#genius reader

[snowdropluck204]

Magnetic Force - Spencer Reid x reader (pt 1)

So this is a sort of secret crossover between Criminal Minds and Numb3rs, the reader is going to be based off of Charlie Eppes in that show, but will still be referred to as (y/n)! Enjoy! Xxx

WARNING: This chapter contains mention of rape, death, guns and other weaponry, if you are sensitive to these, you probably shouldn't read this book at all. _______________________________

Third Person pov

The BAU hadn't worked a case this frustrating in a long time. A serial rapist, quite uncommon for what it was, they had a good idea of what profile the guy had, but the last of his victims, was the first one he had killed, so they had to rewrite the profile. This case was difficult on everyone, the rapist had attacked and raped twelve women, now killing his thirteenth. It had taken them this long to get a decent view on his mental state, but now, a wrench had been thrown into the works and they needed reinforcements.

Jason Gideon was stumped, something quite rare for him, he was looking around the room at his team.

JJ was reading through the case file, specifically the newly added victim, Rachel Abbott, most likely trying to figure out what to tell the press. The FBI was getting tips about the rapist for weeks but now that there was a new victim, more specifically a dead one, the tips were becoming too much for anyone, even the FBI, to keep track of.

Morgan was trying to reenact the crime, trying his best to get into the killer's head. Everyone had the same question in their minds, why now? What was so different about Rachel Abbott that the unsub had to kill her? If defiling women's bodies wasn't enough, he branded them too. A final show of possession, a brand, the mark was a ring with four small crosses inside of it, pressed into the neck.

Elle was dead quiet, looking over the files of the victim's family, all of the victims' families... Looking for possible psych matches or clues of the killer's whereabouts.

Reid was, as usual, reading everything. He was taking in the room, the case files, the crime board and photos of the scene, anybody else would have shut their brain down with the amount of information he was flooding into it, but Spencer just sat and observed.

Gideon knew they needed help, but didn't exactly know who to ask. Until it struck him. He stood up, grabbed Hotch by the elbow and led him out of the conference room, a flurry of confused eyes following them. Hotch had been busy looking over people to ask for said help when he had been dragged out of his task.

"(l/n)." Gideon said, a sparkle in his eye and a smile on his face. Hotch looked confused for a moment, until he pulled out a file he had been looking at earlier.

Doctor (y/n) (l/n).

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The agents walked with purpose through the halls of Georgetown University, they knew who they needed and there wasn't time to waste. There was laughing and cheering as they stepped into a lecture hall, seeing 'Maths for non-mathematicians' written in fun, coloured, block capitals on the chalkboard. They also saw Doctor (y/n) (l/n), teaching the classroom filled with everyday people, not students who went to the school, just people looking to broaden their horizons.

"Okay, most people believe that they can trust their natural instincts, right?" She asked, looking around the room and seeing nodding of heads, her gaze met the stony eyes of Jason Gideon, eyes she hadn't seen in years, he smiled and gave a small wave, she smiled back but continued with her class. "However, maths suggests that our instincts aren't always correct. We're gonna play a little game, I want you all to pretend that we're on a game show," She began, gesturing over to three large cards that she had laid upright, the picture facing away from the crowd.

"And I, am your cheesy game show host," She said with a grin, earning laughter from the room. Gideon could practically hear the cogs turning in the room, the fastest cogs were that of Spencer Reid, who looked intrigued, before figuring it out.

"It's the Monty Hall Problem," He whispered, Gideon and Hotch already placing hands on his shoulders and covering his mouth, before the class for non-mathematicians became taken over by a very real mathematician.

Once (y/n) had finished setting up the cards, she looked back at the class, "Behind one of these cards, is a brand new automobile," She informed, wiggling her fingers at the cards, "And behind the other two, are goats. Yeah, goats, don't ask why, that's just what I wanted to put on the cards!" She declared, laughing with the room. Gideon smiled looking at (y/n), he hadn't seen her in years but could see that she had acclimatised to her position nicely, she had the whole class eating out of the palm of her hand, hanging on every word, including his team.

"Now I need a volunteer," Once again, Hotch and Gideon kept Spencer back from volunteering any information.

"Come on, more of you than that!" She jeered, encouraging others to join in the demonstration. "Julie, why don't you pick one of these cards? Remembering, of course, that the objective is to win the car, not the goat, as cute as I have made them!" She muttered, earning more laughter from the class. The girl from the front of the class, Julie, picked a card, the one in the middle.

Before turning it over, (y/n) asked her class, "Now, what are the chances of that card being the winning card?" At this point, Spencer was silently dying and the team was looking over at him, smiles on their faces at their beloved brainiac.

"One in three." Julie responded with conviction.

"Brilliant, three choices, one car, simple enough right?" (y/n) explained, the class nodding along, "Now, here's where the game takes a turn, I'm gonna reveal to you one of the cards that you didn't choose," Turning one of the cards over to reveal a goat. "Cute isn't he?" (y/n) giggled.

"So, we have one card we know is a goat, two cards left to be revealed. Now, knowing what you know, do you want to switch your choice of card? Or, more importantly, for the purpose of this class, does it matter? Will switching your choice improve your chances of winning?" (y/n) asked the class, genuinely curious to see their side.

Julie looked confused, "Well, no. Because now there's two cards, it's fifty-fifty, right?" She asked, the class mumbling and nodding along with her. Spencer was frantically shaking his head, catching (y/n)'s attention and summoning a loud laugh from her.

"Well, it seems like someone in the back knows the next part of this class," She chuckled, leaving Spencer's face red, beginning to fiddle with his fingers.

(y/n) could already see how uncomfortable he was with this attention, so she moved on. "Seems like many of you agree with Julie, yeah? That's what your instinct tells you, but you'd be wrong." She said, her lips forming a straight line.

"Switching your cards at this point, actually doubles your chances of winning the car," At the volume of confusion, (y/n) gives a light sigh of exhaustion, "Let me explain," She smiled. "Since we started with two goats, it's more likely that your first choice, was in fact, a goat."

Turning the cards to face away from them again, (y/n) asks, "Here, what are the odds of choosing the goats, from all three cards. Two out of three, right. So it's more likely that this is a goat," She said, turning the card that Julie had originally chosen, revealing the goat, "And it's more likely that this one, is the car." She explained, revealing the car was on the card that had yet to be chosen.

"See, switching your choice, gives you a two out of three chance of winning the car, rather than the one of three chance that we all begin with!" (y/n) picks up the card with the car, jokingly making some car noises.

Looking back up at the BAU, she concludes her class, inviting them to make their own Monty Hall scenarios, waiting for them all to leave before turning to the BAU and inviting them closer to her desk.

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"It's been a while Gideon, how are you?" (y/n) asked, already moving forward to hug the agent, shocking the rest of the team, especially when he reciprocated.

"I've been better Peanut," He whispered at her, before moving back and gesturing to his team. "I believe introductions are necessary." He let the agents take over, wandering over to (y/n)'s desk to do what he was best at, profile.

Looking over at the agents, (y/n) gave a small wave, "Doctor (y/n) (l/n), it's nice to meet you all." She said, her voice dripping over all of them like honey, she had that affect.

First to step forward was a tall agent in a suit and tie, with dark hair, dark eyes and an air of authority. "Agent Hotchner, call me Hotch," He shock her hand briskly before following after Gideon, leaving the younger agents to introductions.

A dark skinned man in a Henley type shirt stepped up next, "Agent Derek Morgan, nice to meet you too," He then gestured to the women standing at the door, one blonde, the other a brunette, both gorgeous and intelligent looking. "Agents Jennifer Jareau and Elle Greenaway," He told the professor, and finally pointed to the lanky man with dark hair and eyes, wearing a cardigan and glasses. "And that is-"

"Reid, uh- Spencer um, Doctor Spencer Reid." The man he was pointing to sort of decided. (y/n) smiled at the man.

"Really?" She asked, almost chuckling, "You don't sound so sure?" She finished, Spender blushed a bright red, the rest of the team chuckling at the woman's teasing.

Gideon walked back over, "Listen, Peanut, we need your help." He began, a sombre feeling enveloping (y/n)'s previously cheerful classroom. (y/n)'s smile faded, stepping back a little.

"Gideon, you know I don't do consultant work anymore... After what happened..." She began, her voice taking on a much more meek sound as she avoided eye contact with the seasoned profiler.

Gideon smiled, his fatherly smile, "I know, but we need you Peanut, you helped the FBI with a lot of cases, what's one more?" He asked softly.

(y/n) looked at Gideon, then at the rest of the team, "This is about the serial rapist, isn't it?" She asked, "In LA?"

Gideon nodded, "We have a fairly comprehensive psych profile, but we still have no idea where to begin searching." He told the mathematician, "We fly out this evening, we want your help." He almost pleaded.

(y/n) sighed, she thought back at the work she had done for the FBI, questioning whether or not she should jump back into it, she sighed, pulling out her phone and calling her TA.

"Lewis? Hi, It's (y/n), I need you to cover classes for me for the next few days... I'm being called away for something... Okay, thanks." She hung up the phone, looking back at Gideon, an unsure look on her face. "You owe me." She murmured, "I'll meet you at the airport tonight, five o'clock, I'll look over the files on the jet, gives me four and half hours to pack what I'll need and prep classes, plus the five hours, give or take fifteen minutes for the flight over..." (y/n) murmured.

Spencer watched as she made the calculations, intrigued, he had never met this woman, anything he knew was based off of her FBI consult file and brief things he'd heard in passing from Gideon, apparently, he was her mentor when she was younger, not for FBI purposes, simply to act as a father figure, they were close, based on the nickname he had given her...

From what Spencer knew, she was a prodigy, similar to himself, no Eidetic memory, but she had an IQ of 182, a PHD in both mathematics and psychology and graduated early from basically every educational establishment. Spencer was hoping this was a person he could get along with, but he was also wary, she had clearly stopped consulting with the FBI for a reason, he wanted to discover why, but also knew that any investigating into her past would violate her trust...

But still... He was curious...

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I hope you guys enjoyed the first chapter! I know I keep starting and stopping on my series, but writer's block has a serious hold on me right now... Anyway! Love you guys! Xxx

[musclemommy17]

the rare Japanese Snowbell

Pairing: Shoto todoroki x genius reader

Syn: Todoroki with a genius lover? and how do they work together as a pair?

Warnings: mind games, slightly gore, talk of a crime scene, stressed reader and a icy hot watching her every move, Cussing, a cute lil fic with Shoto making reader feel better. Most fluff is at the end. I tried to make it a little different from the norms. <3

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October 17,

The smell of books fills the air as Y/N sits leaning on the desk. Your eyes squinting slightly reading over files. Not bothering to get out your hero suit, you read over the newest crime report. Crime Analytics have always been your favorite. Pictures flashing in your mind as you read looking in the papers. "Y/n love?" Turning around you see a certain half and half man. His mixed color eyes scanning you. "The report isn't due for a week." Todoroki says softly but sternly. Not wanting you too overdo it. "Sorry, but how come the murderer, uses measurements and a math standpoint. Most killers are more into meds and human body parts." You say cringing slightly. Todoroki leans against the wall. "Stop it. Come eat before it gets cold. Bakugo and Denki broke the sink after Denki snuck a snack while Bakugo was cooking." He says in his monotone voice. "Do I want to know?" Your say not bothering to look at him. The scene doesn't make sense. Almost like the body was placed there from a different place. The killer may even have multiple places to commit- "Y/N?" Todoroki interrupt's your thoughts. Seeing him now beside you. "Yea?" You look up at him. "Let's go eat love. You tend to over think without eating." He says half-jokingly. With out another word you guys go and sit down. Everyone jokes and smiles at each other. Class 1-A was a family. A big family. Even hurting each other like siblings. Or bullies. Looking over at Denki with a wrap on his head. And seeing a broken sink in the kitchen. Looking back to see Bakugo's hand wrapped too. Ouch. The girls laugh as mina puts lip-gloss on Denki who is passed out. Feeling as hand on your knee under the table you look to see Shoto looking worried at you. "Zoned out." You say going back to eating. "I was thinking about going to see my mother tomorrow." Shoto says making convo. "I have to go to the crime scene. I hope the lab didn't take everything into testing yet." I say thinking about my soon date with a murder scene.

October 18,

Cold air peaks though your jacket as you had to the house. Yellow tape covers the house. Aizawa talks to an officer as they allow me in. Part of the Crime Analytics class is you studying the scene. Most struggle with this. Wanting to fight. And yes, you can do that too. But chasing and profiling the suspect is your strong suit. Besides being socially awkward and not knowing general keys peoples use on day-to-day activities your flaw has its perks. The photographic memory never failing you on cases. The thrill of studying and picking a suspect's brain as if acting like them in the scenes caused you to get popular with officers. Now going on scenes themselves helping and training. The cold gloves now on your hands you pick up a soaked in blood cloth. Seems torn from something. Putting it in a bag you stand up. "Love?" Turning around Todoroki is inside. gloves on too. "Hey. I didn't want you breaking down." he says knowing about how I can break down overstimulated. "The thigh muscle was missing from her body." I say still thinking. "Okay well then they played doctor?" Todoroki says cringing at the pool of blood. He never liked these things. "No. The killer shows no sign of having medical background." "Well maybe he was trying to learn?" Todoroki says firing back looking at some picture frames. "No. He uses math in his crimes." "He?" Todoroki says turning to you. "It's a male." I say knowingly. Stepping over some blood I look closer at the blood. "He is no doctor. So, he won't be selling the parts. uses math. goes after a type of girl every time." I say mumbling connecting dots. Someone calls Todoroki out of the room leaving you alone. the background buzzes with voices as you focus closer. A knife. He skilled with it. Going after teenage girls. Athletic. All girls do sports. Missing muscles in their body. Showed signs of fighting. These thoughts flood in your head as you walk over to the window. Seeing it clean and looking normal. Way to normal. Everything is dusty showing she hasn't cleaned but the window. But no fingerprints on it. Unless the killer cleaned it off. He knows how to use a knife and math. He knows how to clean up a scene. He uses measurements of drugs to paralyze the girls. how does he know the right amount to use? Feeling someone grab your shoulder you turn quickly. "Um ma'am the scene is closing Aizawa is waiting in the front." The officer says softly.

8:24 pm.

Dropping off some notes to Bakugo you see a new book on his shelf. "Oi. what are you looking at nerd?" Bakugo says looking at him with that annoyed face. "You got a new book?" I say walking over to it. "You need learn how to shut that whole photo memory shit off." He says sitting down turning away from you. The hard cover is cold. Its new. Most liking bought online. "Seasoning for the seasons" A cheesy name on it. Yep, it's a cooking book alright. Your about to put it up when you see measurements on the back. measurements. Opening it shows body parts of beef and where its located. What knifes to use for meats and for different textures. And next. Measurements for cutting the meat. on the back it talks about farmers use for drugs on the animals to make death painless. Taking the book you run out. Bakugo screaming and exploding shit as you run out of the house. Getting in the keys to Todoroki's car you get in. Not bothering to even get out of your pjs you go to back up out of the drive away when a hand slams on the hood. "Y/n, what's wrong?!" Todoroki ask opening the door to the driver's seat trying to stop you. "We have to go. The police. The murder." You mumble shaking as Todoroki pulls you out. Hugging your body, he stops your tossing and turning. "Hey. breathe. Get in the passenger seat I will take you." he says calmly not bothering to ask me more questions. Knowing damn well you don't have your license yet.

9:12 pm.

Sitting in the police station talking to the police. Aizawa lecturing Todoroki for giving in. This isn't the first time I have dragged him along. "The killer eats the girls. We are closely related to pigs. Ribs are soft and tender. Most psychopath's have texture issues such as me, so we like hard meet. Tough pork chops." you breath as the officers look at you crazy. Todoroki standing close beside me protectively. Staring at you with amazement. "He paralyzes the girls like they do in pig slaughterhouses. But he works in a kitchen or even a production line for meats. He knows how to cook the girl's muscles to taste like pork. He uses knifes and is very good with them. But he doesn't have medical experience no he has slaughterhouse experience." You say shaking your body over stimulated. Clues and thoughts going 90 to nothing as everything clicks. The officers take action researching.

11:53 pm.

Todoroki hugs your back. Playing with your hair as you guys lay down. After two panic attacks and Todoroki telling everyone to fuck off as they tried to hug you when you got home, knowing you don't like psychical touch when stressed. Your breathing is calm. All your thoughts drift as Todoroki's tight hold calms you. "You're like a Japanese Snowbell." He says softly. "Those are rare Tho. They are in the family Styracaceous and are trees but considered flowers-" You ramble saying facts that don't make sense on why you would know. "I know." Todoroki had always had his own way of thinking. Never explaining why just always saying his mind. He was a leaving Bold titles while you were a living definition. "You can read 1234 words per minute but when it comes to poetry you stumble." He says kissing your shoulder. "It doesn't make sense to me. I don't like fiction or a challenge of who can write the best rhyming words." You can feel him smile. "Poetry is all you read." u say rolling your eyes. "Maybe because I'm not good explaining myself." He says turning your over slightly to look at him. "Why did you say I am like a Japanese Snowbell?" U ask softly. Shoto smile "until you can understand poetry you won't know." He says challenging you to master another skill. not saying anything your brain ranks though facts about them. maybe it's because you don't like the cold?

12:02 am.

Todoroki smiles hearing you sleeping. Thinking back to how he thought you were even weirder than him when he first saw you the first day of school. Early summer you bloomed. Happy with the nice weather you would sit outside reading multiple books at a fast pace while everyone joked and messed around. How you effortlessly solved hard math equations. He studied you more than the schoolbooks you studied. Noticing your dislike for poetry. Learning how to help with autism and changing little things around the dorm to fit your comfort. Never touching your organized messes of papers and books you have stacked up on your desk. Making a holding for everything you lose and putting a tracking device on your keys and air pods. Everything you lose so he can be your knight and shining armor. He thought you were a rare flower. But your smarts made you as strong as a tree. He thought you were beautiful and rare. Never seen twice. Just like a Japanese Snowbell.

[thegeniusofplaytimeco]

Chapter 13: Keep Your Eyes Peeled

Summary:

It begins, you as the Doctor who created the experiments VS The Experiments! But the chapter starts slowly, a little background lore, inner monologues and explanations of plot points that may have been left open. Your unmatched mind, your way of thinking that is ahead of every person on this planet and the challenge that comes with it. But in all these thoughts, the situation seems even more surreal on the hand: While you are standing here, Huggy Wuggy is waiting just a few meters away from you, waiting to attack.

Notes:

This story hasn't gotten an update in a damn long time! I'm sorry to everyone, but I hope you know that I have several stories going on. It's quite hard to keep moving from one character to another because all my characters are so damn different. A child plagued by terror. A teenager who suddenly discovers his superpower. A spy who spies on a foreign world. And of course the genius, who is on a completely different path, far from the one that a person has ever walked. Okay, enough talk! Enjoy reading and leave kudos and a comment! wc: 5.5 k

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Panic.

Normally something you didn't know. Normal people knew it, but you didn't.

Arguments at home, with parents or siblings. Stress at work, that oppressed feeling in your stomach, and the knowledge that there is absolutely nothing you can do about it. Not being able to keep to a time slot and then having to apologize to someone else for it. Having once tried to take responsibility, but now having to live with the consequences and failure.

You had it easy, honestly. That was always down to two things.

You were absolutely emotionless, Stoic, and always reacted and lived with logic. All things had a reason, some due to human stupidity, some due to science, and other things could happen absolutely by chance. You never believed in things like luck, chance exists, is mathematically verifiable and fitted more into your rational way of thinking.

The second point is even simpler than your always thinking too much way of thinking: you are simply better. You don't need stress, neither in life nor at work. People create stressful situations, so you distance yourself from them as much as possible or give them orders, because if you want something to be good, you have to do it, after all, nobody else is even remotely on your level.

But there it was again: your life had absolutely no reason to be lived. Others would probably have killed themselves in your skin within the first few days. A life that consisted of numbers, dates and absolutely nothing else. Feelings were secondary; in your opinion, you only acted on them if you were either an idiot or completely without a plan.

It may sound edgy to most people, but it didn't matter to you whether you died alone or not. In the end, whether you die alone or with others, absolutely nothing changes in the result. You didn't care what other people thought about you, to you everyone was worth less than you anyway.

You were called a genius, what other person had such an acronym? You were at the top, no, you are the top. There will never be anyone who can even begin to think as far as you. You've always been a thousand steps ahead, when you do something; say something; plan something: it was perfect. It would probably take other people years to understand a single move you make.

That's why feelings were of secondary importance to you, if at all. You can always feel, at least normal people can, but thinking and knowledge were better. Being able to assess others, write reports, solve complicated equations and formulas that took others years to do, that was your field. The world can be explained with the help of numbers, which you saw everywhere in your everyday life.

But in this whole world, there were only an incredible few people who existed in your eyes.

Once there were your parents, without them you wouldn't have been born. Thanks to cell division during sex, you had the incredible misfortune of being born. You were a fairly quiet child, but the costs from your birth to the age of seven were 310,754 dollars. Of course, you weren't able to write things down as a small child, i.e. the costs, but at seven you started to do so and estimated approximately how much you cost, based on your bank statements.

Then your brother, Rin. United by a bond that neither your parents nor anyone else would understand. Brothers who carried the same blood and yet were so different, and the rarest of things, who could still stand each other. You played soccer together on the school team, and you had always promised Rin that one day you would make it big and earn so much that you wouldn't be able to spend it.

That's how it would have turned out if you hadn't done the year abroad and...

Doesn't matter.

And then there he was: Elliot Ludwig. Probably the only person who made you think twice before you said something. Elliot was dangerous, and you were sure you were the only one who knew that.

A person who can look millions of people in the eye, give their children a smile, and at the same time has children's corpses in the basement and turns them into toys.  

However, you or Harley Sawyer carried out the operations.

So who was really the monster?

All in all, you could say that your life is a tale of woe, with a protagonist who you neither know whether he wants to be the main character, nor whether he feels anything at all or wants to live.

In your opinion, life, birth to death, was an absolute waste. A genius like you was absolutely wrong at that time. Like someone trying to explain colors to a blind man, you wandered from place to place to gain knowledge, to satisfy your hunger for information and to become something at the same time.

And that's how you ended up here: Playtime Co.

A company that was not known to you for its many toys, but for the scientific situation that absolutely destroyed it. Rising electricity prices, sales figures not as high as before, and reports of employees disappearing. You had a rough idea of what was happening there, and by simple addition and logic you had an idea of how it could be done much better.

That was the birth of genius.

The previous head doctor at the hospital, who was described by others as a miracle, finally found his place in the Emotional and Dark World. A genius who worked directly under the boss, ran the labs, and even people like Harley Sawyer were subordinate to him. Truly the smartest and best employee Playtime Co would ever have.

Thinking back to work always made you think of your mother. How she used to tell you and your brother that you needed a "good job", "where you don't break yourself". If only she knew what you've done, how many bodies you've destroyed and turned into damned monsters and deformities.

Percentage-wise, you had to think about your mother more often than anything else. Her voice, somewhere in the back of your emotionless, cold and rational mind. It was as if Playtime Co was the evil that drew you to the deeds, and then there was your mother, who always believed that you weren't really the way you acted. On top of that, you had always seen how your mother took care of everyone in the family, but they always left her alone.

It was unfair. But that was life. That's why you left out feelings, thoughts and everything else that made a mere mortal. There were enough other idiots who thought like that, and as long as you thought perfectly and always knew what was coming, you were ahead of every fucking person on this filthy planet.

Your life was one big pile of complicated garbage, but it doesn't matter anyway. Sooner or later everyone dies, whether you were famous, maybe made it into the history books or whatever, in the end it doesn't matter anyway.

Because all Humans will someday Meet with an Accident or Disease and Die, Without Exception.

All these thoughts, all this knowledge, the knowledge that you would die anyway, made every day feel like the same day. It didn't really matter, every day was just another hand on the clock that slowly pointed to your inevitable death. But death was just as normal to you as life. You never understood why people were afraid of it and didn't just accept it.

You were a solution in search of a problem

"A heart full of sentimentality is dangerous"

Was it something you told yourself or something that was drummed into you?

So what, and what difference does it make now, especially in this situation:

You here, right next to Olivia, in front of the gate where in the infinite darkness Huggy Wuggy is waiting to tear you apart. The subtle smell of toxic enzymes that only your nose can detect is still buzzing in the air as a sign, a warning.

"I think I peed my pants." Olivia says, standing to your left as your two pairs of eyes waver on the colorful gate of the Make-A-Friend room in front of you.

What a fucking idiot.

She was already annoying now, in a situation like this you had to think quickly, which isn't a problem for you, but now it's different. Not only were the Smilling Critters lined up behind the two of you, desperately lining up, but this woman was here too.

There are more variables than you thought, and that causes problems.

Huggy will wait there in front until someone moves into his territory. He will either come out slowly, staggering after his prey, or run. If he runs after it slowly, the adrenaline kicks in, so the meat gets better and he'd rather have it that way.

If he runs, we have absolutely no chance, so we're lucky he won't run. No, it's not luck, I'm starting to sound like that Olivia, that idiot. It's simply the result of Huggys eating habits, nothing more.

Also, if he steps any further into the main room and the hallway, the alarm will go off anyway. That means both of the vents in this room will open, and that will take us into the Conveyor Belt System. But...

You glance slightly to your left, catching sight of Olivia still staring into the darkness, wearing a nervous smile. Your second, important glance goes to the door to the right of the machine, the vent entrance.

Will the critters and that idiot Olivia manage to follow me in the Belt System? Huggy will definitely chase us, and he fits crouched in the ventilation shaft. But with an average speed of 5kmh and the fact that the critters will block each other and panic, it will be difficult to get everyone through easily.

So all the variables have to be right, and we have to unwind Huggy in the Storage Bay, otherwise everyone dies. If everyone dies, no one gets what they want and it's all for nothing. With ten people we'll definitely have problems in the later systems, and in the puzzles with my GrabPack this 'Olivia' will get on my nerves.

In your head, hundreds, thousands of thoughts go through a process that would even make natural selection look bad. Every conceivable possibility, every outcome and every possible person with all their characteristics goes around from the back of your head to reality.

It all happens in seconds, fractions of a second, and the others don't even notice your gaze moving across the room in that brief moment. All the variables were set up correctly, you've rearranged the equation of your survival so many times in your mind that everything will work out. But in the end, everyone but you in this room was just a variable, given a letter by thousands in your head.

They are just variables, nothing more.

"When I tell you to run, you do it." You say, a stoic tone of voice and seriousness that has always lingered in your voice. With that, you slowly take steps forward, into the hallway, aiming to set foot in the darkness where Huggy lingers.

You don't even listen to the words that fall behind you, neither Oliva's nor DogDay's or Hoppy's shouting anything at you. You know they heard what you said, even if they didn't, Oliva did, and that's enough for you. As you walk slowly towards them, you hear the voices behind you that you had intended to block out.

"What's he doing?"

"can't you see that Kickin! He's going to fight the monster now!"

"What nonsense are you two talking about? Huggy is bigger than all of us by far, at least physically." Bubba interrupts, with his head up and his eyes glued to your back.

"Depends on what size we're talking about..." Olivia interjects, with a hand in her hair to comb it back, and a big nervous grin directed at the critters.

"What?" Bubba asks quickly, seemingly not understanding the perverse and rather stupid joke Olivia was about to make.

"Nothing." Olivia says quickly, and a feeling spreads, creating even more nervousness. She hopes Bubba won't ask you later about her joke and what you might say to her.

"But Y/N just said that we should run, didn't he?" DogDay now asks, standing behind CatNap and hugging him from behind, looking around the group.

"Wait...you really trust him?" Now Olivia says, and her voice suddenly becomes serious.

"What do you mean?" Not taking a second, Bubba immediately jumped at the question and put both arms in front of his chest. Bobby, standing next to him, turns to her as well and taps Crafty on the shoulder, causing her to stop shaking.

With that, the rest of the Smilling Critters turned to Olivia, her question arousing everyone's interest.

"So...you know who he is, right?"

That was absolute silence for the time being. Everyone, even Olivia, turns in your direction. While you are already many meters away and in the bright hallway, just a few steps away from the darkness, you think again.

I don't have to run into the darkness, according to the blueprint of this hallway there should be a motion sensor here. But to activate it, Huggy has to walk past it, throwing something won't help, because the sensor has to be activated for several seconds. Only Huggy can do this when he sees me again and needs a few seconds to realize it.

You realize it, a fine human instinct that you had already developed before: You are being watched. The eyes that meet your back, see you standing there with your hair, your black coat, the GrabPack and backpack underneath.

So you turn around and your theory is confirmed. New pairs of eyes stare straight at you, but they don't disappear. You don't make a gesture, you told them what you were going to do and that they had to run, so now you try the last three steps.

"You've heard his title here at the company, haven't you?" Olivia whispers down to the Smilling Critters, which made absolutely no sense because Two was the same size as her. All the Critters formed a circle, Olivia also forming a compartment, and with her head slightly bowed she tells her thoughts into the group. "The genius."

"Yeah..." Bubba remarks, standing directly opposite her in a circle next to Bobby and Crafty. He wags his trunk slightly, looks around the group quickly and continues to answer. "He's the smartest, isn't he?"

With that, Olivia slaps a hand against her forehead and looks hopelessly at the group. There's a conflict going on inside her as to whether she should really tell them the truth, the whole truth. She is quite sure, which she hasn't often been in life, that you had already told them what you had done here.

"He worked above Harley Sawyer a..." Her face, to the shock of the others, turns serious. The previously humorous, take-nothing-seriously woman suddenly spoke in a serious and sentimental voice, and the critters listen. "Really, really bad person."

All eyes are on you as you walk slowly into the darkness.

Step number 1: The darkness is cooler than the Great Make-A-Friend Room, you notice that immediately. Your legs slow down a little, your shoulders rise slightly and you know it's getting serious.

"He has done things that I am certainly not allowed to talk about with you children."

Step Two: Your eyes adjust to the darkness after just a few seconds of exposure. You see the Long Hallway in front of you, dark and smeared with blood everywhere, and then there is this huge figure in front of you.

"I can tell you though, if there's one person the world really hates, it's definitely Y/N. Probably the same the other way around, you've often heard that everyone is dirt to him, the only one from the company who could talk to him on a level was Mr. Ludwig."

Step number three: It was no longer a step. You stand still, deathly still and with an upturned gaze at the experiment that just stood before you. Absolutely nothing has changed in your face, the stoic look that seems almost bored, the stiff posture as it has always been, and the mind that has already thought of everything.

"I can't believe he really wants to bring you here, I don't know what for anyway, probably just to clear his conscience. But I don't think someone like him can sleep at all, with all the things he's done."

With that, you suddenly sprint back, which none of the others seem to have expected. Their faces are indescribable, but they change directly to terror and panic when they see the giant Huggy Wuggy behind you.

You don't even say anything, you don't even run, even though the alarm is now sounding.

"WHAT THE?!"

"THERE HE IS! WE HAVE TO GET OUT OF HERE!"

"BUT WHERE TO?"

"WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIE!"

The alarm is quieter than you thought, and the red lights don't seem to be working either. But that's all secondary, your eyes land on the vent next to the machine, which was now open.

"HEY Y/N?! WHAT'S THE PLAN?!"

You turn around, and the sight burns itself into your mind.

She, Olivia, standing straight in her white T-shirt and black jeans, and Huggy slowly approaching behind her. What exactly was it in that moment that burned itself into your mind? Was it her stupidity, why she didn't just follow you with the critters and finally go into the vent as agreed? Or, was it the fact that she somehow managed to look flawless in this, for the others, panic-stricken situation?

"That's the plan!" You shout, even though normally you would have just gone ahead and left the others to their fate.

"THIS IS A FUCKING SHIT PLAN!" She shouts back, or rather screams. Huggy's footsteps become more and more present, and with that, the critters and Olivia finally run over to you and quickly line up in front of the vent.

"HEY DON'T PUSH ME!"

"I DIDN'T!"

"THE GIANT THING IS GETTING CLOSER AND CLOSER!"

You climb onto the conveyor belt, enter the vent and start the chase. Diligently behind you are the others, while Olivia quickly jumps in, the critters all go one after the other, still completely panicked, but no matter. You waste no time, feel the bag on your back rattle and quickly run off.

"HEY Y/N WAIT!" Olivia shouts behind you, and to the shock of the others, you stop for a second to see what's going on. Crafty has apparently fallen down, not expecting the conveyor belt to still move slightly. "COME ON! WE HAVE TO GET OUT OF HERE FAST!"

It starts with the slamming down of the vent opening where you were standing a few seconds ago.

Panicked footsteps, thick air and a strong smell of terror in the air. You all run as a group through the Conveyor Belt System, where you have no problem keeping the perfect pace at the front, while some at the back are already slowing down.

"DAMN! HOW MUCH LONGER?!" Olivia yells as she catches her breath and keeps her eyes on your back. Her pink backpack rattles on her back, her permanent grin gone and replaced with a panic face. "I SHOULDN'T HAVE SKIPPED GYM CLASS!"

Left, right, straight ahead, right, straight ahead, left, down, straight ahead, then turn back and just keep walking, then left again and out to the right, which will take you to Storage Bay.

Although most of the paths have not yet been taken, you were already far ahead in your thoughts. Thanks to the blueprints, of which there were over 60, you know exactly where to go, which paths are a 'trap' and how to get directly to Storage Bay, the room you thought was the most logical place to go.

"DAMN THERE'S HUGGY!"

You turn left again, and the others need several seconds to keep up with you.

"HOW ARE YOU SO FAST?! HEY! SHIFT DOWN A GEAR NOW! THIS IS NOT THE OLYMPICS!""

She's so damn stupid.

For a moment, an incredibly brief moment that only good eyes could see, you turn your neck minimally and have a good view to the rear. Olivia and the others can barely keep up with you, and you're immediately made aware of it by their noses, loud breathing and loud footsteps.

Instead of stopping talking and concentrating on keeping up with me, like the Smilling Critters do, she just keeps on talking. I can already hear that she's out of breath and won't make it much further.

"Just straight ahead!" You didn't shout it or make an effort to wrap it up so they could all hear it, given their condition.

"DAMN! WHY DO SMART PEOPLE ALWAYS HAVE TO BE SO FUNNY?"

The final sprint follows. Your legs feel as good as ever, you could easily run this distance another twenty times before you notice anything. The conveyor belt beneath you suddenly turns to hard plastic and you are no longer in the belt system.

The new room, where you are all still standing on a small catwalk, consists only of a long catwalk containing multiple pipes and conveyor belts positioned everywhere. But your path is directly blocked by boxes that are stacked high and won't let you through.

You will realize it immediately:

We have to go down a step, onto the catwalk below us.

But how? In a few seconds Huggy will arrive here, destroy the door and run towards us. I don't have infinite time, less than five seconds, if that.

"HEY WHAT ARE WE DOING NOW?" Olivia shouts in your ear as she stands next to you. You all stand on the narrow catwalk, blocked by the boxes and panic in the air.

So you do it, you look around, so quickly that it almost seems like you never did it. All the information from this room flows into your mind, the length of the catwalk to the door, the width, the number of people and even the approximate room temperature. By turning your head to broaden your field of view, you take in all possible information that could help you resolve this situation.

That's how you always did it in the experiments. By looking straight ahead, we are using our central, paracentral and macular visions. But you could do much better: your Blessed Mind allowed you to absorb and process all things at lightning speed, even if you only saw them for a fraction of a millisecond.

In the experiments, it was often the tools, such as the scalpel or clamps. In the event that the patient, now the experiment, woke up, which never happened because you had calculated the exact amount of sleeping pills for the body, you still knew what you should have done.

By including all possible information, the solution seems far too simple for you:

The large box above you, on a stationary conveyor belt.

She was perfect, with your GrabPack you could hit her at an angle, and as soon as Huggy runs at you, you pull her down, hitting not only him, but also the catwalk.

How long would it have taken other people to realize all this, because it only took you 1.7 seconds. But you weren't really a human being, more like the waste of all thoughts and feelings that no one else could process.

"Y/N! WHAT NOW!"

You don't answer, stand in front of Olivia and the Smilling Critters and keep your eyes on the box. The critters panic and stand behind you, with Olivia standing in front of them and directly behind you, in a pose like a mother cat protecting her children.

"HEY! HE'S ABOUT TO COME IN HERE AND KILL US ALL! WHAT'S THE PLAN?!"

"I already told you." You finally reply, turning to face her, her eyes still on your back. Your tone of voice was calm, which Olivia can't understand one bit in this situation, standing frozen as if a giant monster wasn't going to come out and kill you all in a few seconds. "That's the plan."

"DAMN YOU BASTARD NOW SAY IT! I DON'T WANT TO DIE YET OKAY?"

You don't react, press the GrabPack button and land your hand on the box above you. It was wood-colored with yellow lines around the edges and a line through the middle, which somehow doesn't fit here in terms of color. While your hand is already stuck to it and your backpack starts to wobble slightly, you make a mental calculation to be on the safe side, but it only confirms it.

With a gravitational acceleration of 9.81 , the box will have a weight force of approximately 981 newtons. Even if it is lighter, it will be light enough to break through the catwalk and take Huggy with it.

"WHY ARE WE STILL STANDING HERE! WE HAVE TO LEAVE!"

"I DON'T WANT TO DIE!"

"I'm scared..."

"IF ALL TEN OF US GO FOR HIM, HE HAS NO CHANCE!"

You ignore the stupid statements behind you, they are unnecessary and so idiotic that they don't even find a place in your mind. Your eyes stay on the vent entrance about 5 meters in front of you. If you mess up the timing by a second, that's it.

Your idea to give the critters something like an apology. Try to come to terms with your incredibly unnecessary life. To find the strength to apologize to your brother for everything. To get your negativity back and start from scratch again.

To make your mother proud for once in your life.

"I HEAR THE BANG, HE'S HERE!"

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE Y/N! WE HAVE TO RUN AWAY RIGHT NOW!"

You stand still, and the moment Huggy bangs through the metal door, it's quiet. Time passes slowly, your eyes are by far the quickest in the room to comprehend the situation.

At this very moment, with Huggy standing less than ten feet in front of you, no one dares to question your determination. The whole idea was already crazy: the person who turned the Smilling Critters from humans into monsters wants to help them get their old bodies back.

But you act: With a strong press of the switch, the blue and red toy hand of your GrabPack pull on the box, which falls straight down.

It hits Huggy on the head and pushes him down so that he hits the floor of the catwalk with it. She also destroys the platform beneath you, and for a moment you are in the air. The critters scream, but the loudest screaming voice is still Olivia.

You land on your feet and are the only one to do so. As you watch for another second as Huggy slips off the side of the catwalk and falls off, you turn around to see how the others are doing, even though you don't care.

Olivia has fallen on her butt, legs outstretched as she stares into nothingness while holding a nervous smile paired with an aggrieved expression.

DogDay, who had apparently been hugging CatNap, was lying on his stomach. With his tail wagging in the air and his legs bent against his body. CatNap was sitting on his back with a smile on his face, showing that the whole situation had scared him, but now that it was over and the adrenaline had worn off, he would like to do it again.

Hoppy and Kickin are lying right next to each other on their sides, with their chests rising steadily and breathing loudly, which even you can hear. While Hoppy slowly tries to get up, and for a moment her left leg is not in rhythm with her right, Kickin jumps up. He straightens up, holds up his beak and says something like "Phew! Not so bad!".

Bubba, who is completely shocked and doesn't seem to understand the situation, is completely beside himself. After all, he is sitting leaning against the railing with a distraught look on his face. His shakes are shaking, as are his legs, and his arms are just lying next to his blue body.

Picky, Crafty and Bobby lie on top of each other. They almost form a small ball, with Bobby on top and Crafty on the bottom, with Picky in the middle. But they don't stay like that for long, Bobby gets up quickly, helps Picky and Crafty by holding her hand out and stands next to Bubba at the railing.

And then there you are: Absolutely stoic. No sweat, no trembling legs, an almost bored look on your face and complete control of the situation.

"Was this...your plan all along?" Olivia says, for the first time speaking softly and with an adrenaline-drenched tone of voice.

You don't answer, just look down at her, still sitting there on the catwalk, gazing back. It was pathetic for you how a grown-up person could be so stupid and still not understand anything, even though the panic situation was long gone.

You scoff, pass her, straighten your GrabPack and walk ahead again as the head of the group. It was a waste of time for you, and time was ticking, so you don't have much left to waste.

Meanwhile, something completely different was going on with Olivia, her thoughts were in pieces and her smile disappeared from her face.

This guy knew all along what was going to happen. He knew the way since the Make-A-Friend Room and was able to direct us here, and immediately solved the problem with the blocked path!

How far can he see ahead? Could it be that before he entered this factory, he already knew that he would meet another person? That's why he took a GrabPack with him, even though the paths were cleared by me!

Unbelievable... How the hell did he know all this?! How many steps ahead of us is he? Huggy would have slaughtered everyone without a problem, but with simple thinking Y/N put him in checkmate.

He is...

With that, her eyes land on you again, you, the guy walking at the head of the group. She is completely flashed, while her mind slowly puts the pieces of the puzzle together, just as you did hours, days or even years ago.

A genius.

With that, she walks off, past the critters, who are all already busy chatting, and stands next to you again. You don't move a bit, the only sign that you're alive are your footsteps, which leave a slight metallic sound on the catwalk.

We are honestly lucky that he is on our side. Not only does he probably know the inside of this factory better than anyone else, no, he also knows all the experiments.

And in addition...

Her eyes land on your jaw, your pale skin and your eyes. Each feature gets full attention, while the rest of her body continues on automatic. She literally analyzes you and compares what she sees here with the stories she has heard about you.

He doesn't look too bad...

This brings you to an abrupt halt.

"Huh? What's going on up ahead?" Says Kickin, only seven meters behind you. With one hand, he walks around the yellow fur on his head while his eyes land on you and Olivia.

"Why is it so cold in here?" Bobby shivers behind you, with her arms now against the other side.

"We can take a little break here." You say, turning around and looking at the critters. Your eyes land in the middle of DogDay, watching the others out of the corner of your eye.

The word break hasn't even left your mouth for a second before Picky sits down against the railing and rummages around in her backpack.

"Who's up for a slice of pizza?"

Another two seconds pass and the critters organize something like a buffet. They carefully place food and drink on the metal catwalk and distribute it among themselves.

You and Olivia stand next to her, like teachers in a kindergarten group, looking down on them and watching them together. You don't move an inch as you realize that a coffee would be good to completely heighten your senses, which they always are.

"To think we were just running away from a giant blue monster." Whispering in your direction, with her hands on her hips, Olivia turns to you and starts to smile. "I don't know if it's the coffee I spilled earlier or something else. But! my pants are wet."

Fucking idiot.

And so ends Chapter One, a long journey characterized by too many thoughts and too much panic for the Smilling Critters and Olivia who is now along for the ride!

But that's only one of four, which means there's a lot to come. A slow redemption, slow relationships that build, many encounters with experiments that plague your past and maybe finally learning to empathize.

Maybe this Journey isn't so much about becoming anything. Maybe it's about unbecoming everything that isn't really you.

Notes:

Wow, after the chase scene they all take a break together, quite unexpected. I just want to say a quick thank you to everyone who helped me get to 260 kudos! Many thanks to all of you! It really means a lot to me to see that people are reading my stories. The next update will be for my Arcane fanfiction again, then for the Rat story. After all, time is ticking there, and I think it will be the first of my stories to end. Thank you all for reading, leave kudos and comments!

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

this had me thinking about katsuki and his ability to turn things that can be viewed as sexual into the total opposite

like you guys are sucking faces and he’s leaving hickies on you but it’s not because he’s horny

instead, it’s because those forms of physical affection are so much more intense, and intensely is the only way katsuki knows how to show his love for you

wait...CUS YOU ATE DOWNNNNN

i spent like five minutes just kickin my feet at this bc omg???? you're so real.

katsuki is such an intense person and of course he's gonna bring that over to the relationship because he does not do anything without giving it his all. and you make him feel so intensely that he just has to be 10000000 times more intense than usual , ya dig ????

so he bites your lip when you're making out n sucking faces and he's basically crushing you with how tight he's holding you because he lowk hopes you won't realise how hard and fast his heart is beating. and he's so mushy n in love that the only way he can show much he cares is to put semi permanent lil marks on your skin, it's like the physical proof of how much he cares,,ya know??

and i feel at first he'll feel a lil bad cus its a heat of the moment typa thing and he's just SOOOO embarrassed i just know 😭 afterwards he'll poke at them n mumble a quiet little "doesn't hurt right.. ?" scanning along your face super intensely to see if you're actually not in pain n then he"ll mumble an uber quiet lil "m'sorry.." into your shoulder,,the stinky </3`

he's still just a lil embarrassed about it but you don't mind cus you get it and as long as you don't mind he's doin it !!! and honestly if you put some on him he'll be giddy about it on the low but he'll act like he's unfazed,,, which doesn't work cus he's fuckin' beet red.💀 when he gets a look at them alone tho he smiles just a little bit <3

(like thats also why like katsuki being a biter not only cus hes a little shit but also because you make him feel so much and he sucks at saying it so he shows it by just chomping on you. <33)

anyways this is so real and true and you're a genius. gonna go squeal into my pillow now.

[9kittie]

need ex hubby rafe and reader lore 😻 i just know he will forever be her man

loveee this ask because the two are so complicated with each other knowing they'll end up together anyways <3

exhusband!rafe and her hadn't even been together that long before they both 'decided' to call it off. only being together for two years prior, and now a year divorced. they both had their own issues which resulted in one specific toxic argument before she's brattily sliding the divorce papers towards him and he's glaring right back at her.

neither of them want the other to sign, but they love playing cat and mouse and challenging each other, it's fun─ with consequences.

he had short temper issues, and she had attitude issues. which one can only imagine how much they clash because she's so spoiled by him, and they're young. which results in another thing..

age difference. it's controversial. she's twenty-five and he's thirty. a year into their marriage she got pregnant, which caused a lot of stress on top of all that.

truth to be told, the two didn't have any specific reason for divorce other than her attitude which was caused by his short and aggressive temper. he'd never physically touched her in any way that's bad, they just caught each other on a really messy minded day.

he'd come home from doing deals allll day with barry, and she'd been home feeling all cranky and upset because she just missed her husband so badly! and as soon as he's entering that door to the house he worked so god damn hard for, she's running her mouth and he's over it all.

and when she threw the engagement ring at him that used to be his mothers, he was floored. hurt, and so confused because he's panicking now and it's all just so messy and she's out within the next week in a house he offered to pay off, all thanks to his real estate cameron business.

yes, he will forever be her man, and her his woman. the two are so attached to each other and can never go within a week without fucking at least once or twice. it's almost every time where she's picking up their kids that he's convincing her to stay the night which ends up with them messily all over each other and practically screaming out the words "i love you" to one other while going at it like some bunnies.

exhubby!rafe is so pussy whipped and the spoiled brat is so dick drunk, the two would never ever think about getting with other people because who else would take care of the other like he and she does?

and it's the way he's always handing her a weekly allowance, paying for her nails, hair, shopping addiction sprees, etc. he pays for everything.. and that has her knowing he's the only guy for her ever.

[lavandulawrites]

Yandere HSR Men Memes

I had to make some for the HSR men too(^з^)-☆

Yandere HSR men memes part 2

Yandere genshin men memes

I have made true art＼(^o^)／

Do not copy my ideas. Thank you

[satoruxx]

stubble toji but u squeal when he eats u out

had to take a minute to breath nonnie bc oh my god

stubble toji is insufferable with it too, because he knows how you normally react when he's pressing the rough texture of his jaw against your skin. god knows he'll take advantage of it in every possible situation.

taunts like crazy, saying things like "what's wrong, doll? still hate the feelin'?” even as his hands grip your thighs and spread them apart. you scoff, cheeks practically on fire as you look down at his smug grin.

"quit teasing, toji."

he just chuckles throatily, chin brushing over the skin of your inner thigh just barely, and he mentally notes the way you shiver at the feeling.

toji already drives himself crazy when he eats you out, mostly because the choked moans and whines that he can pull from you with a skillful flick of his tongue has his pride singing.

but when you squeal in between your gasps, caught off guard by the rough sensation in between his licks—that is a different high all together.

he groans against your skin when you do, stubble pressing deep against it as he suckles at your clit eagerly.

the sound, quite literally, goes straight to your core.

“ah fuck baby, that’s it,” he grunts, fingers tightening around your thighs in a way you know will leave marks. he deliberately presses his jaw into you when he can, eyes hooded as he hears the sound it pulls from you. “feel good, huh?”

“uh huh—” you nod eagerly, unable to stop your hips from bucking into his tongue as he teases your clit and laps up your juices. “so good.”

an evil smirk as he pulls back, chin glistening and eyes satisfied. “thought you always whine about how my stubble is too scratchy.”

“it is,” you huff—adamant. “you’re always tormenting me with it.”

“don’t hear you complaining now,” he murmurs—smug. his lips find your clit again, sucking and licking until your vision goes hazy. “still want me to shave?”

you’ve never said no quicker in your life.

[xinganhao]

not for sale 💳 mingyu x reader.

✉︎ @maplegyu asked me if she could abuse her moot privileges for this smau, and ??? when was i ever going to say 'no' to my favorite gyuldaengie! her prompt: celebrity!mingyu x small business owner!reader would be cute AF— based on this (i.e. mingyu selling out a regnie pudding).

↻ ◁ || ▷ ↺ not for sale by enhypen. love is growing by plastic plastic. 711 by toneejay. she wants me (to be loved) by the happy fits. like or like like by miniature tigers. like the movies by laufey. do you wanna do nothing with me? by lawrence. wall st by boys go to jupiter.

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[ackermans-angel]

Collegeboy!spencer who you meet in your first year of college, even though he’s already been there two years and almost has a second PhD.

Collegeboy!spencer who you sit next to in your psychology class because you were late the first day, and it was the only seat left

Collegeboy!spencer who reads incredibly fast. When the professor gives you a few minutes to read the first pages of the next chapter you’ll be going over, you look over to your right and have to do a double take. The guy next to you drags his finger down the center of each page, it appears to be him just skimming the words, but it is done very seriously and swiftly.

“There’s no way you can actually read that fast” you say, in disbelief.

He looks up at you and says, “Our conscious minds can process 16 bits of information per second. Our unconscious, however, can process 11million”.

There was an awkward pause. You tilt you head at him still confused.

“Yes I- I can actually read that fast”

You giggle at that and smile. “Okay, boy genius” you say and then go back to reading. He was strange and It sounded like he was reading that straight from a book but you believed him.

Collegeboy!spencer who doesn’t know whether you were teasing him or being genuine, but he smiles none the less.

Collegeboy!spencer who’s glasses fall down his nose as he concentrates on the words he’s writing on his laptop. Only for him to push them back up on the bridge of his nose with his long fingers.

Collegeboy!spencer who you start to develop a small crush on as you sneak glances at him for weeks, but it’s silly because you don’t even know his name.

Collegeboy!spencer who thinks you’re just as pretty, but doesn’t think he stands a chance with a girl like you.

Collegeboy!spencer who usually does group assignments alone, but when the professor mentions a partner research paper, you see this as your opportunity to get to know the mysterious smart guy next to you.

“So what you say, boy genius, you wanna work together?” You ask.

He’s caught off guard, and is a little dumbfounded before he replies. “Oh, yeah uh, s-sure. I’d like that”

You find his shyness endearing as you proceed to introduce yourself. “Oh, by the way I’m y/n”

He gives you tiny smile as he pushes some of his hair out of his face. “I’m Spencer, Spencer Reid”

[cashiedoodles]

Just some royal shuggy

Inspired by this painting below

[suiana]

(yandere! genius x gn reader)

"For someone so smart you are acting unusually stupid right now."

He grits his teeth, stalking towards you as you unconsciously take a step back.

"Why are you doing this to yourself? You need me."

He hisses at you, eyebrows furrowing as he folds his arms. You only stare back, lips pulled into a thin line as you refuse to speak to the person you once considered your friend.

How did it even get to this? You were only joking around when you told him that you wanted to date that cute bakery boy! How were you supposed to know that he had feelings for you? That he would do anything for your love?

"Come on. You know that bug wouldn't even match half of your intelligence."

He mutters, looking at you with lovesick eyes as you continue to defy his wishes. Why wouldn't you give into him already? It's clearly the best and most intelligent outcome! He knows this. You know this. So why are you making such a foolish mistake?

Is it because of...

"Hah, don't tell me you're actually throwing away everything to be with that plebian!"

He insults, eye twitching as he resists the urge to hurl insults at you. Come on! Just give in already! Why are you making this so much harder for yourself?

"He's an idiot! He will never match up to our levels of intelligence. Ever. Why are you tainting your bloodline by choosing him?"

"It was a joke! I don't actually like him!"

You yell, looking behind your shoulder for a possible exit. There was the window but the fall is two stories and you don't want to risk breaking your ankle. And there was also the door... But would you make it in time?

"Then why? Why are you refusing me? You know I'm the only one for you. The only one worthy of you."

He spits, face relaxing slightly at your reassurance that your crush was just a joke. However he can't help but grow agitated again at your antsy behavior. Are you scared of him? You keep looking at the door... Are you trying to leave?

"I locked the door. You can't run. Now answer my question."

He mumbles, taking large strides over to you as his patience wears thin. He's so glad he took precautions.

"What? You locked me in?! How-"

"Because I need you to understand that only I can stand as your equal! You hear me? Me. And only me."

He yells, trapping you against the wall as your chances of escape dwindle near zero. You feel your heart thudding in your chest, mind racing as you stare into his obsessive eyes.

"Only I am worthy of you, just as only you are worthy of me. No one else can compare with us."

He mumbles, calming down slightly as he invades your personal space. Your breath hitches as he stares down at you with sharp eyes. They are full of obsession, eyes belonging to someone completely unfamiliar to you. Dread fills your body as he mumbles his next statement, sending shivers down your spine at his lovesick tone.

"And I will make you understand why that is so."

[vannabanana212]

something about lesbians with hand tattoos…

[shotmrmiller]

pretend boyfriend but it's in a time where roads are nothing more than muddy tracks, making travel slow and cumbersome. the town's buildings are a mix of weathered wood and crumbling brick, faded paint peeling off their facades. wanted posters, yellow and tattered, are plastered on every available surface, faces of outlaws and fugitives who roam the countryside depicted in greyish ink.

the townsfolk go about their lives with a wary eye, and you go about yours with a sharp one, in search of opportunity: a cowboy too drunk off his wits to know his right from his left. the humble borough of blackthorn doesn't need any more working girls, no more ladies with hair down to their corseted waists beautifying the arms of both bounty hunters and farm hands alike.

that's fine, you reckon. you've always had a knack for survival. your deft fingers have made a living out of slipping into pockets and relieving men of their hard earned coin pouches when they lose themselves in drink and laughter. its not an easier life than that of the ladies in the saloon but it's yours, and you've learned to navigate it with equal cunning and charm.

but as people say, anything that can go wrong, will and tonight nothing seems to go right for you. just as you'd been slipping the stolen bills from your latest mark in between the swell of your breasts, he stirs from his drunken sleep, bedsheet tangled in his spurs as he struggles to rise onto unsteady feet. his movements are sluggish, muddy brown eyes blinking against the dim light of the quaint room.

you don't wait for him to ask any inane questions, you know when you've been caught with your hand in the cookie jar. you run out the door on bare feet, fisting the rough fabric of your dress to lift it above your ankles as you barrel down the stairs.

your shoulders ache from bumping into patrons as you try to quickly weave your way toward the door, your breath coming in ragged, panicked gasps. the saloon is a blur or faces and noise, the jaunty tune coming from the piano as fast paced as the galloping of your heart.

just as you reach the swinging doors, you glance outside through the dusty window panes and see someone right across the street in the patio of the drugstore.

the star on his chest gleaming even in the flickering light of the shop is distinctive. your heart sinks like a stone dropped into a well, the weight of the situation leaden over your puffed shoulders.

but you haven't made it this far while skirting around law and order without a sharp mind. your thoughts swirl in your mind as you run through options. a horse loosely tied to the hitching post out front, sleeping roll behind the saddle. you could take it but risk getting roped off by someone. slipping out the windows would draw too much attention. using the back door near the kitchen would have the owner on your arse.

shit. shit-

then you spot him. sitting alone at a table is a hulking, beast of a man. (his broad shoulders and burly frame makes him resemble more mountain than man tbh.) a small shot glass rests on the scratched surface before him, the only delicate item in his vicinity. the wide-brimmed hat he wears casts a shadow over his face but the glint in his eyes is unmistakable. maybe that's why even the other patrons have given him a wide berth. (the knotted scar that runs from the corner of his cheek pulling his lips into a permanent, twisted sneer makes the hair on the nape of your neck stand on end.)

desperation fuels your next move.

your hand trembles when you place it on the the exposed skin of his forearm that's covered in a fine layer of grime, as does your voice when you speak.

"hey-" you don't get to finish your sentence, feeling the words crumble into ash on your tongue when you realize you're out of time. the drunken idiot from upstairs is storming straight towards you, his nostrils flared, white etched on his knuckles. panic surges through you and so you move.

coming to stand behind the seated stranger, your arms cradle his large head, clammy palms flat on the sweat stained fabric of his union shirt. his body tenses under your touch, muscles cooling like a spring, but you muster all the bravado you can.

"if ya got a problem with me," your voice is steady despite the fear that's settled at the base of your spine, "take it up with my husband."

the drunk comes to an abrupt halt, his anger momentarily replaced by confusion, uncertainty, as he glances between you and the human(?) shield you're clinging to.

the room has fallen silent, all eyes on the unfolding drama. they watch with bated breaths, even the bartender had paused mid-polish, his hand frozen on the glass.

the man wavers, his resolve crumbling like freshly tilled dirt before you. but the final nail in the coffin is when your 'husband' grabs onto your arm and leads you to sit onto his lap, both your legs fitting on top of his one, feeling the tarnished buckle of his leather belt even through the couple of layers of your dress on your arsecheek, his arm cinching tightly around your waist.

his skin feels rough, scarred, yet warm, beneath your hand. (embarrassing that this surprises you.)

you can feel his voice vibrate from his chest and sink into your bones when he aids you in this mess you've created. "ya 'eard m'wife. piss off 'fore i make you."

his mouth twists into an ugly line but concedes defeat, telling your 'husband' to "keep his wh-wife on a tighter leash unless she's keen on ending up on a missing poster alongside the wanted ones."

when you turn in his lap to look outside the window, watching the drunk unsteadily get on his horse and leave, you give the man you're on a muted thanks and move to get up only-

the arm around your waist feels more like an iron band. you're can't get up. you can't leave. your feet don't even touch the wooden floorboards of the saloon. you turn your wide eyes toward him, lips parted in surprise.

he doesn't seem as surprised as you.

"wha'? thought you could jus' up and go 'bout your way?"

you open your mouth wider, to scream maybe, you aren't sure but he cuts you off with a sharp suck of his teeth.

"make trouble and there will be trouble. i'll drag your pretty arse to the sheriffs office by the hair."

the realization of what he is keeps you utterly frozen in place, any fight you'd had bleeding out of you.

a bloody bounty hunter. no wonder everyone had kept their distance.

"i'm gonna be finishin' this bottle and you'll be a good wife and draw me a bath in our hotel room."

(he plucks the dirty money from where you'd kept it and tosses it on the bar top, carrying you straight to where he'd hitched his horse and plops you in front, your back to his barrel of a chest. "youll bathe with me, gotta have you clean for our consummation.")

[thegeniusofplaytimeco]

Chapter 2: not here. not now. not anymore.

Y/N would probably have thought of everything, except what he just heard on his phone, it hits him harder than he would have expected. Then theres this Problem with CatNap and a missing Worker, this will get weird.

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This chapter contains some depressive behaviour… i think.

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Nothing.... at all... I hear absolutely nothing as I simply push my phone back into my coat pocket. A Headache starts, a very bad one, my head throbs as if someone had shot me. I... I can't do this...

"Why?" That's all I say... I just can't say anything else. I just don't understand it... 'Why me? Is this the karma for my actions here in this fucking shithole? Just thinking about it makes my head throb harder. 'Shit'

No matter what, showing emotions in this Hellhole won't get me anywhere, especially not with the Experiments. 'I need to distract myself, which experiment do I still have to visit?'

While I'm thinking about the other experiments, a memory comes up out of nowhere that I had long forgotten.

Me and Rin on the football pitch, well..not exactly, we were sitting on the grass both eating an ice cream. 'Siblings are great'. Shit, what am I thinking, I haven't spoken to him for years. And now that mum's funer-

"Fuck!" I shout it out loud, far too loud for the dark passages that await me here until I arrive at the lab. I can't distract myself, and I won't see the lab for another 700 meters, so there's plenty of time. Enough time for my thoughts to slowly consume my Sanity…

And I have to get out of here slowly, the stuffy air and my flaming head are killing me down here, and I also have to talk to Elliot later. 'Pathetic' Pathetic to ask someone if you can take time off because someone has died.

'Wait a minute, someone? My mum isn't just a someone, is she?' No, I don't need permission from someone like him, who lets little kids and staff down here turn into monsters just because they don't dance to his tune.

But am I that much better? After all, I have the direct position under him and carry out the operations that turn people into these flesh-filled abominations.

My eyes tremble as I can finally see the light. 'The lab' I literally grind my feet against the glass door as I slowly pick up the handle and press on it 'Its cold', I haven't even opened the door and there are already 2 people running towards me.

Before they say anything I check them out, thats what i always do. Stacy and John, both wearing their hair up today. With Stacy being about 5.5 ft and John standing taller than me, at 6.2 ft. They both stop Running to me and just stay here, well not long… Cause Stacy begins to Speak.

"Y/N you have to ma-"

"The Smilling Critters, right?"

"Shit… youre Scary... but yeah, Them. well actually just CatNap but I heard they need a medic down there for the kids and Lukas has already been down there for a day." She talks way too fast, Lukas is not the smartest nor the physically strongest so he's probably lost somewhere. 'Wouldn't be the first time'.

"Wait a minute... How did you know it was about the Smilling-"

"You're both far too worried to have just one employee down there, you do realize we have almost 10,000?" I quickly reply,trying to not waste Time.

"Hey, you don't think that way about us, do you ?, or when we get lost down there?" John starts to mumble, and quite heavily at that, but there's not really much he could have said.

"I don't think you're that incompetent, after all, you're scientists here, and not an electrician who can't tell left from right."

"Man, Lukas is really nice, you really don't have to look down on him like that, you know?" I stopped listening at the beginning when I heard the name Lukas. That guy got lost many Times before already.

"Yes, and Lukas has to be found quickly and brought here, he didn't want to go under there but it was an emergency!"

"Hm?" Well, now they had part of my attention. An emergency ?

"Yes, and also it's his Mother's birthday tomorrow, and he doesn't want to be late."

"His mum? He can be la-" 'Wait, what?' I feel like my brain has just stopped, like I'm seconds away from a panic attack. His mum? He has to go to her birthday?’

"Hello... earth to Y/N?" My brain is completely switched off I can't hear anything apart from my pounding heart,dammit. And on top of that, my fucking head is throbbing more and more. 'Mother'. The only thing working in my head right now is the amygdala, the emotional memory system.

'Birthday' was all I could hear, but I could still see all of my mother's last 60 birthdays before my eyes. As a family on the couch, or in the restaurant, even in the car when we just drove to another Place. 'God damn it' why now? And then the birthdays of the last 5 years.

Where I wasn't present because I was: 'working', I didn't do shit. I spent the days turning the employees who threatened to 'talk' into neglected monsters who could neither talk nor think for themselves. No 'monster' doesn't even begin to describe what I did to them, from drugging them to slowly pulling out some of their nerves so they would be so scared they wouldn't even dare to think about driving this company to ruin.

"Hey Y/N is everything good?"

Goddammit... I wasted my time down here in this hole using my brain while out there the people who brought me here were running out of time but I didn't care.

"! Y/N HEY Y/N!"

No I didn't give a shit, I've been doing the same thing for the last few years and now time ran out for my mom... How much longer do I have until my father dies?

I'm about to fall to the floor,but I just about catch myself. 'What the fuck?'

"Hey?" 'Yeah, what is it? what do you want?'

"Y/N" ‘Yes?’, they’re both staring at me like I'm a little kitten they just found on the street.

“Well sorry that I pushed you”    Yeah yeah very sorry, ‘I know you don’t give a shit about it’.

"I was just thinking about something..." I'm not lying, but I've been doing a lot more than just thinking about it...

"Damn Y/N it looked like you saw a ghost hahaha... You were really petrified for a few seconds, but that's with you with your whole... I'm sure it's normal with your big brain and knowledge" Damn he talks a lot, he likes hering his own voice so much.

"Funny... I'm on the way" I turn around and walk through the clean and all white lab, I don't need to turn around because I know how Stacy and John are probably staring into my Soul.

As I walk through I see a tall man coming through into the lab with a small child. 'A little girl? how? she's not old enough for the experiments' I decide not to get loud now and jeopardize the researcher's job. Besides, the little girl would probably start screaming if she knew that nobody wanted to adopt her, but that people trained and educated by *me* would be taking her organs from her body in a couple of hours. And Stuff that shit into some fucking puppet.

But I just leave the laboratory. ‘I have more important things to do' Saving a man with a family like Lukas or a little orphan without anyone, its not that hard of a decision.

I walk out of the door and a couple of employees come towards me again, 'I just hope they don't talk to me'.

And they don't, but they stare at me far too long for that. Of course every member of staff here knows me, and I'm in the direct position under Elliot Ludwig, but I'm not a god or anything, I'm just the guy who turns people into experiments.

At least I'm not one of the lowly employees who has to take the train to Playcare at Gamestation, because I got a master key personally from Elliot, and as I slowly slide my hands under the soft smock material in my pants pocket to get the key out, I can already see the elevator from a distance. !HIGHER MANAGEMENT ONLY! is written large on the front in dark red letters.

I take the golden-brown key in my hand and slide it under the shield into the lock. Turn it twice to the left and three times to the right. That was the combination, not everyone is allowed in here. The clean metal doors open and I stand in the open doorway.

And the lights around the room start to go on 'at last'. Theodore is supposed to have something, or as the rest of the gang call him CatNap. In my opinion the thing is a far cry from CatNap which now takes care of the children who don't want to sleep, after all it's not really alive anymore as I removed the heart and only left the operating part of the brain in the puppet.

But that was necessary because Theodore had a friendship with the Prototype and almost escaped with it, but I knew about their plan long before that. I knew that the prototype had chosen some kind of outsider among the children. would pick some misfit among the kids and make him obsessed with the 'Freedom', very predictable. and i was even sure exactly when they would pull it off. So I changed the green hands of the grave pack to non-functional ones so that anyone who tried to use them would be electroshocked.

The plan worked and the next thing I found was the badly burned, barely breathing, and bleeding Theodore Grambell on the operating table. He was to become a puppet that would only obey orders from the staff not the prototype. And now the 7-year-old sits in a corpse  that he has no control over whatsoever. Well, that's just the result of his belief in the prototype.

I hear a loud squeak and a ring, a female voice that says: "Playcare"

[emmcfrxst]

LOGAN GIVING HIS PARTNER HIS DOG TAGS AS AN ENGAGEMENT RING SUBSTITUTE 🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣

it happens in the afterglow of your lovemaking, with your head resting on his broad chest and one hand over his heart, fiddling with the hair there. he leans down to kiss the top of your head, warm hand tenderly running up your bare side before the words leave his lips in a rush, quick but fluid like a waterfall.

“marry me.” the tremors of vulnerability in his voice cause you turn your head to look at him with wide eyes, meeting his soft gaze. you stare at him for a few more moments, speechless, before your eyes well up with tears, a warm, genuine smile breaking onto your face.

“yes. yes i’ll marry you.” you whisper, voice trembling, causing a shaky laugh of disbelief to leave your lover’s lips. he cradles your head, thumb rubbing over your cheekbone affectionately before an embarrassed expression takes over his features, his ears turning a soft shade of pink.

“fuck…. i—i don’t have a ring or anythin’… i know it’s not much but—” he cuts himself off by sliding the dogtags off of his neck and passing them over your head, the metal resting between your breasts. the action makes you sob softly, moving to kiss him passionately— you know what his dogtags mean to him; a part of his identity he used to desperately cling onto when he was still searching for the remains of his failing memory. wrapping your fingers around them, you lift them up to your lips, leaving a soft kiss onto the metal before moving to do the same to the back of his hand.

“it’s perfect.” you reassure your lover, the dampness in your eyes matching his as he sniffles and nods, silently letting you know the depth of his gratitude. it is then that you promise yourself to spend the rest of your life guarding the metallic pieces like your most prized possession, just as you promise to love him until the very end of time.

[dipperscavern]

reading the father cregan most has made me feel things ?? my womb is empty ?? and waiting for cregan ??

ALSO KISSES i will always read your tags. they are the favorite parts of my day, in addition to when you post. notifications stay ON.

climbing up the walls with more thoughts of father cregan 🤠 (gods be fucking good, this does sound like a convent. hi sisters!) ���

i digress. as we have well established, cregan is a lovely father. he's patient. he's a leader. and he's got that stark loyalty and determination to protect what he loves. which is you and your little pups. (ur so right. he only refers to them as pups.)

i imagine that when your water breaks, you are squeezing this man's hand to the point of bone breakage. pleading with him not to leave. so when the maesters come in and settle you, they look at cregan, expecting him to leave the room - per tradition. one of them, maybe the youngest, starts speaking. "lord stark-" and cregan shuts that shit DOWN ☝️ "your lady stark does not wish it." and everyone knows to shut up and listen when it comes to lord and lady stark.

he is absolutely the type of lad to pick your kids pups up as they climb all over him. once in a post, you described his back as burly enough to sled on and your kids are determined to test that. HELP CAN we actually picture cregan's velocity sliding down a hill like 😐 while his kids are giggling, sliding on his back. hi! hello!

he tells your kids stories of the north in that rugged god-sent accent as he tucks them in for bed. will probably sneak out with them in the night to go get lemoncakes from the kitchen. he gives them cute little fur cloaks to wear, with the house stark embroidery. THIS IS SO CUTE I AM GOING TO SOB

holds them during his meetings. could literally be planning to go to battle or smth, and one of his kids comes in. he just puts them on his lap before continuing with battle strategy. he was just meant to be a dad. he's so giddy about it. so in love with you, and grateful that you gave him this. you gave him chubby little pups running around the castle, hands up in the air reaching for you both. he just wants more :((( crawling at your feet, in your arms, and more in your belly.

i fear i'm going to crash out if i continue. (will definitely be continuing with more asks later. ✊️)

-🔄❄️

REVERSE ELSA ANON HERE TO GRACE US ALL AGAIN !!! yes pls continue later arF ARF ARR ARF

u read my tags….. stop ily. notifications on too i am truly honored. ANYWAYS… SISTERS SISTERS GATHER ROUND. GATHER ROUND FOR FATHER CREGAN

you are so right btw. because when your water breaks, that’s when it all becomes real to you. yes, you want this babe out, but birth is a scary, painful thing. hearing the stories of men choosing to save the babe instead of the mother (i glance to viserys), or of men being done with their wives after they do their duty has only heightened your worry in having to go through it. cregan would never do that to you, you know this, but the thought is a scary one, and it lingers nonetheless. it doesn’t help that the rational side of your brain isn’t in charge right now. you’re afraid.

so when cregan goes to leave and fetch the maesters, you, not usually one to make demands — find yourself almost yelling one.

you both stand rooted to your spots, looking at the fluid on the floor. he was trying to help you into bed, but apparently your pup had other plans. you’re momentarily paused, cregans arm around your waist, hand enclosed in yours while facing the bed. shock hangs in the air as both you realize what this implies. he moves to remove himself from you.

“I will fetch the—“

“No!”

your tone of voice stops cregan in his tracks. has his brows pinching not in their usual hardness, but concern. he had hardly begun to turn away before you reached for him. he tilts his head to look at you, your own dropped down, gaze fixed on the floor. you look at him, a mix of so many emotions on your face cregan could not begin to name them all. you have a hand over your stomach, the other firmly clasped over his arm.

“Do not go. Please, Cregan. I’m afraid.” he’s never heard you like this before. fearful. you mistake his worry for refusal.

“Please— I ask this of you—“

“You need only ask once.” he reassures.

you sigh, relief flooding your veins at cregan heeding your request. it’s tradition for the husband to remain outside of the birth room, but you’re not sure you can do it without him. cregan only pulls you closer, shouting the name of your sworn sword that has been made to accompany you everywhere since the late terms of your pregnancy. the knights response is instant, opening the door with a hand on the hilt of his sword.

“My Lord.”

“Fetch the maesters, Ser. The babe is coming.”

the knight only hesitates with shock, before bowing with the ghost of a smile on his face and running to do as commanded. the entire castle has been waiting on your pups arrival, you both included.

eventually, the maesters arrive — and in tow with them, an army of midwives and your usual ladies in waiting. cregan stands at the foot of the bed, far enough to be out of the way, but close enough to be at your beck and call. they’re attentive, maesters setting up their various herbs & medicines as your ladies in waiting prepare the room itself, your midwives attuned to your every move.

one of the youngest maesters, new in his craft, looks at cregans unwavering form with hesitation. he swallows, and begins to speak before one of the elder maesters can stop him.

“My Lord, it is tradition—“

“Your Lady Stark does not wish it,” he says, looking at the young maester. “So it shall not be.”

the man only nods, returning to his work with his head low. the other people in the room, who have served under cregan for years, know when lord & lady stark come out to quiet themselves & get to work.

the labor is long, and the birth difficult, but cregan is there every step of the way. eventually, hours upon hours later, your pup enters the world — kicking and screaming.

“A boy, Lord Stark!”

cregans heart skips a beat. a boy. an heir.

before you know it you have three. two boys, and one girl. cregan melts into the father role like he was made for it, and every time you get the gift of watching him interact with your kids, you get more and more convinced it is so.

watching them hang off his back, giggles falling from their lips, stretched in a wide smile as his much larger arms come to support under their legs. the view of it from behind makes you laugh, each & every time. cregans back almost swallows your kids whole, their tiny frames dwarfed in comparison. even so, he handles them with a gentleness most wouldn’t expect from the wolf of the north. alike to how you might handle a butterfly landing on your fingertip, or the delicacy used to handle newborn foals.

cregan verses them in the culture of the north, along with its stories. tales of vampire direwolves, the old gods & weirwood trees, and the stories cregan himself was told as a child. he’s careful to not scare them too much, but sometimes, other people can get carried away. a guard or one of the men on his council letting a frightening tale about the others slip, resulting in them asking to sleep with you and cregan for the night. of course, you oblige every time, generous in your reassurances that the others are no match for Ice — or for their father.

your daughter has him wrapped around her finger. pleas of staying up just a little longer, or riding just down that trail are almost always obliged. he can’t help it, when she looks up at him with those big pleading eyes of hers — the ones that are akin to yours. asking him sweetly if they could please check for any leftover lemon cakes. it’s late, she should be asleep, but cregan can’t help himself. opening the door in a way so it won’t creak, hushing her giggles and buying the cooks silence as they get a late night snack.

and yeah, when one of his pups stumble into the council meeting, he doesn’t turn them away. he picks them up to slot them on his lap, and the stern look on his face is all they need to see to know to be quiet if they want to stay. he could be planning anything — from a hunt, to going to the winter town himself to take care of a group of men intent on causing havoc. it could lead to bloodshed, but your kids don’t seem to hear that part, just content being with their father.

cregan wouldn’t trade this life for anything. he loves his pups, and he’s so in love with you. passing by each other during the day, and cregan always stops you, pulling you to him to slot his lips against yours — no matter how busy he is. he can’t help it, you’re just so lovely, and you’ve given him so much. he thinks of you every time he looks at your pups, and he feels his heart skip a beat in his chest. seeing your pups throw snowballs at each other, and he can’t resist, pulling you close & bending to connect your lips with his. you melt into him every time.