#and i have a folder full of clips that i want to gif but who knows when ill do that ajfvalfgsg

[coltrainbat]

Do you think you could write about short sized! Reader working for Bruce banner as a lab assistant and Steve has a total crush on her.

Get A Life

You sat comfortably at your desk, analysing recent data on your computer screen. To an everyday person what would look like a jumbled mix of numbers and symbols to you made perfect sense. 

“Bruceee.”

“Ah-huh.” He responded, eye deep into a telescope.

“The optimal temperature for nuclear reaction is…” 

“100 million Kelvin… depends.”

“Figured.” You grumbled, nibbling on the end of a pen.

He rose from his stool, moving towards your desk and minimising the screen.

“This might sound hypocritical coming from me, but you need to get a social life.”

You re-opened the screen, eyes zoning in on him “This is social.” Gesturing between you both. 

“No this is work.” He minimised the screen again. 

“It’s a hobby.” You re-opened it,  

“That you get paid to do.” He minimised the screen once more.

Before you could continue your game of cat and mouse, a knock at the door caused both your heads to rise.

“Sorry to interrupt I just came to drop off these documents for Y/N.”

Your eyes darted up to the large frame leaning against the door, his blue eyes never leaving yours as he offered a soft smile, holding a thick manilla folder in his hands like it was nothing. 

“Oh yeah, okay, I was just about to go.” Bruce rose, walking past Steve.

Bruce raised his pointer finger at Steve, leaning in close and whispering while you were distracted by the screen in front of you “I…MIT won’t stop calling desperate for her to join so don’t… you know because I will go Hulk on your ass.” 

Steve gave him a respectful nod “I won’t.” 

“Good.” With a slap on the shoulder Bruce made his way out. 

Steve stalked towards you, placing the folder on your desk with a thud.

You skim through the contents only to find blank pages.

“These are all blank?”

“Yes, they are.”

“What… why would you… what?”

Steve’s hand rubbed the back of his head “I just wanted an excuse to come see you.” He smiled at you sheepishly. 

You sighed, rising from your desk making your way to the chemical cupboard with Steve close on your tail.

“I’m in the middle of making universe altering research breakthroughs Steven.” You thumbed through the walls of vials and chemicals.

Steven. Only you called him Steven. Not Rogers. Not Captain. Steven. And while he’d choke out anyone else who called him that besides his mother, he loved hearing his name fall from your lips. 

“Which is why I think you deserved a break.”

“Why is everyone so obsessed with me talking breaks around here?”

“Because you work the hardest.” You momentarily paused, turning your head over your shoulder, catching the sincerity on his face. 

“I’m not a superhero.” You shook your head. 

“You are, in a way…” He moved forward coming behind you as you reached upwards, pushing your weight onto your tippy toes to reach the container on the top shelf, your fingertips barely brushing it. Even in heeled boots you couldn’t even reach. 

With a swift motion, he placed his hand on your hip to pull you back slightly, raising his toned arm and grabbing the container effortlessly and handing it to you.

“I can’t even reach the top shelf.” Blush rose to your cheek at the feeling of his body so close to you. 

“Yes, but even superhero need help sometimes and more importantly… lives.”

“I have a life!” You moved out of his reach going back towards your desk. 

“When was the last time you had a beer with us? Or didn’t go into the lab for a day? Or went on a date?” He spat out.

You paused, turning on your heels, eyeing him.

“What do you want?” You said bluntly, crossing your arms over your full chest.

You were annoyed and he could tell. But he was absolutely obsessed with the way you looked in this moment, eyes piercing right into his soul through your glasses, your hair in a claw clip with strands sticking out and falling over your face. The tapping on your boot against the linoleum floor and the way your arms crossed pushed your chest together revealing a small sight of cleavage under your sweater. 

He shouldn’t have found it as sexy as he did. 

“I’d like you to take a break…”

You went to interject him and give him a 1000 reasons why you wouldn’t take a break until he finished…

“So, I can take you on a date.”

Your mouth fell agape but you were quick to recover with a sarcastic chuckle.

“Do you want me to warm up the CAT scan? Seems your brain has turned to mush from being in the ice so long.”

“Y/N please.”

“Steven, I don’t date.”

“Why not?”

“Because it’s not scientific and it’s not logical, it’s unexplainable nonsense that drives women to insanity.”

He crooked an eyebrow up at you. “I don’t think you could get more insane than you already are if that helps.”

You rubbed your temples turning on your heels to go back to your desk until you felt a strong hang grab your wrist and pull you back into a hard chest. 

“Y/N, I see what you do day in day out for this team, and it doesn’t go unnoticed. But I also see how when you’re focused your eyebrows knot together, how I know which pencils are yours because of the bite marks on ends, how at the end of every day you let your hair fall out and you shake it with your hands, how the sweat drips down your chest and soaks your sports bras in the gym, how when you make a sly comment everyone laughs because you’re funny without realising and I can’t stop looking at you and I won’t but I desperately want to see what’s in your mind behind formulas and data because I know there’s more to you than that so if you would give me the pleasure I really REALLY want to be the social life you so desperately need. I see you, more than you know. And while it may not be mathematical, it makes perfectly calculated sense to me.”

You sucked in your lips, emotions swelling inside of you. His head bowed towards you, foreheads touching. 

“Please.”

You nodded unable to form words as his arms tightened around your waist, pulling you in as his lips lightly brushed yours, forcing you to relax in his grip and reciprocate the tender kiss.

“I’ll see you at 7pm - don’t be late.” He gave you final kiss on your forehead, walking out with a beaming smile. 

Leaving you in shock as you finally let out the breath you’ve been holding in and warmth spread throughout your body. 

[prettyinlimegreenboots]

Taking Comfort (In Your Arms) - Chapter 1

May 14, 1943

Adelaide Baker knew it was going to be a good day, maybe even a great day as she climbed the steps to Clearup Tower. The sun was actually shining out in merry ole England today and she was actually in a good mood. Her hair was actually cooperating with her today and she had her favorite breakfast, waffles this morning.

Humming along to “Blue Skies”, she pulled open the heavy door, quickly made her way inside, pausing to tap her fingers against Josie, her best friend’s desk as she passed. Josie looked up and shot her a wink before getting back to work. She and Josie had been best friends since they were children and when she was transferred to Thorpe Abbotts, Josie made the trek with her and now they worked together daily, side by side.

As she neared her own desk, she noticed an older, tall gentleman standing near her desk, reading a report, awaiting her arrival. Dropping her purse on her desk, she gave him a curious look. “Colonel, what do I owe the pleasure of seeing you here at my desk so early this morning?” A bright smile on her face, she slipped off her coat, placing it on the back of her chair.

Taking a sip of coffee, the Colonel grinned seeing the bright eyed lady standing in front of him. “I need you to do something for me, Captain. We have a new Air Exec coming in from Greenland today before his men arrive in a few weeks. Can you show him around and help him adjust to the lay of the land around here?”

“And you’re asking me to show him around? A step up in the man’s world huh, Colonel?” She smirked, shaking her head. “What time does he land?”

Placing the coffee cup on her desk, he flipped through the papers in his hand, studying them intently before looking at her. “He’s due to arrive at 1300 at hardstand 4. My recommendation would be to first stop at the mess before making the rounds.”

“Noted.” She made herself a note, scribbling on a spare piece of paper. “Anything else?”

A full belly laugh escaped her father’s mouth as he shook his head and broke through the military facade. “Major Egan won’t know what hit him when he meets you, Ads. You'll handle all of his requests?”

“Of course. I’ll make sure the boy has everything he needs to be the best Air Exec he can be. Any chance you have any reading material on him?” Cocking an eyebrow, Addie gave her father a look.

“Want to know what you’re getting yourself into Adelaide?” Nudging around some papers on her desk, he held up a folder with a photograph paper clipped to the front. “I’m sure this is what you’re looking for. Remember 1300.”

“Just want to know what he’s about before I spend a few hours with him. I’ll be on the tarmac at 1250 sharp eagerly awaiting his arrival.” The sarcasm dripped off her tongue as her father shook his head.

He leaned over and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Behave Adelaide and I’ll see you later for dinner. Have a good day, you as well Josie.” Mock saluting him, she took a seat, watching him walk back to his own office.

“Well that’s an exciting way to start the day.” Josie’s amused voice called as she looked over at her.

Rolling her eyes, Addie shook her head. “Have you heard what everyone is saying about the Major?”

“Yes and they’re just rumors. No one has met the man, including your own father. I’d wait to meet him before you start believing rumors.” Josie shrugged. “Who knows, you might just fall in love with him.”

Scoffing, Addie’s eyes went wide before adamantly shaking her head. “No, no, no. After the catastrophe in Wisconsin, this heart is locked away.”

“You are allowed to have some fun, Addie. No one is telling you to stay guarded and locked hearted. You’re young, and after the last year, you should cut loose and have some fun. All we want for you is to be happy, however that looks.” Josie smiled sympathetically at her best friend.

Sighing, Addie took in her best friend’s words. The last year had been hell and her dreams were gone in an instant, leaving her with an unexpected future. She thought she would fly the big birds until the war was over and before she knew it, her hopes and dreams went up in smoke.

Addie looked at her watch, it was just after 0900 and she had a pile of papers in front of her that weren’t going to file themselves. She gave Josie a bright smile before getting to work, pushing the Major out of her mind until she actually needed to worry about him.

After being pulled into a few unexpected meetings, the morning passed by quickly for Addie. Before she knew it it was 1245. She quickly grabbed the paperwork necessary and a set of keys that were left on her desk. Hearing the door slam behind her, she quickly made her way down the tower steps, tilting her head back enjoying the sunshine on her face before making her way to the awaiting jeep. Jumping the engine, she grinned hearing the jeep roar to life before pulling out and speeding down the tarmac.

Pulling to a stop on the grass adjacent to the hardstand, she took a deep breath, feeling the light breeze ruffle her hair. She watched the ground crew prep the hardstand for the impending bird’s arrival.

“Miss Addie, you’re a sight for sore eyes.” Lemmons called out, as there were a few wolf whistles from the crew around him.

When she first arrived on base, she was happy to see some familiar faces, including Lemmons who was one that she had seen at Rattlesden when she would deliver planes there. The two had formed a friendship and she was excited to see him when she landed at Thorpe Abbotts.

Laughing, she stepped out of the jeep, thankful she wore flats today. “You tell that to all the pretty girls, Lemmons. You keeping these boys in line?”

“Trying to - it’s a hard task that someone has to do.” He replied back laughing as all the guys around him protested.

She heard the familiar roar of a B-17 as it approached. Shielding her eyes from the sun, she looked up following its path as it made a smooth landing. Watching as the bird, Saving Grace, came to a stop, she smiled. She had always loved the big birds and loved flying them.

Pushing off the jeep, she watched as the hatch opened, several gentlemen stumbling out attempting to get their balance after being in the air for so long. She instantly recognized Major Egan from his photograph and walked over to him, calling, “Major Egan.”

He whirled around hearing his name called, not expecting a pretty girl to be the one calling his name. He had to stop his jaw from dropping when he took her in. “Yes? And you can call me Bucky.”

“Bucky? Well, I’m Captain Adelaide Baker and I’m here to show you around.” She held out her hand as he gripped it, giving it a shake. Bucky was a rather odd nickname but she didn’t think much of it as she’d definitely heard odder nicknames during her time with the ATAs. “Do you have everything?”

“I’m a light packer.” She motioned for him to follow her to the awaiting jeep, him getting in before giving her a look. “Didn’t know I was special enough for an escort?”

She laughed, shaking her head. “Bucky, the brass wanted to make sure you felt a warm welcome to Thorpe Abbotts. Something about not wanting to scare you away before your men come over.”

“Well, so far I feel really welcome.” He chuckled as a flush crossed her cheeks. “And what does the welcoming tour entail?”

Putting the jeep in gear, she hit the gas as they flew down the tarmac towards the mess. “First stop, by recommendation, is the mess where you can get some grub then I’ll show you the barracks and the tower, where your office will be located.”

“Can you tell me a bit more about Thorpe Abbotts?” He asked, as she glanced over at him.

Shrugging, she geared down, slowing the jeep down as they neared the mess hall. “I’ve only been here for 8 weeks so there’s not much to tell. The US has only had the base for the last 12 weeks. Men come and go and the world keeps turning.”

“Eight weeks? That’s not very long.” He commented as she stopped the jeep and made to get out, he followed behind her.

Shaking her head, she opened the door, motioning him to go before her. “I was transferred here recently. It wasn’t my choice to be here but we do what we must.”

He heard the remorse and heaviness in her voice as he walked through the door. The mess was loud and rambunctious with officers scattered around. He followed her as she set her stuff down at a table. “Grab some grub and we’ll discuss what the afternoon will look like.”

“Are you getting any?” The concern was evident in his voice as she shook her head.

“Already ate before you came.” She sat down at the table, flipping through the papers, making some notes along the way as he disappeared to join the line. Addie smiled at some of the men that were scattered around as they caught her eye.

Soon a tray was dropped onto the table, knocking her back into the present. She plastered a smile on her face as Major Egan dropped into his seat and started eating. “This afternoon, you’ll have a meeting with Colonel Huglin and Colonel Baker. They’ll meet with you on expectations and what the next few weeks look like. Any questions so far?”

“All my questions are about you and not the base.” He smirked. “But can I reserve the right to ask some along the way?”

She chuckled. “Ask away, Bucky. Anything I don’t want to answer, I won’t.”

“You mentioned that it wasn’t your choice to come to Thorpe Abbotts, yet you’re here. Why?” He asked, shoveling another bite into his mouth.

She shook her head, giving him a look. “You’re going to have to get me drunk before I start discussing those secrets. Next question?”

“Challenge accepted, Captain. So can I take you out sometime?” He raised an eyebrow in challenge.

Addie giggled. “You haven’t been on the ground for an hour yet you are already asking me out. My, my Major don’t you move fast? I don’t even know where you’re from or your first name.”

“Manitowoc, Wisconsin and John, ma’am.” He showed her the million watt smile that usually got him his way.

Scoffing, she shook her head. “Of course you’re a Wisconsin man. Charm never fails you, does it?”

“What’s wrong with Wisconsin, Adelaide?” Leaning forward, John failed to see the issue with his home state.

She paused hearing her full name come from his lips, a smirk tugging on her own lips. “You can call me Addie. And nothing is wrong with it - I spent part of my summers growing up in Northern Wisconsin, a gorgeous state. You're exactly like the charming man I met in my past life who is from Wisconsin.”

“And where are you from, Addie?” He asked, turning the question back on her.

Pushing aside the papers, she folded her hands, looking at him. “Grew up on the Selfridge Air National Guard Base, just north of Detroit, Michigan. My dad has been in the military since I was a baby so we made our home there. My older sister and brother are both doing their part in the war effort currently.”

“Did you move around a lot as a child?” John asked, pushing his tray away and leaning back in his chair.

Shaking her head, Addie smiled. “Thankfully no. We moved once from the westside of Michigan to Selfridge on the eastside right after I was born and stayed there until I came over for the war, just before Pearl Harbor. I was part of the ATAs when Jaqueline Cochran brought a group over and never left. Where does the nickname Bucky come from?”

“Childhood nickname, don’t quite remember how it started. So you’re a fly girl?” His eyes widened, impressed with her as he looked at the woman in front of him.

She stood, grabbing her paper, giving him a look. “A former one, yes. Come along Major. We have places to be.”

“But I have so many more questions.” The whine was evident in his voice as he followed her through the mess hall.

Shaking her head, she pushed open the door, holding it for him to follow. “If you’re lucky, you might find me at the officers club tonight. But until then, your tour awaits.”

Climbing back into the jeep, she slowed in front of the infirmary. “Beware of the nurses in there. Some of them aren’t nice.”

“Speaking from experience?” John grinned, looking at her through his aviator sunglasses.

She smirked. “When you come home with a head wound that’s needing stitches, they tend to kick up a fuss and aren’t very gentle. It was Elizabeth, my own sister that did that. But she’s gone now.”

“Gone?” The concern was back in his voice as Addie smiled softly.

“She got transferred to Suippes, France last I heard. But that was three weeks ago so who knows.” She sighed. “That’s what she gets for being so damn good at her job.”

Gunning the engine, Addie continued on pointing out other buildings before coming to a stop at the barracks. “Head in, Major. Lieutenant Davis should be awaiting you to show you your bunk. I’ll wait here before taking you over to the tower to meet with the Colonels.”

He nodded, grabbing his bags before getting out of the jeep. “For what it’s worth, I’m sorry your Elizabeth is so close to the action. That can’t be easy.”

“We all do what we must, Major. This is just part of war.” She gave him a tight smile, watching him walk away.

As Addie waited, she had just one question on her mind - what the hell had she gotten herself into?

———————————————————

Fifteen minutes after she watched him walk into the barracks, he was walking out through the door once more. Climbing back into the jeep, he adjusted his hat before giving her a look. “Onward?”

Nodding, she shifted the jeep, pressing the gas pedal as they sped forward. “Who am I meeting with again?”

His voice broke the comfortable silence that had settled between them. “Colonel Huglin and Colonel Baker. They’ll set expectations for you for the upcoming weeks while we await your boys to land.”

“Any relation to you?” Bucky asked, as she snorted, chuckling.

“Took you long enough to ask.” She pulled to a stop in front of the tower. “And yes, that’s my father. He was reassigned here four weeks ago.”

Bucky’s eyes went wide. “And the fear factor just went up a bit.”

“Awww Major, don’t be scared of Colonel Baker.” She dropped her voice and winked. “The one you need to be scared of is Huglin. He’s a hard ass son of a bitch. And will probably whip you and your boys into shape in no time.”

Bucky threw his head back and laughed. He had never heard a girl with a mouth like hers and he couldn’t say he disliked it. “Damn Baker. You got a mouth on you.”

“Sorry.” She blushed. “When you grow up on a military base, you hear your fair share of words.”

Bucky quickly shook his head. “I didn’t say I didn’t like it. Just took me by surprise as you have been a perfect lady up until this point.”

“Looks can be deceiving, Major. Best to remember that.” She smirked, getting out of the jeep and motioning him to follow her. “Put on your military hat, Major. Your English military career starts now.”

He two fingered salute her before following her up the tower steps, stepping into the tower right behind her. “Major, welcome to Clearup Tower. This is where you’ll be stationed and awaiting news on your boys’ return. Both Colonels’ offices along with mine and your offices are located here as well.”

A throat clearing caught her attention as she smirked. “Ahh Major Egan, this is Josephine Adams, also known as my best friend. Josie, this is Major Egan, who just flew in today.”

“Pleasure to meet you Josie.” Bucky tipped his hat in her direction as he caught movement from behind him.

Addie came to attention as both Colonels shuffled in behind them. John quickly followed suit before the younger of the two called out “at ease.”

“Thank you Captain for showing Major Egan around. Major Egan, welcome to Thorpe Abbotts. I’m Colonel Huglin and this is Colonel Baker.” Huglin introduced himself, before looking in Addie’s direction. “You’re dismissed Captain Baker.”

Nodding to the men, Addie winked in Bucky’s direction before shuffling over to her desk. Taking a seat, she quickly flipped through the papers left on her desk as the men took their leave.

“Successful afternoon?” Josie whispered as the door to Huglin’s office closed.

Looking from the office to her best friend’s grin, Addie slowly nodded. “I believe so.”

“Well if there’s any consultation, that man couldn’t keep his eyes off of you, Adelaide.” Josie snickered. “So whatever you did earlier, keep doing it. Something has his attention.”

Ducking her face down, Addie felt her cheeks heat at Josie’s words. She didn’t do anything special, she thought. Just showed him around the base and answered his questions.

A million and one questions screamed in her head but one was louder than the rest - just what did Bucky Egan want with a girl like her?

What do you think? Feedback and comments would be most appreciated.

Chapter 2

[bevswashere]

Koi No Yokan

Chapter 17: Beginning of the End

There's a fork in the road that everyone reaches before they die. A right path that offers you everything you've ever wanted, luring you in with sweet scents and the voices of everyone you've ever loved. This road is said to guarantee happiness and peace.

Three types of people approach these paths: the majority, who don't bother looking at the left path, those who see the left path, consider it, but ultimately choose the rightward, happier, easier, way, then those who see both paths, and, for some reason go left.

March 2006 Two hours later.

A knife could cut through the tension in this classroom right now.

Mariko and I sat at the furthest opposite desks, letting the boys fill the space as they pleased. The only one who dared to make a noise was Haibara when he awkwardly cleared his throat, gaining the courage to ask "Did something happy while we were gone?"

I sink further into my seat, arms folded in protest.

"You don't understand being the strongest—having your life sold to Jujutsu. You could leave it all behind and no one would even care!"

Mariko doesn't move, only scoffs largely.

"You know, you and Gojo-san really are perfect for each other. You're both full of shit."

Neither of us bother to answer, though. To admit our faults.

"Okay..."

"Let them be," Nanami says. "They can figure out their petty feuds by themselves—"

"It's not petty!" Mariko and I exclaim at the same time. Our eyes lock momentarily, only for us to force our gazes back towards the front of the room. Then we fall into silence again.

Another five, maybe ten, minutes of this passes, until an assistant supervisor rips the door open, "Uematsu-san, Yaga Sensei is requesting you in room 6."

"What for?"

"Tengen-sama has specially requested you for a mission," she says. "As well as Gojo and Geto-san."

"Of course," Mariko scoffs once more. "Leave all of us weak people behi—"

There's a teacher's desk at the front of the room. One that breaks in half against my fist as I pass by. Mariko—all of them—cannot help but stare in shock at my dramatic gesture. Their expressions are similar to Nanami's from the night of our mission together. I ask myself, "Why have I become so hostile?"

Even the assistant supervisor's hand trembles slightly as she passes the cream folder. "You will be escorting Amanai Riko for her assimilation with Tengen-sama in two days."

"Assimilation?"

"Yaga Sensei called it an," she hesitates, "Erasure."

The folder is filled with an endless amount of documents regarding Amanai Riko. Everything from her upbringing—dead parents and no family left to claim her, her role as the "Star Plasma Vessel" being the only thing keeping her out of an orphanage—to invasive details about her daily routine, along with a long list of organizations that will be interested in her bounty.

There's a picture of her clipped to the top of the stack. Mussy black hair and wide eyes. I frown. "She's only 14."

"Tengen-sama has personally chosen her—"

"A child."

"She is most compatible—"

"She's a child."

The assistant supervisor stutters helplessly. "Sh-she's only a couple years younger than yourself, Uematsu-san."

"And I'm not a child?" I think. "Isn't that why I'm still in school?"

To this, she cannot answer at all.

I shut the folder and put it back in her arms, letting my misplaced anger subside. "Room 6, you said?"

Turning to head down the hallway, the supervisor finds her voice again, "I'm just doing my job."

I look back, noticing her gaze is drawn to the floor. "I know."

"I don't want a child to be sacrificed, even if it is for Tengen-sama."

Stepping closer, I see how small and young she actually is. She couldn't be more than twenty, neat brown hair cleanly tied back into a plait, barely tall enough to reach my shoulders, sharp and beautiful hazel eyes. Imprisoned by this world as much as I am—as we all are. "I know that too."

"We don't have a choice, though. Do we?"

"No, we don't." It nearly makes me laugh. To think the strongest, shackled in chains such as these.

"If you were me," I suggest, "Would you do the same?"

She thinks for a moment. "I suppose I would do whatever I was told. Then again, I've never been the strongest before. Maybe I would do whatever I want."

The sentiment is wild, irrational, going against everything I've ever worked and dedicated my life to, but not impossible.

"What's your name?"

She seems taken aback. "Chihiro. Tanabe Chihiro."

"I like the way you think, Chihiro," I say, half in jest. "If I don't decide to do whatever I want, I might start requesting for you to escort me on missions."

"If?" Her face reddens with a blush. "I don't want to be credited if you go berserk, Uematsu-san."

"Relax," I nudge her arm a little too forcefully. "I don't plan on going berserk yet."

From within classroom 6, I can already hear them discussing. Suguru's gentle voice is explaining a large amount of what Chihiro had shown me in the file. "...All the Jujutsu schools, the barriers that form the foundation of Jujutsu society, the many barrier techniques of the assistant supervisors. They're all being strengthened by Tengen-sama. Without the aid of his power, we could hardly maintain security or clean up after missions. In the worst-case scenario, Tengen-sama could even become a threat to mankind...."

I wait behind the screen door, and listen closely. Everything Suguru says is true; these are worst case scenarios that could occur if we do not carry out this mission. Sacrificing Amanai is a necessary evil.

"That's why, every 500 years, he finds the Star Plasma Vessel—someone who is compatible with him—and assimilates them, overwriting the information of their body. By renewing his body, he resets his cursed technique back to the start and avoids Evolution."

Yes, a necessary evil. One that, in effect, could save so many others. But she's just a kid. Kids dying, is that ever truly necessary?

A second voice silences all these swarming thoughts in my mind. It's gruff, but comforting, warm. Possibly my newfound favorite voice in the world. "I get it. It would be fine if he turned into MetalGreymon, but we can't have him becoming SkullGreyman. So we have him start over from Koromon."

I find myself smiling at the frame of the door.

"What? Yeah, sure, that works."

Finally, I slide the door open and the wood shifts with a loud snap. "Sending in all three of us is a bit much," I say. "All to transport one kid."

"This mission is of the utmost importance," Yaga Sensei grumbles, arms folded tightly above his chest. The vein in his forehead seems to be bulging a little larger this afternoon. "I have doubts that even the three of you combined are up for it."

Satoru pulls a stool from the desktop, and sets it on the ground for me. Another small gesture that resonates with far more meaning than intended.

"The Star Plasma Vessel's location has already been leaked. Right now, there are two major groups after the young girl's life." He spins his laptop around for us. "One is the Curse User Group Q, which seeks to upend jujutsu society with Tengen-sama's rampage. The other is the Star Religious Group, also known as the 'Time Vessel Association,' which worships Tengen-sama as a god." The dire look on Yaga's face truly sets in now. "Tengen-sama will assimilate the Star Plasma Vessel two days from now. You are to protect the girl until then and ensure that she reaches Tengen-Sama. If you fail, the effects will ripple throughout even normal society. Don't forget that."

∞

"Buy me a soda."

Satoru's finger prods into the flesh of my cheek. I slap it away, pulling the coins out for him regardless.

"What happened with Mei-san?" I try to ask casually, digging my hands so deep into my pockets that I fear they might burst through the fabric.

"Nothing." He tosses the coins repeatedly, letting them fall back into his palm. "They were trapped in one of those barriers that alter time—didn't even know they'd been gone for two days."

"It would have been pretty efficient if they sent you in," Suguru adds. "You would have sniffed the barrier out in a few seconds."

"She doesn't care about that part," Satoru laughs, "She's all sour over Mei-san."

"I am not!"

From the look on his face, Suguru knows exactly what kind of answer to expect, but enjoys fanning the flames, "What's wrong with Mei-san?"

"Nothing! Give me my coins back!"

Satoru refuses happily, pushing me away with a single arm.

"You do seem tense, Kaede-chan?" Suguru takes a concerned tone. "Did something happen while we were gone?"

He seems to catch on to a stiffness that I myself had yet to notice. My shoulders finally lower, and I let out an overdue breath. I wonder if it might be good for my peace of mind to talk about my argument with Mariko, the hateful words we exchanged. But I know Satoru won't take well to being called "full of shit." Besides, the context of the conversation is far more alarming, the crude things I wondered about the boy standing just to my left, still playing with the coins I'd given him. "No."

"She said she doesn't like Mei-san because she flirts with me."

I grit my teeth, "I did not say that."

"Really?" Suguru hums. "Well, she did ask you if you would comfort her if she cried."

I do my best to keep my expression neutral, to not frown or accusingly look up at Satoru, who, in reality, owes me nothing.

His smirk is more prominent than ever, though. "Your face is starting to match your hair, Kaede-chan."

"I don't care about Mei-san or whether she flirts with you or not," I defend. "We have bigger things to think about."

"The mission?" Satoru asks. "You said it yourself, the three of us are more than enough."

"And if I don't want to succeed?"

Each of us pause beneath the shade of a tree, staring at one another quietly.

Suguru frowns, "What do you mean?"

"Transport and erase some kid we don't even know," I sigh. "I have my reservations."

"What if the Star Plasma Vessel wants to be assimilated?" Suguru suggests.

"And if she refuses?" I counter.

"Then... the assimilation's off!" Satoru declares suddenly.

Suguru laughs before I can think to respond, "Are you sure about that?"

He's almost offended by our hesitance. "Huh?"

"It might mean fighting Tengen-sama, you know."

"You scared?" Satoru merely scoffs. "It's fine. It'll all work out somehow."

"Fighting off Tengen-sama and anyone else who stands in our way will most likely result in us being kicked out of the school, and shunned away from Jujutsu society," I continue, eyes narrowing at Satoru who I'm not sure has thought through all of the consequences, "Even set for execution if it comes to that."

He shrugs. "Fine with me. You two are all that I need."

My mouth parts in disbelief. I turn to Suguru, expecting to find our voice of reason, some sensible hesitance, but even he smiles, "We give our all, and at the end of it, we follow through with whatever the Star Plasma Vessel decides, agreed?"

To give up the only world I've known on a whim, for the sake of following these two into the utter dark. "Agreed," Satoru and I answer at once. Because a life like that sounded okay to me.

[onmytape]

just here to say that i'm rewatching some pg cougars playoff games and realizing how much fun they are to watch...that powerplay??

my people! i'm going to rant, i made some shitty gifs for visuals, i love this stupid team, i'm so glad you're here too

where do i even start? playoffs were soooo fun especially the pg vs tri city series. they were pretty evenly matched and it could’ve gone either way (seattle sweeping pg was boring, sorry 🙄 definitely didn’t need four games of that haha) pg is sooo underrated as an entertaining team! the powerplay especially 👀 i have a whole folder full of clips from round one so maybe i’ll make a top ten moments post but the last game against tri city was wild. if anyone else is reading this, i'd recommended watching the highlights even if you don't care about the cougars. more about this under the cut

and the powerplay. the powerplay. they deserve a post of their own. probably the most exciting aspect of our team this year. i couldn't come up with a better cast of characters. fun fact: last season wheaty didn't have a single powerplay goal. oh how the tables have turned.

i'm expecting next year's pp line to be ziemmer, heidt, and funk and idk about defense. we'll see who's going to replace samson 😥

a shitty analysis of some highlights of game six 😼

the wiebecroft connection 🥺 and after wiebe gets the ot in game two!! i am going to miss this duo so much. also i need to add wheaty's comment about wiebe in the post-game show (direct quote because i recorded it haha): “that guy’s been finding me all series. it’s about time I put one in for him. yeah, he’s so much fun to play with and I kinda knew when we were streaking two on one that he was going to find me and that’s exactly what he did. i’m just happy i got to repay him for all the times he set me up and i haven’t scored.”

A dynamic duo goal! heidt encouraging fans to wave their rally towels 🥺 and then gets buried by his teammates

dubinsky immediately falls after scoring. brown's not going to not celly, even if he has to pile on top of dubinsky to do so. (also dubinsky sidenote: i'm so glad we had him this season. he's gone through so much injury wise. his final post-game interview after the second series was so sad. he sounded so choked. said he just wanted to make it to playoffs in his juniors career and he finally did! even though he didn't get to play his last game 😥)

watching this move live was crazy. my heart was going through it as brown had a perfect chance, flubbed it, managed to pass it to o'brien. the hometown connection!! this was perfect!

"chase wheatcroft sends the cougars to the second round for the first time in sixteen years!"

how can you not love them 🥲 (heidt trying to jump into the celly and falling is very on brand)

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#5

burn me (burn me to ash)

Just when Lucy thought things might actually be turning around for her, with a possibility of promoting to lieutenant at her firehouse, and her relationship with paramedic Maggie Sawyer somehow outlasting her insecurities, a pair of ghosts come back to haunt her.

-

The room fell into darkness, the white text of the movie credits not enough to provide light.

Maggie expected Lucy to move right away, like she usually did, going to take the DVD out of the player as soon as the movie was over.

She didn’t.

She didn’t move from her spot, sitting between Maggie’s legs and reclined back.

She didn’t even shift her head from where it rested on Maggie’s shoulder. If it wasn’t for her fingers softly moving back and forth across Maggie’s forearm, Maggie would have thought she was asleep.

Maggie pressed a kiss to the side of Lucy's head.

"What's been on your mind?"

Lucy stilled completely.

"I know something's bothering you," Maggie gently pressed. "If you want to talk about it, you can."

Lucy sighed. She turned her head so her forehead brushed against Maggie's jaw.

"I just…the office fire last week, the woman I pulled out reminded me of somebody." She sucked in a breath. "Somebody I lost a long time ago."

She wrapped her fingers around Maggie's wrist and dragged her hand to the burn scar that wrapped around her hip and thigh.

"We were fifteen."

Maggie sucked in a breath. Her fingers curled around the hem of Lucy’s shorts, her knuckles brushing against the scar. "I thought that was from work."

Lucy shook her head. "It's actually why I became a firefighter." She took a deep breath. "Her name was Alex. She was my best friend." She paused, fingers back to trailing across Maggie's arm. "We were fifteen and alone in the house. We were having a Halloween marathon because the remake was about to come out and we wanted to watch every single movie in the franchise before going."

She shifted Maggie's hand down to the tattoo under the burn, an on fire clown mask, the flames curling up around the scar.

"We were watching Halloween 4 when we forgot about the food we had left on the stove. Then there was fire and…" She let it a ragged breath. "I was bad. Alex was worse. They flew her to the closest burn unit but she didn't make it."

"Shit," Maggie breathed out.

Lucy let out a sardonic laugh. "Yeah. The woman I saved looked a lot like what I would assume Alex would have looked like if she had grown up.” She shrugged, her shoulders shifting against Maggie’s chest. “It just brought a lot of it back up."

Maggie pressed another kiss to the side of her head. "Thank you for telling me."

"Thank you for listening."

-

The folder was crisp, but not quite new. She opened it and the wife stared out from the firefighter service picture clipped to the top corner of the first paper.

She tapped her finger on her table.

The wife of the man they were about to release from prison in the hopes he would lead them to the gang he ran drugs for.

But, also the firefighter who had pulled her out of the fire. The firefighter she couldn’t stop thinking about.

Something about the firefighter was familiar, deep where her murky memories should be clear.

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60 notes - Posted April 29, 2022

#4

Every time I've seen anybody be like 'when you take out a loan, it's up to you to pay it' in regards to the student loan forgiveness I'm just

I was sixteen

I was sixteen when I took on the first of my loans

I had no idea what I was doing and was mostly just going along with what people were telling me to do about school

Of course I was going to college and the way to get there was student loans, that was what was presented to me

I was sixteen

I'm currently working on graduate school applications, and this time I know. This time I truly get that this decision could land me in debt for twenty years.

Last time, I was sixteen and I couldn't even comprehend twenty years as a length of time

Just fuck off

75 notes - Posted August 24, 2022

#3

strike us like matches 'cause everyone deserves the flames

If you had told fifteen year old Alex that she would end up on 'Dancing With the Stars', she wouldn’t have believed you for anything. At that age, I was a semi-pro surfer and hadn’t acted in anything outside of school plays. If you had told fifteen year old Alex she would be the first woman to dance with another woman on 'Dancing With the Stars'? Good chance she would have punched you.

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A Director Sanvers ‘Dancing With the Stars’ au

[on AO3]

96 notes - Posted March 13, 2022

#2

Pros to aphantasia

ever since finding out about it, and that I have it, my general attitude around aphantasia is ‘well fuck y’all for being able to see shit in your mind’. but, really, it’s just how my brain works, and I’ve been trying to change that attitude as I think of ways not being able to visualize can be a positive

1. no visuals during panic/anxiety attacks, very helpful when it’s ‘person I love is going to suffer and die horribly’ attacks. I don’t have to actually see them like that

2. less scarring from the typical scarring comments. Do I like hearing about the idea of my grandparents having sex? No. Am I forced to visualize it by my traitor brain? Also no. Never actually understood why it scarred people so much cause I was always like ‘people have sex? but it’s not like i’m seeing it’ but y’all are and that sucks for you

3. same as above for gorey stories

4. for me personally, I don’t get scared by horror novels, and I’m p sure this is why. I’m just reading words and that isn’t exactly scary. (conversely, as somebody who write horror, it also means I struggle at times figuring out how scary what I’m writing is. I’ve sworn a scene wasn’t scary, then sent it to a beta and been told ‘wtf, that’s terrifying’)

I can’t think of anything else for now, but there is something nice to thinking that, as much as people who can visualize can see good things, they can also see bad things and I get to skip that experience

108 notes - Posted March 18, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

This is your reminder to not just automatically apply ‘non-binary’ to everybody who isn’t a man or a woman

Saw the meme on this post and had to make my own version

[Image ID: a two panel meme with Hannibal Buress, a black man with glasses.

In the top panel he is looking down at a desk with four different Pride flags edited on top, each flag labeled underneath. The flags are - Agender, Gendervoid, Genderqueer, and Non-binary.

In the bottom panel he is looking up with text reading ‘These broadly overlap but the distinction matters to some people and that’s okay’.]

201 notes - Posted June 23, 2022

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[containatrocity]

"....Cyan Neon Canne..." He mutters, eyes locked on the table in front of him- tattooed fingers wringing against each other tightly. "But I guess if your folder's that big, you know who I am, huh? So. Silas Neon Akuji Chiyoda. Don't... try to pronounce that... October 28th, 1996. I'm 26 years old." His previously long dark hair sits clipped tight to the back of his head- his teeth worry desperately at the silicone rubber of the skull necklace he's always wearing, threatening to break through. "I know well enough that cops have a tendency to follow the most obvious lead, and I'm also well aware that I'm that, given Gia and I's closeness, and the fact that after a decade in isolation, someone like me makes a certain kind of person assume the worst. It'd be easy, right? If it was me?" His voice breaks, pupils in brown eyes pinhole tight. "but it wasn't. Gia was one of my best friends. I... I cared about her, a lot." That's a lot for somebody like Cyan to admit to.

"I pulled a gun. I'll admit to that freely. But your officer was trying to freely redistribute things that belong to me. I'm one of the only Japanese people in town, the things had my name on them in kanji. My livelihood was over if he decided to pass very specialized tools off to any Dick and Jane who asked for them. And one of my best friends had been murdered. I saw her body, Officer. I wasn't exactly thinking straight." He swallows tightly. "and can you blame me for being distrusting? of a town full of armed strangers? Some so willing to admit to their xenophobia that I had to change my last name to something they could pronounce? I would have checked my gun with the rangers if I ever wanted to use it."

@containatrocity

"You understand why we've had you brought in, right?" Elijah set the file down on the table then sat himself on the other side from Cyan. He set up the tape recorder and hit record. "Can you state your name and date of birth for the tape, please?" He glanced through the... quite chunky file they had on Cyan and sighed some at the recent incident, this did not look good for him. Elijah looked back over, he was a state but this really needed to be done. "You were seen entering the Rodriguez household two days before they were murdered then on the day of... well, you remember a very public display and a gun, not the best way to keep yourself off the suspect list is it?"

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Stuck

pairing: Marc Spector x F!Reader, mentions of Steven Grant x F!Reader word count: 4.1k rating: Explicit 18+ warnings: Improper use of contact details in a workplace, brief mention of injuries, mentions of alcohol, oral sex (f receiving), protected PIV sex, brief overstimulation, some scratching. Anything I haven't flagged appropriately, please let me know x

an: My understanding of Marc and Steven's 'system' is that Marc is conscious of Steven's life, while Steven, as an alter, is not conscious of Marc's. This is an expansion of Marc's (maybe slightly selfish) attempts to assist with Steven's romantic life, based on the detail that Marc had apparently tried to set up a date for Steven without him realising. The reader is not aware of their disorder, and Marc doesn’t tell her, but she is aware that he is not Steven when she gives consent.

You stop by Steven's place one night after work. Somebody else answers his door.

part two

Standing outside the door, you consider, once again, that you are not supposed to be here.

You weren’t supposed to work late tonight. You were supposed to leave with everyone else; get home early, get a good night’s sleep for once. You felt good about the decision—so good, in fact, you’d felt the tension melt away from your temples, leaving you free to sink comfortably into the embrace of the stack of didactic labels and exhibition programs spread in front of you.

It wasn’t until the clatter of a vacuum cleaner startled you back to reality that you’d finally looked up from your screen to find the entire office around you had faded to darkness; the rest of the archival team long gone.

In your frustrated subsequent rush to leave, you’d nearly missed it. Just barely managing to juggle your bag, your thermos and your keys, the little white rectangle on the floor leading out to the museum’s exit had looked like a piece of litter; nothing worth paying attention to. You couldn’t say what it was that had made you stop and clumsily crouch to pick it up.

It’s lucky you did. The black lanyard clipped to the top had been camouflaged by the carpet. Turning it over, you’d met the dark, sleepy-lidded gaze of Steven Grant. Of course. Out of every single staff member, he would be the person most likely to drop his ID card.

He’s also the person most likely to hold the door open for you, or stop and help pick up a folder full of dropped papers, or to dash out into the street to give you his umbrella—this being the most recent example, having only happened a few weeks before.

You’d developed something of a crush on him; drawn in by his sweet nature and earnestness—his animatedly bright love for the exhibits that of a first-time visitor, not a man who sees them day in and day out. And, secretly, you’d stifled more than one undignified snort at his cheesy jokes; though nobody else had seemed to find them funny.

You’d shoved it down, trying not to feel too wounded by the nervous, stunned way he’d waved before skirting around you in the halls at work, or stumbled over his words, hurrying off with his shoulders hunched after you’d wished him a good morning one day as you passed the gift shop. He didn’t seem to want to talk to you. And that’s fine. You’d left him alone, even as you still harboured your soft spot for him.

Sweet, absent-minded, gentle…and on his absolute final warning. You’d overheard as much just this morning when Donna was tearing him a new one for inexplicably missing an entire week’s worth of work, while he’d stammered some flimsy apology about being sick in bed.

You should just leave the ID card on the counter of the gift shop. He can pick it up in the morning. Never mind that Donna will probably be in earlier than he will, and find it first…and drag him over the coals again.

You’d stood there, deliberating, chewing your lip, remembering the way he’d looked that afternoon as you’d slipped silently into the break room to make a cup of tea. Slumped sleepily over the table; a library book in one hand, a falafel wrap in the other. Wearing colourful, mismatched socks; a dark, loose curl hanging across his forehead.

So, your second poorly-considered move of the night: breaching privacy policy. Well intentioned or not, you definitely weren’t supposed to access the staff directory to find his home address.

Now, outside the door, you shift your weight from one foot to the other. Looking down the street, you feel cold and nervous. Should you ring the buzzer again? Maybe it’s broken. Maybe he doesn’t even live here anymore. Maybe he’s moved and forgotten to update his records.

Then a click, and a quiet beep. Bewildered, you test the door to the building, and find it’s been unlocked.

Okay. You take a hesitant step forward, then pause. He’s inviting you up. Right? He unlocked the door; he must be inviting you up. The foyer is empty as you step inside, brutally self-conscious.

“Oh, God, Steven,” you mutter to yourself, shut safely in the lift. “Please don’t report me to HR for this.”

By the time the doors open on his floor, you’ve almost convinced yourself to turn around and head straight home. It’s sheer force of will that gets your feet moving, one in front of the other, until you’re at his door. You just need to slip the ID under the gap and leave him to it.

You kneel to do just this, when the door swings open. You’re face to face with a pair of knees, and your gaze travels upward, your face tilting.

He leans his weight comfortably to one side, his arm propped against the doorjamb, a faint smile playing around his lips as he looks down at you. You swallow.

He looks…hot. There’s no other word for it. You can’t tell what’s changed, exactly…he looks no less exhausted, but he seems to be wearing it remarkably well. The shadows underneath his heavily-lidded eyes accentuate their darkness; their depth.

Gone is the hideously baggy jacket he was wearing at work, as is the novelty-print button down. Instead, a dark, form-fitting shirt stretches tight across his chest, pushed up to bare his toned forearms.

“To what do I owe the pleasure?”

You open your mouth, close it again. You hurriedly stand, awkwardly straightening your skirt back down over your thighs. “Um. Hi, sorry, I wasn’t going to disturb you.”

He grins; a flash of white. “You’re not disturbing me.”

You blink, confused. His voice sounds…off. Is he making fun of you? Is that an accent? He’s still considering you, his expression open and vaguely amused. You can’t remember why you’re here. Has he always had such high cheekbones?

“Would you like a drink?”

You stare at him, stupidly. “Huh?”

He tilts his chin, gesturing back into the flat behind him, but his eyes don’t leave your face. “I was about to make a drink. You want to join me?”

This is not the response you’d expected. You swallow again, feeling a little hot. “I. Um. Sure.”

He steps aside to let you in. His flat is dim and cluttered; books and decor piled haphazardly on every surface. It’s not an entirely unpleasant overall effect, you consider, peering around. The warm lamplight makes it feel cosy; almost like a tiny jazz bar.

You plonk your bag on top of a leather-bound collection of translated poetry, digging through it. “I have your ID card. You dropped it. And I thought…well, I didn’t want you to get in trouble again. You don’t deserve the way Donna speaks to you.”

“Thanks, that’s really nice of you,” he says, distractedly. “Just leave it anywhere.”

You drape the lanyard over the back of a chair, and wander off to snoop at his profusion of stuff.

“Old-fashioned? Or G&T?” he says, the top of his curls sticking out from the open door of a low cabinet, half-tucked behind a bookcase.

You turn away from the glowing fish tank in front of you, something tickling in the back of your mind. You step toward him, frowning. “I thought you didn’t drink.”

He stands, and places two glasses on top of the counter. “Why would you think that?”

“Because you said you didn’t. At the Christmas party.”

He nods to himself, as though he’d forgotten, turning and leaning against the counter. You creep another step closer, your eyes narrowed. He’s looking at you with a directness you find slightly disconcerting. You can’t seem to drag your eyes away from the bow of his top lip. His posture, his voice…

He’s not just hot. He’s gorgeous. Exuding confidence. Some shift in his body language; a certain quirk of an eyebrow here, the timbre of his voice there…it’s difficult to believe this is the same guy you once busted crying over a dog video in the break room. He’d denied it, of course, scrubbing his hands over his face, but you’d been able to tell. Even the way he blinks is different; slower, easier, calmer.

It hits you like a freight train. “Holy shit,” you breathe. Somehow…impossibly…this isn’t Steven at all. “Who are you?”

His lips are pressed together thoughtfully, still slightly lifted into an easy little smile. As he speaks, he leans in, tucking a loose wisp of your hair behind your ear. “You can call me whatever you want, beautiful.”

You’re utterly thrown off. “Oh. Thank you. Um. You’re…beautiful too.” You laugh, nervously, swaying toward him. Internally, you cringe. What are you saying? Heat muddles your head; creeps out to the tips of your toes and fingers. You wet your lower lip with your tongue, still staring helplessly at his mouth. “But I don’t understand. Are you…his brother?” I don’t care, you think, dizzy. He called you beautiful. He thinks you’re beautiful.

“It’s a little hard to explain,” he says, his face close to yours.

You feel like your insides are liquefying. “Okay,” you breathe, your voice embarrassingly weak, “so expla—”

His lips meet yours, and you let out a strange little squeaking noise. He kisses firmly, almost with an insistence, but it’s slow. His lips coaxing yours apart, the heat of his breath, his tongue, softening your entire body.

Your knees wobble worryingly, and he smooths his hand down your back, holding you against him as you bend weakly in his arms. He walks you backward, across the flat, humming a low note of amusement into your open mouth as you stumble over the lip of a rug.

When the back of your legs hit the edge of the bed, you drop gracelessly onto your ass, panting up at him. “Is this…are we really doing this?” you manage, your face hot.

The extent of your secret daydreams had seen you cosying up with Steven on a cool afternoon, peeking over his shoulder to see what he was reading, or curling your fingers around his underneath the table at that cute vegan bakery down the road from your place, oat lattes in front of each of you. You never got quite this far.

He leans over you, tilting his head, brushing his lips across your jaw. “That’s up to you.”

Your heart is thrumming in your throat, and you reach for him, wanting to feel him under your fingers. He feels solid enough. Okay. “Okay.” You nod, biting your lip, spreading your knees as far as your tight work skirt will allow.

He lowers himself to his knees, catching first one foot in his hand, then the other, coolly easing off your shoes and dropping them to the floor with a pair of low clacks.

You gawp down at him, positive that your eyes are comically wide. But he just continues smiling privately to himself, coasting his hands up the outsides of your thighs, shucking your skirt up, finding the edges of your underwear.

“Do you…want me to help?” you gasp, feeling awkward, unsure whether you should stand up to let him slide them off. He doesn’t answer, lifting your ass in his palms, rolling your underwear off in a fluid, practised movement.

He knows what he’s doing. Clearly. You don’t need to help him out. You didn’t think it was possible to feel any hotter, but with this realisation, you’re suddenly on fire. Your skin prickles; leaving you feeling slick and overly sensitive.

His nose brushes the inside of your thigh, nudging your legs apart. “Oh my God,” you hear yourself say, flopping onto your back. Warm breath fans over your skin, and then his lips; dragging lightly, the feel of his tongue pressing gently into the soft give of your leg.

As he works higher, your breaths grow shorter. He’s barely even started yet, and he has you shifting your legs, squirming into the bed. His hands gently encircle your knees, holding them apart, and you hear the quietly wet glisten as he spreads you open. You make an undignified little choking sound. “Doing alright up there?” he drawls, his strange accent resonant.

The sound of his voice alone has you squeezing your cunt in anticipation. “Um, yeah. Doing…doing well. Thank you. How about you?” You wrinkle your nose, staring up into the shadowy beams of the ceiling, wishing they’d come tumbling down to crush you. He’s too smooth. You’re embarrassing yourself. But he doesn’t seem to mind.

He laughs quietly. “Yeah, I’m good.” Then his nose meets your cunt, and you lose the ability to form coherent thoughts.

He closes his lips around your clit, his mouth hot and close. His tongue rolls against you, steady and skilful, and you rock your hips unconsciously up to chase his movement, bumping into his nose.

This feels nothing like the clumsy, half-hearted efforts you’ve experienced in the past. This is masterful; attentive, glorious. Better than your own fingers. Better than your vibrator. You’re already seeing stars.

He grips your thighs, pinning you in place while you whimper and gasp. You can feel his jaw working as he drags each little sound out of you; every movement unhurried but deliberate. You crane your neck down to watch; his thick curls tickling at your sensitive inner thighs.

You jolt as you meet his gaze. While the entire lower half of his face is pressed between your legs, you find his attention still fixed to your face; his eyes inscrutable. You have the crazed, ridiculous urge to wave down at him, even as your legs begin to shake and cramp with the tension of holding still. It would be such a Steven move, you think.

He works firmer, and you choke out a tiny curse, grasping fistfuls of the sheets. It might be because your thoughts have drifted, but it’s at that moment you notice the tiny scar just above his left eyebrow. You know exactly where he got it: walking dozily into the edge of a packing crate down in the collection stores. You remember it vividly. You’d even had to write up the incident report for it while he’d dug a bandaid out of the first-aid kit at the security desk.

So…he is? But he isn’t, he can’t be. You’re so confused. You’re too far gone to figure it out.

The pleasure is winding tighter, and your leg jerks alarmingly in his grip as your abdominal muscles tense to the point of breathlessness. Your head swims from lack of air, and you realise you’ve been holding your breath, sucking in a frantic lungful just as time stops around you.

You cry out wordlessly as you come, suspended in the moment, arching up off the bed even as he calmly pins you in place.

“Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod…” You don’t even realise you’re saying anything until he’s climbing up over you onto the bed, grinning again, pressing his finger to your lips.

“I know, I know. Shh,” he says, his humour palpable. You can’t seem to get enough air in, and you shake your head at him, your eyes wide.

“Oh my God,” you finish, breathless.

He traces the outline of your breasts through your work shirt, still buttoned to the top. “You want to keep goi—”

“Yes,” you interrupt, already reaching down to yank your shirt from where it’s tucked in under your rumpled skirt. “Yes, keep going, Ste—whoever you are.”

He shifts your hands away, opening your shirt far faster and with more dexterity than you would’ve managed. One-handed, he pulls his own shirt over his head, and you stare at the lean muscle of his torso; scarred and toned and beautiful.

The thought of Steven caring enough to cultivate a body like this seems laughable. His chest muscles flex as he kicks his pants down. So, this is your answer. Your heart lurches uncomfortably. This feels like a betrayal, despite the fact that there’s nothing going on between you and Steven.

And yet, the man now tossing your bra over the side of the bed looks so much like him. You dart a not-very-subtle glance down, and see his cock is hard, flushed, thick. Beautiful. Awestruck and filled with renewed heat, you trace the edge of his bicep with your fingertip. “Do…do you think it’s okay? Doing this? In his bed?”

He shrugs. “Well. Technically, it’s my bed.” He places a strange, ironic emphasis on ‘my’, then stretches up to reach toward the nightstand.

Nothing is awkward about him. Even ripping open the condom, rolling it over the length of his cock, shifting his weight onto his knees over you. Every movement fluid, easy; like that of a man who trusts his body implicitly. It’s unsettling, but it’s unbearably sexy.

He gently cups your face, his thumb stroking across your lower lip. “Still good?”

You nod, and he tilts his hips forward, and you exhale breathily as he slowly eases you open.

“That feels…oh,” you groan, dazed. He sinks deeper, angling himself downward, and you could swear your eyes roll back.

He’s nodding slowly, gently easing himself back before sinking back in, deeper than before. “Yeah. Yeah, it does. God, you’re pretty. No wonder he likes you so much.”

You don’t have time to figure that out before he’s rocking into you again, more smoothly this time. He cups your breast, groaning quietly, and you let your head tilt limply back as he begins to set a steady, beautiful rhythm.

Your bones feel like melted caramel; thick and syrupy and warm. He feels perfect inside you; the ridge around the head of his cock stroking at your g-spot, even through the layer of latex.

Your grasping hands are curling and uncurling in the covers, when you find the edge of what feels like a bicycle chain lock with a buckle at the end. You turn your head to the side to squint at it, shaking it free and finding the other end affixed to the column at the foot of the bed. You blink at it. “Is this…?”

“You should probably ignore that,” he murmurs, covering your lips with his own. He tastes of you, tangy and slippery. You moan weakly into his mouth, wrapping your legs around his waist, reaching up to feel the softness of his hair. The bed thuds hollowly against the bookcase behind it with the force of his movements inside you.

He stays deep. Barely withdrawing; grinding himself inside you. You aren’t sure whether it feels any good for him. But God, it feels good for you. He noses along your jaw, his lips at your neck, gathering your limp body up into his arms to hold you close.

You’d like to be more engaged. Pull your weight a little. Make him feel as incredible as he’s making you feel. But you’re too pleasure-drunk; floppy and lazy and warm underneath the weight of him. The best you can manage is a lifting of your hips to meet his, and he pauses, letting you clumsily work out your own disjointed rhythm. “Can I…? I’d like to…” you trail off, unsure what you’re even asking for.

But he seems to understand all the same. He shifts to the side, gripping your hips and taking you with him as he turns onto his back, until you’re straddling his waist, his cock seated deep inside you.

It’s immediately even better. You gasp down at him, and he sinks his teeth into his lower lip, a faint sheen on his forehead. “S’this what you wanted?” he murmurs.

You nod, encouraged, and lift your weight onto your knees before sinking yourself down onto his length. This time, he’s the one who groans. It travels straight to your cunt, and you clench around him, the feeling exquisite.

“Careful with that,” he breathes, his hands on your waist, holding you steady. “You’ll make me…oh, fuck—”

You hadn’t meant to do it again, but it’s hard to control yourself. Everything feels incredible. Grinding yourself down onto him, sheathed all the way to the base, where his neatly trimmed dark curls are already stuck damp to his skin with a combination of sweat and your arousal.

You rock your weight back and forth just a little faster; the movement catching at your breath, and your head drops limply forward as you brace your hands onto his chest.

There’s too much blood pounding in your brain. You feel dizzy and desperate, riding down harder, your inner thighs tensing with the movement. You feel as though you’ve been there for hours, but it hardly matters; it’s good, you think, the softness of your breasts rippling upwards with each bounce, it’s so good, so good…

Too soon, you can feel yourself reaching a renewed peak and, needy with the sensation, you chase it down, your legs cramping with your sustained effort. You can feel yourself growing weaker; trembling with exertion and overwhelming pleasure.

You feel as though you’re racing your own stamina toward your release, whimpering brokenly, grinding yourself down. It’s an awful thought; you’re desperate to continue, but your movements are losing their rhythm; too weak to continue. You can’t bear to stop, but you have no choice.

He doesn’t let you.

Seizing the softness of your ass in both hands, he drags you back and forth against him, forcing you to keep riding, even after you’re too weak to move yourself. You could be a toy in his hands as he pulls you onto his cock; thrusting up into you, gritting out something obscene as his cock twitches inside you.

You can tell he’s growing close, and the thought is enough to nearly push you over your own edge again. He fucks you harder now; your head rocking back on your shoulders, and your cries are softer, more breathless as your entire body tenses.

Your orgasm crashes over you, near-violent, and instead of slowing, he speeds up, forcing you toward immediate overstimulation as his hips smack up against your slick skin. You mindlessly sink your nails into his chest, hard enough to break the skin.

His brows draw together and he hisses, long and harsh, and you’re worried you’ve hurt him, but then he curses, his hips stuttering as he empties himself into the thin layer of latex separating you.

Panting, you unpeel yourself from his hot skin, slumping onto your side on the bed. He reaches over, mindlessly stroking his hand along the length of your side, down to the swell of your hip.

“I can’t believe we just did that,” you say, your attention caught on the way his hair sticks in ringlets around his ears. “I’ve never done that before. Jumped into bed with someone I’ve only just met.”

“Mmm,” he returns, his palm gentle on your skin, dark eyes lazily half-lidded. “Have we? Only just met, I mean?”

You frown at him, bewildered. You don’t know how to answer that.

When you stand, your bare feet hit the cool wood floor at the foot of the bed; weirdly grainy, as though in need of a thorough clean. You shake out your bra before you put it back on, sand skittering out of the cups. He stays reclined, watching as you straighten your skirt and tuck your now-wrinkled shirt back in.

He slips out of the bed behind you, stepping back into his pants, leaving his chest bare. As he walks you to the door, you realise your nails have left painful-looking little crescent moon-shaped cuts in his skin. They’ll probably fade after a few days, you tell yourself, but you feel slightly guilty all the same.

You need the loo, but you’re too shy to ask. You itch to get home and mentally sort through the events of the night. As though in a dream, you turn to leave without saying goodbye. But he catches your elbow, pausing you just outside the door. “He doesn’t know how to show you, or tell you. But he likes you. A lot. Give him a chance.”

It should be a wildly strange thing for him to say, considering what you’ve just done together, but in the context of the entire nights’ disjointed, unreal sense of overall strangeness, you know precisely what he means. Your heart swells in your chest, and you nod, shy, a tiny smile lifting your lips.

“I’ll, um. See you around,” you tell him, not knowing if that’s true.

You wait until you’re back in the lift before you slip your shoes off to shake out the loose grains of sand still stuck to the bottom of your feet.

[leossmoonn]

Helping Hand [Kol Mikaelson]

masterlist 

pairing - kol mikaelson x fem!reader

type - fluff

note/ request - “hey can i request a kol fluff where the reader and him babysit her sister's babies and they prefer kol” this was so cute, enjoy!

summary - kol helps you babysit and you both learn the kids prefer kol

warnings / includes - children (jkk i hate love kids), flirting, kissing

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*gif isn’t mine*

Babysitting was supposed to be easy. You loved babysitting. You did lots in your youth. You worked very well with kids. Well, at least that’s what you thought before your sister dropped her kids off. 

“Lacey needs to be in bed by 7, otherwise she just won’t sleep the rest of the night. The only thing Noah will eat are chicken tenders. You have those right? Try to get him to eat some carrots, too, okay? Thanks,” Your sister, Monica, said.

She handed you a duffle bag full of baby supplies and games for Noah. 

“Oh, and Noah likes to watch Paw Patrol, but if you want him to calm down, put on Aladdin or The Little Mermaid. He likes the monkey and Ariel. Oh! And-”

“I got it, Mon. I used to babysit when we were younger, remember?” You said. 

“Right, right. Okay, well if you need to know anything else there’s a little folder Dan and I put together.”

“Noted. I doubt I’ll need it, though,” you chuckled. 

“You probably will,” Monica laughed breathily. She then bent down to Noah.”Be good for Aunt Y/n, okay, my loves? Mommy and Daddy will be back in the morning.” She got back up and kissed Lacey on the cheek, causing the baby to babble.  

“Bye, Mommy!” Noah exclaimed. 

“Bye, honey!” Monica waved. She then left, picking up her dress and heading over to her car.

“Have fun!” You shouted as the drove away. You then shut the door and smiled at the baby in your arm and the 5 year old on the ground. 

“Hey, so what do you guys wanna do?” You asked. 

Noah looked around, spotting your cat. “Kitty!” He shouted, running full speed to the cat. 

“Oh, Noah, please don’t! Hazel doesn’t like it when people run at her!” You exclaimed, running over to him with Lacey still in your arms.

You saw Hazel jump to the ground and run upstairs. Noah pouted and looked to you. 

“Kitty didn’t wanna play,” he said. “Well, cats generally don’t like to play with people they don’t know, Noah. Why don’t we watch some TV and play with some of your toys. Kitty might come out if we are calm,” you smiled at him. 

“No! I want Kitty now!” Noah screamed, running up stairs. 

“Noah!” You shouted. You went to run after him, but Lacey giggled in your arms, reminding you that you had another kid to look after. 

“Alright uh, why don’t we put you in your playpen, okay?” You suggested. 

Lacey babbled again in reply. 

“I’ll take that as a yes,” you smiled. 

You carried her to your living room where Dan, Monica’s husband, had set up the playpen. You set Lacey in, setting in a few toys. You then turned on a baby monitor, setting it right beside the playpen. You took another monitor and clipped it to your pants so you were able to hear Lacey at all times. You then started to go upstairs, hoping that Hazel didn’t attack Noah. 

“Hazel? Noah?” You called out. 

“Are those your other partners, darling? I don’t think I agreed to an open relationship with you,” a sexy, Australian voice sounded from behind you. 

You stopped in your track, holding the railing as you turned around. 

“Kol?! What are you doing here?” You asked, a big smile on your face. 

“Well, I was taking a stroll around the neighbourhood and couldn’t help but be curious as to why there were two children being thrown into your house,” he explained with a smile. 

You chuckled and climbed back down the stairs, walking over to him. “They’re my sister’s. That one is Lacey,” you said, pointing to the baby in the playpen. 

“Oh, my. She is adorable!” Kol exclaimed, walking over to the baby. 

“Yeah, she is,” you nodded. “I uh, I have to go and check on Noah. He’s my sister’s 5 year-old. He was chasing Hazel.”

“Want me to help?” Kol asked. 

“No, it’s okay. I got this. I’m great with kids,” you reassured. 

“Oh, I bet,” Kol smirked. “What?” You asked, crossing your arms around your chest. 

“Nothing, nothing. Now go, I’ll stay with Lacey,” Kol smiled. 

“Alright,” you sighed, turning around on your heel. 

You ran up the stairs, going straight to your bedroom, knowing that that’s where Hazel liked to hide. You busted through the door, groaning as you saw Noah on his stomach, reaching under your bed. 

“Hey, Noah, leave Hazel alone, okay?” You asked. 

“I want to see see Kitty!” Noah exclaimed. “Well, Kitty needs to some to adjust you,” you explained. 

“Why?” Noah asked. “Because cats are shy and reserved, unlike dogs who like people,” you answered. 

“C’mon, why don’t we go and get you a snack,” you suggested, getting on your knees.

“I’m not hungry,” Noah grumbled. “Then how about we watch a movie? Your mom told me you like Aladdin and The Little Mermaid, right?” 

“Yeah, but I wanna play with Kitty,” Noah said. 

You rolled your eyes, your irritation building. “You have to let her come to you okay. I know it’s a little annoying, but that’s just how cats are.”

“Noah, why don’t we go and play with your trains,” Kol said from your doorway. 

Your head snapped up to him, glaring. “I told you I got this.” “Yeah, it sure sounds like it, darling,” Kol chuckled. He got down next to you, smiling at Noah. 

“Who are you?” Noah asked, looking at him.

“I am Kol. Y/n’s boyfriend. I didn’t realise she was watching you and your sister today,” Kol smiled.

“Yeah, she’s my Aunt,” Noah said. “I know, she told me. So, what is the problem you are having here?” Kol asked. 

“I want to pet Kitty, but she’s hiding,” Noah pouted. 

“Ah, well cats are pus-”

“Kol!” You slapped his arm. Kol rolled his eyes, “Cats are annoying. I prefer dogs, myself. Why don’t we just bring your toys up here and wait until the cat comes out?”

“Okay!” Noah smiled. He got up to get his toys from downstairs. 

You scoffed, “Why does he listen to you and not me?”

“Because boys listen to other boys. Unless it’s their mother,” Kol explained. 

“Wow, so even 5 year-olds are sexist?” You asked jokingly. “No, not like that,” Kol rolled his eyes. 

“Mhm,” you hummed. “Well let me get Lacey since we are staying up here.”

“No, no. Why don’t I deal with Noah, you go and watch Lacey,” Kol said. 

“Hm, alright. You have fun in your little boy’s club,” you smirked, getting up. 

“Will do,” Kol smiled at you. He got up with you, putting his hand on your waist and pulling you in. 

“Kol, no,” you giggled. “Just one kiss, love,” Kol said, looking deeply into your eyes. 

You sighed, knowing you wouldn’t be able to resist him. You put your arms around his neck, leaning up to press your lips against his. You melted into him immediately, kissing him chastely. You pulled away after a few moments, hearing Noah’s footsteps approach your room. 

“Have fun, gorgeous,” Kol winked at you. “Will do,” you chuckled.

You went downstairs, going over to Lacey who was standing up in her playpen. 

“Wow, you’re stronger than I thought,” you chuckled. You went to the duffle bag, pulling out the folder Dan and her made. You went to Lacey’s feeding schedule and looked at the clock. 

“Looks like it’s time for dinner,” you smiled. 

You got out the bottle of breast milk that Monica had packed and heated it up, going back over to Lacey. You set the bottle on the coffee table, grabbing Lacey out of her playpen and laying her down in your arms. You then grabbed the bottle and attempted the feed her, but she kept resisting.

“C’mon, Lacey. I know you’re hungry,” you said. “I know I’m not your mom, so it’s a little weird, but you can trust me.”

Lacey looked up at you, smiling and giggling. Her little hands reached out for the bottle. You breathed out in relief. 

“That’s it, good girl, Lacey,” you cooed as you put the bottle gently in her mouth. 

She drank for a good few moments before she pulled away. 

“All done?” You asked as if she could answer. You set the bottle down, lifting Lacey up gently. 

“Okay, do you wanna be burped?” You asked again. 

Lacey looked up a you, a mischievous grin on her lips. 

“What is that looks for?” You giggled, lifting her up to your shoulder. 

As you were would to get a cloth, Lacey then spit up on your shoulder and in your hair. 

“Oh, shi-sugar!” You exclaimed. “I must have fed you too much, I’m sorry,” you apologised to the squealing baby. 

You set Lacey down in her playpen, going over to your kitchen to get a washcloth. You came back to the living room to find Kol with Noah in his arms. 

“I heard you shout, you okay?” Kol asked. “Yeah, I’m fine. I just got spit up on, though,” you groaned, gesturing to your hair that was now sticky due to your sister’s breast milk. 

“Yikes. You must have fed her too much,” Kol said. 

“Well obviously,” you rolled your eyes. “It’s been a while since I’ve taken care of a baby, you know?”

Kol chuckled, “Are you sure you’re prepared for this?”

“Yes. I am CPR and First Aid certification. I have the Pediatrician’s number. I took 10 baby-sitting classes when I was 16 so I was able to do baby-sitting as a business, so I’m pretty prepared. It’s just some kids are more difficult than other’s,” you shrugged. 

“Wow, I never knew you did all that to be able to watch children,” Kol said, genuinely surprised. 

“Yeah, well, if a kid dies on your hands, you can go to jail,” you sighed. 

“Americans are so weird. Back in the day, if a child died while you were taking care of them, it probably means they were weak and didn't deserve to live,” Kol remarked. 

“Don’t say that in front of the kids!” You scolded. “And yeah, that was in like, ancient times. I’m glad it’s changed.”

“Are you calling me ancient?” Kol asked. “Hm… yeah,” you smirked. 

“How rude. I know why these kids don’t like you, then,” Kol teased. 

“Who’s the rude one now?” You challenged, going to your laundry room to put the washcloth in the dirty basket. 

You came back to Kol and Noah sitting on the couch with Lacey on Kol’s lap. 

“I think you have competition, babe,” Kol laughed. “Well, she’s cuter than me, so I’ll let it pass,” you laughed, sitting down with him. 

“Can we watch little mermaid?” Noah asked. 

“Yeah, of course, buddy,” you nodded. You turned on the TV, going to Disney+ and starting the movie. 

“Did you guys get to see Hazel?” You asked. 

“No,” Noah shook his head sadly. “Aw, well, I’m sure she’ll come out now that we’ve given her space,” you reassured. 

“Yay!” Noah exclaimed.  You couldn’t help but smile at his enthusiasm. You watched half of the movie before you started to feel tired. You had your head on Kol’s shoulder and your arm locked with his. Kol had one of his hands on your knee, his other on Lacey’s back and supporting her as she was sleeping on Kol’s chest. 

As you felt yourself start to doze off, Noah then started to talk.

“I’m hungry,” he whined.  You yawned and sat up. “Do you want chicken fingers? I’ll fix some for you.”

“Yeah!” Noah smiled at you and nodded. 

You went to get up, but Kol’s hand on your thigh brought you back down. 

“What are you doing?” You looked to him. “Let me do it. You’ve been running around trying to take care of these children,” Kol said. 

You rolled your eyes. “I’m fine. And I’ve barely done anything.”

“Yes, you have. And I can tell you were about to fall asleep before Noah announced his hunger. Let me do this,” Kol insisted. 

“Ugh, fine. What about Lacey?” You asked, gesturing to the sleeping baby. 

“You can have her,” he said, picking her up and setting her on your lap. 

“Alright,” you sighed, taking Lacey into your arms. 

“I’ll be back,” Kol said. You smiled up at him and nodded, turning your attention back to the movie. 

Not even a minute later, Lacey started to cry. 

“Oh, no. Lacey, what’s wrong?” You asked. 

As she wailed, she pointed to Kol, who was placing fries on a baking pan. 

“Oh, you gotta be kidding me,” you muttered. “I’ll be back, Noah.”

Noah nodded, his eyes focused on the movie. You got up, taking Lacey with you. 

“What’s up?” Kol asked as he set the pan in the oven. 

“You seriously didn’t hear her crying,” you gestured to the sniffling baby. 

“I did, I just thought Noah did something,” Kol shrugged. 

“Hm, nope. She wants you,” you said. Kol shut the oven with a smile. 

“Really? I feel so honoured.”

“Yeah, yeah. Just take the baby. I feel bad enough she spit on me. I don't want her to keep crying because she doesn’t want me to hold her,” you frowned, holding Lacey up. 

“Maybe she needs her diaper changed,” Kol suggested.

“No, I changed her diaper in the beginning of the movie, remember?” You said. 

“Yes, but babies poop and pee all the time. Let’s check,” he said and held up Lacey to his nose. 

“Oh, yeah, she needs to be changed,” Kol cringed, handing her to you. 

“What! Why me?” You asked. “Well, because she obviously wasn’t crying because of you,” Kol said. 

“She’s gonna pee on me. I know it,” you said, taking the baby back.

“That’d be funny,” Kol chuckled. 

You glared at him, making him apologise. 

“Sorry. Fine, I’ll stand there with you. I’ve never changed a baby’s diaper, anyways,” Kol said. 

“Yeah, and you probably never will,” you sighed. Kol frowned, “Well, you never know. We can always adopt.”

You smiled, “Yeah, true.”

You two went to the living room, grabbing the duffle bag and going to the bathroom. You cleaned up Lacey successfully, Kol clapping. 

“Wow, I would never be able to do that,” Kol said. 

“Next time I’ll give you a chance,” you smirked, lifting Lacey back up. 

“Alright, let's go back and relax,” you said. Kol nodded and walked with you to the living room. 

You were pleasantly surprised to see Hazel there next to Noah.

“I see you’ve got the Kitty,” you smiled. 

“Yeah! She likes me,” Noah giggled. “I bet she does,” you nodded.  “Kol, can we play with the trains?” Noah asked. 

“Yeah, of course, buddy,” Kol smiled. You went to the couch with Lacey, Lacey sitting up and babbling while pointing to Kol. 

“I think someone wants you, babe,” you chucked.

Kol got up and took Lacey, setting her down on the floor in-between his legs. 

“Need any help?” You asked laying down on the couch. 

“Nope,” Kol said. “Okay,” you sighed, closing your eyes. 

And before you knew it, you were fast asleep. Kol smiled fondly at you, getting up quickly and placing a blanket over you. He then grabbed all the pillows and another blanket, creating a little play space for Lacey. 

“Alright, you sit right there and if you fall, the pillows will be there to support you,” he said. 

He then started to play with Noah. 

“How long?” Noah asked. “How long what?” Kol asked. 

Noah pointed to you and then back at him.

Kol chuckled. “Oh, I see. Well, we’ve known each other as friends for 2 years. I asked her ask out 2 years ago and we’ve been dating ever since.”

“Do you love her?” Noah asked, looking up at Kol with big, innocent eyes.  

Kol chuckled, staring at you as he spoke. “Yeah, I love her. I love her a lot.”

Noah giggled. “My daddy says ‘i love you’ to us and my mommy every night.”

“He’s a good man,” Kol said. Noah nodded, going back to playing with his trains. 

You woke up 2 hours later to faint singing and a dark room. 

“Kol?” You called out once you got more awake. You looked around the room, starting to panic once you realised Noah and Lacey weren’t in the room. 

“Noah? Lacey?” You called out. As you started to get up, Kol walked into the room. 

“Kol? Where are the kids? I-I accidentally fell asleep,” you breathed out. 

Kol gave you a smile and walked over to you, wrapping his arms around you.

“The children are fine, darling. They’re both sleeping,” he explained, pressing a soft kiss to your head. 

“Oh,” you chuckled. You looked up at him with a thankful smile. “Thank you so much for helping today. I’m afraid my baby sitting skills are a little rusty.”

Kol shrugged with a smile, “No worries. I like helping you and spending time with you. Plus, I have discovered I’m actually good at taking care of children.”

“You are. Who would’ve known under all that murder-vampire-ness, you would have a soft spot for kids,” you smiled. 

“I also have a soft spot for you,” Kol said, setting his hands on your hips and leaning in. 

“Oh, is that so?” You smirked, entangling your fingers in his hair, 

“Mhm,” Kol hummed, pressing his lips to your’s. 

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As Far As Friends Go

Summary: Emily Rooney has always wanted more than what her family wanted for her; to get married to a nice, wealthy young man and have lots of well-raised Catholic babies. So when her fiancee enlists with the marines she decides this is her chance to have an adventure before she has to get married. She finds herself outfitted with the 506th working alongside a flippant intelligence officer.

Chapter 2 (Chapter 1; Chapter 3; Chapter 4)

Nixon - September 1943 “Captain Nixon, sir?” “Hm? What?” Lewis Nixon barked. He turned to face the intelligence staff private who stood in the doorway. “Sir, I have the newest support staff member with me.”

“Who?” Nixon asked.

“Ms. Rooney, she’s being added to our staff. I gave you a memo before we boarded the train to New-.”


“Right, right,” Nixon waved his hand, ushering the private into the large room that would serve as 2nd battalion’s intelligence HQ while they were in Aldbourne. “What did you say her name was again?”



“Emily, Emily Rooney,” the young woman stepped out from behind the private. Nixon took in the neatly dressed young woman. Her dark red-brown hair was neatly curled and pinned back. Her full lips were painted a pleasing shade of red and, Nixon noted appreciatively, her stockings looked like real silk under the Army-issued skirt. “Ever been a secretary before?” Emily swallowed, “Well sir, I’m not a secretary, so no.”



Nixon raised an eyebrow, “is that not what you’re here to do?”



“No, sir,” Emily’s voice was stronger now. “I was working with the cartographers before,” she hesitated at his expressionless face, “with the O.S.S. but I told them I’d take any international assignment they have, as soon as they have it. So, here I am!” she enthused then quickly folded her hands demurely in front of her. “Did you come over on the, the uh..? “Samaria, yes sir.”


“Uh okay, well I’m guessing you know where you’re supposed to sleep and all that?” Nixon glanced at the private still standing by.

“Yes sir.” “Okay, well I’ll let you know when I need you I guess, and when we get working on things.” “I’m supposed to start with coding and morse code instruction, sir. Or at least that’s what I was told.” “Okay, great well- I guess you can get started with the radiomen as soon as they’re done with maneuvers.” Nixon turned away, signaling the end of the conversation. “Great, thank you, sir.” Nixon waited for the sound of footsteps before looking briefly over his shoulder to watch Ms. Rooney exit with the private behind her. Nixon’s brow furrowed in thought. He opened his leather valise and dug around through various papers. Not finding what he wanted, he shuffled through the loosely strewn papers across his desk. Around him typewriters still sat in their cases, reports sat in neat but forgotten stacks, abandoned by the soldiers who were called away before they properly settled in. The Army standard organization was there, but so was the unfamiliarity of a new workspace. “Davis!” Nixon called over his shoulder. After a moment the private who had introduced Emily came in. “Sir?” he asked. “I can’t find that memo you gave me. Do we have a dossier on this Ms. Rooney or something I can look at to get a better idea of who she is?” “Yes sir,” Private Davis said, “one moment.” Davis went to a pile of stacked brown file pockets sitting on the corner of Nixon's desk. A few seconds later he pulled a neatly paper-clipped folder from one of the file pockets and handed it to Nixon. On the top page, to the left of a small black and white photo read Miss Rooney, Emily R. “Thank you,” Nixon said, his eyes transfixed on her profile. The private nodded and exited the door. Nixon sank into his desk chair as he scanned the report in his hands. 5’, 5”, Brown Hair, Blue Eyes. Fort Wayne, IN. Unmarried, no children. Previously positioned with the O.S.S, cartographers. Languages: none. Special skills: morse code, code-breaking. Education: St. Mary’s College. Previous profession: typist. Nixon scanned the report with a guileless curiosity. Interesting, he thought. What was special about this young lady? How did she find herself working first a coveted intelligence post and what possessed her to seek out a job that got her outfitted with army battalion intelligence? Nixon passed the morning getting situated. He went back and forth between meetings with other intelligence staff, Lieutenant Strayer, and Major Horton. Nixon couldn’t help but wonder what Easy Company was up to. As much as he didn’t miss being at Sobel’s mercy, he did miss being among the men. Did he miss the physical training and the maneuvers? Not a bit. But a piece of him missed feeling in the thick of things. He was so removed as an intelligence officer. He was stuck between two worlds, and he wanted to be part of both of them. Nixon wanted to be the first to know but he also wanted to be among the men he trained with. Although he served the entire 2nd battalion, he would always consider himself a part of Easy Company. Luckily, he had Dick Winters. Winters served as his bridge between the regiment and the company. Winters had also become a dear friend and confidant during their time at Toccoa. So naturally, Nixon had to fill him in on the newest member of their battalion’s staff. “So how does she seem? Fit for the job?” Winter’s asked sliding his tray in front of the mess attendant. “I guess so,” Nixon said, following behind him, “whatever that is.” “I thought you were an intelligence officer,” Winter’s shot Nixon a skeptical little smile, “aren’t you supposed to know?”

“I know,” Nixon said brashly, “I just don't know what I’m supposed to do with her.” He emphasized that last word as if Emily were a random child he was handed and told to take care of. “I’m sure you’ll get a better idea as we continue training,” Winter’s reassured him. “I guess so. Apparently, she’s supposed to teach morse code, so at least she’ll be occupied with that for a while.” Winter’s chuckled, “she’s an adult woman, Lew, and you’re not her babysitter.” “Barely,” Nixon scoffed, “she’s twenty-two.” “We’ve got a lot of men here that are younger than that.” “Sure, even so.” Nixon and Winters sat down at a long mess table. Winters pushed the food around on his tray as Nixon continued to process what it would mean to manage and work alongside a female. “I guess we’ll see,” he said resignedly.

[justanotheronechicagofan]

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7. The thing that works

series summary - Will the Halstead brothers be able to reconnect with their sister after 5 years? chapter summary - a worried Hailey visits Jay and finds out more about Madeline Jay Halstead, Hailey Upton TW - Mentions of parental death and missing persons investigation

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Several loud knocks on Jay’s door jerked him from his stillness. 

His phone screen flashed back at him - 22:38 and multiple texts from his partner. 

💬 Hailey :) [23 minutes ago] I'm gonna take your lack of response as a no - I'm coming over

💬 Hailey :) [48 minutes ago] You okay? 

💬 Hailey :) [1hr ago] Wanna grab a beer? I’ll buy ... :) 

Shit  - Considering he doesn’t even know where the past hour is gone, he really isn’t in the mood to see people. Especially people that he can’t hide from. Rubbing his face, he quickly made his way to the door. Before he even has the chance to tell her that he’s fine, his partner makes her way into the apartment, his favourite 6pack in tow. 

“Hails-” “Nope. I get you wanna be alone but that’s just not gonna happen” she says, already putting the beers in the fridge. Knowing he’s already lost this, he sighs and goes to grab the glasses. When he turns, he can’t help but smile seeing her struggling to reach for the whisky. “I got it,” he said, swiftly grabbing it.  “Why’d you put it so high?” she huffs. “Because, someone had a little too much and kept fighting me for more last time, remember?” he patronised with a smile on his face as he poured. He’ll never admit it but there’s a little part of him that left it there because he finds it cute.  She gives him a look but a second later, her eyes crinkle. “Still had that hangover though” laughing in the brightest way.  He chuckled and they clinked their glasses together before falling into a comfortable silence. 

They stand around the counter slowly sipping and although there’s a part of Hailey that wants to know, she decides to just join him in the quiet.  After a while he reveals, “That girl from yesterday. She’s my sister”  She suspected it but it still takes her back. Reigning in the questions popping up in her mind, she just asks “What’s her name?”  “Maddie. Madeline Grace” Jay said with a small smile.  “That’s pretty. It suits her” she said.  “Yeah it does. Mom had it picked out way before she knew she was having a girl” Hailey notices how this is the first time in weeks she’s seen him genuinely smile.  “Oh wow. Prepared lady.”  “Hell no. We were both in high school when Maddie was born - Will was a senior!” Jay laughed. “Total surprise after Mom and Dad went to the cabin for their wedding anniversary.” “Well, that cabin does have views,” she said, remembering when Jay invited Intelligence to Wisconsin in the Summer.  “Yeah. Mom was thrilled. I mean she loved us but I think she always wanted a girl. And man did Maddie have all of us wrapped around her finger, even Dad” Hailey chuckled as the image of a teenage Will and Jay trying to win the affection of a newborn popped in her head.  “What?” Jay smiled holding her gaze. “Just trying to imagine how that went down,” she amused.  “Oh it's exactly like you imagine it. Gets funnier when she got into fairies” “Did you join in?” she asked, holding back the laughter even though she knew the answer would be yes.  “Course I did Hails. Tea parties, playing house, being her horse, serious business.” he listed schooling his face before joining Hailey who was bursting.  “Seriously though, younger me would have loved that” Hailey said once they calmed down.  “Yeah?”  “Mhh. I was more into princesses than fairies but my 12 and 9 year old brothers weren’t as keen. They were good when I wanted to join in playing cops though so guess that came in handy” she joked.  “I guess it did,” Jay smiled, imagining a little Hailey running around. “C’mon what do you wanna ask me?” he said when he saw her debating something in her head.  “Uh- The tv the other night. I looked it up and that film- I mean, was she always into acting?” “Mmm. Was a surprise to me too. I haven’t asked her about it yet but I guess she always did liked to perform” “Perform?” she said, cocking her head.  “Yeah. She’s loved ballet ever since Mom first took her - I think she was like 3 or something. Told me today that she’s training to be one” he replied, proud.  “Really? Jay! That’s amazing!”  “Yeah. I’m so proud of her. I mean, Will and I always knew she would” he beamed.  “You have any photos?” Hailey asked, relieved seeing Jay this happy.  

He came back from the bedroom moments later and handed her a purple file folder decorated around the edge with gem stickers. She first picked up the stack of pictures and as she looked through them, the red haired girl in beautiful costumes grew before her, perfectly poised and always smiling widely at the camera.  “Man, you Halstead’s don’t like to go half way with doing things do you?” Hailey joked, perusing through the several clippings of local papers, the word ‘places’ and ‘wins’ jumping out at her in almost every headline. When she got to the last one, she paused at the date. 

_______________________________________________________________________ Carlisle ballerina wins first place in Youth America Grand Prix | 14 January 2013 Madeline Halstead of Carlisle took first place in the junior classical division of the Youth America Grand Prix Regional Semi-Finals held in Pennsylvania this past weekend. The 13 year old who has trained at the Central Pennsylvania Youth Ballet since the age of 7, performed three variations in front of 5 judges and a full audience. Although the Youth Grand Prix is considered to be the world’s largest ballet competition, this was not the first time Madeline captured a win. Miss Halstead first received gold when she was just 10 years old, going on to place in the top 12 in her category every year at the Philadelphia Semi Finals. The spotlight is on for Madeline as she prepares ahead for the NY Finals in April where she placed third in the same category last year.  _______________________________________________________________________

She furrowed her eyebrows as she flicked back through the articles - the earlier ones were mostly about holiday productions held in local schools but there was at least one for every year starting from 2006. Where were the others?  “That’s the last one,” Jay said, reading her thoughts.  She looked back at him confused, but that’s 5 years ago. He meets her with the same indescribable expression she had witnessed that night at Mollys. Jay bore into her as if he was analyzing her trust, then finally placed a file she didn’t catch the first time round in front of her. She tensed as she instantly recognised the front. A case file. 

_______________________________________________________________________

Carlisle P.D. - Missing Juvenile Report  Name: Madeline Grace Halstead  Age:14. Female. White. 5'4", 93 lbs. Red hair, long.  Last seen: Exiting ballet studio at 21:32 on 6/03/2013 walking towards North Street. Reported: 20:36 on 7/03/2013  Reported by: Robert Louis Davis, MD _______________________________________________________________________

Her breath hitched as she read the first few lines of the report. She looked back at him when she got to the reported time. Why did it take that long to report? Who is Robert? He’s a doctor? And where even is Carlisle? 

Hailey watched as Jay downed his drink and slowly began. 

“When Mom died- She uh went to go live with our aunt in Pennsylvania- cause none of us really could be with Maddie. Me n Mouse, we’d just got back, Dad was drinking and - I mean Will didn’t even come back for the funeral.” Hailey noticed the tinge of blame that was there. A smile touched his eyes as he continued, “But Mads loved it in Carlisle. Mamie, our aunt was Mom’s best friend and um she never had kids but she used to come over all the time and she helped us out a lot when Mom got sick. Mads and Mamie, they’d always call or send pictures and me n Mouse would go whenever we could. Mamie and Rob, they really helped me and Mouse out that first year cause- we were just- ” 

Hailey recognised that look in Jay as he trailed off. She always saw it creep up no matter how hard he tried to hide it. She didn’t know where to take this but she figured that him giving her the case file was his way of an invitation. She asked gently, wanting to bring him back. “Jay. She was walking home?” 

Jay slightly shook, bringing himself back and continued, “Maddie always biked or walked there cause it’s like a 15 minute walk and the towns small, safe. Tree lined streets, I mean the actual studios in a college.”

“And Robert? He didn’t realise?”

“Yeah. I couldn’t even look at him because of it then. But I can’t blame the guy - he got home that night at 2am and then slept cause he’d worked 18 hours. The school didn’t call him and Mamie didn’t pick up when the studio called cause she was out of town. Mads usually went straight there from school so he didn’t even know. Only found out when he went to pick her up. They tried but by the time it got reported it was-”

“Nearly 24 hours gone” Hailey thought aloud. 

“Yeah. Didn’t have anything to work with. The footage of her leaving the studio was the last thing, she didn’t show up on any eyes after. Just disappeared. They put out AMBER alerts and reached out to Chicago and New York cause that’s where me and Will were. They thought maybe she ran away but-” 

“She would have shown up on footage” Hailey finished the sentence.

“Yeah.” Jay breathed out, looking down the empty glass. “That and we knew her. She was so excited for the Finals in NY. Case never closed but after a while -” he shaked his head. Hailey watched his body clench as resentment smouldered his features “Not even a year after, Dad started speaking like she was dead. Like she was with Mom. Haven’t talked to him since” Hailey then witnessed the slight, almost imperceptible change in him, but couldn’t quite place it. He inhaled shakily then breathed out, 

“Thing is -”

“I thought she was dead too” 

It made sense to Hailey now. How her partner always seemed to find the cases involving kids the hardest. How he always went beyond helping out families who lost theirs. She wondered if maybe that’s why he joined Intelligence. If maybe in those late nights he stayed even when all the paperwork was done, he was searching for her. And that look she’d seen that night at Mollys. She could name it now. It was a look she would never be able to fully understand.  And as his escaping tears crumbled the wall away, she moved silently and held him. 

She was going to stay with him tonight. 

                                            💙✨🦋✨💙

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A/N - The characters belong to Dick Wolf and are from the One Chicago universe he created. A longer chapter featuring Hailey and Jay. This was really difficult for me to write so I hope it turned out okay. Thank you so much to those that are coming along on this story with me :) 

[writing-essence]

Fear - Jonathan Crane

Pairing: Jonathan Crane x (female) Reader

Warnings: Language

Summary: Reader is a student as Gotham State Univeristy and is taking Dr. Crane’s psychology course.

Author’s Note: Hopefully I have the energy to make this a series! I enjoyed writing this one 🥺 -Kelsie

Word Count: 1,536

Gotham State University was your favorite place to be during the spring. Sometimes it felt like the only place in Gotham that had life. Spring was when the cherry blossoms on campus bloomed, flowering the pathways between buildings in a soft pink carpet. Not to mention the campus was always bustling with students and animal life.

Spring term had just started for you, a sophomore at GSU, and you were currently sprinting through the main building on campus. It was the first day of class and you were already running late. Rude glances got thrown at you as you pushed through the crowd of students in the psych hallway but you couldn’t care less. You couldn’t start this term as the girl who was late. First impressions mean everything.

You ended up overestimating how much time you had to get to class, and busted loudly through the door two minutes before class even started. The lecture hall fell silent and all eyes drew to you, panting in the doorway. A deep blush spread over your face and you dropped your head as you quickly made your way to the back of the hall, trying not to draw any more attention to yourself.

“Could I ask you all to sit down at this time? Class is starting,” Whatever chatter had started back up after you entered quickly died down as the professor stood up from behind his desk. He adjusted the mic next to his face awkwardly before making his way toward the front screen.

You squinted from your seat in the back of the hall. He seemed a bit young for a professor. Especially for one at GSU.

“I’m not going to spend the first day introducing myself and going over a syllabus,” He said, monotone, “You don’t need to know about my personal life and I don’t need to know about yours. You’re here to learn,”

You frowned. This guy seemed like a party pooper. It was a slight relief though, you had already done three icebreakers in other classes this week. It would be nice just to jump into the material.

“My name is Dr. Crane and the syllabus is emailed to you if you need to read it,” He mumbled before turning toward the projector with a clicker, “We’re starting off this course with fear, something that I feel as if fuels everyday life,”

“That’s a huge claim,” A student from the front said loudly.

“You can leave if you disagree,” Dr. Crane stated simply, not bothering to even look toward the student, “And you raise your hand in this class if you need to say something,”

Yeesh. You wondered if this scary persona was a part of this lesson on fear.

“Fear is one of humans most important emotions. It’s what kept our ancestors alive from, let’s say, wooly mammoths, and it’s what keeps you from jumping out the window at every one of life’s inconveniences. It’s both biochemical and emotional- which is an important part of today’s lesson,” He clicked his clicker and the projector quickly switched toward a slide explaining the biochemical and emotional responses to fear.

You scrambled quickly to write everything down as quickly as he was saying it but ended up with a page full of unreadable scribbles instead. You were better off just sitting back and listening to what he had to say.

“Biochemical responses to fear are universal while emotional responses are purely individual. This is why some people enjoy scary movies and some people don’t,” He continued, the slides on the projector clicking loudly as they slid in and out of place, “Biochemical responses are part of survival. Without them, none of us would be here today. Some physical reactions to fear include sweating, increased heart rate, and high adrenaline levels. The common “Fight or Flight” response is also a biochemical response to fear,”

You slowly started to zone out as you watched him ramble on more about emotional responses to fear. Every once in awhile he’d readjust his glasses that kept slowly sliding down the bridge of his nose. As he readjusted his glasses his hand would hit the mic causing a soft scratching noise to echo throughout the hall. You couldn’t tell if it was just your boy-less spring break but you were starting to find his awkwardness endearing.

“Now fear is incredibly complex, and the causes of them are purely individual. Phobias can be caused by trauma or just a general lack of control. Other people fear things simply because of the physical response they get from it. Take heights for example: you look down and you feel your stomach drop. Are more scared of being so high or is it just the feeling you get? Is this something that can apply to all fears? Does this make all phobias treatable?”

What he was saying was actually pretty interesting and you would’ve been a lot more focused on it maybe if he wasn’t so damn attractive. Instead, your eyes watched carefully how his hair flopped as he ran his hand through it. Your stomach did a bit of a flip as he turned toward the hall of students.

“That’s all for todays lecture. I’ve sent an email out of a paper I want on my desk before next class on Thursday. Read it carefully,”

Shit. You completely blanked on the last half of the lecture, too busy watching him and not listening. As the rest of the class quickly got up and out of the class, you fumbled awkwardly trying to shove several notebooks into your bag at once. Once everything was inside your bag you brushed your hair out of your face awkwardly before realizing there was only a few students left in the hall and they were quickly making their way out. You glanced over toward Dr. Crane’s desk and made eye contact with him briefly before he quickly looked down at the folder opened in front of him. You blushed furiously before quickly leaving the hall.

-

The paper was supposed to be written about a phobia or yours, but for some reason, you just couldn’t think of one. You sat in just the light of the buzzing computer in your living room for an hour trying to research different phobias seeing if you could find one that you related to, but couldn’t.

The door to your shared apartment opened and closed quickly and you turned around in the squeaky desk chair, watching as your roommate slumped against the wall, defeated.

“How was work?” You asked, noting the grease stains on her apron.

“Great,” She mumbled, “I need a drink,”

You rolled your eyes before turning back toward the computer. What if you went meta? With just one quick search you found it, phobophobia: the fear of phobias. It wasn’t a fear you had but it’s not like that was none of his business.

-

Thursday rolled around quickly and you confidently placed your paper on his desk ten minutes before class started. The lecture hall was empty besides two other students and Dr. Crane who sat behind his desk watching you curiously.

“You’re early today,” You blushed, embarrassed that he remembered you from Tuesday.

“I figured out how to manage my time better,” You awkwardly stated before spinning around and walking toward the back of the class.

That class period he spent reading through the papers that were turned in as a documentary of the Stanford Prison Experiment played on the projector. It made you uneasy, watching the raw clips from the 70s. You could definitely see how fear played into this experiment.

You looked away from the screen and down toward Dr. Crane who sat flipping through the papers. How could he remember you so clearly from Tuesday? There were at least 100 students in this class alone, not to mention his other classes. Did you make that bad of an impression?

He looked up at you, most likely sensing your stare and you quickly glanced back at the screen. Another blush slowly crept across your face.

Near the end of the class, he slowly handed the papers back out. It was only the second day of class- how was he able to know everyone’s name? You finally decided that he must’ve just been really good at associating faces with names. Maybe you didn’t make as bad of a first impression as you initially thought. Maybe he was just really good at recognizing people.

He walked up toward you slowly before sliding your paper in front of you. You avoided eye contact, pretending to be invested in the documentary, but watched as he walked away.

As the documentary ended, the film in the projector started clicking loudly and Dr. Crane finally turned it off.

“I want a paper on The Stanford Prison Experiment on my desk Tuesday before class,” He said loudly as he turned the lights back on, “Try to write it better than this last one, the average score was 70%,”

You looked down quickly at your paper where a neat 100% was written at the top of your page. You sighed, relieved, before noticing the note written underneath it.

See me after class

[tayloralison]

hi everyone! basically, when i start giffing on photoshop, i didn’t really know a lot of things and how to get started and so i’d be looking around searching on blogs for info all over the place and so i thought i’d give some tips and recommend sources for people who are new to giffing and put them into one place! i’ll be talking about downloading videos in high quality, fonts best for captions, dimensions for posting on tumblr, etc. 

i’m honestly not an expert in giffing - it’s just a hobby as i’m crying full time from being a student so this is just stuff i’d personally recommend from my experience - and ofc, please like/reblog if you find this useful ♡♡

(this post was edited june 2020)

DOWNLOADING VIDEOS

1080p and 720p are best quality for giffing if you want your gif to look crisp and hd. here are some ways to download videos:

share mania is really good for music videos, documentations, live performances, etc. you make an account, find the forum that has the video you like, comment a “thanks,” and a download link will become available. sites like youtube compress the quality so on share mania, you can find the original files that are higher quality and file size. 

if you’re unavailable to find what you want on share mania but it’s on youtube, you can download in hd by these:

4k video downloader is my best friend. it’s a free software. you copy the video link from youtube and paste it on here and it’ll download in very high quality

converto is a free online site if you’re not comfortable with downloading the above software. once you paste the youtube link, you’ll have to select “mp4″ and then click the gear icon to change the quality to the highest one available - it doesn’t always do that by default so always double check! i’ve used this in the past and it’s really good! the only issue is that sometimes, it won’t detect/download the video - i assume for copyright reasons but that only happens sometimes!

DIMENSIONS

as of october 2019, these are the best dimensions to use on your gifs if you’re posting on tumblr. i’ll give some examples of gifsets and their dimensions, if you’d like an idea of how they’d look 

this set of 8 gifs is 268 px x 175 px

this set of 4 gifs is 268 px x 370 px

this set of 2 gifs is 540 px x 310 px

personally, when i’m unsure what exact length i want to make the gif, i save the uncropped/not resized version as a psd so i can quickly open that and change the dimensions later without having to upload that clip/frames again. but, make sure you don’t have too many frames (~70) that you’re saving uncropped/not resized because that’ll take time and you don’t want to risk your photoshop crashing/laptop slowing down.

the brighter and bigger the gifs + more frames, the bigger the gif size. you want to make sure your gif is under 10 mb because that is the tumblr gif size limit (currently in june 2020)!! your gif won’t move if it’s higher than that. if your gif isn’t moving, try to make it under 8 mb because for some reason, that is the limit for some accounts 

COLORING

it’s hard to give a tutorial on coloring because everyone has different styles and tastes, but how i started was using coloring psds.

you can find a lot here and here!

you download the file, open on photoshop, and click and drag the folder of coloring on your gif. NOW!!! i really, really don’t recommend slapping on a psd and calling it a day. these colorings most likely won’t work perfectly with your gif because each scene is so different. different colors, brightness levels, objects, etc. so, you’ll have to adjust the settings. right click a layer and click “edit adjustment” and you can play around with them and delete + add some. this way, you’re making it look better for your gif and you’re learning what each tool on photoshop does.

over time, if you keep adjusting psds, you’ll get familiar with the coloring tools on photoshop and then you can create your own coloring from scratch!

FONTS

for using subtitles on gifs, i use the following settings. i add a stoke of 1 with 100% opacity 

to show there’s another person talking (in the background or on screen), i change the text color to yellow (#fefc00). same settings as above, just a yellow font instead of white!

SHARPENING

there are two methods for sharpening.  

first method of sharpening: smart sharpen

**if you use photoshop cs**

step 1: follow this tutorial to create a smart filter - when they say “select similar layers” it just means to select all the frames in your layer panel

step 2: do filter > sharpen > smart sharpen with these settings:

**if you use photoshop cc**

step 1: follow this tutorial to create a smart filter

step 2:  do filter > sharpen > smart sharpen

step 3: follow this quick tutorial to see the settings

second method of sharpening: actions

action 1 and 2 - 1 is crisper than 2

action 3

action 4 with tutorial

+ more if you wanna try different ones

to use actions 1, 2, and 3 (basically these are actions that sharpen frames all together, rather than action 4 which does each frame individually), follow this tutorial. if you can’t open the action on photoshop by double clicking, go on windows on ps > actions > click the four little lines on the panel that pops up > load actions. and then play the action as shown in the tutorial! **when you play the action, make sure you don’t have your coloring/psd/text/anything other than the frame layer selected**

FRAME DELAY RATE

for videos that are 25 fps (frames per second), the matching frame rate is 0.05. for some live performances, the frame rate could be 60 fps. for that, the matching frame rate is 0.03.

when you convert to timeline, your frame delay rate will change automatically. it will either change to 0.03 or 0.07 (depending on which is closer to your set rate). these two rates would typically be too fast and too slow. so, once you’re done your gif, save it. then, reopen the gif and change your frame rate to 0.05 or whatever is appropriate and save it again - and make sure your loop option is on “forever”

i hope this helps you guys out!! my fave resource blogs are @yeahps​ and @completeresources​ so check out their tags for other tutorials and such!! and feel free to message me as well if you’re confused :”)

[viltrumitesuperboy]

Trains Part 2 (Peter Parker x Male Reader)

I feel like I was originally taking this a different direction but somehow I come up with this garbage. Got a few ideas and a few requests, so prepare yourself for some fics.

Part 1 here

Word count: 2128

At some point, you were talking to Peter almost every day, and the same day you had to go into the city for an internship was the same day he had to go. He usually helped with losing track of time, and it got you off your phone for a portion of the day. You learned a lot about each other: he went to Midtown Tech, you went to Stuyvesant. (He'd always ask you about the escalators and you told him about how people get hurt on them. Yikes.) He worked with Tony Stark (who he would call "Mr. Stark"), you worked... not with Tony Stark.

You'd always ask him about Stark Industries, and he would tell you only a little bit every time. He said he only met a few of the Avengers, but he had more stories about Spider-Man. He said that he wanted to bring you to the Avengers Tower someday, and you freaked out to no end.

And he did. You were both on your way to the city, and you were nerding out the whole way there.

"Am I gonna get to meet Mr. Stark?"

"I think so."

"Do you know if I can visit the labs?"

"Maybe."

"What do you do as an intern?"

"Mostly paperwork. I check the levels I have access to for progress in the fields sometimes. And then I work on my own stuff."

As soon as the train doors opened, you and Peter rushed out with a crowd into the busy subway station, and you grabbed his hand to not get lost as you both began to make your way to an exit. You honestly wouldn't mind holding his hand more. You both got out and were walking to the famous tower that you would be entering for the first time.

"Oh my god. This is it. I get to go inside with Peter Parker himself, Tony Stark's intern. If I get to meet Dr. Bruce Banner, that's it. I'm gonna jump out the window," you said.

"No! No jumping out any windows. Come on, you should be in the clear if you stick with me."

Peter pulled you into a lobby you could only ever see from the outside when you passed by the windows. The fact that you were in one of the most famous buildings in the STEM field and in the world left you in awe. Peter tugged at your hand when you slowed down your pace.

"(Y/N), if you cooperate, I'll try to get you a souvenir or something to bring back."

You snapped back into reality and bounded forward to match Peter's quickening strides. As he walked with you past the lobby, he flashed an ID card to the security at the front. His hand squeezed yours when he turned quickly to reach an elevator.

"We're going up to see some of the labs first," he informed you.

"Oh my god, yes!" you whispered. "Can I see your ID card?"

"No."

You took in the entire elevator, looking at every detail of the tiles until the doors opened. Peter's hand awkwardly left yours as he put his ID away in his pocket and pulled out his phone to send a text.

"Dude, I don't think I thanked you enough for doing this. This is by far the coolest thing to ever happen to me. And I've met Spider-Man once!"

Peter laughed at your excitement. The elevator stopped, and he motioned for you to follow as he opened two doors next to each other to show you two of the labs.

"I probably shouldn't show you anything too serious because some of this stuff is really secret. These are just a few things that people are working on," he explained.

You both got closer to the blueprint hologram in the first room, and you stated in awe at the detail and the object in front of you. It was a prototype of a very small display screen that was essentially a computer, and it seemed to be fitted into a pair of glasses.

"I bet Mr. Stark is updating his own so he's testing out something new. Next room!"

After viewing both labs, he brought you to a few more where people were actually working. You got to meet a few scientists who were excited to explain to you what was happening. Peter scanned his card to one with no distinguishing characteristics, not even a plaque. He looked at you and turned the handle.

"This is probably the most important room I have access to, and this is the only one where you can actually touch anything. Don't break anything," Peter said to you with a hint of a smile on his face.

"I swear on my life," you promised.

"Okay, maybe not that severe."

He pushed the door open and gestured you in, closing the door once you were both inside. He scanned his card once more on the empty table, and suddenly hologram screens showed up all over and a door in the wall opened to reveal the one and only Spider-Man suit.

"No. Fucking. Way," you blurted out. "I literally met him on the train and now I'm in the lab for his suit?! This is awesome!"

You stared at the holograms, reading all the information you could about it.

"'Baby Monitor Protocol'? What's that?" you asked, turning to face Peter.

"It's a program to control Spider-Man's full use of the suit's powers. Then he managed to hack it and get it deactivated. Mr. Stark isn't bothering to reactivate it but he reminds Spider-Man to be responsible," he explained.

"Oh my god, are those his web shooters?!"

You walked over to the objects perched on a pedestal next to the suit. You carefully picked them up and gaped at them. You snapped your head up to him, catching a hint of a smile on his face before it was gone.

"Peter. Can I use this?" you asked, begging him with your eyes.

"I'll show you how, but don't tell anyone."

He picked it up and placed it on his wrist, aiming at a wall and pressing the button like Spider-Man would, hitting the wall in a web. He took it off and placed it on yours, standing right next to you as he lifted your wrist to aim at the wall.

"Your middle and index finger press that," he instructed, taking a step back.

You pressed the button and the shooter released a web on the wall right on top of Peter's shot. You spun to face Peter with an excited expression, to which he laughed then took it off your wrist.

"This is pretty much all I can show you for the labs. I'll see if we can talk to Mr. Stark."

You both left Spider-Man's lab and went back to the elevator. He pressed a button for a higher floor.

"That was so cool. Oh my god. How do you guys make the webs?"

"Spider-Man makes the web fluid himself. He keeps it to himself but I think he has his own notes for that."

The elevator was fast, and the doors were open as soon as Peter finished speaking. He motioned you to follow him, which you did with wandering eyes. Then Tony Stark himself walked out of a hallway, and your jaw dropped as Peter waved to him.

"Mr. Stark! This is my friend, (Y/N). He's the one I met on the train a while ago," said Peter excitedly. "I took him to see some of the labs. (Y/N), this is Mr. Stark."

You had no time to become starstruck because Tony Stark himself started to bombard you with questions.

"You go to Stuyvesant?"

"Uh, yeah."

"I have a friend there. You know the AP physics teacher on the 4th floor?"

"I don't have him but I think I know who you're talking about."

"Great. I'm busy, so I want you to take this to him. He's a little crazy. It's just a few problems in some things we're doing in the labs and I wanted him to take a look."

He handed you a folder held with a binder clip and gave you the firmest handshake you ever received in your life. He pat Peter on the shoulder as he left. You turned to Peter with eyes comically wide and your jaw dropped.

"Peter. What the fuck. Tony Stark just gave me something to deliver," you gasped. "This is the best day of my life!"

"I thought that was when you got to talk to Spider-Man," he chuckled. "And trust me, I still freak out a bit when I see Mr. Stark.

"Well, sorry, dude. If I got to meet Dr. Bruce Banner today, that's it. I'm jumping out that window."

Peter laughed and let you put the folder in your bag. You headed back towards the elevators and you clutched the straps of your bag like it was your life.

That Friday afternoon, you ended up helping that "crazy teacher" with the science stuff, and a few pictures sent to Peter got half of them done in an hour. He was definitely an interesting teacher but, as smart as he was, you couldn't understand a lot of his mumbling. You told him you'd come back tomorrow because you had to meet a friend today. He agreed and let you keep the folders with him.

You reached Peter's apartment to hang out with him before dinner at his place, and he opened the door for you with a smile.

"I have to show you something," he said excitedly.

He let you in and you shut the door, barely having time to take your shoes off before he pulled you towards his room.

"Okay, look at my computer."

You looked at him, confused, and slowly walked over to his computer.

"Why are you showing me Club Penguin?" you laughed. "I mean we play together anyway. Is that Ned?"

He quickly switched to an opened email, moving to show you the screen with a blush on his face. You leaned in to see tickets for Comic-Con later in the year, courtesy of Tony Stark. Happy emailed him, explaining that he told Tony everything that Peter texted him about. Tony said that he wanted to buy tickets for Peter and his friends because of Peter's claimed money issues. You let out a laugh in disbelief and turned to hug Peter tightly.

"This is amazing, Peter!" you exclaimed. "I've wanted to go for so long. Can we dress up or something?"

"Actually, I've been planning to do Star War Characters? I've been saving up," Peter suggested.

"Or... we can be Star Wars characters and you can be Spider-Man," you smirked.

"I- uh- what?" Peter stuttered. "I don't even have-"

"You know, I wasn't too sure if you were Spider-Man or not. I mean, Spider-Man talking to me and then a teenager who suddenly talks to me on the train? But the internship, having access to Spider-Man's lab, and the ID card that clearly showed you were Spider-Man... I think Tony Stark should fix that."

"I'm not Spider-Man!" Peter exclaimed.

"I'm sure you have a lot of good proof and your alibis are great, but your closet is wide open."

You both turned to look at his Spider-Man suit hanging on top of the rod in his closet.

"It would make the people there happy," you said. "And the kids would love it."

"I just wanted to spend time with you there. I kind of really like you and I wanted us to have a first date there," he sheepishly mumbled.

"What, we didn't already have a first date at the Avengers Tower?" you joked.

He smiled and pulled his ID out of his bag, turning it over a few times.

"I should get this changed with Mr. Stark. I guess putting 'Spider-Man' right on an ID card isn't the best idea," he chuckled.

A few months later, he went to Comic-Con as Spider-Man. His Luke Skywalker outfit was in your bag when he was done parading around as the friendly neighbourhood hero. The kids definitely loved it. Comic-Con was probably the coolest second date you've ever been on. You and Peter ended up sharing a first kiss with him hanging upside down from the ceiling and hidden from the public eye.

And he ended up showing you his new ID card: the same photo with his name and not the superhero one, his title (intern) and mini googly eyes attached to the front, courtesy of Mr. Stark as punishment for "lack of appreciation."

[dollarsblog461]

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The Lost Sister Lee Changsub

Part 2

A few hours later...

You were now sitting in the waiting room in a hospital in London waiting for your test results to come when a semi-tall lady came walking down the hallway with a few papers in her hand.

"Alex Lee," She asked out in the room as you quickly stood up and followed her into a room quickly.

You could feel the nervousness hitting you now. What if he's really your brother? Would he even want to see you? Would he even know who you are if you were taken from birth? How would you even be able to find him? All these questions floating around in your head when you felt a hand on your shoulder, you must have zoned out.

"Hey, are you okay sweetie? You look a bit pale" she said with a concerned look that reminded you too much of a certain other person which you didn't like.

"I-I'm okay," you said almost choking on your words.

The nurse laid the papers up on the table as she opened the folder that revealed who you really are.

"Alex, how did you end up here in England?" By the sound of her tone and the look on her face you could, this was her first time seeing these results.

You looked up at her properly the first time since you entered the room.

"I don't know, all I know is that I'm not British and they're not my parents." You said as you started tearing up.

The nurse now looked at you even more concerned than before.

"Well you're full out Korean and your birth name is Lee Chinsun. You also have an older brother" The nurse said smiling at you as she stroked your arm, but you automatically flinched.

"I'm sorry, did it hurt?" The nurse asked as you nodded your head. You had to lie about it, if anyone found out about it, you were screwed.

"I just want my brother, pls. I don't want to go back to them. They'll just abuse me again" You suddenly said out as you started breaking down which quickly turned into a panic attack.

"Come here, it's going to be okay, I'll make sure you get some help with finding your brother," The nurse said rubbing your back softly, when the door opened, and a doctor came in.

"There's two slightly older people standing outside saying their daughter Alex ran away from home and that she might be here" Oh no, they figured out that I'm gone and that I took the papers.

You started getting a panic attack that was even worse than before, your heart started pounding so hard and fast that it hurt your chest, your breath was getting shorter, and your head started spinning as well.

"Alex, listen to me right now. They're not going to hurt you again, you're safe. As long as you're here they're not allowed to touch you without your consent" The nurse said to you as the doctor started looking worried at you as well.

You tried to calm yourself down as the nurse went up to talk with the doctor.

"We have to get her to the police station, so she can get protection, she's not allowed to leave with those people out there" You heard the nurse said which calmed you down a little bit but still didn't quite trust anyone yet.

"Alex, look here. We're going to get you escorted out of here by some police officers, who will protect you, so you won't have to walk on your own, okay? They will be here soon" The nurse said as you nodded your head at her.

A short time after a female police officer came into the room and started to escort you out of the hospital and away from the people you had been living with all your life.

You got eye contact with them as one of them said "I hope your brother disowns you as well. There must be a reason why they got rid of you!!" You held on to the female officer as you turned around and said to them.

"They didn't get rid of me; you stole me as soon as I was born!" You yelled as he went over to slap you again when the male officer stepped in between and stopped him.

"Don't touch this girl ever again and if you do that, you'll get arrested for Child Laundering and abusing of a minor, but let's stick to one thing at a time shall we?" The officer said as your 'dad' pulled back and when they walked out, they managed to still hurt you.

As you got placed in the police car you were still shaking from the fear and anxiety you just had and which you still had a bit of.

You sat in the car for about 20 minutes until they pulled up at the nearest airport which happened to be Heathrow Airport.

"We will follow you inside and up to your flight and then there will be someone to pick you up at Incheon Airport, okay?" The male officer asked as you just nodded your head.

You were standing with the female officer while the male officer went over to the ticket counter and explained your situation when you got called over by him.

"You need to tell her your information, so she can print you a ticket," The male officer said looking at you with a reassuring smile.

"My name is Lee Chinsun and I'm 18," you said looking down at the floor as you got handed a ticket and then escorted to where you would be waiting for your flight.

"Good luck with finding your brother," The police officers said as you thanked both, still trying to calm yourself down.

You looked around in the waiting area as you got a few stares from people while you watched the police officers walk away.

After waiting for a small 30 minutes which felt like the longest 30 minutes of your life, you finally got to board your plane.

You looked out through the window as you got lost in your thoughts. You can't believe that you're now one step closer to finding your brother.

You took out the papers in Korean that you took before you left. You tried to see if there's any of it you could understand, but you failed to do that. It annoyed you how you were now going back to your home country, but you can't speak or understand the language. You suddenly started getting this feeling of guilt even though you that it isn't your fault that you got stolen after birth.

You kept thinking to yourself what your brother would think of having a sister whose full Korean but who can't even speak the language.

To distract yourself and kill time you decided to read some news on your phone, as you scrolled through all sorts of different news articles, one specific caught your eye, and you couldn't believe what you saw when you read the title.

This can't be real. It has to be a coincidence; it can't be him.

You thought to yourself as you read "BTOB's Lee Changsub opens up on 'Hello Counsellor' about how he lost his sister at a young age" you were hit by a wave of shock. You didn't know how to react or think at this moment.

It didn't take long before Minji texted you a screenshot of the article and send you a clip from the show as well. You didn't watch the clip though, as you were too scared to face the truth right now.

After a few minutes of you being in shock, you decide to finally read the messages from Minji.

"OMG, I TOLD YOU SO!!"

"IT'S DEFINITELY HIM!"

"WHAT ELSE WOULD HE BE TALKING ABOUT"

"YOU NEED TO GO TO SEOUL"

"WHAT DID YOUR TEST SAY???"

You looked at your screen and started slightly laughing at her freaking out. Though you still didn't know whether to believe that it could possibly be him or not.

As you sat in your own thoughts you suddenly heard the speakers say "Flight KE540 to Seoul departs in 30 minutes" You stood up and took your bag as you started walking towards the gate.

[dangerousimagines]

Take Me Away (Joker x Reader)

“Imagine being an inmate in Arkham Asylum and seducing your new blue-eyed doctor to help you escape.”

Requested by @arkhamstates: “Can you write an au where the joker is the reader’s psychiatrist in Arkham asylum? (or any other thing, just the joker is the good guy and the reader is the bad guy xD)

Warnings: Minor violence.

Arkham Asylum.

How does someone describe such a place? The view that you had from your small bared window was horrible. The food was disgusting and mushy. The beds were hard and uncomfortable. Not to mention that the guards were assholes.

You rocked back and forth in your chair, your arms were restrained in the tight material of the straight jacket that you had been forced into. The rain pounded against the windows and walls as you patiently waited. You could hear the voices from the other side of the door and then the door opened. You expected to see the ugly face of your doctor, but you were pleasantly surprised.

“Sorry for the wait.”

You were met with soft blue eyes that held something so pure about them. You say anything, only watched him, or rather admired him. His brown hair was combed back and he wore a pair of glasses that only seemed to serve to make him look professional. You wondered if he even needed them, you guessed that he probably didn’t. He closed the door behind him and walked over to the table.

“How’s the old doctors nose healing?” You asked with a smirk, referring to your regular therapist that you saw. An ugly little worm of a man who stared at you more then you were comfortable with. So you broke his nose, pretty badly too. You enjoyed seeing the amount of blood that flowed from his face.

The man sat down, leaning back in the chair after placing a folder down onto the table. His eyes met yours and you could see a small sadistic smirk that snuck its way onto his face. “It’s getting better everyday, so I hear.”

“Does that mean he’ll be coming back as my doctor soon?” You tilted your head to the side, your smirk refusing to fade.

“No,” he shook his head before adjusting his glasses. “I’m taking over as your doctor.”

“Ohh, how exciting.”

Jack sat in his office, an old folder in front of him. His eyes were unable to look away from the photo held to the folder with a thin paper clip. A mugshot that was suppose to be ugly and undignified stared up at him and he couldn’t help but stare at it. For someone who had been declared criminally insane, you were gorgeous. His finger grazed the edge of the photo as he tried to justify his attraction to himself. He forced his eyes away from the photo and then to the clock on the wall. He pushed himself to his feet, closing the folder reluctantly.

He made his way out of the office and into the cold halls of the asylum. The closer he got to her cell, the louder the screams became. His skin grew cold as he realized who the screams belonged to. He ran down the rest of the hallway, finding her cell open and a group of 3, maybe 4, guards attempting to inject something into you. You struggled as much as you could with the straight jacket restricting your movements.

“What do you think your doing!” He growled.

“She won’t take her medication, the crazy bitch.”

“How the hell am I suppose to do my job if she’s sedated! Get out, I’ll give her the medication.”

The guards stared at him, uncertainty plaguing their faces. Jack just stared them down, his soft eyes filled with anger and fury. “Now,” he hissed.

You watched them leave, a tear rolled down your cheek as you realized that you were safe, for now anyway. “Do they do that often?”

You could see the anger on his face still but his voice had softened, probably for your sake. He helped you sit up on the bed you were on. You stared back at him before you nodded. “They claim they sedate me so it’s easier to give me my medication. However, they always give me a large dose that lasts for a few hours.”

“Are you normally difficult when it comes to the medication?” He asked, making a mental reminder to change the orderlies and guards that were in charge of you.

You smirked, “I can be.”

He picked up the cup with your medication in it and stepped towards you. “What if I give them to you?”

“Well if it’s you, then it’s a different story,” you purred.

He swallowed hard as he watched you open your mouth wide for him. Quickly, he dropped the pills on your tongue. Before he could move his fingers, you nipped at them. He looked down at you, his eyes slightly wide. You started to giggle as a playful smile appeared on your face.

“Careful doctor, I’m quite unpredictable.”

You paced the length of the room, allowing your limbs to stretch out. You could feel his eyes on you as you stopped to look out the window. His eyes racked over you, trying to understand the attraction he had for you.

“Doctor, its rude to stare.”

He felt his cheeks heating up and he immediately looked away. You looked back at him, smirking slightly. “Not that I was complaining.”

“You seem to be in a better mood,” he commented, trying to pretend that he was focusing on the papers that were on the table in front of him.

“I am,” your smile grew but it was softer then before.

“Whys that?” He asked.

“Because, now I can touch you…”

“What do you mean?” He looked up and was surprised when he didn’t see you. Before he could turn around, he felt arms wrap around his neck. He could feel your warmth as you leaned into him. Your chest pressed against his shoulders and your mouth was close to his ear. A shiver ran down his spine as you leaned even further, your face now right next to his face.

You could see the red tint of his cheeks and it only made you want to tease him even more. But instead, you moved away. You walked around the length of the table, your finger dragging along the wooden surface. You smirked, stopping only long enough to look back at him. His face was still red and he quickly looked back down at his papers as he had done before.

“So uh, how have you been sleeping? Is the new medication helping at all?” He asked, trying to change the subject.

“Yes,” you stalked back forwards him, each step purposefully slow. “But the medication can only do so much. I’m still lonely, every night.”

He swallowed hard, the realization of your words hitting him. “I’m afraid that I can’t help you in that regard.”

“But you could though.”

“And how’s that?” He glanced up at you, adjusting his glasses.

“Well…you could let me out of here. Take me home with you and do….whatever you want with me…” you leaned down, your mouth so close to his and you could feel his breath hitting your lips.

“You know I can’t,” he stood up quickly, the legs of the chair scrapping loudly against the floor. “I think that’s all for today’s session…”

You felt the frown appear on your face as you watched him walk to the door. He looked back for only a moment before he walked right out the door. Once he reached his office, he closed the door tightly. He looked around the empty dark room, a heavy sigh escaping him. He ripped his glasses off and dropped them on the top of his desk. His fingers ran across the surface of his lips, remembering how it felt to have your mouth so close to his own. He realized how close he was giving in. He didn’t know what he was going to do.

“Damnit…”

You weren’t sure how many days had passed since you’d last seen him. Perhaps he was in the process of begging another doctor to take you off of his hands. Maybe you’d gone too far too soon. You let out a sigh as you tried to keep your mind on other things. You laid back on the hard mattress you were forced to sleep on. You started to hum to yourself, your eyes closing as you tried to drown out the everyday sounds of the asylum.

The door to your cell suddenly moved and opened, your eyes opened and you turned your head to look over towards the entrance of the cell.

“Doctor?” You sat up, not sure why he would be here. “I didn’t think I’d see you so soon.”

He adjusted his glasses as he slowly made his way over to you. “And whys that?”

“The other day. You left so quickly, practically ran out. I thought that I might have upset you…”

“You didn’t.” You noticed the small smile that played on his lips, you couldn’t help but wonder what was going on in that head of his.

“Well,” you smirked. “That’s good then.” You followed him with your eyes as he got closer and closer to you. “What are we going to talk about today?”

His hand reached out, brushing a few strands of your hair over your shoulder. “The plan to get you out of here.”

You blinked a few times, his words taking awhile to process. “I’m sorry, I don’t think I heard you right?”

He pulled out of a folder from the briefcase he’d carried in. “I’m getting you out of here.” He handed the folder to you and you wasted no time opening it to reveal the building blueprints.

Your eyes went wide as you looked away from the papers and up at him. “But why?”

“Because you were right…” He put his hand on the back of your head, pulling you towards him before he planted a firm kiss on your lips. You wrapped your arms around him tightly as he kissed you again and again. When he pulled away, you noticed that his eyes were full of lust.

“I want you all to myself…”