#i went from seeing i work in engineering to the same person saying i come from an engineering background

[free-luigi-mangione]

people who're thinking that the syntax of the alleged feds letter is similar to Luigi's actual letters in prison, do any of y'all know english grammar and how it works?? somebody who says "i come from an engineering background" is not gonna be the same person who says "i work in engineering". firstly because "i work in engineering" makes no sense. it's like a doctor saying "i work in medicine" instead of simply saying "i'm a doctor" or "i come from a medical background".

[inkskinned]

hello. you left a neon pink post-it with pgs 194-359 due 9/12 in the book, by the way. it is now May 23rd and the library's printer is running out of ink. it jammed and tore my passport application. one of the librarians dutifully blacked out all my information (front and back!) before proceeding to use every unmarred inch as scrap paper.

i think maybe our (plural, inclusive) lives are connected. all of them. i have been thinking a lot about borrowing. about how people move through the world in waves, filling in the same spaces. i have probably stood on the same subway platform as you. we held the same book. all of us stand in the same line at the grocery, at the gas station. how many feet have stood washing dishes in my kitchen?

i hope you are doing well. the pen you used was a nice red, maybe a glitter pen? you have loopy, curling handwriting. i sometimes wonder if it is true that you can tell a personality by the shape of our letters. i'm borrowing my brother's car. he's got scrangly engineer handwriting (you know the one). it's a yellow-orange ford mustang boss. when i got out of the building, some kids were posing with it for a selfie. i felt a little bird grow in me and had to pause and pretend to be busy with my phone to give them more time for their laughing.

i have a habit of asking people what's the last good book you read? the librarian's handwriting on the back of my smeared-and-chewed passport application says the glass house in small undercase. i usually go for fantasy/sci fi, but she was glowing when she suggested it. i found your post-it on page 26, so i really hope you didn't have to read up to 359 in that particular book. i hope you're like me and just have a weird "random piece of trash" "bookmark" that somehow makes it through like, 58 books.

i wish the concept of soul mates was bigger. i wish it was about how my soul and your soul are reading the same work. how i actually put down that book at the same time you did - page 26 was like, all exposition. i wish we were soul mates with every person on the same train. how magical to exist and borrow the same space together. i like the idea that somewhere, someone is using the shirts i donated. i like the idea that every time i see a nice view and say oh gosh look at the view, you (plural, inclusive) said that too.

the kids hollered when i beeped the car. oh dude you set off the alarm, oh shit is she - dude that's her car!! one was extremely polite. "i like your car, Miss. i'm sorry we touched it." i said i wasn't busy, finish up the pictures. i folded your post-it into a paper crane while i waited. i thought about how my brother's a kind person but his handwriting looks angry. i thought about how for an entire year i drove someone to work every day - and i didn't even think to ask for gas money. my handwriting is straight capital letters.

i thought about how i can make a paper crane because i was taught by someone who was taught by someone else.

the kids asked me to rev the engine and you know i did. the way they reacted? you would have thought i brought the sun from the sky and poured it into a waterglass. i went home smiling about it. i later gave your post it-turned-bird to a tiny child on the bus. she put it in her mouth immediately.

how easy, standing in your shadow, casting my own. how our hands pass over each other in the same minor folds. i wonder how many of the same books you and i have read. i wonder how many people have the same favorite six songs or have been in the same restaurant or have attended the same movie premier. the other day i mentioned the Book Mill from a small town in western massachusetts - a lot of people knew of it. i wonder if i've ever passed you - and didn't even notice it.

i hope whatever i leave behind makes you happy. i hope my hands only leave gentle prints. i hope you and i get the same feeling when the sun comes out. soulmates across all of it.

[mainstreamangel]

STYLE

P. Bueckers x Fem!Reader

Summary: You had constant flings with Paige. When you two split up for college you never talked to her again. You visit a friend's basketball game and this gives Paige a second chance to walk back into your life.

Genre: Fluff/Angst

Warnings: 2025 UCONN team is still together and everyone is kinda the same age but younger?? Idk. + Nika, Reader attends Auburn University and majors in aerospace engineering, inaccurate aerospace engineering terms/related things.

WC: 3.0k

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4

Little did Paige know you knew a lot about basketball, she was the one who taught you everything you know. But to her, this girl was just another not-know it all friend whose interests settle elsewhere.

The team couldn't stop talking about you, of course they had just met you but your personality drew them in and they loved it.

All the things Nika had said about you, gave you a good reputation in their eyes.

"No way? She likes that?" KK smiled.

Nika nodded passing the ball to Kaitlyn.

"She must be really cool, sorry I missed her." Paige said practicing her throwing motion.

"You'll see her don't worry. She's coming to the game and I'll definitely drag her to meet you." Nika said.

"Where'd you even meet her? Like you only recently started talking about her, did you know her for a while?" Paige asked.

"Kind of? I mean we don't go too far back maybe a few months. Met her at a bar after our win against Auburn." Nika said.

She had started playing the husky version of horse with Kaitlyn.

"S." Kaitlyn said shaking her head.

"Nice try." Nika smirked, taking the ball from Kaitlyn.

You had checked out a bit of the campus but decided to see what was around, off campus wise. It wasn't home but you found a niche little French cafe and decided to get the Americanised version of their idea of "authentic French hot chocolate".

The weather was nice here in Connecticut. A slight breeze wafted through as you sat under an umbrella. The air was light, but not cold. You held your phone with one hand and scooped some whipped cream into your chocolate mixture.

You had your airpods in and Starboy by The Weeknd, travelled through your ears. You subtly moved your body a bit, feeling the music.

"What does she look like?" Paige asked.

"What's with all the questions?" Nika asked gathering her things.

She was going to meet you at that cafe to catch up after practice.

"Just curious since everyone seems to be talking about her." Paige shrugged, undoing her bun and letting her hair fly free.

"You could join us for hot chocolate, I'm sure she won't mind."

Paige thought about it.

"I told KK I'd help her with her work, sorry."

"That's too bad." Nika said, giving her final goodbyes.

"I'll catch you next time though, can't wait to meet this mystery girl of yours." Paige wiggled her brows.

"I don't like her like that P." Nika shakes her head.

"Yeah, yeah whatever."

"Hey sorry, practice went longer than I thought." Nika said, sitting down.

"No worries, just already finished my hot chocolate." You smiled.

"Man either you're a fast drinker or I took longer than I thought." Nika says, waving over a server.

"Just a hot chocolate please. Oh and a croissant." The server nodded, walking away.

"So how's Auburn?" Nika asked.

"It's fine. I guess. I dunno, it's just not all that exciting like being a basketball player I guess." You said.

"Working towards being an aerospace engineer is pretty exciting."

"Don't have to sugarcoat it."

"I'm not, you get to build like aircrafts and shit."

"I guess."

"My friends kept asking about you during practice." Nika smiled. "I guess you're pretty mysterious."

"I am NOT mysterious and you know that."

"Maybe you think so but one of my teammates in particular, you didn't meet her but when she came back after you left, she wouldn't stop talking about you."

"Oh, that's too bad. Maybe I'll meet her at the game."

"You definitely will, and I invited her to come and join us but she said she had to help a friend."

"Awe, that's alright. There's still time. Is she pretty at least?" You joked.

"I mean.. maybe? I'm not like attracted to her or anything, just a good friend. But i guess from a fan perspective, they seem to think she's pretty attractive."

"Must be popular among the ladies then." You laughed.

"I'm sure you would think she's attractive given your... type." Nika smirked.

"Now, what is that supposed to mean?"

"You know what it means."

You always had a thing for blondes, bonus points if it was a blonde with a slutty braid.

"Yeah Nika's friend is so cool, she likes a bunch of things I like." KK rambled.

"Damn, what is it with this team? I haven't even met her and you guys are setting the bar high for when I do meet her." Paige said, handing KK a piece of scratch paper.

"You'll see how cool she is, trust."

"Holding you to that."

"I need a break from this. It's frying my brain."

"It's been like 20 minutes."

"Yeah, 20 minutes too much. I'm going live."

"Why? You have no reason to."

"Why wouldn't I?"

Paige shook her head and smiled.

KK set her phone up and started the live, people instantly started flooding in and greeting the pair.

"We should totally go make a stop at Crumbl you guys are right." KK looks at Paige.

"I am not driving."

"Please?" KK begged.

"Fine, but after, we're locking in."

KK got up excitedly and waited for Paige to slip her shoes on.

You had finally arrived back at your hotel room and sighed, throwing your lanyard onto the table. You loved Nika, but you only had so energy. You took off your shoes and headed to the bathroom.

You looked into the large mirror before washing your face and taking care of your nightly routine. It was peaceful and quiet. So you decided to interrupt it by playing your music. You sang along softly, looking in the mirror at times just having your own little private show.

Your phone dinged and you put down your hair brush.

KK Arnold is live!

Funny, you never followed her so you're not sure why you got the notification. You go to delete the notification but for some reason, your phone registers it as a click so it makes you join the live.

"Shit." You go to leave but notice Paige in the frame.

"So this one is the chocolate cupcake cookie." Paige shows the camera the cookie.

Your breath hitches. You totally forgot she went to UCONN. You hadn't heard from her in a couple years and you thought you were done but it looks like you'll be talking to her again soon.

For KK's sake, you join the crowd drop a comment.

YOURUSER<3: that 1s good imo idk hope u like it tho

KK looked at the comments and paused.

"No shot, is it really Nika's friend?" KK asked.

Paige looked at the comments and saw your comment. Your username looked familiar but just assumed it was someone who had the same user as you.

Paige took a bite out of the cookie. It was sweet but it was good.

"It's fine, not anything special but I like it." She handed the cookie to KK who gave her opinion on it.

You left the live and decided to watch a little bit of The White Lotus. The hotel bed was comfortable but it wasn't as comfortable as your own bed.

"I don't think she's here anymore." Paige said.

"Probably not, but lets go home its getting late and we practice tomorrow."

Paige nodded and started to drive back to their place.

The next morning you woke up and decided to go and get something to eat for breakfast. There wasn't much that piqued your interest but you decided to head back to that cafe and got a breakfast bagel. It wasn't your first pick, but the area was too unfamiliar and you were starving.

Your phone pinged and you picked it up while you waited for someone to come serve you.

we have practice today wanna come watch

uh sure but if it gets boring ill prob js leave 4 a bit

ok see u in 30

same place

yah

"My friend is gonna come watch us practice."

"Sick, I can ask them if they joined our live yesterday." KK said.

"You went live?" Nika raised a brow.

"Yeah, made a stop at Crumbl."

"Fatty." Nika muttered jokingly.

Paige hit her shoulder lightly and tied her hair back into a slick bun.

"Can't wait to meet this mystery girl."

"She's nice."

"So I've heard."

The team went onto the court and started to stretch.

You walked in about a fourth of a way into their practice. Your hair was tied neatly into a ponytail with a little side braid, braided into the ponytail.

Nika noticed you and passed the ball to Ice so she could greet you.

"Hey, sorry I didn't come sooner. Was having breakfast."

"You're good."

Nika opens her arms and walks forward to hug you.

"Woah, wait how sweaty are you?" You ask, pushing her away slightly.

"Not that sweaty."

"Oh, alright." You say returning her hug.

Instantly you can feel the sensation of sticky skin on yours and you jerk away.

"You lied."

"Perchance."

You roll your eyes and look around, scanning the players. Then, your eyes land on some familiar ones.

"Oh." You muttered.

"What?" Nika asked looking where your gaze is.

Paige walks over and stops in front of you.

"Paige."

Fade into view.

Paige greets you with a tight look. Nika could feel the tension as you stared each other down. She looked between the two of you.

"You guys know each other?"

"Yeah, we were friends back in Minnesota. Practically grew up together."

"Wouldn't go that far." You sneered.

"Okay..." Nika said, carefully.

"What're you even doing here?" Paige asked.

"I'm visiting my good friend Nika."

Paige turned to Nika.

"This is who everyone was talking about? Her?"

Everyone had taken a break and watched what was unfolding.

"Yeah, not like I'm happy to see you either after you never called or texted that night."

"I wanted to forget about you."

"Clearly." You barked.

"Let's just relax guys.." Nika tried.

"You know if I did something wrong that night, you should've said something instead of running like a coward."

"You didn't do anything." Paige sighs.

"Then what? Just embarrassed you knew me?"

"No, just. Look, I cut contact because I was was scared if I admitted my feelings, we wouldn't be able to make it work."

"What do you mean?"

Paige hesitated. She hadn't had to face her feelings in years, she always thought if she left she wouldn't have to be confronted.

I guess it always comes back around to bite you in the ass.

Coach called everyone over and Paige exhaled in relief.

"Sorry gotta run." Nika gave you a sad smile.

"Yeah, talk to you later." You looked down.

Paige turned to leave with Nika.

"Wait, you're just going to leave me hanging?" You asked.

"Sorry, coach calls, I gotta answer." Paige says.

"Typical, always running from your problems." You scoffed.

Paige's jaw clenched. She bit her tongue and walked away. You shook your head and furrowed your brows.

It's been a while since I have even heard from you.

You were frustrated but decided to stay for Nika. A little old flame was not going to stop you from supporting your friends and her team.

"She shouldn't even be allowed to stay." Paige grumbles out of your earshot.

"Why? Just cause she's from Auburn doesn't give her any less of a right as my friend to stay. Plus she doesn't know anything about basketball it's fine." Nika dismissed.

"She knows a lot about basketball. I should know because I taught her everything I know."

"Yeah, uh what's up with you two anyways? You seriously looked like you wanted to kill each other." KK asks.

"We uh, hooked up a few times senior year, but we were friends for a bit since elementary."

"Oh so it's like that." Azzi mutters.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing just I don't think that girl deserved what you did to her, if I'm reading the situation correct."

Paige knew Azzi was right. She tried to forget you. She really did but it just came right back around.

"You should talk to her, she'll forgive you." Nika said, making it into the net.

"I will, after practice."

You stared at your phone, specifically at Paige's contact. You had blocked her after you realised that she wasn't going to talk to you anymore after that night. Occasionally you looked up at the girls practicing but kept most of your focus on your phone.

You hesitated but ultimately decided if she ever wanted to tell you what she was going to, she could reach you this way.

You pressed the unblock button and shut your phone off before quietly grabbing your things and heading out of the gym.

After practice Paige looked to where you sat but found nothing there.

"Hey did you guys see her leave?" Paige asked.

"Nope." Azzi shook her head before

"I saw her leave just a few minutes ago." Geno said, walking away.

"Fuck." Paige muttered, heading her way to the showers.

"I can text her. Try and get her back here." Nika said, pulling out her phone.

"It's fine, I'll text her on my own time."

"You still have her number? Even after you did what you did? Damn, you're desperate." Nika smirked.

"Whatever." Paige said.

You were sitting on the bed, chewing gum. You continued your marathon with The White Lotus until your phone buzzed.

we need 2 talk im ready to tell u what i was trying to tell u earlier

You took a minute debating on what to say and ultimately, you don't. You turn your phone off and try and focus on your show. Every so often you would look down at your phone like you were the one who left Paige on delivered.

Another notification came in.

hey girl, P texted me saying u werent answering her texts everything ok? lmk ily /p

You sighed and opened your messages.

yea just dont know what to say to her

she tried finding u after practice but u left before she could talk to u

sorry

dont apologise to me, i have nothing 2 do w it but maybe u should text her back :)

alr fine js cz u asked ly2

You closed Nika's chat and opened Paige's. You were about to text her but then a knock sounded at your door. You toss your phone down and get up before opening the door.

You open your mouth slightly before stumbling back.

"Hey, Nika said I could find you here."

"What do you want Paige?"

"You weren't answering my texts."

"Just didn't know what to say."

Paige pushes her way into your hotel room before turning to look at you. You close the door, hearing it click shut. You waited a bit before any of you talked.

I should just tell you to leave 'cause I know exactly where it leads.

"Listen, that night that you left I didn't say anything because if I did I would have to face the truth that I wouldn't be able to move on from you. From my feelings. I know that I hurt you and you don't have to talk to me or forgive me or anything, but I have to get this off my chest because if I don't it's just going to come back."

You gave her a look of surprise and didn't expect her to so easily unload her emotions.

"I liked you back then, when we were you know, hooking up. I liked you when you would making chores fun or made your mother's lectures funny. I liked you when you came to support my games and I liked you when you introduced yourself back in elementary. I liked you then and honestly when we stopped talking, I felt alone. I felt like I made the wrong call, which I did, and I just couldn't accept that maybe I could have another shot with you. I liked you then and I like you now. I couldn't stop thinking about you these past couple years, like it was some unfinished business that I had to take care of before I could be happy. There was always this nagging feeling in the back of my head telling me to tell you how I felt even if it meant ruining what we had."

You were speechless. You always liked Paige back then but you always thought that you were just never good enough to be with her.

"I got scared and I didn't want to face the look you would give me if I ever was truthful. But when you showed up today, I needed the closure. I wondered if I could just avoid it and just get the game over so when you went back to Auburn, I could forget about you. But how am I supposed to close the door when I still need the closure? So this is me trying to get that closure. This is me being brave and fuck is it hard. It's so hard for me to accept that even after these couple years I still am in love with you and I don't know how because well, I haven't even talked to you. Haven't seen you or heard about you from anyone, I just don't know."

"Paige I-"

"No I just have to finish this. Please. I need to let you know that I am in love with you and it doesn't matter if you are in love with me I just, I need to let go. I need to be free, free of my past and free of you. Not that you're holding me back, well kind of, but I just I need to let this burden go. My feelings I mean, not you. You could never be a burden." Paige rambled, breathing heavily.

"You're a fucking idiot. You couldn't have told me that about i dunno a billion years ago?"

"We weren't even alive that many years ago."

"It was a figure of speech you know that dumbass."

"Actually it was exaggeration."

"I fucking hate you." You say as you take a couple strides and plant your lips firmly on hers.

 But I watch us go 'round and 'round each time.

@niya500 / @lol-12n / @atditsitzjt

[v-eee]

── we ride (jungkook x you)

new neighbor offer you a ride.

You always knew Jeon Jungkook was popular. In the office, he was like a walking magnet—wherever he went, people followed. You, on the other hand, preferred peace. No noisy gossip, no lunch table drama.

Jeon Jungkook. The legendary staff member of the marketing department.

Handsome? Check. Smart? Check. Smile that could make people faint? Double check.

Every female staff member practically worshiped him. They’d follow him around, giggle at everything he said, and somehow always find an excuse to be near him.

You? Nope. Not happening.

You hated crowds. And wherever Jungkook was, a crowd was sure to follow.

So, for your own peace, you avoided him.

If he entered the break room, you left. If he walked down the hallway, you turned the other way. If he called for a meeting, you sat in the farthest seat possible.

. . .

At first, Jungkook didn’t notice. He was too busy with work—and with handling the unofficial fan club around him. But after a while, something became clear: there was one employee who never tried to talk to him.

One person never looked his way. No accidental coffee spills. No giggles. No “Hi Jungkook~” Nothing.

In fact, she always avoided him.

At first, he thought it was a coincidence. But then he tested it.

Break room? She left the second he entered. Elevator? She saw him coming and took the stairs. Meeting? She sat as far away as possible, practically merging with the wall.

…Was she allergic to him?

This was new.

. . .

You were already late. Your Mini Cooper had the audacity to die just as you were backing out of the driveway. You tried everything—turning the key harder, whispering sweet threats—but the car just wheezed and gave up.

“Come onnn...” you muttered, kicking the tire.

“Need a lift?”

You froze.

That voice. That familiar voice. No way.

You turned slowly—and there he was. Jeon Jungkook.

Black leather jacket. Helmet under his arm. And the biggest, shiniest motorbike you'd ever seen.

You blinked. “You live here?”

Jungkook chuckled. You hadn’t asked who he was—so clearly, you knew. You just never talked to him at the office. “Just moved in. Two doors down. Small world, huh?”

You gave him a small smile before turning back to your phone to book a taxi.

Jungkook raised an eyebrow, watching how hard you were trying to avoid him.

“I can give you a ride. Come on, we work at the same place.”

You looked at his face… then stared at the bike like it had fangs. You hated motorcycles—ever since that accident you had as a kid with your dad. “Absolutely not. That thing looks like it eats people for breakfast.”

“It’s just a Harley, not a T-Rex,” he grinned. “You’ll be fine. Promise.”

You were about to refuse when your phone buzzed.

Meeting in 30. Don’t be late! —Mr. Park

You groaned.

“Fine,” you said through gritted teeth. “But seriously—drive carefully. I have a meeting with Mr. Park in 30 minutes. If I die—”

“I’ll carry your ghost to the meeting,” he said with a grin. “Let’s go.”

Two minutes on the bike…

“Too fast! You said slow!!!” you yelled, clinging to his waist like your life depended on it.

“We’re literally going 30!” he laughed over the engine.

“I can still feel wind on my soul!”

He laughed so hard the bike wobbled a little.

. . .

You made him drop you off two blocks away from the office.

You got off the bike, legs shaking, hair completely wild. You looked like Bambi on ice.

“You good? Why here? Our office is just over there,” he asked, handing you your bag.

You glared. “Do you want me to die? I’ll get unalived if the other girls see me riding your bike.”

Jungkook chuckled. Now he understood why you always avoided him.

“Aw, don’t say that... I bet they can’t catch you. You’re a pro at avoiding people,” he teased, smirking.

Your ears burned. He knew you’d been avoiding him all these years.

You quickly said thank you and walked away without responding to him.

“Awww...but I’m glad we’re bonding now!” Jungkook called out teasingly.

You kept walking.

But your cheeks were warm… and your heart was doing something weird.

[criminallyvenomous]

Anytime, Always - Spencer Reid X Reader

• Plot - When Dr. Reid came to speak at your University, you were thrilled. A big-time F.B.I. agent at your own school, how could you resist? Soon, that wasn’t the only thing you couldn’t resist. Random meet ups and nights together were fun at first, but when he started guest lecturing on a regular? That was a whole new experience.

•Ship - Spencer Reid X Reader

• Fandom - Criminal Minds

• Warnings - Age gap (legal consenting adults), Fluff, Eventual smut, Pining, and of course a warning you might fall for Spence even harder post reading)

• Word Count - 1,504

~

“You wouldn’t even believe how swamped I am with schoolwork right now. I can’t imagine taking three hours out of my day to go see a seminar, I’m sorry.” You told your friend, Emma as you packed your backpack with your supplies, due to the ending of your shared class.

“You invited me!” She replied, laughing at how messy your weeks have gotten with midterms coming closer.

“I know, I know.” You ran your hand through your hair as you shook your head. “I just, ugh. I don’t know.”

“Oh, come on. It’ll cheer you up! It’s an F.B.I. agent on campus, talking about serial killers and weird kinky stuff. Aren’t you obsessed with that genre on T.V.? Besides, his photo’s up in the hall, and the guy is a total smoke-show.” She persuaded.

“Okay, fine. You convinced me. Let’s just grab a quick lunch before we head over.”

You had begun to realize she was right, this was going to cheer you up. When it was announced that Dr. Reid from the F.B.I.’s very own Behavioral Analysis Unit was coming to speak at your university, you ordered tickets the same day. His photo was striking, but so was his biography. A multi-PhD owner with one of the coolest jobs in the country, how could you have possibly said no?

The venue began to fill and to say Spencer was anxious was an understatement. Sure, he had done a few talks at colleges before, but only ever with the team. Whenever he even tried to do his own part of a presentation, whether with Rossi or Emily, his jokes always fell flat and the room cold.

He decided to take a quick peek at the crowd, not sure if it would calm or heighten his nerves. It was about what he expected, young adults and a few older. There were a lot of students on their phones or talking to each other, a few with notebooks and pens or pencils to take notes. There were even the additional couple with laptops or iPads. He preferred to work on paper, but as the times have evolved, so have his thoughts on tech. Notes were notes.

He headed backstage and made brief small talk with the Dean before she went on to introduce him.

“Ooh, It’s starting!” Emma whispered into your ear, earning a “Shh” from you.

“Students, I am very pleased to be the one introducing Dr. Reid today. I first met him when he was a budding star of the Bureau, now he’s rather well known in several fields for his vast knowledge. A graduate of CalTech with an eidetic memory, Dr. Reid holds PhDs in Mathematics, Chemistry, and Engineering. He also has bachelor’s in Psychology, Sociology, and Philosophy. It’s no wonder he was scouted into the F.B.I. and joined the Behavioral Analysis Unit at just twenty-two years of age. His work with the team has helped bring countless criminals to justice and well, I’ll let him take it from here. Dr. Spencer Reid everyone!” She announced, your Dean was an older woman with connections to just about anyone. It was only last year a Youtube star and NBA player spoke at your university.

“Wow, thank you for your kind words, Dean Taylor.” Spencer said as he headed onto the stage, mic’d up.

You were already excited, but seeing his face in person was a whole new level of attractive than his photo. He began to do his speech, but you were distracted by every little thing about him. His height first of all, almost unnaturally tall and slender, but fit nonetheless. He wore a lighter blue button down with a darker blue tie, a black cardigan draped over. It was a tad oversized, hanging over his slacks. You followed his hands as he used the pointer to showcase details of each slide behind him. His hands were appropriately sized to his lankier frame, but his long fingers caught your attention, almost being impossible to look away from.

“This is when the case got interesting, we had determined that despite the team’s initial inclinations, there was most certainly a satanic note in these killings. Does anyone have a theory or comment on the case so far?” He asked the room, you looked around before making your eyes to the board, trying to catch up.

“You said Salem? That’s creepy.” Some guy towards the back of the audience called out, not having raised a hand.

“Creepy is right. There’s definitely a connection to the witch trials, can anyone tell me what?” You could tell he didn’t have a lot of experience leading these seminars or lectures, but he could still keep an audience’s attention. You decided to raise your hand.

“Yes, red shirt in the fourth row?” He asked you.

“You said the victims were drowned, could this have been a test of innocence?” You guessed.

“Precisely.” He smiled. You couldn’t help but smile back.

The rest of the talk went without a hitch, and Spencer had decided to stay and take questions from the students. The Bureau told him to try and earn some interest in the F.B.I. from students with promise. He headed to grab a water and a snack before he began the Q&A section.

“That was great, Dr. Reid. David was right in suggesting you. It’s been a pleasure having you on campus.” Dean Taylor said, putting her hand onto his shoulder, reassuringly.

“Thank you so much, Dean. It was a pleasure being here. To be honest, I missed the college environment. It’s part of why I kept coming back.” He half-joked.

“We’re looking for some returning guest lecturers, if you’re interested and the commute’s not too much.”

“That’d be great, actually. I’ll talk with my team lead. Just send me any information you have or need.” He couldn’t help but be amused at the thought of teaching, even if only temporarily and as a guest. He liked sharing his knowledge to well, anyone that would listen.

“I’ll let you get back out there. Let me know if you need anything at all.” She stated and he nodded in response.

There were fewer students who stayed back than he expected, which was honestly a relief to him. Among the few, was you. He had internally added you to the list of people to talk to about an interest in the F.B.I., but was shocked at just how beautiful you were now that he could get a proper look.

“Dr. Reid, can you tell us more about your involvement with child abductions? How many end in a non-horrifying manner?” Some girl ahead of you asked.

You waited your turn, purposefully putting yourself at the end of the line to ensure extra time with the doctor.

“Red shirt, fourth row.” He recalled, you laughed.

“Y/N. It’s an honor to meet you.” You extended a hand and he hesitated before shaking it.

“You too.” He pushed a stray hair behind his ear and gestured you to take a seat across from him. He was sitting on the edge of the stage, with his legs folded like a kid. It was endearing. “So, what question did you have for me, Y/N?” God, you were glad he knew your name.

“Um, I’m sorry, I totally forgot.” You were embarrassed, “To be honest, I’m completely starstruck right now. You’re a legend in your fields and not to mention astonishingly attractive. It’s too much, how are you even real?” You rambled, chuckling awkwardly.

“Same way you are, I guess.” He meant it as a joke on humanity, but it came off as a flirt. “I mean, like we all are just specks of dust on a floating rock, right?” This time he awkwardly laughed. You think you even see his cheeks redden.

“Absolutely.” You smiled.

“So, are you interested in joining the Bureau?”

“The thought has crossed my mind.”

“Well then, you should take my card.” He pulls out a business card from his back pocket and hands it to you. “You can reach me at that number or the email with any questions you might have.”

“What if I don’t have any questions? Can I still reach out to you?” You tried your best to flirt, when would you ever get a chance like this again?

“Hmm, what year are you? You’re undergrad right?” He was reminded of your age difference and just wanted to make sure you were at least semi-appropriate, considering the possible power dynamics that could be in place.

“Yeah, I’m a fourth year. Twenty-two this year. What are you, thirty?” You laughed lightly, he smiled.

“Thirty-four.” He corrected.

“So…” You trailed off. “About that number,”

“You can contact me anytime, Y/N.”

“Here, I’ll give you ‘my card’.” You joked, pulling a page from your notepad and scribbling down your information before handing it to him.

He looked down at it and smiled.

‘Y/N L/N xxx-xxx-xxxx anytime’

part two story masterlist

[cheriladycl01]

Fast Cars on the Island - Oscar Piastri x LoveIslandContestant! Reader Part 1

Plot: Your an engineer for Mclaren and you were asked as a PR stunt to go onto Love Island. You would keep your job of course but Mclaren wanted some more media traction.

A/N: I know they would never do this, and that's why its fiction!

You'd basically been an intern during your placement year at McLaren as an engineering university student. They then kept you on as an employee to work with them while you completed your final year of university.

That was in 2023, it was now 2025 and you were 23 years old and had worked for McLaren for the last few years.

In recent years PR for the teams was all getting the same. They made the funny and treading tiktoks, they did the 0.5 pics, and they made the memes which never got old. But all the teams were looking for something new... something refreshing. So when the team came forward with the idea for someone to go on Love Island, Zac Brown hated the idea.

He thought it was ridiculous.

It was ridiculous.

But after some thought of how Lando and Oscar, the stellar boys of his team... young and energetic brought like likeability and youth too McLaren that everyone loved. He then realized that this would give someone in McLaren a larger platform to open up too and show the ins and outs of McLaren and it would gain way more viewers from a different group of people.

So once the car for 2025 had been created he went through a long list of all the potential candidates he'd ask to apply. Maybe he could even see if he could sway ITV in anyway.

Obviously he looked at the social media girls and then any of the mechanics that they could let loose for the potential of 10 weeks. But the one that struck him the most was you. Y/N Y/L/N.

You were the perfect candidate, you were an engineer and travelled with McLaren from race to race working on the car's performance and helping the strategists when it came to optimizing car performance with driver ability.

So that's why you were currently sat in the ITV studio doing your little interview for your introduction.

You were a little gutted they told you they wanted you in on this project as you had a massive crush on driver number 81 Oscar Piastri and you knew both him and Lando would be watching you.

The Love Island Intro:

"My love life is non-apparent I think I've had a closer relationship with my car than a man!" you joked halfway through the interview when they'd asked you about your love-life.

"My name is Y/N Y/L/N, I'm 23 years old from London! I work for a Formula 1 Team, McLaren Racing as an Engineer" you smile looking at the camera shuffling on your seat a little bit adjusting you dress.

"The lights a really bright in this studio I think my makeup's running!" you say as a makeup technician comes out fixing your under eye a little.

"I think my last relationship was my first year of University and it lasted for about a year" you answer with a thoughtful look up.

"I think he got fed up with me! At that point i was very career focused and I still am." you answer the prompted 'and why was that' question asked to you.

"I'm not fussy when it comes to looks, but I tend to go for sporty guys that are taller than me and treat me well! My dad always told me, find yourself a man that will treat you how they treat their Vintage Pontaic and I've lived by that ever since!" you admit with a little laugh.

"Where I work in such a fast paced and big industry I'm very much a socialite and people person so i can imagine I'll make friends quickly in the villa" you answer again the question they asked you.

Walking into the Villa:

You step into the Villa, you of course were wearing a Papaya Bikini with a matching coverup in the form of a cardigan but sheer.

You walk through thanking the driver before walking into the villa looking around in awe.

Maybe it wasn't the worst thing spending your entire summer here. The only thing was you were gutted you wouldn't be updated on how your team was doing at any point! This year the villa was in Greece, it had been completely reformed with the pool being more like the one from season 1 where it had the beach sort of style to it.

You round the corner seeing two gorgeous girls sipping on champagne.

"Oh, look its another girl!!! OMG HEY!!!!" the first girl shouts beckoning you over.

"Hey!" you exclaim walking over as quickly as you could in the heels you were wearing.

The first girl pulls you into a hug kissing either one of your cheeks while gripping both your arms, she was pretty tall as well around 5'11, whereas you were around 5'7 in the heels you were sporting.

The next girl hands you a drink before kissing your cheek.

"So girl! What's your name, how old are you?" the first girl asks.

"Y/N! And I'm 23! What's your names?" you ask politely before taking a sip of your champagne.

"I'm Millie, and this is Auriela!" she smiles pointing to the other girl.

Seconds later another female enters the Villa with a shrilly sort of shriek, looking around at the place.

"Omggggggg! Heyy girls whats going on!" she says in a strong Scottish Accent.

Your then introduced to Zavi before you all get chatting about what you like in boys.

Oscar and Lando's Reaction:

"Damn, who knew she looked like that under team gear!" Lando compliments shamelessly checking her out as they slow-mowed her walk out on screen before showing her intro video.

"Yeah, she's pretty" Oscar says quietly while respectfully looking her over.

Oscar had a crush on you from when he was a reserve driver for Alpine and he saw you on work experience in McLaren from the end of the 2022 season and before he joined all the way through till the September of 2023. You then were in the MTC a lot between Uni, so he saw you a lot during the winter break before you were off for your finals.

You rejoined McLaren in May of 2024 for the Monaco GP where you cam with revolutionary upgrades for Zac Brown to oversee.

And you'd been with them ever since, always in Oscar's mind as the pretty engineer who not only made his cars race fast but made his heart race just as fast too.

He watched as she said she liked sporty guys, maybe he had a chance if she didn't fall in love while in there.

"That other girls pretty fit! Mille is that her name?" Lando comments but it goes straight over Oscar's head where he's so honed in on you.

Meeting the Boys:

The presenter had you all stood in the pool, and she explained how she was about to bring the boys out one by one.

"Okay first boy. Please come out and introduce yourself!"

"Hey ladies, all looking beautiful today, my name is Jai I'm 25 and I'm a training Surgeon!" he smiles holding both hands together as he looks at all of you.

"Okay ladies, step forward if you like the look of Jai!" she says and both Millie and Zavi step forward. You don't step forward as you can imagine he's pretty busy as a doctor and your schedules would clash too much.

"Oh woah, you've got too girls that have stepped forward for you Jai, what are your first thought, we feeling good?" she asks and he nods.

"Yeah, I mean they are both gorgeous ladies!"

"Okay lets find out more. Zavi, why did you step forward?" the presenter asks and she smiles.

"We're both doctors, so i think we'd make a pretty good match, we'd have lots to talk about. Yeah and your very handsome!" she says shyly and the presenter nods.

"Awesome and Y/N you didn't step forward, just keeping you options open?" she asks and you shake your head.

"You of course are very attractive and seem like a really funny and kind guy, but I travel a lot for work and I think with you being a doctor our schedules would result in a major clash unfortunately!" you explain, with a guilty look.

He nods in understanding before he goes and stands next to Zavi in her white bathing suit.

"Our first couple, Jai and Zavi!" she says and you all clap as Jai walks next to her placing a quick kiss on her cheek.

"Okay, our second boy everyone say hello to Chris!" she introduces and another man comes walking through the double glass doors.

"Hey, I'm Chris I'm 22 and I'm a Celebrity Hairdresser" he smiles waving shyly before tucking his arms behind his back.

"Okay girls you know what to do!"

This time only Auriela steps forward. You stay in your position along with Millie.

"Okay, so Auriela has stepped forward for you Chris! Aurelia why did you step forward!" she asks and Auriela laughs.

"Holy hell have you seen him? Hi I'm Aurelia" she smiles playfully at him, he looks down a small blush on his cheeks.

"Millie, you didn't step forward this time. Any reason?" she asks.

"Little disheartened after Jai, but I'm sure my times coming. Just not with Chris, sorry my ex is a hairdresser!" she laughs off her reasoning before he ends up choosing Aurelia.

"Our second couple Chris and Aurelia!"

"Okay, Boy 3 please make yourself known!" she exclaims and another very handsome man comes strolling out. He immediately sends a wink your guys' way and pulls the presenter in to kiss her cheek in a friendly manner.

"Hi, my names Daniel, I'm 25 and I'm a footballer" he smiles crossing his arms over his broad chest.

"Okay, ladies please step forward if you like the look of Daniel" the presenter smiles. You, Millie and Aurelia all step forward.

"Sorry" Aureila says turning round to look at Chris.

"Woah, that's the most we've had step forward! And this is in fact that first time we've had Y/N step forward" the presenter says and he looks between you and Millie trying to determine who it was.

"The one in Orange!" she exclaims and he looks at you, small smirk on his face.

"Hello beautiful" he compliments and you smile at him.

Eventually after she asks Millie who pleads her case heavily, he goes with her. You step back a little sadly and he looks over to you in apology but you just nod with a smile understanding his choice.

"Okay our next couple Millie and Daniel!" she says and you all clap happily.

"Okay boy number 4 please step out and make yourself known" the presenter asks again.

"Hiya, all looking really beautiful ladies. I'm Aaron I'm 26 and I'm a freelance photographer" he introduces before making a little side joke.

You, and Zavi step forward.

"So you've got Y/N who only stepped forward for one other boy stepping forward for you in Orange and isn't currently coupled up. Then you've got Zavi's who currently with Jai" she explains and he nods.

"But of course you can choose any girl even if she's not coupled up! Y/N why did you step forward?" she asks looking at you.

"You are very handsome obviously, has that sky book guy vibe about him. But I think your photography career would go wild if you came travelling with me for my job!" you smile looking at him.

She asks Zavi why she changed her mind from Jai giving a generic answer about keeping her options open before she questions Millie and why she didn't step forward.

"Aaron, please go stand next to the girl you'd like to couple up with" the presenter says and he walks standing next to you. He places a kiss on your cheek.

"You look stunning by the way" he smiles looking down at you making you blush and elbow him to shut up. So you could see what the presenter was about to say.

"Now, all of you are happily coupled up, we have Y/N and Aaron, we have Millie and Daniel, Aureila and Chris and Zavi and Jai. However, please say hello to our final male contestant Charlie" she says and a blonde guy walks out full of confidence.

"£10 that he's out by week 2" you whisper to Aaron making him snicker a little before covering it up with a cough.

"Hi ladies, I'm Charlie I'm 28 and I'm a Physician" he smiles.

"Okay, so obviously all these ladies are currently coupled up, however you are able to choose any of them and break the couple they are currently in!" the presenter exclaims.

"Oooooof the whole lot!" he says flicking his hand looking over all of you.

"I'm going to make it easier for you and ask if the girls like the look of you for them to step forward. Please do so ladies on the count of three" she says and counts to 3.

When no-one steps forward he awkwardly shuffles.

"Come on ladies lets not be shy" he laughs, until the presenter deems no-one to step forward.

"Okay, I'll go with her in the Orange Bikini" he says pointing at you. You look away from Aaron in shock.

"Okay, Aaron please come stand here with me and Charlie please go stand next to Y/N" she says and you keep your eyes on Aaron as he walks away. He gives a nod to you and you nod back.

An understanding.

"Okay, these are our current couples, no more couplings will happen today!" she exclaims before she explains that you have time to explore the villa and get to know each other.

Oscar and Lando Reaction:

"Okay, no I understand that, good for her" Lando says shoving some plain popcorn into his mouth as he watched Y/N not step forward for Jai.

"I bet Y/N would step forward for me" Lando says as she rejects the second guy to come out Chris.

"Do you recon she'd step out for me?" Oscar asks looking over to his friend.

"Yeah mate. Your a catch. I even heard her say to Emma, the girl in marketing once that her fav accent is aussie!" Lando admits eyes glued to the screen as she steps forward for Daniel.

"She does!" Oscar exclaims looking at Lando making his pause the TV.

"Yeah, mate. Now lets watch coz this may be the future Mr Y/N in the paddock!" Lando says gesturing to the TV.

"Nah, that's foul. How you out there rejecting my girl Y/N Y/LN!" Lando screams at the TV in horror that Daniel had just gone with Millie.

They watch as the next guy walks out and Lando and Oscar raise eyebrows. It was a brown haired, brown eyed guy that did the beluga smile as he came out.

"She's so stepping forward for him!" Lando says pointing at Aaron.

"I'm already putting my money on them as winners" he comments again. And she does in fact step forward. He of course chooses her, no seconds thoughts needed. They watch as he compliments her and kisses her cheek.

"Dude, she defo had school girl crushes on us!" Lando admits seeing the similar attributes and mannerisms the mail had to the McLaren driver duo.

They wait until they see Charlie walking in.

“Nah man, he keeps eyeing her up! He’s gonna take her away from Aaron!” Lando explains, but Oscar is just unhappy that she’s coupled up with anyone in general.

He should have admitted to her ages ago that he was madly in love with her.

They then watched on as the girls all parted ways walking into the bedroom and makeup area where all their clothes were in the wardrobes with their names on!

The boys all sat around the campfire talking to each other. Not fully getting to know each other wanting to save that for dinner later on.

But Oscar didn’t know how much longer he could watch this if you were going to be flirting with people the whole time.

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[dyns33]

Favorite fruit

I had my Tangarine phase in my corner, and now I'm sharing one of the little things I wrote about this fool and his nice twin. I have so maye Taylor Aaron Johnson things waiting, it's almost indecent.

"She's here, mate."

"Shut up."

"Breathe. Don't make a fool of yourself. Just order a coffee, cool. It's not like you're proposing to her. You wouldn't have the balls anyway."

"Lemon, shut up."

Tangerine didn't try to contradict his brother about being nervous, or that he wasn't at all interested in their pretty waitress, Y/N, whom they went to as soon as they got home from a mission for a well-deserved drink.

It was like a ritual, a sign that they were done with their work. The comfort of a nice hot coffee and the smile of the most beautiful woman in the world.

Okay, Tangerine didn't say the last part out loud, to keep his twin from getting any stupid ideas, but it clearly didn't help.

For some, it might have been weird to celebrate an achievement with just a coffee. But alcohol—beer, whiskey, champagne—was for when the mission had been really tough and they needed to come back down. And, like good Englishmen, it was tea if it went badly. The rest of the time, coffee. With Y/N ​​as a bonus.

"Hi, boys !" said the waitress as she approached their table. "You're okay ? Same as usual ?"

"I don't know. Tang, same as usual ? Or are you finally going to decide to…"

"Thanks luv." replied Tangerine, crushing his brother's foot under the table. "We're fine, and yes, two espressos."

"I'll bring them right away !"

He continued to smile at her until she disappeared behind the counter, turning back to Lemon, staring at him intensely. For his part, his brother wore his eternally impassive and tired expression.

Someone once said that insanity was doing the same thing over and over again, expecting a different result. Even though he loved that supposedly peaceful post-mission moment, the twins had been having the same conversation over and over again for months.

"You have to tell her."

"You… Really, man… I don't know how to tell you anymore. Stop it."

"You love her, bro. You're completely crazy about this girl. I like her too. She's a Thomas. I can only agree that you love a Thomas, you'll be very happy with her."

"You have to listen to me. Stop with Thomas the Tank Engine or I'll seriously put a bullet in your head. And stop with Y/N. She's nice, yeah. But that's not love, okay ? You're imagining things."

"Yeah, yeah. You jump up and down with excitement as soon as you know we're coming here, you're a polite sweetheart with her, and this is the only cafe you haven't stolen anything from yet. We also need to talk about your habit of stealing things, by the way, but that's a problem for later."

Maybe Lemon wasn't imagining things.

Relationships with others, of all kinds, had always been a complicated subject for Tangerine. Aside from his brother, he'd never really been close to anyone. Something to do with his personality, no doubt, trust issues.

Their line of work didn't help either. He had absolutely no time for meeting people, going on dates, all that romantic stuff. Not to mention the fact that it was very dangerous.

He sometimes imagined his life if he were lucky enough to be with Y/N. The coffee ritual would just be what happened before he came home, where she would welcome him tenderly, taking him in her arms and making him forget everything else.

But these dreams often turned into nightmares, in which she ended up a widow, or worse, he would cry over her lifeless body, his hands covered in her blood.

Someone else had said something like if you love them, let them go. If Tangerine loved Y/N, he should be content with seeing her when he ordered his coffee after a mission. At least she was safe.

"You're depressing me," Lemon sighed, shaking his head. "There are lots of contractors with families, partners, and children. No one knows our names or addresses. I don't like leaving you alone in your empty little apartment."

"It's not empty, it's tidy and unadorned."

"Empty, and sad. Just one date at least. Ask for her number."

The other thing that scared Tangerine, even though he refused to admit it even less because he wasn't afraid of anything, was the very strong possibility of rejection. He was handsome, he knew it. He was capable of being charming and funny, not too stupid despite what his twin might say, and he had seduced many women.

But this wasn't just any woman. This was Y/N, who smelled good, who looked at him like he was someone, who remembered his real name and everything he had said to her during his last visit. He felt special when he was around her. Lucky.

He wouldn't be so surprised if she didn't want him after all. She could do better, and it was even more true if you counted his activities.

Because if she agreed to a date, if they ended up together, he'd have to tell her at some point that he was a hitman. He was good at lying, but to his wife, that wasn't a good idea. A very bad basis for a relationship.

She'd want to know where he was, with whom, why he was gone so often. If she accepted the situation, she'd be worried all the time. Tangerine didn't want his sweet Y/N to be worried all the time.

But it was more likely that she didn't like his job very much, that she was scared or disgusted by what he was. He really didn't want Y/N to hate him.

"And here are two espressos for my favorite 'twins'." she crooned, setting the cups in front of them. "Nothing else, sure ?"

"My brother wants something. Which one of us is… Ah ! Stop stepping on my foot !"

"When you stop talking nonsense ! Sorry, luv, it's perfect, as always."

"Really ? Okay. I'm just here if you need anything."

"Coward." Citron muttered.

"Fucker."

They still managed to enjoy their coffees, with another topic of conversation, for at least ten minutes, before Lemon found a way to bring up Thomas and the next mission.

To avoid getting an ulcer, Tangerine finished his cup as quickly as possible so he could get up, pay, and go home where he would collapse in his empty sad bed.

Still with her beautiful smile, Y/N gave him their payment receipt and wished him a good day. A receipt he then gave to his brother, who insisted on recording all their expenses.

"Dude."

"Lemon, I promise you with everything I hold dear, if you ever talk about trains, missions, or my so-called feelings again, I'll…"

"She wrote her number on the ticket. Look. With your name. With your fucking name ! You're her favorite. Damn, I'm the nicer one of the two of us."

He could have argued that he didn't agree, even though most of the people they encountered also claimed that his twin was the nicer one. However, it didn't matter at that moment, as he picked up the ticket to admire the list of numbers Y/N had written down for him. All the problems were still there. His job, the secrets, the danger.

He was forced to order his brother to shut up again when he pulled out his phone to save the number. A date. It couldn't hurt, a little date. And then they'd see.

"I can't wait to plan your wedding, man. I have tons of ideas for your bachelor party, I'm going to be the best man ever."

"I'm out of here. I'll call you about the next job. Maybe, if I don't decide to kill you first."

"Your kids will be beautiful ! Sleep tight, brother !"

For once in a very long time, Tangerine dreamed of Y/N without it ending in a nightmare. He sent her a message the very next day.

[flemingsfreckles]

House Party

Jessie Fleming x Reader

Synopsis: your classmate Teagan drags you to a party to meet one of her teammates. You have no interest in the party or meeting this girl, until you meet her accidentally.

Warnings: mentions of sex, mentions of drinking

WC: 1.8k

A/N: this is just a little fluff piece for UCLA!Jessie☺️

“Oh come on Jessie! Just let wingwoman you here!” Teagan shouted at her teammate and roommate.

“No, Teagan because the last time you tried to wingwoman me, you went home with her instead.” Jessie turns to look back at Teagan.

“Okay, that’s not my fault she was just looking for a fuck and you’re too much of a prude to do one night stands.”

“I have had one night stands, I just wasn’t feeling it with her.”

“Jessie making out with a girl and then going home alone doesn’t get to count as a one night stand.”

“Shut up.” Jessie sits down on the beanbag in the middle of the living room the two shared, picking up the pillow laying on the floor and chucking it at her teammates head

Teagan dodges the pillow and collapses onto the beanbag next to Jessie. “I’m serious, I think she’d be a good fit for you, not just as a hookup either, she’s not like that.”

“Then why haven’t you brought her up before?”

“I don’t know, I just haven’t, you’re always so busy between soccer and schoolwork, but now that’s it’s off-season, I thought maybe now’s a good time.”

“I don’t know Teagan.” Jessie looks at her teammate.

Teagan, not wanting to give up on her plan, continues to push. “Just come and meet her, she’s smart like you too. I’m not saying you have to get married and have babies with the girl, I’m asking you to talk to her.”

“Maybe, I’m not saying yes, now leave me be I have assignments that must be finished.” She stands up from the beanbag and heads to the kitchen table to pull out school work.

“Nerd.” Teagan says before following Jessie to the table, knowing she had her own work to complete.

“The last girl you tried to set me up with was crazy Teagan, so for the third time, no!” You pushed out the door, walking out onto the sidewalk to head back to your apartment. You and Teagan had had just spent three straight hours in class. Half of that time Teagan was busy sending you notes about convincing you to come to a party hosted by one of her other teammates.

When class had ended she started talking about wanting you to meet a different teammate. A teammate she wanted to hook you up with.

“I promise she’s normal. She’s on my team, she’s an engineering student, she plays for the Canadian National team and like has since she was like 15, she cares about school, she’s your type, brown hair, brown eyes, she’s cute.”

“Okay what’s the catch?” You eye up your friend.

“What do you mean?”

“If she’s really that perfect, why hasn’t someone else snatched her up? Why haven’t you taken her out?” It was a fair question to ask. Teagan was making her out to be an ideal woman.

Teagan scratches the back of her neck. Her silence has you worried.

“What? Is she like, weird? Is she insufferable in some way?” You needed to know what the catch was with this girl before you agreed to try and talk to her.

“No, she’s just shy. She doesn’t really know how to put herself out there, and quite frankly she’s oblivious to the people who have tried to snatch her up. Plus I’m just having fun, no commitments remember? Jessie isn’t a hookup girl.”

“Whatever. I just think you’re hiding something about her.”

“I’m not! I promise, just come meet her and you’ll see!”

“Fine!”

“Good now I just have to convince her to come. It might be harder, she’s not a party person.”

You slump down on the couch with the same beer you had been nursing for an hour in your hand. You weren’t a big drinker but holding something made you feel less uncomfortable. You looked around the house, the rooms covered body to body with people, Teagan had said it would be a small party. Clearly she was wrong.

You’re sitting, zoned out thinking about your plans for tomorrow when you feel a cool, wet rush down your thighs.

You jump up from the couch to see who you assumed was an over-served sorority girl standing in front of you with her now half empty cup, her eyes wide open.

“Oh my gosh I am so sorry!”

At least she apologized, most people here don’t, too self absorbed to care or too inebriated to know they spilled.

“Here let’s go get you cleaned up, I’ll go get you a towel or something. I am really so sorry!” She holds her hand out. “You probably think I’m some wasted sorority girl don’t you?”

“I mean to be honest that was my first thought, yes.” You’re honest with the girl, you’re not sure why but she seemed genuinely sorry and despite your initial anger you weren’t too upset.

“I’m not, I don’t even really drink, I just got handed this. I wasn’t going to drink it, I don’t even know what’s in it. I hate these kinds of things.” She gestures to the mass of people around you. You finally take a glance at the girl's face instead of the wet patch on your pants. She’s cute, not much shorter than you are, she’s got brown eyes, and matching brown hair. She’s got a hat on, a face covered in freckles and pink rosy cheeks.

“Me either, I’ve had this beer in my hand for an hour or so and have barely made it halfway through it.” You hold up the bottle for the girl to see.

You follow the girl as she begins to take you through the house, weaving through the crowd of people, your hand gripping hers hard as to not get pulled apart. She pulls you up the stairs and around a long hallway, thankfully this level of the house was a lot quieter, only a few people scattered.

She opens a door leading into a bathroom. You’re happy to see it looks surprisingly clean. You step inside and the girl follows you. “Sit.” She taps the countertop next to the sink and you watch as she starts searching through the cabinets. You can’t help but notice how she seemed to know where she was going, knowing this bathroom would have towels.

“Do you live here?”

“Oh, no I don’t, one of my teammates does though.”

“Oh.” It doesn't register to you that Teagan had also mentioned that her teammate was hosting.

“Yeah.” She finds a towel and turns the faucet on next to you. You watch as she runs the towel under the water and then brings it toward your thigh where the red liquid she had spilled was. She lightly rubs the towel on the liquid, cleaning it up a little.

She works in silence, focusing on her movements. Once she had removed what she could of her drink, she placed the towel down on the counter.

“I’m really sorry.” She points at what was likely stained into your pants.

“Oh it’s alright, they’re not my favorite pants, I wore them thinking they’d get gross here.”

“They look good on you. I mean, the pants they’re nice, they look good, like nice pants ,” she stutters a bit before saying in nearly a whisper. “They’re nice pants.”

“Thanks.” You’re not sure if the girl meant to compliment you or not with the way she seemed to get flustered.

“So, if you hate parties, why are you here?”

“My teammates pretty much made me, this one girl, she’s always trying to get me to go out to parties with her and she wanted me to meet some girl I guess, I don’t know. What about you?”

“Invited by a friend, I was supposed to meet up with her when I got here but I haven't been able to find her, so I gave up and sat down.”

Theres a hard knock on the door. “Hurry up, bathrooms are for pissing not fucking.” You recognize the voice, the accent coming through.

“Teagan?” You say as you reach for the door, when you open it you see Teagan, a blonde girl wrapped up against her side.

“Oh, hi!” Teagan says to you before looking at the girl next to you, her jaw drops open and a laugh comes out. “Jessie? Well, I definitely didn’t expect to see you two doing a bathroom hookup.”

“What? We weren’t hooking up, I was sick of trying to find you so I sat down and she spilled on me. She was helping clean my pants up.” You point at the stain on your jeans. That’s when you look again at the girl standing beside you. Brown hair, brown eyes, obviously an athlete since she mentioned teammates, it clicks in your brain. This is the shy girl Teagan was trying to get you to meet. “You’re Jessie?”

“Yeah?” The girl looks confused, you introduce yourself. Jessie still looks confused, so Teagan steps in.

“She’s in my class, I told you about her.” You watch as Jessie’s eyes widen as she puts together the details.

“Oh!” Jessie turns to look at you. “You’re the girl I’m supposed to be meeting I guess then.”

“Alright, cute, now get out I have some business to take care of.” She glances at you then to the girl clinging to her side, the blonde placing kisses along Teagan’s neck.

“Hey I thought you said it wasn’t for fucking.” You say as you and Jessie swap places with Teagan and her girl.

“That’s because hen I thought it was a gross frat boy in there.” She gives a smirk before closing the door, locking it behind her.

You turn to Jessie. “Seems like she’s busy.”

The girl giggles, covering her mouth with her hand. She then looks at you, pointing toward the staircase. “Would you want to leave? Go somewhere else? Grab pizza or something?”

You nod your head quickly at her, “I’d rather be anywhere else than here.”

“Perfect, sounds like a date. I mean, a plan, sounds like a plan.” Jessie trips over her own words, not that you minded, you couldn’t help but notice how, while shy, the girl was adorable, and incredibly hot, a detail Teagan had left out.

“A date works for me.” You hope you’re not being too forward, but at least she was the one who mentioned a date first.

“Oh.” You watch as Jessie’s cheeks blush a deeper red. “Okay, yeah a date.”

“You’re cute, Jessie.” You gently bump your shoulder against hers. “Teagan was right.”

“Oh don’t ever tell her that, we’ll never hear the end of it.” Jessie says, grabbing your hand once again to pull you down the stairs and out of the house party and down the street to a small pizza shop.

That pizza shop became a tradition on every anniversary the two of you shared after that night. And down the road Teagan made it a point to emphasize how you two have her to thank for your relationship during her speech at your wedding.

[rainwaterapothecary]

Luis Serra built a radiotherapy machine in a cave in Spain and I think I can prove it. (Long post warning!)

So I’m minding my own business, sanding a door, when all of a sudden the re4 lore video I have playing hits me with:

“The only way to survive infection is to rid the creature via radiation therapy.”

Snake Meal then went on to say that Leon “used Luis’ equipment to destroy the Plaga within Ashley and himself.”

…So wait a minute, did Luis build a radiation therapy machine in the middle of noplace with Saddler breathing down his neck?

Well shit, he did.

Let’s talk about that.

Quick Preface:

-My knowledge before researching came solely from Plainly Difficult’s YouTube breakdowns of when these machines go wrong, so I’m kind of reverse-engineering ft. Google. I am so far from being an expert it’s laughable.

-I’m narrowing down my search to 2004 and before, preferably 2002 or so. The game takes place in 2004 and Luis was kidnapped by the cult before then, so I’m gonna say he hasn’t had a chance to pick up a scientific journal in a while.

-There’s some info I’ve cut from this post because it read more like a scientific paper but if y'all want any of the dry stuff I can post the full paper on Google Docs or something.

Now, let the research breakdown commence!

Going into this I knew of radiation machines, but they were always the ones that rotated around the subject, like this one:

Turns out, there’s at least one type of radiotherapy machine that fits roughly what Luis had built and it was first built in 1991.

It’s called a Cyberknife, and this is what it looks like:

Consider me intrigued.

“CyberKnife is a small compact linear accelerator mounted on a robotic arm that moves around the person to give radiation from many different directions. Computers track a person’s position and movement. If a person moves slightly, the robotic system can adjust by repositioning before the beam of radiation is delivered.“ (cancer.ca)

TL;DR- The arm moves around the patient from different directions while a computer tells it where to shoot.

Luis really said ‘anything you can do I can do x3, under budget, and without internet’. His machine even sounds like the Cyberknife, it’s great.

The ability of both machines (Luis’ and C.K.) to ‘track’ the tumor/Plaga is interesting since it follows something called ‘Image-Guided Radiation Therapy (IGRT)’ which didn’t come into popular use until 2004.

Remember why 2004 was important but discounted from my research?

Because Luis was already on the damn island by then.

Luis either took this concept he’d seen in passing and built it, or he came up with the idea completely on his own, conceptualized it, and then built a working model in the middle of nowhere, Spain with a cult breathing down his neck.

In the same year scientists on the outside (where they can collaborate and consult other people in their fields) were able to build and release such a thing.

This, however, is one of the first places Luis’ machine differs from ‘official’ radiotherapy machines -

His imaging.

Here’s his screen:

Most radiotherapy machines these days use MRI or CT scans for imaging (and Cyberknife uses X-rays).

But that’s not what his screen looks like. MRI/CT scans are too clean.

You know what his screen looks like to me though?

It looks like an ultrasound. His screen has the little gray motion lines that waver as the machine searches around for the Plaga inside of Ashley.

^See? The gray lines move around and the Plaga moves around.

This is fascinating to me since CT/MRI/X-Rays all take ‘slices’ or ‘snapshots’ of the body. You have to hold really still when they are taken.

You know what doesn’t hold still when getting imaging done?

Babies. And babies are seen using ultrasounds.

I think he utilized some form of ultrasound technology beneath/inside the chair itself to ping upward and get images of the Plaga as it moves.

Then the algorithms begin to track the Plaga once the ultrasound has brought it into view, the beams ‘lock on’, and fire radiation into the Plaga (and the poor fuckers between the radiation and the Plaga).

In some other post we can unpack the fact that apparently Luis has enough mathematical and programing know-how to build tracking algorithmns from the ground up. Mechanics? Check. Maths? Check. Programming? Jesus Christ my dude, Mensa is about to pull you over for speeding.

…And yes, I know ultrasounds are touchy and shouldn’t work with that much air between it and whatever it’s imaging, but I’m giving it the ‘sci-fi rule’: it looks like it works, so it works. This will not be the only time I invoke this rule.

Now his robotic arms.

The Cyberknife has just the one, but it has similar flexibility:

Thus it would make sense for two of the arms on Luis’ machine to be for imaging like the Cyberknife:

But as we see from his display, they’re not.

All three of them are for firing radiation. When the circles all overlap, the system will fire. Luis wasn’t taking any chances with this shit. He’s hitting it fast and hitting it hard. (This will come into play later.)

Next up is his chair. Granted, the chair looks a lot more utilitarian (and sci-fi catchall) from other angles, but the very first time we see his chair it looks like this:

Following the concept that his lab is filled with things that are just a little to the left of what he needs, I would say that this looks like a surgical ‘beach chair’:

They’re meant to hold a person still while operating on an arm or shoulder. His chair looks like it has space for arm and head restraints, and the bottom of the leg rest flips up to hold the feet in place.

Et voila:

I think I’m onto something.

I also think he has a LINAC machine hidden somewhere in his lab. (We are now entering the 'way above my paygrade’ segment.)

A  “LINear ACcelerator uses microwave technology to accelerate electrons then allows these electrons to collide with a heavy metal target to produce high-energy x-rays.” (radiologyinfo.org)

TL;DR - it makes radiation go brrrr so it can be shot into things

How he got one or where it’s stored are completely beyond me, since if he had gotten one by just asking for it, he would have had to answer a lot of questions that the cult (that WORSHIPS the things he’s destroying) wouldn’t be very happy with the answer to… but he wouldn’t have to hide it.

However, I don’t see one when looking around his chair.

I DO, however, see a bunch of machines that could easily be hiding one.

(Sci-fi logic says ‘what if he built one!!!!’ and imma be real with you chief, I don’t think he has the space to build a nuclear accelerator from the ground up. Hiding one though, that I’ll believe.)

It would have had to be a relatively big object since the microchip-sized LINACs weren’t conceptualized until 2015 and were only built successfully in 2023:

^Very cool. Very small. Very not possible in 2004. :'(

However, here is the rough size of different radiotherapy machines available on the market from 1956:

1972:

And on the Cyberknife cir. 2019, just because that’s the model I’ve been referencing:

So while there are some LINAC machines that are ~3 km long, the ones used on radiotherapy machines aren’t super big. They're not microchip-size, but anything the size of a washing machine would suffice to mask this thing.

I think he could safely be hiding it somewhere physically nearby to where the robot arms come from before dividing its blast into three high-energy beams.

Which leads me to my final big difference between Luis’ machine and any market-available models:

The possibility of pain. (Told you it would be important later.)

My research says that radiation therapy shouldn’t hurt, even if sometimes local anesthesia is applied to the site before starting the treatment. (Location of treatment, type of cancer, etc.)(Sources are linked below!)

However, when radiology machines malfunction (which is rare!!! I only know of three (3) instances where a machine fucked up out of the decades we’ve been using this technology) they leave behind radiation burns and stabbing pains.

Which, ow.

But Ashley was in instant, screaming agony. Granted, I’m not sure if that was from radiation or from the Plaga embedded into her nervous system, but his machine applied three streams of radiation where traditional devices use one. Her treatment time was around 21 seconds total while traditional treatments take at least a few minutes per dose.

Personally I’m inclined to believe that it was the Plaga causing her pain, due to her scream not changing at any point (thus illustrating the source of her pain not changing from radiation to Plaga.) Even if it was a quick jolt of burning from the machine, switching over to the pain of a parasite hijacking her every nerve ending at once, there would have been some change (in my experience with chronic pain, at least).

But it can’t be ruled out. Ashley was in agony and a traditional machine would not have that effect on a patient.

At least if you’re paralyzed with pain you don’t have to worry about being held in place so the machine can do its job? Silver lining?

Sci-fi logic, my friends. Sci-fi logic.

In closing, Luis Sera MacGyver Navarro created a radiation device that not only functioned as he needed it to, but it could work repeatedly without a massive cooldown time in between uses or internal errors when operated by two amateurs who had no idea what they were doing.

And he made it out of the mechanical equivalent of paperclips, bubblegum, and the particle accelerator he’s hiding in a closet.

Sources:

Radiotherapy explanations/descriptions/history - [Siemens][MSK Cancer Center][Wikipedia][MD Anderson][Virginia Radiation][Canadian Cancer Society][National Cancer Institute][Standford Healthcare]

Surgical 'beach chair' - [hillrom.com][davidscottco.com][arthrex.com][Anesthesia Patient Safety Foundation]

Linac info/images/articles - [Space.Com][RadiologyInfo.Org][Wikipedia][Google]

RE4R Youtube Videos - ["The LORE of ALL Resident Evil 4 Enemies" uploaded by Snake Meal][Plaga removal cutscene uploaded by CrispyBenoit]

Cyberknife Youtube Videos - ["How Cyberknife Works" uploaded by Mt. Miriam Cancer Hospital]["CyberKnife® Robotic Radiosurgery System Demonstration" uploaded by ThedaCare]

Ultrasound, MRI, CT images/info - [sciencedirect.com][Mt. Auburn OB/GYN][Desert Imaging]

[loveandmurders]

If you’re taking requests, could you do a soulmate au with Bo and Vincent meeting their s/o for the first time? Thanks and have a good one!

Hello sweetie, thank you so much for this very cute request!

I wasn't too sure you wanted Bo and Vincent to share their s/o but it's what I did! I wrote two parts for this, but if people enjoy this AU, I might keep going.

Hope you'll enjoy <3

FINALLY FOUND YOU (Part I) - Bo Sinclair x female reader x Vincent Sinclair

Warnings: a little bit of angst, mentions of murders and malevolent intentions, mentions of sexual desires, mentions of Bo's chair, a few strong words

Vincent was at the kitchen table, sipping on his coffee as he was watching his wrist with a lot of attention. The little black spiral with two dots reminded him that he was supposed to have a soulmate, somewhere in this world, sharing this same mark with him. It reminded him that he most likely would never find them because of his way of life, and it was breaking his heart a little more than he would like to admit it. He even became a workaholic because it prevented him from thinking and being hurt by the thought that the choices he made to follow his mother’s work was actually destroying any happy future with his soulmate.

He looked up from his wrist when he saw Bo coming in, always a little bit ashamed to be caught staring at his mark. He should be stronger and better than dreaming of his soulmate. Because love really didn’t matter.

“Whatcha doin’?” Bo asked and Vincent shrugged. “Watchin’ the soulmate mark again?” he arched an eyebrow at his twin “Com’on Vinny, ‘m gonna believe ya’re a romantic.” Bo teased his brother who rolled his eye at him and left the room to get back into his basement. Vincent couldn’t stand talking about it, and Bo was only hiding his own hurt under teasing and jokes.

Bo sighed and rolled his sleeve to be able to have a look at his own mark. It was a circle with two dots on top of it. He sighed. Like his twin, he had no hope to ever find his soulmate, and sometimes, late at night, it was like a hole inside his chest, a missing piece that he would neve be able to find.

Sometimes he wondered if his brothers and himself didn’t make a mistake.

You were thinking the same thing as you were currently lost in the middle of nowhere with an unhappy car. Because of the Louisiana heat, your car engine was forcing you to have breaks from time to time or it was worryingly fuming a thick white smoke. You were currently out of your car, cursing yourself for not having borrowed a better one, but it would have been more expensive too. And you were cursing the universe for being where you were - a dusty road - with no connection. You couldn’t even call your parents to ask them to help you read a stupid old map that you had laid down on the hood. At the gas station you went by, they sold maps but you didn’t realise they were ten years old. You were supposed to go to Mexico for a little holiday by yourself. But instead you were there, not even certain anyone would come by to help you.

After a little while, you sat back inside the car. You leaned against the seat before looking down at your shoulder where your soulmate mark was. It was a spiral inside a circle with three dots around it. You often wondered where the person was. Your parents met so early in their youth, so you were getting a little bit desperate and impatient. 

You also were very curious because of all the things you heard about soulmates, and especially about your own mark. Your grandmother used to say, when she was still alive, that your mark was a special and complex one. You had three dots which meant you might have two soulmates. You did notice that it was rare to see more than two dots, and you often wondered if she was right about it.

But what was the point of having two soulmates if none of them were currently in your life? 

You sighed. This day would have been so much easier if you knew even just one of them. You could have called them at the gas station and they would have decided that it was too stupid of you to leave like that, and they would have found you and left for holidays with you. No actually, you would have left for holidays with them right away. And you wouldn’t be in this mess.

You could be so impulsive sometimes. You really needed someone to keep an eye on you. And if the universe thought you needed two people for this job, it might be right! But where were they then?

You shook your head, it wasn’t the right time to think about it right now. There was no one to help you and you needed to find the right path. You noticed that your car stopped fuming and you thought it might be a good moment to resume driving. You decided that it was like when you were lost in a forest, you needed to keep going straight in front of you to find a way out. It was what you did and it kind of worked because you arrived at the sign indicating the House of Wax Museum of Ambrose. You didn’t remember seeing anything about this city on the map but you thought it might be a good place to stop by. You hoped that someone could help you with the directions or your car or, even better, with both. 

Those past few weeks you had felt like you were running out of luck. You couldn’t even count the number of glasses and plates you clumsily let fall on the ground and broke. You couldn’t count either the number of times you accidentally hit the corner of a table, entered into a wall or a door. Your mother had told you it might be good news but you didn’t see why. Then she explained that there was this old wife tale about running out of luck before meeting your soulmate. Apparently the more bad luck happening to you before finally finding your soulmate, the more intense your bond would be with them. 

You couldn’t stop yourself from thinking that the universe had a twisted sense of humour if that was true.

You kept following the road, trying to see where you needed to turn to go into Ambrose. You were about to find the right intersection when your car decided it wasn’t going to go any further. At the instant, it stopped, you started to scream and you hit your wheel, hurting your hand in the process. You wanted to break something so you grabbed the map and destroyed it. You finally calmed down and leaned into your seat, closing your eyes. You looked down at the pieces of sheet absolutely everywhere and facepalmed. Alright, you needed to take a big breath and to walk to Ambrose. It was going to be alright.

You stepped out of the car, took the keys, just in case, and started to walk. The heat was getting quite unbearable and you couldn’t wait to ask someone for some water and to lie down under some shade. You weren’t feeling too well, a little bit nauseous too. You had no idea how much longer you would be able to keep going. 

You finally reached the town… and you collapsed. You had walked for quite a long time under the sun and your body just couldn’t take any more of it.

Bo was leaving the church so he saw you falling. He thought that it was his lucky day. 

It had been a couple of days no one came by, and you clearly didn’t look like someone who could resist them. Bo thought you were going to be such an easy job that he could even just hand you over to Vincent for him to put burning hot wax on you. It was a plan he would be happy to follow… Except if you were pretty enough to end on his special chair. 

He walked to you and realised you were already starting to get back to reality. Your head was hurting quite a lot though and you instinctively brought a hand to it. He looked at your face and body with a lot of attention like a predator gauging its prey. Damn, he had to admit you were going to be such a snack. Actually, he didn’t remember having desired someone that much before. To the point, he wasn’t even certain he wanted to share anything with Vincent. He would be very glad to keep you all to himself in his garage. His heart twitched a little bit at the thought of him hurting you though… But he was a dangerous man, it was in his nature. He couldn’t help it, right? 

You tried to ask for help as you were half aware of the shadow of a man looming over you, not realising that the man was eager to give you anything but help. You were too weak to understand, and your mouth too dry to beg. Bo was about to grab your arm when he saw your soulmate mark.

He wasn’t an expert but it looked familiar and new at the same time. He cursed under his breath and instead of pulling you down the road like a sack of potatoes, he gently lifted you up and carried you bridal style to his house. You fainted again as if your body calmed down in Bo’s presence. He wanted to ask Vincent what he thought about the mark.

As a family and conservative man, he grew up with the strong belief that two things couldn’t be messed with: God and soulmate marks. So he really didn’t want to do something stupid if you happened to be his soulmate… Or Vinny’s… Or both. Bo couldn’t really explain why he felt that way, but he recognised his circle and Vincent’s spiral on you. He thought he might be wrong though. If the man realised you weren’t their soulmate, boy, he would give you such an awful death for having given them false hopes like that.

Bo opened the house door with his back and put you down on the couch. He had a closer look at your soulmate mark. The three dots were putting him off a little because he only had two, like Vincent. The circle really seemed to be his, though. He thought that Vincent, with his artistic eye, would be better at telling if your soulmate mark was identical to theirs. Bo screamed Vincent’s name for his twin to come over. Bo wondered about something though; if you were both the men’s soulmate, how would they be able to share you? He shook his head, he was probably imagining things and you were just a random lost tourist who was soon going to be killed.

Vincent arrived soon after, a little bit surprised his brother was already back home and asking for him. He was even more surprised when he saw the most gorgeous darling on the couch. He sent a quizzical glance to Bo who gestured toward your shoulder. Vincent had a closer look and paused. He looked back at Bo.

“Ok, ‘s stupid, but… Looks like our soulmate marks” Bo explained before looking away. It was a sensitive subject when he couldn’t annoy his twin about it. Vincent looked back and his fingers gently traced your mark. It felt like electricity was running down his hand. It was a very obsessing and addicting feeling. He definitely wanted more, but Bo couldn’t stop himself from grabbing his twin’s wrist. He only realised what he did when Vincent turned back to him in curiosity.

“Shit, don’t know why I did that… Just don’t touch her, ok?” Bo grumbled and Vincent hummed.

Vincent went into the kitchen to grab a noteblock and a pen. He quickly reproduced his own mark on the paper. He silently asked Bo to show him his, which Bo did a little bit reluctantly. Vincent tried to overlap the two marks. He placed his spiral inside Bo’s circle and realised that one of the dots was placed in the same way for both of them, which did create three dots in total. He placed the paper next to your shoulder. Your mark and his little drawing were identical.

“Shit” Bo repeated and both the men sat down.

They stayed silent for a little while, watching you sleeping and thinking how gorgeous you were and how relieved they were to have finally found you. 

But something was bothering the two of them: how were they supposed to share you?

PART II

[imagineinside]

Star-Like Encounters (Hugh Jackman x Fem!Reader) Chapter 2

Previous Chapter: https://www.tumblr.com/imagineinside/760282819875471360/star-like-encounters-hugh-jackman-x-femreader?source=share

A/N: First of all, thank you guys for the love on the first chapter! Sorry it took me longer to get this second one out, life has gotten hectic (I study Aerospace Engineering in real life and my semester just started lol) but this is a great escape for me. I think Chapter 3 will be even more fun to write than this one. ;)

Description: You begin your first semester at a prestigious university with a mix of excitement and chaos. After a frantic start involving a late arrival due to your roommate’s Hollywood-related detour, your day takes an unexpected turn when you meet Hugh Jackman, your roommate’s boss, at a movie studio.

Hugh, intrigued by your expertise in physics, invites you to consult on a film project aiming for scientific accuracy. Balancing your new academic responsibilities with a potential Hollywood cameo, you must navigate your dual interests. As you face your own feelings, you discover that the lines between your professional and personal worlds are more intertwined than you imagined.

Currently Applicable Tags: (Future) 18+, Fluff, cocky Hugh Jackman, flirty Hugh Jackman, age gap (55 and 27), so much pining, mutual pining, more to come.

The next week and a half went by without any real hassle. In fact, Hugh and your roommate had to go overseas for some press release on the upcoming debut of the “Deadpool and Wolverine” film, which you were definitely going to see on opening day. You could hardly believe Hugh Jackman was already working on a new movie, but perhaps he needed to be busy with work right now to keep his mind off other things. You understood the feeling.

You hadn’t sent Hugh another text yet, despite the fact that your roommate had already given you the green light to do so. You had just secured your first semester at Stanford, and while there was nothing in your contract stating you couldn’t pursue other career opportunities, being a professor to over 100 students still took a lot of time. And being the newest, and youngest, faculty member you knew you were under heavy scrutiny from the headmaster.

It was rather unheard of for a young professional at the age of 27 to become a professor. But throughout your university career you had pursued your Masters and Bachelors at the same time, which had just left a three-year long Phd to complete in which you focused on laser technology and nuclear propulsion systems. Hugh Jackman had been right about at least one thing, you were very dedicated and passionate about your craft.

After your class Wednesday morning you were set on grading papers for the rest of the day, the assignment had been “What shape is our universe?” a relatively simple question but with a lot of avenues to discuss. Well, you were set on grading papers until you opened up your YouTube account to turn on background music and a new interview featuring Hugh Jackman popped up on your feed. This one was from The Tonight Show with Jimmy Fallon, so they must have just taken a while to post it.

It was as if your hand had a mind of its own as you clicked on the video. A wild round of applause started as Hugh Jackman took his seat and seemed to readjust his sweater, hips popping in the air. God, he was so effortlessly attractive. The interview went through the normal questions, yet you still soaked up every minute of it. It wasn't until the last couple minutes that Fallon had asked him, “So can you tell us anything about the new movie that is still in pre-production? I mean, I have no idea what it’s even about!”

Hugh laughed, crows feet growing appearing to his eyes. You absolutely adored the smile lines around his eyes and mouth, you wish you could trace every single one. “I can’t say too much, sorry, Jimmy. What I can say is that we’ve recruited some expertise for the physics of the movie… y’know like the stuff that us movie producers aren’t very well versed in.” He said with another laugh, “And I gotta say, she is just amazing, and very passionate about her work.”

“Is she the hottie of her department too, Hugh?” Fallon had asked with a laugh, obviously making a joke.

Hugh seemed to pause, a smile forming on his lips, “If she isn’t, then I would be very surprised, Jimmy.”

“Does the Hugh Jackman have a crush?”

Hugh laughed, ��Even if I did, I highly doubt it would be reciprocated–”

You slammed your laptop shut, heart pounding in your ears. You whipped out your phone to text Ashley but paused when the keyboard popped up, what exactly were you going to say to her? Hey! So your boss inadvertently flirted with me and it’s making me feel some very specific type of way. What do I do???

Instead, you opted to open up the email from Ashley which included an agenda for the pre-production discussions. Attached to her email, she had written, “I also let them know your work schedule and when you have your mid-term breaks, so we tried to work around them.” You smiled at your friend's generosity, she truly was so encouraging of your work and had so much admiration for you, as you did her.

As you reviewed the dates and times alongside your class schedule, you realized there was really no reason to say no. They had aligned the dates perfectly so that you wouldn’t have to worry about missing or being late to any lectures. Sure, you may have to take your grading work on the go, but that shouldn’t be too much of a problem. You were a professor for an introductory graduate course, you weren’t meant to be too hard on these kids.

You reopened your phone, hesitating over Hugh Jackman’s icon before clicking on your messages. Before you could really think about it, you hurriedly typed out a text and clicked send.

Putting your phone on do not disturb, you shoved it to the side and got back to grading papers. It took nearly a full three hours before you were done with the stack of 100 essays, and you had merely skimmed them. It probably would’ve taken you far longer to thoroughly read through them.

It wasn’t until you had your bag packed up to return home that you dared another look at your phone. You weren’t sure why you were so nervous, the worst thing he could say was that they found someone else, or if he didn’t respond at all. You still weren’t sure this was all real, so having it come to an end may be for the best anyway.

Upon seeing that he had messaged you only minutes after you sent him your initial text, you hurriedly sent an apology.

The photo had you laughing in the middle of the hallway on your way out of the building, getting a few glares from fellow professors and students. You mumbled a quick apology and hurriedly went through the exit, simultaneously typing a response back to him.

* * *

It wasn’t until Sunday night that your roommate returned home and immediately beelined to her room. You couldn’t blame her, being gone and traveling that whole time would have made you really miss your bed too.

You decided to be a good friend and greet her with a cup of coffee and a plate of eggs the next morning, to which she had immediately devoured both. Then you were off to class, with a promise to pick Ashley up on your way to the first of the pre-production meetings. 

During your lecture, it felt like it was impossible to focus on the task at hand. Instead, your mind seemed to want to focus on your nerves about seeing Hugh Jackman again, in person. Sure, you two had been exchanging a bit since last Monday, but it wasn’t about anything personal. You tried to keep your conversations strictly professional so as not to give yourself a heart attack.

“Finally, God, what took you so long?” Ashley grumbled as she clambered into the Volvo.

You rolled your eyes, shifting it out of park and merging onto the road. “Someone is still jet lagged.” “Ugh, don’t even get me started. I still want to be in a ball on my bed right now, not going to this meeting. Plus!” Ashley exclaimed, throwing a finger in the air, “I won’t even know what you’ll be babbling on about! I don’t know rocket physics or whatever.”

“Astrophysics,” you quietly remind her.

“Sorry, I don’t mean to undermine your interest. I’m just tired and grumpy.”

You laughed, “It’s fine, Ash, let’s just make it there without you jumping out of this car in an attempt to escape.

“Don’t tempt me.” She said, and you both burst out into laughter.

* * *

When you arrived at the older looking building closer to downtown Los Angeles, Ashley showed you where to park in the back to keep your license plate hidden. “Paparazzi like to take pictures of the cars here and try to track them down,” she had explained.

Then you were knocking on the back door, your heart in your throat. You heard footsteps approaching from behind the door before the door swung open to reveal an older gentleman with curly, graying hair.

He gave you two a bright smile, “Ashley, good to see you again.” He greeted Ashley to which she gave him a half-hearted grunt back. “And you must be the professor I’ve heard so much about. I’m Shawn, the director for the film.”

You smiled and shook his hand before he stepped aside to let you guys in. The building wasn’t at all what you had expected, you thought the meeting would be at a cold, fluorescent-lit office building, not this quaint, rustic old home near downtown.

You followed Ashley into what you thought would be the dining room of the household, where you were greeted with six other individuals–including Hugh Jackman himself, sitting around an oak table with a whiteboard at the very end. The whiteboard was full of different scribbled imagery and what you thought was an attempt at Newton’s Laws… you couldn’t be quite sure.

“Ah, there she is!” Hugh exclaimed as he tossed his reading glasses–which you tried not to think about how hot he looked with them on, key word: tried–and began walking over to you.

You opened your mouth to greet him, right before you were enveloped in a warm hug by his giant body. He was so much bigger than you, standing side-by-side you hadn't noticed. But right then you felt safe… protected.

You tried not to revel in the hug too much, allowing yourself one long draw of his clean, pinewood scent before pulling away. “Good to see you also made it back alive. Though the jet-lag isn’t affecting you as much as Grumpy over there from Snow White.”

Ashley flipped you off as she settled in a chair and pulled a stack of papers into her lap.

“Thank you for coming,” Hugh said as you drifted your eyes up to his face. His hands clasped around your shoulders and gave a gentle squeeze before he turned to go back to his spot at the table.

Clearing your throat, you settled into the last remaining seat at the head of the room. “I have already signed the NDA for the film and faxed it to Ashley while she was away. So, if I’m able to ask, what exactly did I need to be asked about?”

All eyes turned to Shawn, the man that had greeted you at the door. “There is a part of the film where the main characters are sending their ship through a wormhole to travel a big distance. Can you describe how that would look?”

Oh, boy… “Well, how scientifically accurate are you hoping this movie to be? Like Interstellar level, or Star Wars?”

“We were hoping for more Interstellar.” A bald man across from Hugh answered.

“In that case, it’s important to note that scientifically speaking, we don’t know if wormholes even exist or not. In theoretical physics, they can be described as ‘tunnel-like’ structures.” You paused to survey the faces of those around you, your eyes falling on one face in particular. Hugh had his head resting on his open hand, a twinkle of something in his eye as he nodded in encouragement for you to continue. “Basically, wormholes are a wrinkle in whatever fabric space is made of,” you said and picked up a piece of loose paper that was on the table. You brought the two edges together to form a wrinkle. “Simply, it would be like a tunnel traveling through this paper. But that wrinkle needs to exist first.”

“And you don’t know ‘if the technology which we humans have created would be able to survive traveling in a wrinkle through space. Or if the human body would survive on a molecular level’,” Hugh carried on.

You nodded slowly, not sure if he knew what he was quoting, “Yes, that was from my… um, my graduate thesis.”

Hugh smiled and held up a stapled stack of paper, “I know, I printed it out.” He laughed as he confessed, “I think I’ve read it three or four times to grasp everything you discussed.”

You tried to hide the blush forming on your cheeks. While you took great pride in that thesis, you didn’t think anyone–especially Hugh Jackman–would have taken such an interest in it.

“The other issue is what lies beyond the thin fabric of space if a wormhole exists? That’s the greatest mystery of my field, though,” you laughed, “We have no idea what our universe is actually expanding into. Does matter just cease to exist past that point? Is it a giant black hole? We have no clue.”

“From the sounds of it, you can’t answer our questions then.” The bald man said to you from across the room, his icy glare making you snap your mouth shut, before turning to Shawn, “I told you it would be a waste of our time–”

“I think you should leave,” a gruff voice announced, and it took you a moment to register that it was Hugh who said it. Was he seriously willing to stand up for you like that?

The man scoffed, “Seriously?”

Hugh stood suddenly, his chair scraping against the hardwood floor. It was hard not to notice how mouth-drooling good he looked in his green cashmere sweater. It really did hug him in all the right ways.

“Yes, seriously,” Hugh insisted as he began to walk around the table. As he passed by you, he gave your shoulder–at least what you imagined was–an apologetic squeeze. The feeling of his calloused hand against your bare shoulder sent a shiver down your spine. “Come, I’ll walk you out.”

“Shawn, really?” The bald man looked to the director.

Shawn sighed as he glanced up at Hugh. He must have seen something in his lead actor's eyes since he said, “I think it would be best for you to take a break for now, we will see you again tomorrow.”

Without another word, the man gathered his belongings and stormed out of the house, slamming the backdoor before Hugh was able to close it for him. Once Hugh returned to the room, you felt like you could breathe again.

“So, where were we?” Hugh asked as he sat back down, and you didn’t miss the way he shuffled closer to you to rub soothing circles on the small of your back.

* * *

You answered a few more of their questions regarding wormhole travel, black holes, and also the passing of time in space versus on-planet. After an hour and a half it felt like you were losing their attention, so you decided to end the discussion there. Ashley had fallen asleep on the chair, but when it was time to go you gave her the keys and she went out to the car.

Eventually everyone had cleared out of the room besides you and Hugh, which left you not really knowing what to say.

“I’m sorry about Steven,” Hugh had started. He was standing behind his chair, hands braced on the back of it. His fingers were so long and elegant, and his palms were double the size of yours. He was an all-around giant compared to you.

You waved it off, “It didn’t phase me. I’ve dealt with worse individuals before, happens a lot in my field actually.” You paused before saying, “Thank you, though, for, um, sticking up for me. But you should know I can take care of myself,” you said with a playful smile.

Hugh’s face grew into a smile that matched yours as he took a few steps forward until he was just a handreach away. “Are you sure about that?”

“Yeah!” You said and playfully punched him in the chest, your fist contacting with refined muscle, “I’m a big girl. Do you see these guns?” You laughed and pretended to flex your arms.

“I feel bad for whatever person crosses you,” Hugh laughed, though it quickly tapered off as he worried at his bottom lip.

You furrowed your brow and titled your head, “Everything alright?”

“Yeah,” Hugh gave you a lopsided smile, though it didn’t really reach his eyes. “Just nervous.”

“About what?”

“Well,” Hugh began but quickly paused as he scratched at the rough beginnings of a beard. You wish you could feel that stubble scraping against your skin and watch it leave irritated marks all over you. “I am assuming you know the debut night for Deadpool & Wolverine is coming up soon.”

“Duh!” You laughed, “I already got tickets for me and Ashley opening night.”

“Right, of course, nevermind then,” Hugh laughed it off with a shrug, but you caught his arm as he went to go past you.

“You aren’t getting off that easy. What were you going to say?”

It seemed like he still took a moment to contemplate it before he said, “I am allowed a plus one for the debut, and my kids already have stuff going on. I guess I was wondering, as a thank you for your help with all this, would you like to go?” He let the question hang in the air for a second, “As my plus one, of course. And I could get you in contact with my stylists and I am sure they would love to have a woman to dress for a change,” he said with an awkward laugh that you still found quite endearing.

“Hugh,” you began and he looked at you as if you held the entire world in your hands, “I would love to go. I’ll arrange with Ashley to make sure one of our friends can go with her in my place.” You paused, something like anxiety creeping up your spine, “But won’t you be worried about what people will say if they see me there with you? I know you are inviting me as a friend and colleague, but… the media tends to run with stuff like this.”

Hugh shook his head and grabbed at the hand you still had on his arm, “No, I won’t be worried. It would be an honor to have you there.” Before you could move away, Hugh brought your hand up to his mouth, leaving a quick kiss on the back of it. “You should get going,” he said, his voice rougher, darker than usual. It’s what you imagined his bedroom voice would be like. WHOA, totally not the time to be thinking about that. “Ashley is probably waiting for you.”

You nodded and shook yourself out of whatever trance he put you in, “Yeah, right, right.” You gathered your belongings and went to leave the room, and you aren’t entirely sure what confidence came over you as you turned back to him to say, “Oh, and Hugh? I am definitely the hottie of my department.” With a wink, you disappeared from sight.

Taglist: @corvusmorte, @chinchie, @reinabxitch (if you aren't on this last but want to be let me know!)

[mechs-headcanons]

HI once again spreading the marous/aurora agenda. But now with angst >:3c

When Nastya went Out the other Mechs thought for sure she'd be back eventually. Shed get bored and need a challenge and come back. She Had to come back eventually (grief and denial :D /lh) so they didn't appoint anyone else as engineer for a while, thought it'd be disrespectful. But as time wears on and the mechanisms continue being violent space pirates, the disrepair aurora is in is well. Obvious. and needs to be taken care of. Aurora hadn't said anything in any way besides creaks and groans and other noises that none of the mechs could understand, and most of it was hollow or sobs anyway, so they had no way of knowing how bad the damage was besides just the cosmetic stuff.

However, whenever the mechanisms tried to do Anything to help or fix her up she wouldn't let them, shooting them if necessary but would just remove them from the room and get them lost on purpose. She wouldn't let anyone work on her at all.

Except Marius.

Marius whos also having a bit of a rough time post the bifrost incident, and is already quite forgetful and tends to wander and get lost, on purpose or not is up for debate

But the other mechanisms dont exactly realize that aurora has deemed Marius the only acceptable temporary engineer (because nastya has to be coming back soon. Its cold out there. She can't stay out there so long, and doesnt she miss the warmth of her family? Its cold out there. She has to.come back soon) so ashes Jonny Brian and ivy are kind of scrambling bc the damage to aurora keeps getting worse for a variety of reasons and its making space travel difficult, so they need to find a way to reason with aurora so that they can land safely and finish up her repairs but aurora won't. Let. Anyone. Touch her. And they're starting to run out of ideas when they see.

Marius. Just, sitting on the ground, digging around in a panel in the walls and organizing wires and pulling out burnt or broken ones and grumbling to himself some nonsense about how nastya never let's it get this bad. Man she was really slacking recently. No wonder the spiders seem so agitated. But furthermore aurora is just letting it happen, letting him do whatever it is hes doing, letting him help her.

When marius sees the others he jumps and stands up awkwardly stumbling over his words as he tries to explain himself and ashes interrupts like. No by all means keep working we're just surprised is all. And Marius is also confused, like, what do you guys mean by that?

Well auroras been just as stubborn as Jonny is about maintence for repairs. We didn't think she'd let anyone work on her at all until nastya gets back.

Oh. Well.. Nastya doesnt usually let Marius work on aurora, too worried hes going to mess something up and protective over her, but things were getting so out of hand that Something had to be done to fix up aurora.

And hesitantly, the others decide its probably best if Marius is the temporary (its so cold shell be back any day she has to be back soon please nastya its so cold come back) engineer.

And eventually aurora starts communicating again, slowly. First with Marius.

And she asks him if he thinks shes changed.

And Marius thinks about it for a couple minutes. And says yes, just like they have all changed. Its been millennia and eternity has worn on all of them, weathered and shaped them into something new like wind or rushing waters. So yes, shes probably changed. But in the same sense that Marius isn't the same person he was when he and raph first boarded the ship.

And aurora cries for a long, long time. And marius sits there with her, not leaving until the waves of sadness fade. Her feelings are so strong that it almost makes Marius start crying, but he doesn't. He just sits with her until she feels better.

Why didnt nastya think that, then? She asks eventually.

I dont know. Maybe she just needed some time. She'll be back soon.

Although they both know nastya won't return. The hope she does, rhough.

-��� who didnt mean for this to get so out of hand fndfhdjdj

i love how this is half a fic may i steal this omg i’m inspired :000

agh this is so yes aghhhh

[a-butterfly1]

==✦NINJAGO AU MASTERPOST✦==

This is an AU I've been working on, I will actually work on it on writting ( on AO3 ) instead of making a comic/manga because I tend to procastinate when it comes to drawing panels ( if you have been keeping up with other pojects of mine you would know this), hopefully I will keep this updated.

==❤︎CHARACTER INFORMATION❤︎==

Lloyd Montgomery Garmadon

Age- 1000+ (immortal) Height: 5'8 (1,73m)

Lloyd has lived many years, of course, now he's immortal, he doesn't have much of a choice but to continue living on. He was many things throughout his life: a bratty child, a son, a master, a hero and now he's nothing more than a myth, while still a part of ninjago history many actually question if he ever really existed or not. He ostracized himself from society for a reason, after all,- it's painfull to make relationships when they are so short lived. He is considered a god by many, but he denies that being the case, maybe the embodiment of the balance between good and evil but he wont try to call himself anything more. Lloyd now lives with the spirits of his family with the occasional visits from Morro and Garmadon, his father.

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Jay Walker

Age- 1000+ (spirit) Died at 115 Height: 5'10 (1,78m) Status: Nya's husband

He was a man of the spotlight, he shined brithly- TV shows, TheyTube channels, he was knowed worldwide. Not that he minds the retirement, he lived his life; he had two beautiful twins with the love of his life, Nya. He died happy, even if he was the last one to die, 3 years after Nya had passed. His last years were spent with Lloyd. In his many years in the Ninja team, he's come to realise he doesn't exactly have the same type of strengh like the others so he created a different weapon one that creates iron alloy strings, that resemble spider webs. He also practiced racing with his wife in his free time and created all kinds of machines and weapons which ranged from house equipment to ninja tech, like mechs, weapons and transport.

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Kai Smith

Age- 1000+ (spirit) Died at 95 Height: 6'2 (1,88m) Status: Skylor's husband and Nya's bio brother

Kai was a little bit of an influencer in his younger years, but as the years went by he settled more into being a family man with his wife Skylor and his little girl. How did he become a spirit? Well it was his idea; well his plan was to become immortal like Lloyd but he was intersected by Morro, so he opted for the second best option: giving his powers to Lloyd, so even if he was dead he would be with Lloyd through his power; what wasn't part of the plan was he actually becoming part of Lloyd as a spirit, not that he is complaining, he got what he wanted in the end; and since he was the one that piched the idea to the ninja, he just involved them all into the mad plan- one that Lloyd was unaware of. He trully is a mad man, no one, and I mean, no ONE, puts themselves between him and his family, the last person who did so, is no longer amoung us, the last thing they saw was Kai becoming a demonic ball of flames.

==꒷꒦︶︶꒷︶︶꒦꒦︶︶꒷꒦==

Nya Smith Walker

Age- 1000+ (spirit) Died at 112 Height: 6'0 (1,83m) Status: Jay's wife and Kai's bio sister

Nya, famous racer, only had to step down from the hobbie/carrer when she got into a small accident, while she wasn't gravelly wounded that was enough for her to be proibited from competitive racing. From that day on she still raced but became more of an idol than a racer per say. She ended up working on engineer projects, solo or with Jay, mostly out of boredom. Now, since she is dead, she has more free time than ever, and uses it to learn and explore every digital corner of the internet, catching a few criminals in the way. Many say she is mystical and her strengh is as crushing as the waves in a storm can be, yet calm and relaxing as the days in the beach, others, like the Ninja themselves just see her as they're beloved sister.

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Cole Brookestone

Age- 1000+ (spirit) Died at 87 Height: 6'8 (2,03m) Status: Vania's husband

Cole, King of the Kingdom of Shintaro, Husband of Queen Vania, father of the prince of Shintaro, and our beloved cake lover, sadlly passed away early, well earlier than his siblings at least, the unknowed illness that had taken the life of his mother had decided to claim another. Cole fell gravelly ill, bedridden in his late stages of life. Bedridden in the castle, he invited Lloyd over for most possibly a final goodbye, although he didn't think that Lloyd would stay around the whole time it wasn't completly unexpected, right there he was the first one to execute Kai's plan, and the first to discover the side effects of the plan; from then on he was part of Lloyd and made sure to let the others know of the end result.

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Zane Julien

Age- 1000+ (nindroid) Height: 7'0 (2,13m) Status: P.I.X.A.L's husband

Caretaker of the rest of the Ninja team and their children, especially since those little kids sure liked uncle Lloyd a whole lot and would visit constently. He stayed with Lloyd in the monastery alongside P.I.X.A.L and Morro (who visits soo much he pretty much lives there, has a room and everything). Him and Lloyd share house chores, and Zane is in charge of looking at news around ninjago, to ensure it's safety, as well as helping in some researches since Lloyd is only one person and can only intake soo much information at a time. He is the only one that hasn't partaken in Kai's plan, since there is literally no reason to, Zane obviously doesn't die of old age, one may claim that he could possible get rusty and need repairs at some point but Lloyd and P.I.X.A.L are always around is any issue is to come.

==✿ADDITIONAL INFORMATION✿==

The Ninja team, many years after most of the team's death, has move the location of the monestary far away from the main ninjago island, and instead now lives in a far away island that Lloyd created west of Ninjago city, around the middle of Ninjago and the dark island (thats has been sealed away by Lloyd). The reason for that change is because of something rather strange, it's not just to ensure Lloyd's ever soo wished isolation but also because a merchant had attented to buy the place, with the intention of turning the monestary into a tourist attraction. Lloyd got a bit peeved and decided to pick up the mountain where the monestary was on top of and relocated it;

The only reason the Jay was living with Lloyd in his last moments, was because he genuenly belived he would miss the mark to execute Kai's plan, because he belives himself to be quite clumsy and distracted; either way he didn't miss it and now is with the rest of the team (which is a way to say that he can now torment the Ninja forever);

Lloyd has a cute nickname for all the Ninja's kids, and spoiled them to no end (he is the fun uncle who takes everyone to Disneyland), he calls Kai's daugther "munchkadee", Jay and Nya's twins has "Starlight" and "Moonlight" for the girl and boy respectively, and Cole's son is "Duckling";

the age diference of the Ninja are, from youngest to oldest: Lloyd - Nya - Jay - Kai - Cole - Zane ( to say, with maybe the idea of the 1 season, Lloyd (8->15) - Nya (15) - Jay (16) - Kai (17) - Cole (18) - Zane (30-40? he is old);

(conceivable for change) As of right now, Lloyd's power is one that could rival gods, the source of said power is something OP is still considering but the possible main reason might be related to "source dragons", has to why the other Ninja's had powers even after having kids is related to Lloyd giving them an artifact that has their specific element embodied into them (the artifacts are not phisical and can only be visualised when the Ninja have already passed, the artifact will most likely have the form of a card); (the reason of this possible change is the development of the plot of "Dragons Rising").

[whistlewritesforfun]

Damian Wayne does NOT watch cartoons (In front of anyone.)

A little headcanon I have for Damian after he gets dropped into the Manor and finally adjusts enough to be comfortable. Not sure how canon compliant, I have in fact pulled this out of my ass. A bit of writing below the cut 👌

(Divider on Pinterest, by shra)

Damian would not be caught dead doing most things kids his age did. You would not see him playing with action figures, you would not see him reading a comic book, and you definitely wouldn't see him "wasting his time" watching children's TV.

That didn't mean he wasn't doing it though. He was simply an expert at hiding it.

Living with Talia and the league didn't leave much time for him to do anything that would be considered recreational. Everything was carefully controlled to ensure an heir of the highest quality. Hell, the kid was engineered for it from conception. Even his free time had a sort of artificially constructed quality to it.

The books on the shelves were carefully curated, all classic novels. He was learning how to read from philosophers and poets dead for hundreds of years. Damian had to read only what the league chose, mostly so he wouldn't start forming ideas that conflicted with his future purpose.

TV wasn't allowed for Damian, dismissed as empty drivel that would only serve to curate an imagination that was useless for assassin work.

Toys were a weakness, Damian only very briefly had a stuffed bear when he was very young. It was taken too quickly for him to even remember it. Dependency on objects, emotional attachment to inanimate chunks of plastic and fabric, were exemplified as the opposite of what he should be.

Though, those restrictions evaporated when Talia left him with Bruce. It took a lot of warming up for him to even consider turning a TV on. When he did, he was watching documentaries on nature. He had taken a liking to the ones with that level of instinctual brutality only the animal kingdom could provide.

In secret however, Damian found a channel of cartoons. It became his guilty pleasure to come back from patrol and sneak off to watch some before getting tired and trudging up to bed silently. His favorite ended up being Ninja Turtles. It took him a long time to figure out why he liked it so much.

It wasn't until a somewhat awkward family gathering around the holiday season came about. Even Jason had turned up. (Though he didn't look super jazzed about it, he secretly missed his brothers.) It wasn't super clear how the moment of realization came about, but when Dick showed up in a blue shirt, Damian practically felt the click reverberate through his tiny being.

He glanced over at Jason, sulking in a corner. A flicker of a red mask crossing his mind.

Over to Barbara and Tim. Purple. That was 3 out of 4 turtles. His family was a parallel of his secret cartoon viewings. If he really had to stretch it, Bruce served as a Master Splinter.

His inner machinations went unnoticed, he always had that same resting pensive look on his face. What did draw attention, however, was the tiny uptick at the corner of his mouth as he waltzed off. It was then with a dawning horror that, as he scampered off, he realized he was Mikey.

Albeit… much less laid back and much more murdery. This, suffice to say, peeved him. He did not want to be the “stoner” turtle.

This prompted an in-depth investigation. (Personality quizzes) only to repeatedly end up with the same result. At one point he even went so far as to use the Batcomputer’s database to make a definitive judgement. Orange. Orange. Orange. He gave up eventually, finding solace only in the fact that Mikey was the best combatant of the group.

Imagine Bruce’s confusion when he sat down at the computer to update a case file, only to find the IMMENSE personality profile on Michelangelo. He decided not to bring it up with Damian. It wasn’t often his son behaved more like a normal 12 year old, and he wasn’t going to discourage it now.

[mvltisstuff]

Evan Buckley & female reader - a fic where instead of the firetruck crushing buck’s leg, it crushes the reader’s leg instead and the reader is in the firetruck when it explodes and Buck & reader have been engaged for 2 years. Buck is worried and scared and panics when he sees the reader underneath the truck. He helps her through the physical therapy of getting back her leg strength and helps her through how she is told she may not be able to be a firefighter again.

lots of angst, heartbreak, sadness, anger, fluff too 💙

love ur 911 fics so much ❤️‍🩹

are you with me - e.b

summary: request

evan buckley x reader

a/n: i’m so happy you guys like my fics, i have plenty coming your way soon 🩶 btw this started off pretty strong and idk what happened toward the end w the quality

it’s never realized how much calamity one person can cause in such a large city. people get in their cars to go to work, they order a package, they stop at the store, and the last thing they expect is an explosion right at their feet.

over three million people in los angeles, and one forced 30 tons of weight onto y/n’s leg. it was just work. something she does every single day. of course, nothing in life ever remains the same, but this is really something you can never expect. you watch it in movies, or you hear about it in the news, only until it happens to you.

she knew the bones in her leg were crushed upon the impact, the engine thrown on its side. buck watched from a distance, being held back by the police. he would do anything for her. he wanted to tear this kid to shreds. he saw y/n’s broken leg under the truck and her head weakly lifting up. he could almost hear the pained gasps and whimpers from her lips. y/n, on the other hand, felt like she was in the center of the ring, the joke of this kid.

all the bystanders watched the scene unfold, the boy trying to summon the captain of the 118. it felt unreal. the noise and the truck shaking the ground they walked on.

buck thought he hallucinated the sparkling ring on y/n’s hand, somehow managing to remind him of the fight he was about to do. he vividly remembers the day he got down on his knee, bargaining the rest of his life to her and crying when she said yes. the whole team had been there, watching from a distance as her hand covered her mouth and lifted him from the floor. their wedding was being planned, every last detail needing to be perfect for the couple.

most people’s instinct would be to run away, but buck wanted to run toward the chaos. if y/n was there, so was he. his life mission has been to keep her safe, and knowing someone went out of his way to hurt her makes him go crazy. the exact moment that freddie was taken down with his overcomplicated vest, buck found himself running to her. he instantly fell onto his knees, seeing the ash and tears on her face close up.

she wished she couldn’t feel it, but she felt every part of it. she didn’t know anything. was her leg even connected to her anymore? buck moved himself closer to her so she could hear him over the murmuring of watchers.

“hey! hey, y/n,” he starts.

“it h-hurts so bad,” she whines, making him grimace himself.

“son of a bitch, ok. we’re gonna get you out of there, yeah?”

“please,” she begs, almost inaudible. buck stands up, calling for anyone he can to lift the truck off her, which was almost impossible with a few people around. hen was on the ground, connecting machines to y/n’s harmed figure.

“hang in there, y/n/n,” she says softly. “we’ve got you.”

despite his entire body weight being used to lift the ladder engine, it didn’t budge once. the only thing it did was echo the raw screams from y/n, poisoning bucks ears making his heart speed up. the adrenaline pumping through his system was making him think he could do it.

“do you have anything on the truck we can use for leverage?” eddie asks to a panicked bobby, trying to save one of his workers and best friends.

“it’s too heavy, it wouldn’t work,” bobby says as a light goes off in bucks head.

“more people,” he mumbles. “we need more people! hey! all of you, get over here and lift this!” he shouts at the mob of people observing the accident. not hesitating, the civilians sprint over and grab onto any part of the truck that they can.

y/n was in grievous pain, dreading the agony that would come when they finally lifted it. she was right, it was tormenting, releasing shrieks she didn’t know she had. before she could rethink everything, she was tugged from under and flipped onto her back. buck couldn’t peel his gaze away from the blood that has completely stained her pant leg and the parts of her leg that should be inside of it. complete shock and fear took over his body, but not enough to stand there with her the whole time. he watched chimney and hen bandage up her leg and move her into the ambulance, where buck sat next to her. hen was in the back with him, chim being the designated driver. unfortunately, y/n had been awake for the entire experience. from the second the engine flipped, to the second she was lifted into the ambulance. as much buck was grateful that she was awake, he almost wanted her to pass out. she wouldn’t have to endure this much pain, despite the morphine kicking in.

y/n’s hand twitched in bucks, “buck?” she grumbles out.

“y/n,” he makes note of her panicked state. “i’m here, you’re ok. i’m not going anywhere, honey.”

“someone should tell the city that we need a n-new truck,” buck laughs at her mind and how it works before running a hand through her hair.

“you don’t have to worry about that,” says buck. “you have no idea how relieved i am that you’re ok.”

“we’re getting married soon,” she realizes. “shit, we were supposed to get married soon-“

“shh, it’s all gonna work out, ok?” buck reassures. “i’d marry you no matter what, broken leg or not.”

“promise?”

“i promise.”

the hours sitting in the waiting room were grueling. maddie had left to be with buck, watching the entire scene go down on the news. even her heart ached, watching someone she already considers family have to face something like this. the whole team was anxiously waiting for the surgeon to come out and say she’d be ok. she held them together like a true family, being the most stable relationship they had. she was the part of the station that made their bond unbreakable. watching her vulnerable condition under that truck was almost intolerable. the time that she wasn’t in work felt like a missing puzzle piece.

weeks had passed since the bombings of LA, and buck had been there every single day. in sickness and in health, he hasn’t said the words out loud, but he swore to that since the day he met her. he knows that she would do the same exact thing for him, and he would spend every single day helping her.

y/n felt completely isolated in their small apartment, barely being able to leave the first floor. she craved work, she desperately awaited the day that she could return, but the injury in her leg hadn’t resolved. no matter how many times she tried to convince herself, she didn’t know if she’d ever be a firefighter again. at some point, she almost envied her fiancé for being able to go to work. he felt so bad for her, just wanting to give her her life back. the weekly doctors appointments were draining her of almost everything she had, every single one proving nothing. nothing that meant anything. the situation was completely out of anyone’s control, and she had consumed so much anger about it. anger at the doctors, the therapists, the kid, the 118, everyone around her.

buck was forced to sit back and watch, to act as a shoulder to cry on. he was the third crutch, the person she leaned on when she couldn’t stand on her own. there was no way in hell she could’ve done it alone. buck was the one to drive her to every appointment and helped carry some of the burden.

at the end of the day, there were two things that scared y/n the most. losing buck and losing her job. the two things that got her out of bed and the two things that gave her a true meaning. as time passed and every request to be back at work was denied, she swore her heart hurt more than her leg.

“y/n?” buck called out after arriving back home. she had been on the couch, watching another drama series about firefighters. “hi, how are you doing?” he asked when spotting her in the living room. she didn’t respond, just looked at the television with the volume low. he went and sat next to her.

“what’s wrong? did something happen?”

her eyes had already been bothered from tears of anger and frustration, and he could clearly see that with his own. “they called again.”

“wasn’t the answer you wanted?”

“i have been pushing myself every day for approval, and i have not gotten anything for it,” she says, dryly. “i have been killing myself to go back to what i love and why am i not getting anything?” her voice cracks.

“listen,” he tries to distract her from her own negativity and forces her to look at him. “i know you’ve heard this a million times, but you have to let yourself take the time to heal. if you go back too soon, you’re going to make it worse.”

her nose scrunches at bucks words, causing her to sniffle as he continues. “i know, it sucks, and i am so, so sorry. it’s just that none of us want to see you do more harm than good. we need you back as a firefighter, but i need you back to normal first. you’re worth so much more than this, and this injury is not going to take you out, we all know it.”

y/n opens her mouth to speak, but nothing comes out besides the small beginning of a word. she knows he’s right, but having to come to terms with that is the hardest part of it all. she begins to cry lightly again, her face in her hands as she leans forward. buck slides over, wrapping his arms around his distressed fiancé.

y/n took bucks advice, and now, she stands in the entrance of the firehouse. she walks in to see her uniform waiting for her in her cabinet, her gear untouched, and it feels like she was here yesterday. she feels at home here. buck follows her in, grabbing her hand and they restart the rest of their lives.

[disillusioneddanny]

Love Me Like You

Absolutely wrote this instead of going to sleep. This is based off of the song Love Like You by Rebecca Sugar for steven universe.

Damian’s heart was racing violently in his chest. He was angry, no he was beyond angry. No one was listening to him! He was twenty years old now, he wasn’t some little Robin sidekick anymore either, he was Red Bird, he had taken a different name and become his own person as a vigilante yet it didn’t seem to matter to anyone in this blasted family. All they saw him as was the demon brat, the boy who had been raised to become an assassin who had been brainwashed his entire life. 

But he wasn’t that boy any longer! He had been out of the League of Assassins for the same amount of time he had been in it. If not a little longer if one could count the fact that the ten years he was with his family he was fully cognizant and could make his own decisions, unlike the toddler he had been with the League. 

Sure, he had been moulded to be the perfect weapon, the perfect heir to the Demon’s Head but he was more than that now, he was so, so, so much more than that. 

He was a hero, he was someone that others could look upon and be inspired. He wasn’t some ruffian assassin any longer and his past shouldn’t matter in the slightest anymore. At least, it shouldn’t be thrown in his face by his own family every chance he got. 

He stormed up the steps of the Brownstone he owned with his boyfriend and let out a huff, trying to calm his racing heart before he stepped into the home.  It would be different once he was past these bricks, he would be in the company of someone who saw him completely and loved him anyways. 

He stepped through the threshold and smiled as he found his beloved passed out on the couch, curled up with a blanket wrapped around him. 

If I could begin to be, half of what you think of me. I could do about anything. 

Damian smiled at his boyfriend before he stooped down, slipping one arm underneath Danny’s legs and the other under his neck as he lifted him in the air carefully, cradling him bridal style in his arms. 

“Tried to stay up and wait for you,” the halfa mumbled, pressing his face against Damian’s chest. “Got too tired.”

“It is alright, Beloved,” Damian murmured before he pressed a kiss to Danny’s forehead. “Rest, I assume you had a busy day, my dear?”

“Justice League Dark are full of idiots who don’t know their ass from their head,” Danny mumbled as Damian opened the bedroom door. 

He let out a soft chuckle at that. He would not be surprised if his beloved lost his mind even a little bit when having to work with both that dreadful Constantine and Doctor Fate at the same time. 

“Who all were there?” Damian asked as he set Danny on the bed. The halfa whined at the loss of Damian’s warmth, making the vigilante’s heart flutter. 

When I see the way you act, wondering when I’m coming back. I could do about anything.

“Give me just a moment to change into some sleepwear and I’ll join you,” he said, glancing over his shoulder at Danny who now laid with a pillow wrapped in his arms and a pout on his face. “Now, tell me about the meeting.”

“I originally went to the Watchtower to work on one of the main engines, Supes had been saying it sounded wrong,” he said, launching into his tale but Damian was taken back to a different time, three years before when he had first met his love. 

 I could even learn how to love like you. 

Three years ago. 

Damian trailed behind his father into the main room of the Watchtower when he had noticed something out of the ordinary. There seemed to be someone floating on the outside of the ship without a space suit of any kind. 

“Batman,” he gasped out, stepping towards the man only for his steps to falter as the man-being waved at him with a wide smile. Bruce looked over curiously and smiled. 

“Oh, that’s Phantom,” he said simply. “He’s the head engineer of the Watchtower maintenance crew. Although, I have been trying to convince him to join us as an actual member for well over a month now. He refuses.”

“He looks no older than I do, how could he be the head engineer?” Damian asked, looking mystified as the being, Phantom phased through the window and gave him a dopey smile. 

“Would you believe me if I said I was just cool like that?” He asked, looking Damian up and down. “And who might you be?”

“Right, you’ve not seen him in his newest persona,” Batman said before, Damian’s eyes had to be deceiving him, his father was smiling at Phantom! “This is Red Bird.”

Damian held out a hand for Phantom. “It’s a pleasure,” he said, locking in on those eyes that reminded him of the Lazarus Pits he had grown up around. 

“Oh, I think the pleasure is all mine,” Phantom had purred, his eyes a green fire that had sucked Damian in immediately. He had never been bested so easily by someone else in all his life. 

I always thought I might be bad, now I’m sure that it’s true. 

He never did learn how Danny had managed to become the head engineer, even after three years of dating the halfa.

“And then Detective Chimp had to but in! Which why the hell do we have a fucking monkey on the team anyway! His name is fucking Bobo, Dami, Bobo!” Danny said, now fully awake as he laid starfished in their bed, the pillow now resting on his chest as he glared up at the ceiling. 

Damian chuckled and pulled his shirt over his head before he glanced at his boyfriend once more. “He is a detective, darling, quite a good one at that. I think he’s almost as good as,” Damian stopped and scowled. No, he was not going to go in that direction, he was not going to bring up his father, not when his mood was finally starting to lift and he had been distracted by his lover. 

“Oh, I know that look,” Danny said before he floated off of the bed and gave Damian a look as he cupped his face in his calloused hands. Danny’s right thumb ran along the small scar just below Damian’s left eye. Almost miniscule, no one had ever noticed it before except for Danny. It had been from his first time knife fighting as a child, his oppent had managed to get a single nick in and Damian had been punished within an inch of his life for letting someone get past his defenses. 

He had been five at the time. 

Danny had been ready to destroy all of Nanda Parbat when he had first learned how Damian had gotten the scar. No one had ever been so angry on his behalf before. Sure, his family were angry about his upbringing but not once had they ever truly considered the emotional and mental damage it had done to Damian. How he had to work so hard to be good in their eyes even after all these years.

Cause I think you’re so good, and I’m nothing like you.

“What did he say to you this time?” Danny asked, his big blue eyes curious and so very full of love. 

Damian sighed. “It doesn’t matter,” he said, stepping away to change into his pajama pants. Danny grabbed his wrist and frowned. 

“What did we talk about, Polaris?” He asked, brows now furrowed in concern. 

“My feelings matter,” Damian recited like a toddler back to his boyfriend. 

Look at you go, I just adore you. 

“Now, do you want to talk about it? Or do you want me to drop it?” Danny asked him, letting go of his wrist to instead wind their fingers together, interlocking them so that Damian could not escape his boyfriend’s grasp even if he wanted to.

Damian just smiled at him. “I do not wish to expand into the entire argument. But he told me that I will always be an assassin at heart and that I will never be more than that,” he said softly, his eyes sad as he tried his very best to not replay the argument in his head. 

I wish that I knew, what makes you think I’m so special. 

Danny’s face crumpled before he pulled Damian in for a tight hug, the shorter man pressed Damian’s face to his neck, forcing the vigilante to crouch slightly. “He’s wrong, you’re an amazing vigilante, Damian. You’ve done so much for people, for Gotham, ancients you’ve done so much for the world,” he said, combing his fingers through Damian’s hair. “You could have easily decided that this wasn’t the life for you when you left Talia, you could have decided to live as a normal kid and never get involved in any of this. But you became a vigilante anyway, and you’ve stayed a vigilante, a hero for the last ten years. Only a special kind of person could do that, Polaris,” Danny said softly, pressing a soft kiss to Damian’s damp cheek.

 He absolutely rubbed at his face, not even realizing that he had been crying.

If I could, begging to do, something that does right by you. I would do about anything. 

“Let’s get to bed,” Danny said, watching as Damian pulled away to slip his pajama bottoms on. Danny took his hand once more and led him to their large bed. He pulled the blankets back and slipped Damian in them.

Once Damian was secure underneath the blankets, Danny wrapped his arm around him and held him close. “You know, the first time I laid my eyes on you, Damian, I knew you were the one for me,” Danny whispered in his ear, his chin rested on Damian’s shoulder as the ghost spooned him, holding the vigilante close. “My core, it sung for you. It saw the good in you even then,” he whispered. 

Damian smiled. It had taken him so long to work up the nerve to ask Danny on a date. 

Three Years Earlier. 

Damian stared at the head engineer as he declined Batman’s offer once again to join the Justice League Dark, stating once again that his passion was for engineering and nothing more. Damian had walked towards him just moments later, finally working up the nerve to talk to the ghost once again. 

“Why do you need turning him down?” He asked, tilting his head to the side in curiosity. “Would you not like to use your powers to be a hero?”

Phantom had just smiled and shook his head. “Nope,” he said simply as he fasted the work belt to his waist. “Why would I do something that doesn’t make me happy?”

“For the safety of others? It is a duty, an obligation-”

“No, it isn’t,” Phantom told him. “It may be that for you, but it isn’t for me. I spent three long years trying to keep my hometown safe and I was very good at it until one day I realized it didn’t make me happy. There were others in the area who genuinely enjoyed being a hero so I let them take over. Then with all that extra time I graduated early, got my bachelor’s in engineering and now I’m working on the Watchtower as the head engineer while I get my masters. This is it for me, Redbird, it’s what makes me happy.”

Damian frowned. “But don’t you feel as though that is a waste?” He asked, trying to understand the man’s logic. 

Phantom shook his head. “Not at all. I’ve got a lot on my plate, you know? I’m the Ghost King for one, which thankfully isn’t a whole lot of work now that I’ve got a council that pretty much runs everything. I’m mostly just a figure head nowadays. And I’m just plain old Danny Phantom, the head engineer of the Justice League’s homebase. If they need me to consult with their Dark team or need my help, I’ll offer it. But I won’t go out of my way for it,” he explained. “It doesn’t bring me joy, I don’t feel a sense of pride saving the world or helping others. I just feel tired. And that’s okay.”

“I do not think I understand,” Damian said slowly. This was not something he had ever thought of. His entire life had been planned for him. First he was the heir to the Demon’s Head and then he was the heir to Batman, the only blood son. Expected to take on the mantle of Robin and fight side by side with Batman to keep the forces of evil at bay. 

And now Danny was telling him that he didn’t have to do that if it did not make him happy?

When I see the way you look, shaken by how long it took. I could do about anything. 

“Danny,” Damian said softly, turning over to face his beloved. He searched those beautiful blue eyes and let out a breath. “I do not think being RedBird brings me joy anymore.”

Danny just gave him a small smile. “That’s okay,” he whispered. “You’ve been kicking ass for ten years, that’s a long time to devote yourself to others.”

“Will you help me?” Damian asked, twining their fingers together. “Will you help me find what sparks joy for me?”

The smile Danny gave him was dazzling. “Of course, Polaris. I would be honored to help you,” he whispered. 

I could even learn how to love like you. 

Love like you. 

Love me like you. 

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