths, “just realized that these two pictures aren’t where they’re suppose to be.”

“Is there anything significant about them?” She inquired, looking over his shoulder.

The one of him as a child looked unmarked, but turning it around showed him the note in lipstick. XX-XY. However, the other picture was very clearly marked. The same red lipstick was scribbled over his wife’s face and stomach. He knew what the first clue meant, but what on earth did this mean? Spencer stood up abruptly, and went to look around his apartment. There was no sign of his mother or wife all through the humble abode, sending him further and further to the edge. Cassie was not there either, which added another layer to his frayed state already.

It should have been more of a shock to find Cassie dead, and Lindsey on the run, but it was not. At least not to Spencer. This was the natural escalation of things, he supposed. He felt relief when he heard that the victim at the gas station was male; his mother and wife were still alive. But as he sat in the BAU again, trying to crack this case, he kept getting tunnel vision. What was he not seeing? What was alluding him?

When they finally got a break in the case, he was not sure whether or not he was thankful. Because the second that face popped up on the big screen, he felt like he could break it. The screen and the person on it.

“It’s me.”

George Eliot wrote, “Only in the agony of parting do we look into the depths of love.”

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[moonlight-records]

Light Show Surprise | LS2 (HAC #2)

pairing: ls2 x reader

summary: your favorite activity during the holiday season is to go look at the holiday lights. thankfully, Logan knows just what to do.

warning: fluff!

fc: none!

wc: 913

a/n: day 2 of moonlight records holiday advent calendar!

day 1 | current day | day 3

The holiday season can truly be a fun but overwhelming time for people with how much they can do. From ice skating to s’mores making and even movie marathons. Some people prefer to shop or explore. Your favorite part of the holiday season was the light shows. It was the least overwhelming thing. Being able to just go around and look at all the beautiful lights and see how people decorate. Especially light shows.

Like last year when you went to the Jones Beach light show in New York. You were visiting friends and you all had decided at the last minute to go see the light show. The five of you packed into the car and headed down to the beach, getting a bit lost but eventually found the line of cars and booths to pay, which you all laughed about because it was right there how you guys missed it, you don’t know. You pay per vehicle and slowly drive through seeing all the different designs. Some highlights you saw last year were Barbie, dinosaurs, Santa, and some animals through your drive.

Then halfway through you can stop and get out for the rest room and to see the snack area. They have popcorn, hot chocolate, churros, water and more. They have tables and thankfully it’s indoors so it’s warm. Outside they have a makeshift ice rink along with some bonfire stations for s’mores and a giant Christmas tree to take pictures which you and your friends took advantage of. Then you guys hopped back into the car, the sunroof opened (cause your friend insisted on sticking his head out like a dog) before it was over and you guys went off to Applebees for half apps and drinks.

It was a great night. You hope you can do it again sometime.

“Babe!”

“Coming!”

You finish applying your mascara and come downstairs. Logan is standing by the front door and breaks into a grin as you come over. Wrapping his arms around you, he gives you a quick kiss. “Ready to go?”

“Yep!”

“Do you have everything?”

Opening your bag you go through your checklist. “Phone, wallet, keys, portable charger, headphones and gum and since you won’t tell me where we’re going,” you tease, “I think I have everything for tonight.”

“I don’t think so. I think you’re forgetting this.” Logan holds up your coat and you laugh as you put it on. “Now we’re ready.” Pulling back, Logan takes your hand and leads you out.

The car ride is delightful. You get to control the aux and you switch between singing and yapping poor Logan’s ear off as he drives. Logan tells you to close your eyes about five minutes away from the surprise. You do and even cover your eyes with your hands as you start asking questions about the surprise. Logan just laughs and tells you that you’ll find out soon enough.

You keep your eyes covered when the car parks and Logan comes over to help you out of the car. You let Logan gently guide you as you can make out other people talking. It feels like forever when you two finally stop. “Okay,” Logan says, “open your eyes.”

You open your eyes and blinks to adjust for the change of lighting. You gasp softly seeing all the lights around St. Augustine that you can see while standing at the Bay front near Castillo De San Marcos. You turn to Logan, eyes wide in awe. “Logan.” You start, at a loss for words.

“Surprise!” Logan grins.

“Oh Logan, this is wonderful!” You start, “though why are we kind of far?”

“Well, that’s why.” Logan gestures to the red carriage coming forward. The carriage stops in front of you two and Logan quickly talks to the driver to confirm the carriage for them before he climbs in and offers his hand to you before pulling you up. You immediately sit, cuddling up to Logan’s side as you take in the carriage and notice the flowers decorating the back before the carriage starts with a slight jerk as you cuddle in a bit closer.

The carriage was a 30 minute ride. The carriage didn’t go over bridges and really focused on downtown but it gave you two the best view of the lights around St. Augustine. You happily ramble softly to Logan as you take in the sights of the lights. You glance at Logan from time to time, when he points out lights that you missed or any cute dogs he’s spotted on the tour, or just listens to you ramble with the warmest smile.

When the two of you arrive back at the Bayfront Logan helps you out of the carriage before tipping the driver. You wait for Logan before smiling as he takes your hand and starts leading you back towards the lights. “Oh Logan, this is amazing,” you gush as you lean into your boyfriend’s side, smiling up at him.

“Good! I’m glad you enjoyed it.” Logan kisses his forehead, “now come on, we have to snag some photos. I think I improved on my boyfriend's duty of taking photos.”

“You really want to make up for your horrible Thanksgiving post, don’t you?”

“Noooooo…” Logan glances at you and smiles sheepishly, “maybe.”

You can’t help but laugh and steal a kiss from Logan, “you’re so cute and you’re lucky I am feeling such festive joy that we can go take photos.”

Logan grins, “perfect.”

[incorrectbatfam]

Batfam as the bomb they drop on people during normal conversation.

Dick: "I remember one time on patrol—I think it was before I got shot in the head—I followed this funky pigeon to where the entire flock was living inside some old lady's house"

Jason: "I found this jacket after coming back from the dead and added an extra pocket that doubles as a portable charger."

Tim: "My name's Tim, I lost my spleen to assassins, and I'll be your new boss. Welcome to Wayne Enterprises"

Damian: "I remember the faces of all two hundred men I killed. And also the Easter eggs in the Cheese Viking bonus level."

Duke: "You know how Nth metal lets me see into other dimensions? Well get this: I found a bridge that looks exactly like the one I jumped off to get away from the cops only it's on Krypton"

Cullen: "We all have our cringe exes. One of mine was part of a B-list playing card-themed crime family"

Stephanie: "Yeah I slapped Bruce when he came back. He deserved it though"

Cassandra: "Remember when I beat up that guy in the time it took for a grenade to fall on him?"

Barbara: "Throwback to when I led a rebellion against an evil Superman? Wait never mind, that was another universe"

Harper: "My dad didn't fix crap so I had to do it myself. Says a lot about him 'cause this stuff is easy"

Carrie: "I still think the Robin costume is kind of tacky, and not just the Party City one I bought with my lunch money to patrol Gotham"

Kate: "You guys weren't there. That was when I washed up on an island and accidentally caused a civil conflict."

Alfred: "In a different life, I killed the Penguin. Anywho, what would you like for dinner?"

Selina: "I'm not like the other-dimension me. For starters, I don't run a crime ring and I like what I have here a lot better."

Bruce: "Why do I have a Batman budget? Because I'm Batman, next question."

[mixtape-racha]

boyfriend!kim seungmin thoughts

(a/n: this is for @urprincessblog who requested seung's version in my asks!) | sfw and nsfw below the cut

warnings: use of "sir", mentioned sub!seung, public sex, mentioned jeongin

sfw

boyfriend!seungmin who has a whole album in his phone dedicated to .5 pictures of you - especially when you're asleep, at the club or doing tasks

boyfriend!seungmin who sends you a picture every time he sees a dog, and fully expects you to do the same

boyfriend!seungmin who usually finds himself sitting on the floor between your legs when watching tv because he likes it when you mindlessly play with his hair and using your thighs as a pillow is a bonus

boyfriend!seungmin who still makes you a christmas stocking every year because "he needs to stay on top form for when you have kids"

boyfriend!seungmin who makes joint pinterest boards with you for your dream house, car, wedding, etc.

boyfriend!seungmin who has a list on his phone of baby names that he adores, but he'll never tell you about in case you laugh at him

boyfriend!seungmin who changes your name in his phone frequently to whatever stupid nickname he'd made up for you that week

boyfriend!seungmin who hides things around the apartment for you to find at random times - phone charger in the cereal box? tv remote in the fridge? portable charger in the bathroom cabinet? all him

boyfriend!seungmin who whines when you want to watch a musical, but ends up singing along and refuses if you want to turn it off before it finishes

boyfriend!seungmin who makes you a lunchbox every day because he knows that you're prone to forgetting to eat if you're stressed or tired

nsfw

boyfriend!seungmin who has a designated pillow that sits under your hips while he's fucking you !! it never stays on the bed, its usually tucked under so he can grab it when he needs it

boyfriend!seungmin who isn't particularly vocal during sex - usually huffing, groaning, and occasionally letting out a whimper or whine when you clamp down on him

boyfriend!seungmin who pretty much cums on the spot the first time you look up at him all wide and teary eyes, makeup running and said "please, sir, need you to cum inside me"

boyfriend!seungmin who is obsessed with gripping your love handles while he's pounding into you - why would he not take advantage of natural handles given to him so lovingly?

boyfriend!seungmin who has only subbed for you once, and will never admit out loud how much of a rush he got from being a brat and watching you get riled up

boyfriend!seungmin who takes you lingerie shopping and ends up fucking you in the changing room pretty much every single time

boyfriend!seungmin who has a polaroid in his wallet of you on your knees, his cock nestled deep in your throat, and he uses it as visual stimulation when he needs to get off quickly on tour

boyfriend!seungmin who used to pay his roommates to leave so he could fuck you before he got his own room at the new dorm

boyfriend!seungmin who let jeongin fuck you one time and slowly jerked himself off watching, and fantasises about doing it again with each member a different time

boyfriend!seungmin who told you he loved you for the first time while balls deep inside you the first time you had sex, and he nearly cried when you both came

(a/n: scheduled post!)

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[bellzsq]

“Your angry bird”

Y/n and Pablo are new to dating in 2021 and the second game she goes to against PSG gavi gets sent off

Warnings: none just aggression

Y/ns pov

It was 6:30, Pablo had just left his house and got off FaceTime with me.

Yesterday he had bought me his own Barca jersey for me to wear at an important game tonight against PSG.

If you ask Pablo some of his favorite teams to go against he would say PSG in a heartbeat.

I put my gavi Barca jersey with some dark blue American eagle skinny jeans with some leather boots that ended where my calf muscle started on my leg.

Mikky and Anna were coming to pick me up at around 6:45 so I put on another layer of my lipgloss before popping it into my Gucci purse my sister let me borrow.

I made sure I had everything I needed. Pads, tampons, money, lipgloss, house keys, a portable charger and my AirPods.

(Sorry about the pads and tampons part but let’s be realistic 🤷🏻‍♀️🤣)

Once I made sure I had everything I went downstairs to check in the body mirror I had in the hall way.

I made sure nothing was wrong with my outfit before heading outside as I heard a BMW honk.

I locked my doors and walked to the car and got in the backseat.

“Hey girl! You ready for your second game as Pablo’s Girlfriend?” Mikky said as she looked at me from the passenger seat.

My face heated up as I got the label as “Pablo’s girlfriend” but that’s who I was.

“Yeah, people say these matches are chaotic sometimes?” I asked with a hint of question in my tone.

“Mostly. It’s because the biggest players are on these teams so they compete with eachother in a friendly yet enemy way. It’s the fun of the game.” Anna says as she drove out of the drive way.

I nodded “now I understand… they must have good competition then,”

Anna scoffed “oh please, don’t get me wrong those French players are very charming and good but they never compare.”

I laughed softly at her statement.

“And your boyfriend always happens to have beef with hakimi, the team made up a joke that gavi always wants to go for the bigger dude…” mikky says making us all laugh.

(I know gavi probably doesn’t have beef with hakimi but it’s for the joke)

“I can just imagine 5’8 pablo going up against 6 foot Hakimi..” I laughed.

I decided to post on my instagram

Y/n y/l/nnnnn

Y/n y/l/nnnnn His good Good luck charm at tonight match 😉💗 @pablogavi

Mikkykiemeney, siramartinezc & 7,982 others liked.

*creator has turned comments off*

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Once we arrived at camp Nou Anna parked the car and all three of us got out and entered the stadium.

We got our passes and paid before heading to our seats in row 12. Anna was on the end and I was next to Anna with mikky next to me.

20 minutes later the whistle blew and the match started.

I kept thinking of what they told me about Pablo’s fights and deep down it gave me anxiety.

At the middle of the 2nd half Pablo bumped Hakimi and Hakimi got up and pushed him starting up a fight.

Pablo swung at his nose while hakimi got his eye.

Lewandowski. Ferrán Torres and Mbappe broke up the fight as the teams started swarming them and the red blew his whistle as he stuck up a red card for both of them.

They were both sent off and gavi was pissed so he threw his jersey off at Xavi as he hit the seat infront of him in the bench.

“Oh no…” I mumbled as I fiddled with my fingers.

“He is not happy…” mikky whispered to me as she watched the game.

I seen raphinha trying to talk to gavi but I seen him hitting his leg out of frustration and anger.

I was looking at him trying to get eye contact but every time our eyes met for like 1 second he would look away.

I looked over at mikky and said “he’s ignoring me”

“Just give it time frenkie does it all the time he should just need like 20 minutes to like a couple hours to calm down” mikky tells me.

Once the match was over I met Pablo at his car and he was still mad with his head down and we got in the car silently.

“I’m so sorry y/n you shouldn’t have seen any of that… I’m sorry I did that infront of you…” Pablo apologized as he held my hand.

“Pablo it’s okay… is your eye okay? It looks pretty swollen…” I rub my thumb over his swollen eye.

“Yeah, it’s just throbbing right now… I’ll be okay I’m a footballer this is what I signed up for.” He reassured me.

“Can you drive all the way back to your house? You can sleep at mine and I can help take care of you…” I offered and he smirked.

“Yeah, I don’t think I can make it back to my home…” he said in a fake disappointed tone making me laugh.

We started driving and one of my favorite physical touches he did as he turned was put his big hand on my thigh.

Once we got to my home he took a shower in the downstairs shower and I took a shower in my room.

“I think one of your neighbors seen me,” Pablo’s voice said, startling me.

“Pablo,” I breathed out as I put my hand over my heart.

“Sorry I thought you were already changed.” He covered his eyes and turned around getting out of the room shutting the door behind him making me smile at his Cheesiness.

I changed into a random Italy grey crew neck with with loose black shorts and let him in as he was still waiting patiently outside the room waiting for me.

He changed into some pajamas he had here. Pablo wasn’t the kind of man to wear a “onesie” to sleep and have childish pajamas he had sweats and a white shirt and that’s as it.

I got into bed after putting on some moisturizer and brushing my wet hair.

He jumped into my bed with me and grabbed the remote.

“Minions like we talked about?” He raised his eyebrows up and down repeatedly making me laugh and nod.

He turned it on and put the volume up a little.

“Why wouldn’t you look at me when you were on the bench?” I broke the silence.

“I was embarrassed… this is your second match as my girl and I got punched in the eye…” he confessed.

“You don’t need to be embarrassed. I was worried…” I told him as I rubbed my thumb over his hands.

“I know but I wanted your first few games as mine to be memorable and smile when you think about it. I forced Xavi have me in the line up for the next 3 more games just to show off to you..”

My heart melted and my lip quivered as he told me what he felt.

“Pabs… your so cute. You will always impress me and I’ll always be happy with your performance. Even if you just shoot a single penalty and I wouldn’t even care if you would miss. Seeing you do your thing that you love makes me smile.” I explained to him.

I seen him tear up a little as he blinked a few quick 3 times as he looked up at me.

“You really mean that?..” his voice cracked a little.

“Yes, even in 20 years. Together or not I’ll just be like ‘oh remember his first 2 games, Achraf Hakimi and him got into a fight’ that makes me smile. You being you. I don’t care if you don’t play the last 20 minutes of a game…” I rubbed his cheek as we stared into eachothers eyes.

He wiped the tear dripping from his left eye as he sniffled.

“That’s the most meaningful, most beautiful thing anyone has ever said to me…” he told me.

“It’s true Pablo. I’ll always support you and a little yellow card doesn’t disappoint me and it shouldn’t disappoint you either because you did your best.” I kissed him on his pink plump lips.

He squeezed my waist a little as we pulled away.

“I think You are by far the nicest person I’ve ever met in my 17 years of living…” he hugged me against my bed.

“I’m glad… your the cutest and nicest I’ve ever met in my 16 years.” I kissed him.

He smiled softly as our noses touched and we had eye contact.

“My little angry bird, pablito…” I winked at him as I rubbed his sides.

“Your angry bird.” He repeated.

“MY, angry bird.” I kissed him one more time.

[siblingshuffle]

Day 18! “Portable!”

Lore:

So, it turns out I lied about Tango’s lore not being any different :P

I realized that him being a support for Blues still would change him a little, because BLUES is changed a little. So here’s why Tango is the Art of the Day: if Tango was built with Blues in mind and Blues isn’t a fighting robot in this au, then Tango must’ve been built to support him some other way, and with Blues’s biggest personal issue being his core is still dysfunctional, I had the idea that maybe Tango has 2 cores - one he runs on, and one that is used exclusively to power a portable charger.

Blues found this out after not charging well one night and Tango kinda leaping into his arms that morning. Blues, being a cat person, of course gave Tango a bunch of love and attention, when he suddenly noticed his power - which was at like a high 50% at most - was now at 70%.

Now I want you to imagine Blues entering the lab and holding a still-purring Tango up and being like “Dad, what the heck did you put in my cat” & Dr. Light just going “…I guess that means you didn't sleep well?”

[chickenkurage]

(TAWW!Week) DAY 1: NOT REALIZING THEY ARE INJURED 

Artificial Intelligence Alan AU

Summary: Noogai just wants to help people, why does he have to get hit by a car in the process? (He doesn't get paid enough for this shit, as it seems)

Tag/s: Whump, Hurt/Comfort, Major Injuries

One thing Noogai excels at is being attentive to DJ's needs, but he often neglects his own well-being. DJ never fails to remind him to charge his body, warning that one day he might unexpectedly shut down in public.

"Noogai, please, for the love of cursor, charge yourself!" DJ snapped, holding a charger in his hand as he looked down at Noogai, who sat on the floor with Forest on his lap, happily yipping. "I did," Noogai replied, not even sparing a glance as he focused on the TV, a telenovela playing.

DJ groaned, glancing at the TV screen before returning his gaze to Noogai, whose shades reflected the same program he was engrossed in, too absorbed to acknowledge DJ.

As DJ's watch beeped, he let out a groan. "Noogs, you're running low on battery," DJ grumbled, limping towards the other stick. His tender, throbbing leg had slowed him down throughout the day.

The sight of DJ limping caught Noogai's attention. In an instant, Noogai stood up and walked over to him, supporting DJ's weight with his hands on DJ's lower back.

"Thanks, Noogs. My leg is just acting up today," DJ chuckled, wincing slightly as he reached out the back of Noogai's head.

Noogai gladly lowered his head as DJ carefully plugged the charger into his neck, letting out a sigh of relief.

"There, will you stop forgetting to charge yourself? You're always on the brink of shutting down, I swear," DJ huffed as Noogai carefully led him towards the couch, assisting him as he sat down.

"I did charge myself," Noogai said, raising a hand as DJ massaged his leg, feeling the phantom pain of a limb that had never existed in the first place. Out of all things his creator left him, mismatched legs were a constant reminder.

"That was four days ago," DJ added, raising a finger as Noogai hovered above him, unsure of how to assist DJ.

He had attempted to provide DJ with a cane, only to be met with refusal. "Please use a cane next time your leg is hurting," Noogai said, crossing his arms as DJ peered up at him, mimicking Noogai by crossing his arms as well.

"I can't use a cane, Noogs. It makes it harder to move," DJ groaned as Noogai resisted the urge to shake his head, acknowledging his own hypocrisy. After all, he detested charging his body because he loathed hauling around a large box just to remain mobile.

In an attempt to find a solution, Noogai suggested, "A leg brace. Why not create an extension for your leg to keep it straight, so you can avoid bending your knee too much?" Noogai pointed at DJ's leg.

DJ emitted a small noise of acknowledgment before letting out a disappointed groan. "You're right, but I won't be able to do that now, because... well, you know," DJ motioned towards his leg, slowly dragging it back down the floor as he attempted to stand up, with Noogai offering his arm for support.

"Just need to get to my room. Thanks, Noogs," DJ patted Noogai's arm gently as they both hobbled towards DJ's room.

"I should get you a portable battery so you won't have to lug that thing around," DJ chuckled as he watched Alan drop the metal box heavily at the side of his bed.

Noogai remained silent, fetching a hot compress from the nightstand and placing it on DJ's knee before covering him with a blanket. "Get some rest, DJ," Noogai replied, patting DJ's chest as DJ only hummed in response.

"Thanks, Noogs. You take care of me so well," DJ expressed, his voice filled with relief. Noogai didn't reply, observing as DJ removed his glasses and placed them on the nightstand before settling in for rest.

Maybe he should be the one to create DJ's leg brace; it shouldn't be too difficult to find metal and leather in the city. Noogai has visited the city several times, whether to purchase groceries or materials for DJ.

There's usually no in-between; DJ typically instructs Noogai to buy items, and it's not always up to Noogai to decide whether he should go out.

Noogai glanced at the door before shifting his gaze back to the TV and Forest, who was patiently waiting on the carpeted floor.

Watching telenovelas has become his way of passing time, as DJ doesn't require his constant presence around the house, apart from cleaning, monitoring him, and occasionally helping DJ with his robots.

However, DJ often rejects his assistance, claiming that it's unfair to let an AI aid in his work.

Why is that considered cheating, though?

Noogai walked over to the TV, with Forest playfully circling his legs as he turned off the TV. "Stay," Noogai commanded the robot dog, which promptly sat on the floor, its tail wagging as it looked at him.

"Watch over DJ. I'll go out to get something," Noogai stated before abruptly disconnecting the plug from his neck, experiencing a slight sense of detachment. It felt as if he had lost another limb.

Strange. Was he supposed to feel that way?

Noogai gazed at the wire cord, examining it closely, attempting to search his database for any prior encounters with this sensation, only to receive a negative result.

Carefully, Noogai lowered the metal box beside the wall, arranging the cords over it with precision. He then turned towards the front door and exited the house.

Leaving a note was probably unnecessary; DJ was likely still in bed, resting and unlikely to stir. Acquiring the necessary materials wouldn't consume much time either.

Ensuring the front door was securely locked, Noogai set off on his errand, leaving DJ to his slumber, his arm tucked under the pillow, his watch incessantly beeping.

— — — —

The city buzzed with life as usual. Noogai wandered through aisles, searching for what he needed. He knew he required leather to prevent DJ's leg brace from causing discomfort on his inner thighs.

Considering DJ's energetic nature, he imagined that once he had the brace, he would move around vigorously.

Noogai nodded to himself as he felt the leather between his fingers. He thought he could get metal from the junkyard, deciding it would be wise to save money for groceries later.

After purchasing the materials, he left the store and headed to the junkshop.

"Oh, it's you again," the yellow stick figure exclaimed, waving as Noogai nodded in acknowledgment. "My loyal customer, take what you need," she said before returning to her phone.

In the junkyard, Noogai approached a heap of metals, a mix of steel from cars. He paused, realizing he wasn't as skilled as DJ in creating things; his expertise lay more in health-related matters.

"What are you looking for?" Scotch, the yellow stick figure, asked, scratching her cheek as Noogai scanned the area, unsure of what to say. Which type of steel would be suitable for DJ's leg brace?

Would metal scraps suffice? Noogai wasn't entirely sure. Perhaps he should have consulted DJ before the latter had gone to sleep.

"Can I take these metal scraps?" Noogai inquired, picking up the damaged hood of a car. He thought he could heat and shape it easily.

"Sure, go ahead. Let me fetch a cart for you. Just remember to return it tomorrow," Scotch replied, snapping her fingers before hurrying off to grab a cart.

Nodding, Noogai bent down to pull the car hood out of the pile, selecting another, albeit broken one. Despite its condition, he could heat and reshape it, making its current state inconsequential.

As Noogai turned, he noticed Scotch pushing a worn cart towards him, humming lyrics under her breath. "Thank you," Noogai acknowledged, unfazed by one of the wheels barely hanging on. He effortlessly folded the metal scrap and tossed it inside.

Observing, Scotch whistled as Noogai added more items before moving towards the cart handle. "How much will this cost?" Noogai inquired.

"Forget it, take them. I've been wanting someone to clear this stuff out anyway," Scotch responded, snapping her fingers. Noogai was about to reply when a notification popped up in front of his eyes.

LOW BATTERY!

LOW BATTERY!

USER: N00GA1 RECALL TO CHARGING STATION!

LOW BATTERY!

LOW BATTERY!

If Noogai had eyes, he would probably be rolling them at how elaborate DJ's systems were. Initially, DJ had implemented this system so that Noogai wouldn't need reminders to charge himself when his battery was low.

The system works, but Noogai doesn't really pay attention to it.

With this in mind, Noogai waved a hand and guided the cart out of the shop. "Goodbye, dear customer!" Scotch exclaimed, waving her arms enthusiastically as Noogai simply gave her a thumbs up.

He knew he wouldn't just shut down in the middle of the street. Despite his joints feeling stiffer, it wasn't a big issue since he rarely moved much; his body didn't require frequent charging.

Even if his robot body shut down, he could still perceive his surroundings and exit the body at any time. 

Living with DJ had granted him a new ability: the freedom to be lazy, at least "sometimes."

Noogai wasn't sure if not moving was a good or bad thing, but there was a certain peace in it. It reminded him of the past, like when Alan—

He halted his thoughts, giving his head a slight shake. These episodes were becoming more frequent; he was starting to feel more human. No longer relying solely on his databases for thinking was both unsettling and intriguing from his perspective.

Perhaps this was another lesson he had picked up from DJ.

The ability to think for himself...

"I said, I don’t want to date you anymore!" a woman's loud, shrill voice pierced through Noogai's thoughts. His focused gaze shifted swiftly towards the commotion at the side, where a green stick figure was trying to break free from a taller blue figure enveloping her with his arms.

"Come on, babe, we can work this out. Just come back with me," the blue stick figure insisted.

Noogai paused, turning towards them. He felt compelled to intervene to prevent harm to the woman; walking away would contradict his own beliefs.

Slowly, he approached the pair, observing the woman in tears as she struggled against the man's grasp.

"You should release her," Noogai interjected, tilting his head as the blue stick figure turned towards him. "Please, help me," the green stick figure pleaded, sobbing.

Noogai shifted his attention to the green stick figure, taking her arm and effortlessly freeing her from the man's grip. "It would be best for both of you to resolve this at the police department," Noogai suggested, unfazed by the woman essentially clinging to him.

"You should mind your own business, you jerk," the man growled as he towered over Noogai, who simply maintained his gaze on him.

LOW BATTERY!

LOW BATTERY!

USER: N00GA1 RECALL TO CHARGING STATION NOW!

LOW BATTERY!

LOW BATTERY!

Noogai suppressed the urge to groan, finding it too human-like for his taste, and instead he just shook his head. "Sorry, but I think I should call the police on you—" Noogai began, but was interrupted as the man grabbed the woman beside him.

Quickly, Noogai intervened, grabbing the man's arm, preventing his hand from reaching the woman's neck. "I believe you were about to harm her," Noogai stated, his voice lowering.

To harm him was one thing, but to harm his patient?

"Damn you! Who are you anyway? Are you... the other guy? This is just too funny, you’re cheating on me with him?" the blue stick figure laughed, pulling his arm away from Noogai's grip. “No! I would never!” Jade argued.

Noogai simply stared at them, realizing that stick figures could be as exasperating as humans – no middle ground with them.

He turned to the woman, checking her information.

Name: Jade

Age: 24 years old

Job: Unemployed

She is stressed and scared….

Additional Information: Must proceed to the hospital, bruises in her arm and neck.

Mission Logs: 

Get Jade to safety [PRIORITY]

Apprehend the Aggressor

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Noogai shook his head slightly, feeling overwhelmed by the flood of information. Despite his system repeatedly reminding him to go home and charge his body, he couldn't focus with so many words flashing before his eyes. Unaware and distracted, he didn't notice the blue stick figure moving closer to him.

In an instant, Noogai was pushed backward, his feet stumbling towards the open road. "No!" Jade screamed as an oncoming car collided with Noogai.

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There is another thing that Noogai realized, is that he does not get paid enough for caring for other people… Or stick figures if you call it.

Can he even get paid? No, why is he thinking like that? (too human…)

Now, he found himself struggling to stand, his system blaring while his left arm and right leg remained unresponsive.

"What have you done!" Jade shrieked, rushing towards Noogai who was struggling to rise, his right hand twitching, and a pool of oil visible on the ground where he had been earlier.

He could easily explain that it had leaked from the car which had struck him before speeding away.

That was a hit and run, wasn't it? Noogai's mind chimed in unhelpfully as his system continued to blare at him.

Right Leg Functionality 5%

USER: N00GA1 MUST RETURN HOME

Left Arm Functionality 0%

Noogai managed to force his right leg to move, slowly standing up and turning towards Jade. "You should call the police," Noogai advised, limping past her towards the blue stick.

With great annoyance, he punched the blue stick figure with his right hand, causing him to collapse, unconscious.

Feeling anger was a new sensation for him, and Noogai believed he was a bit angry.

Jade gasped, trembling as she retrieved her phone. "P-please, I need to call an ambulance. I-I think you're injured," Jade said as Noogai stepped over the blue stick and headed towards the cart.

"No need, have him arrested for harming you," Noogai instructed, briefly stepping on the blue stick's ankle before breaking it, ensuring he wouldn't be able to walk or pursue Jade upon waking.

Although tempted to make things easier by snapping the man's neck, Noogai decided that justice prevailed, leaving it as it was.

"Wait!" Jade called out, watching as Noogai pushed his cart away, his other leg doing its best to keep up, much like the other wheel of his cart. He only had two feet while the cart had four (he guesses they are twinning now…).

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Noogai felt relieved that he hadn't suffered a system crash in the middle of the city as he made his way back home. DJ’s house wasn't exactly close to the city.

He swiftly pushed the cart towards DJ’s front porch, then grabbed it and pulled it towards the garage. Dragging his right leg behind him, he easily opened the garage door, leaving the cart in a corner before entering the house.

"Hello," Noogai greeted Forest, who was still in the living room, seated, seemingly waiting for Noogai to return.

Forest tilted its head, observing its owner. Noogai's hoodie was torn, and his left arm socket had broken off from his torso, concealed only by his hoodie. If he hadn't been wearing it, Jade would have witnessed his arm falling off, a sight he preferred to avoid.

"Noogs? Are you home— Oh no..." DJ halted as he gazed at Noogai, noticing the cracked shades, ripped hoodie, and disheveled appearance as if he had been dragged on the road forcibly.

"What... happened?" DJ asked, quickly moving towards Noogai, using the nearby cane. "I just went out to... to..." Noogai's words faltered, his head tilting to the side, his legs suddenly giving way.

"Oh no no no," DJ exclaimed, wrapping his arm around Noogai's torso, struggling to support them both.

Forest's yips could be heard as they scurried over, and DJ half-dragged them both towards the couch. He carefully lowered Noogai onto it, leaning on his cane, feeling the ache in his knee.

"Noogs, my man, what happened?" DJ asked as he slowly removed Noogai's hoodie, wincing when he saw his left arm sliding down from his sweater.

Letting out a groan, DJ ran a hand down his face. "I was just trying to get materials for your leg brace," Noogai explained, his voice stuttering and glitching as DJ assessed the damages.

"And?" DJ inquired, turning to examine Noogai's leg, noticing his ankles barely hanging on.

Cursors above…

"I saw a man who was forcing a woman to stay with him. She was hurt, with bruises, clearly hurt by that same man," Noogai explained, observing DJ struggling to pull up his pants. Noogai tried to sit up to assist, but DJ pushed him back down with a click of his tongue.

"Go on, let me help you, Noogs," DJ said as Noogai nodded. "I helped her, but I got too distracted, and he pushed me into an oncoming car," Noogai added, choosing not to disclose the reason for his distraction due to him leaving in a state where he did not charge his body properly.

DJ didn't need to know that.

"Tell me his name, I swear," DJ growled, clenching his fist in anger as Noogai simply stared at him, observing as DJ fixed his ankle with a screwdriver that Forest fetched for him.

"I couldn't get his information," Noogai replied.

Right Leg Functionality 78%

"There, your leg is still broken, but you can probably move around until I can fix you. Your arm, on the other hand... You might need a new one. Here, take off your sweater," DJ said as Noogai sat up, struggling to remove his sweater, emitting a buzz when his left arm dropped to the floor with a loud thunk.

Both DJ and Noogai paused, gazing at the arm on the floor as Noogai twitched, his system blaring.

"And you walked home with that?" DJ inquired as Noogai turned to him, shrugging. "I did not realize it was that bad" Noogai said, turning to DJ who facepalmed in response.