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ellethespaceunicorn · 1 year ago

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Touch and Go: The Morning After

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI

Pairing: Walter Marshall x Detective!Female!Reader

Fandom: Night Hunter

Word Count: 2.2K

Summary: You and Walter try to navigate the morning after. You both have a few lessons to learn.

Warnings: touch starvation, awkward conversation, unprotected p-in-v sex, creampie

A/N: This is a sequel to Touch and Go - A Detective's Romance. Thank you @peyton-warren for your help with this story. Unbeta’d, we die like people who tried their best.

Dividers by: @firefly-graphics

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Cover Art by me

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You’re awoken by the soft snores of the man next to you. And it’s less the sound of the snoring, but more the tiny puffs of air that escape his mouth and skate across that sensitive area of your neck.

His arms encircle you from behind and his warmth enfolds you like a blanket. If you weren’t sure that last night happened, what’s poking at your hip would surely remind you of a few moments. And oh, what solid images there were.

As you turn around in his arms, he shifts a bit in his sleep but doesn’t fully wake. His arms manage to tighten around you, and you didn’t think that was possible given how close you were. Not that you’re complaining. Far from it. You couldn’t be happier.

This man could literally squeeze you like a stuffed animal, and you would thank him for it. You decide to throw a leg over him and soak up his intimate embrace. Laying against his chest, you tangle your hand in his chest hair for good measure.

A low rumble in his chest and his arms tightening ever so gently signaled to you that he was awake finally. When he mumbles something close to ‘Good Morning’, you are surprised to hear that his voice could get any deeper than it already was normally.

He leans down to kiss the top of your head and you try and hide the smile it gives you, but he sees it anyway and kisses your forehead this time. His lips linger there for a second and soon you hear him chuckle.

“What’s so funny?” You stop yourself from listening to your anxious mind telling you that he is somehow laughing at you.

He leans back and looks into your eyes. “I thought I was dreaming that you had stayed. I don’t normally sleep well. You might be my lucky charm. I feel rested.”

“Good. I was a little worried that I wouldn’t get any sleep. But I liked being held all night. I could get used to that if I’m not careful.” You look down and away from Walter’s gaze, piercing right through you.

“I understand your apprehension about all this, but may I suggest something that I promise to listen to myself?” Walter puts a hand over yours and you look up at him.

“Sounds ominous but continue.”

“Let it happen. Whatever this is, just let it happen. And we can worry about our vulnerability later, deal?” His thumb strokes the back of your hand, and you feel safe in his arms.

In a single breath, you push down about a thousand negative thoughts before even listening to them and simply say, “Deal.”

Walter moves to put you on your back, leaning over to cage you between his arms. You allow him to kneel between your legs, wrapping them around his waist and pulling him into you. He never takes his eyes off you as he reaches one hand down to line himself up with your opening.

As he pushes in, he lowers his forehead to yours and groans, lightly pecking your lips. Once the soreness from the night before subsides, all you can feel is the perfection of Walter inside you as he pulls out and slams back in. He swallows your whimpers as his kiss becomes hungrier.

Turning your head to keep up with his kiss, you slide one hand into his curls, and the other glides down to grab a handful of that plump ass of his to encourage his movements. He seems to relish your coaxing if his grunting is anything to go by.

Soon, the sounds of your flesh meeting from Walter's powerful thrusting fill the room. One of his giant paws comes to rest on your hip, the grip sure to leave bruises in the morning. You are at his mercy and his cock pounds into your cunt at the perfect speed to get you off.

You get a thrill out of how your orgasm comes down on you like a bolt out of the blue. Your walls squeeze around his dick and your grasp on reality starts to shift as stars appear behind your eyelids. Throwing your head back, you let out a series of wails that your body has never made before.

With your neck exposed, Walter latches onto it with his mouth. He nips, bites, and sucks until his resolve also falters and he reaches his peak. As his hips go still against yours, you can feel every twitch of his shaft as he empties inside you. Sinking to collapse on you, his arms cocoon you and as your chests connect, the dizzying tempo of his heartbeat can be felt.

You lay in silence for a while, tangling your fingers in Walter’s sweat-slicked curls. It's only the sound of your stomach growling that breaks you both out of your shared lull. His grumbling chuckle follows, and he unwinds himself from around you, finally sliding out of your tight heat. He doesn’t miss your whimpers; he just chooses to ignore them as he pulls you up and into the bathroom for a quick shower.

After some time spent under the hot spray, mostly spent with stolen kisses and forgetting to get clean, you both dress in some comfy clothes. Walter gives you a pair of his boxers, sweatpants, a T-shirt, and a hoodie that still smells like him. You catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and you smile thinking you look like a perfectly comfy girlfriend.

Walter just watches you and smirks before laying a kiss atop your head and suggesting you two eat something. You follow him out to the kitchen and are swiftly turned around and told to go sit while he cooks for you.

Yeah, you could get used to this.

Once breakfast is over, you rise from the table to take the plates into the kitchen with the intent to wash dishes to repay him for a lovely meal. Instead, Walter empties your hands and gives you a stern look.

“Come on, let me help with something?” You whine, not at all being coy about it.

“No. You don’t have to repay me for feeding you. Just let me pamper you. Act as though you deserve to be taken care of, please? Because you do deserve it. Now, go sit down on the couch, and don’t make me ask twice.” If it wasn’t for the wink he sent your way, you would have melted.

You try to reply but the sound out of your throat is a mix between a moan and a whimper. It shocks you and makes Walter smile. You open your mouth again to speak but think better of it and just go sit down.

Walter joins you on the couch, sitting close enough that his warmth spreads over you like a blanket. He turns to face you and you do the same.

“So, I—”

“Are we—”

You both go to speak at the same time and then share a bit of nervous laughter.

“You go first.” Walter urged, his hand running through his hair before settling on the back of the couch.

“Um, so, you know I’m no good at this. That’s why we work so well, I guess,” You pause to get your words together while gathering a bit of courage, “I just...feel like I should be completely honest with you.”

Walter tilts his head and furrows his brow, nodding for you to continue.

“I like this,” You admit, gesturing between the two of you, “I like spending time with you. That being said, I would be upset if you invited another woman here and cooked for her and fucked her instead of me. I know it’s soon, but I want you to know how I feel.”

Seconds pass like hours before Walter takes your hand in his.

“I like this, too. I like cooking for you and spending time with you. I’m sure you can tell I like fucking you. But just so you’re sure, I’m saying out loud that I like it.” He finishes, smiling at you and raising your hand to his lips.

The giggle that escapes your lips gives no warning and it startles you before you give in and let it float on.

“So...I have a question. And it may seem rude, but I don’t mean it that way, I promise.” You start, trapping your bottom lip between your teeth in apprehension.

Walter uses one thumb to free your lip from its confines before speaking. “Duly noted. Ask away.”

“Why are you always so grumpy? I mean, you’re such a different person outside of work. You are fun to be around, and I did not expect that." You playfully poke his chest and are rewarded with a genuine grin on his face.

“Well, firstly, thank you for the compliment. Secondly, I’m not sure if you’ve noticed but I’m not a big talker usually. When I wear my grumpy pants, fewer people come up to me. Less talking. Although now that I think about it, I enjoy talking to you. I think because we both struggle a bit with conversation, we don’t press each other. We just, sort of, work well together. I like that.” While he talks, his hands play with yours. You’re not sure if that is a nervous thing or if he just likes the way your hands feel in his.

You both seem to take pleasure in idle touching, so why question it?

“That makes a lot of sense. It’s easier for men to be grumpy as their resting mood. The number of times I get told to smile or ‘cheer up’ daily could fill a swimming pool. So instead, I have this fake enthusiasm with a matching artificial coy expression to go with it. It can be so tiring, and not to mention it makes my face hurt at times. It fucking pains me to be so falsely sweet all the time. But that’s the joy of the feminine mystique, I guess.” You sigh, letting out the breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

“Wow. How long have you been holding that in, girl? I think a bit of steam came out of your ears just then.” He smiles and throws a wink your way and you can’t help but smile back at him.

“Well, since I’m on a roll with this stuff, I’ll just keep going. You’re the first person I’ve had sex in about a year. Just, bad breakup...and all that kind of killed my appetite for close human contact.” You babble, your hand going to the back of your neck.

“I’m sorry to hear that. If you ever want to talk about it, I'm here for you. And I also hope last night and this morning were to your...liking? That’s weird to say. But it’s already out. Sorry.” His adorable rambling ends and the tips of his ears are pink to match the blush across his cheeks and nose.

“Oh, I thoroughly enjoyed myself. Trust me. But my anxiety is going a mile a minute, trying to convince me that good things don’t happen to me. And I’m fighting it really hard. But you are starting to seem a bit too good to be true.” Your breathing picks up a little, but you control it quickly.

“I can start listing off all my bad habits?” He sits forward and begins to count his fingers, “I snore. I hog all the blankets. I leave the cap off the toothpaste. I spend too long in the shower,” He pauses when you climb into his lap, “I can keep going.”

“I bet you could. But let’s save a bit for me to discover later. Keep the rest a mystery, detective.” You wrap your arms around his neck, and he smiles up at you.

“So, you still want to stick around, huh?”

“I mean, our arms fit so well wrapped around each other. Also, you smell nice,” You lean in to sniff at his neck that still smells of woodsy soap, “And I'd be lying if I said I didn’t want to see where this goes.”

“I’d like to see where this goes as well. In fact, I have a feeling this is going back into the bedroom any minute.” He rises from the couch, taking you with him as you wrap your legs around his waist.

He walks you to the bedroom, kissing your neck along the way. He kicks the door shut before laying you down once again in his bed. You both take your time with each other, not caring about when things happen or if they happen. You get lost and find each other over and over.

While you catch your breath, you are curled up in each other’s embrace. Your hand is tangled in his chest hair while his hand draws shapes on your shoulder. Companionable silence lies between the two of you, like a quilt connecting you.

And it’s moments like these that you both find that you enjoy. The quiet moments where nothing needs to be said. There are no perfect words. While it felt touch and go for a while, sometimes all that is needed is the positive outlook that uncertainty can be a good thing.

A/N: I felt like this story needed another part. I hope you enjoyed it!! "Let it Happen" by Tame Impala helped so much while writing this!!!!!

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plushiebimbo · 1 year ago

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This won’t be like super awesome or something but here we gooooooooo-

Good mornin- or Evening, I guess

The sunset that shines it’s last beams.

The slow ticking of the alarm clock.

The calm and breathing air that settles before the night dwellers awake.

Yuli snuggles into the pillow that they held, hoping to sleep just a little bit more before having to hear the alarm go off, signaling that it’s time to get up and work. Despite the need of wanting to sleep, their body slowly stirs, knowing that it’s an inevitable thing. They can only let out a weak groan as have this internal struggle with themselves; causing them to not notice the grasp on their waist getting tighter.

Alucard presses his lips on the back of their neck, slowly turning into actual kisses as he himself starts to wake. Alucard carries the kisses to the smaller vampire’s cheek, making him giggle as Yuri slowly wakes up to the tenderness of their form. He looks over at Alucard and gives him a half tired smile, his sentence being cut off by a yawn: “Good morning, dearest.”

“Good evening. Slept well, pet?” Alucard answered back, a soft look in his eyes but his usual grin taking up his face.

“As well as dead can sleep. Wish we could for a few more minutes.” They stretch, sitting up from the shared bed that Alucard and Yuli slept in. They crack the joints that got stiff and stuck, making them let out a moan of relief as their spine cracks into place.

“It would be delightful, but then a few minutes would turn into an hour, and a hour would turn into the whole night.” Alucard shared, sitting up from his spot, “And that would turn into Sir Integra being rightfully furious with us, pet.” He finally add, booping Yuri’s nose. They sniffled, getting up from the bed to start getting dressed into their proper uniform.

Yuli takes a moment to put the dress and apron on, making sure each button was buttoned up and each bow was tied. He sits at the vanity, putting on their usual make up of red and black eyeshadow and blood red lipstick.

“I do not simply understand how you insist on getting ready like that. It’s so tedious and takes up time. Didn’t you learn how to manifest your own clothes?” Alucard scoffs. In a blink he’s already dressed in his usual attire; the red trench coat and shades. Yuri only smiles as they finish their makeup, moving on to putting their hair up into a white scarf.

“I have learned; I just prefer not to. What happens if I forget to keep them on? Wouldn’t want to be caught naked. Tho…” they turn their head towards him as he gets close to them, “You wouldn’t mind seeing that, I’m sure others would.”

The lanky red vampire chuckles, it coming deep from his chest. He leans down and presses his lips on their neck, covering the vampire mark, continuing his perverted laugh into their skin.

“I think people should appreciate art at it’s fullest. Who wouldn’t enjoy looking at a body like that?~” Yuli rolls their eyes and pushes him off, getting up from their seat, putting on the rest of their uniform: stockings and sliver tipped boots.

“You’re only saying that because you know what you can do to please me.”

“True… but I also know how to make you shiver for more. Make you think of nothing else. Drive you to madness. Make you beg fo-“ they stop him, their face becoming red as they try to chuckle their way out of this.

“Yes yes, we get it. Don’t need to get riled up before work, Al.” the blushing maid rolls their eyes and smirks. They give him a quick peck on his lips, having to stand on their tip-toes to reach a bit.

Yuli checks the clock one last time, acknowledging its time to head out and begin work. “I’ll be quiet busy. Dinner has to be made, some of the office rooms have to be clean, and whatever miscellaneous task Walter and Sir Integra has for me. I assume the moment you make yourself known to be a awake, you’ll be sent off to a mission or few. The possibilities of us seeing each other before sunrise might be slim.”

As Yuri explains, Alucard smirks and wraps his arms around them one last time, embracing the smaller figure. He takes in the sent and soft feeling of them, the little maid making his insides jump a bit whenever he hold them. Yuli softly moans, nuzzling their head onto the hit man’s chest, feeling a jolt of life spark through them one last time. The give each other one last kiss before Yuri takes the handle of the door, ready to open it.

“One last thing.”

“Ye-EEEAAAS!?” Yuli jumps a little bit, feeling Alucard’s large hands grab at their ass, squeezing it in the process. Yuri swears they can feel their heart beat out of their chest.

“For good luck~” Alucard laughs, watching the short vampire turn bright red at the feeling. They huff and open the door.

“H-hurry up and get going before I change my mind about being nice to you!! I swear you do this to cause me trouble.” He grumbles, rubbing their butt a little bit at the aggressive assault on their cheeks. Alucard laughs as he walks out the door, his body slowly merging with the shadows as he begins his shift at the graveyard.

“Cannot wait to see you soon, my lovely pet~”

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aperrywilliams · 2 years ago

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We Could Try (Part 9): Take Me Home (Spencer Reid x Fem!BAU!Reader)

(Not my gif. Credits to the creator!)

Author Masterlist / Clueless (prequel)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9

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Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!BAU!Reader

Summary: Spencer stays with Reader all night in the hospital. Will she make it at the end? Will they make it too?

Word Count: 6.1k

Warnings: Hurt/Confort/Fluff. Talk about rough injuries, hospitals, and hostage situations. If I forgot something, let me know.

A/N: This is the last chapter, my loves. Thank you so much for the support you gave to this series. I love these two so much, and it's a bit sad to let them go, honestly.

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Spencer forgot the last time he had a nice dream. It was possibly months ago.

It was curious that, in these circumstances, he could dream of something nice again, but that's how it was.

He could see (Y/N) laughing as he tried to sing a song.

"You're so off-key," she complained, still laughing.

"But I'm your off-key guy. And you love me," Spencer told her, pecking her lips.

"You're right. But don't push it, pal," she teased him, playfully hitting his chest. Spencer chuckled as he pulled her to him.

"Come on, say it," Spencer requested.

"Say what?" (Y/N) asked as she didn't know what he was talking about.

"You know what!" Spencer pouted. (Y/N) grinned.

"Okay, okay. Don't get all fuzzy on me," (Y/N) said, holding Spencer's cheeks when he tried to avert her gaze. "Hey, look at me." Spencer's puppy eyes met hers.

"Spencer Walter Reid. I love you. I love you as I never loved anyone, and I will never do," she said, leaning forward to kiss him deeply. Spencer wanted that; he felt like the happiest man on earth.

His dream was disturbed by Emily, who had a coffee for him in hand, and a go-bag with - presumably - his clothes.

"You should sleep on the couch there," she pointed to the room corner. "That chair is anything but comfortable."

After rubbing his eyes, Spencer shook his head.

"I'm not leaving her side. Thanks though," Spencer stated, grabbing the coffee and sipping it. Emily understood.

"Okay. So for you to know, the case is officially closed. We found the connection we had missed between Turpin and his accomplishes. They are going to face trial now," she recounted.

"What about what he did to (Y/N)?"

"The guy is dead, Spencer. And due it was a legit defense, (Y/N) won't have to worry about protocol or anything."

Spencer let out a deep breath. They both kept staring at (Y/N), her breathing steady.

"Do you think she would make it?" He asked suddenly. Prentiss sighed, looking at (Y/N) lying in bed.

"She is the toughest girl I have known. That gives me enough hope." Spencer nodded. He would cling to that.

"Did you know she didn't want me to move in with her in Boston? I was so angry. I didn't see she still felt insecure about us. I thought everything was going okay. I'm so stupid," Spencer lamented. He should have known, and that made him feel guilty.

"No, you are not. But it's true that (Y/N) felt still vulnerable, and all the what-ifs lingering on her," Emily acknowledged, sipping her own coffee. Spencer turned to see her.

"She told you that?" Emily frowned, contemplating her answer.

"Not quite. But I know."

Spencer nodded, slumping on the chair.

"I love her, Emily. What can I do to make her come back?"

Spencer wasn't talking only about (Y/N) waking up. Things between them weren't on the highest note. Even if she could make it, what would it mean to them?

"The same you're doing since you got together again. With love, support, and communication. I don't know what else could work," Emily shrugged. "The wounds could still be there, but the constant reminder that you have each other will be helpful to heal. To both of you," she added.

And Prentiss was right. She had known Spencer and (Y/N) for years. She witnessed how they fell in love and the ups and downs throughout the past years. Their love wasn't something it could be underestimated.

Spencer spent that night by (Y/N)'s side. A doctor came the next morning to check on her. It was a good thing she didn't seize in the past hours. The danger wasn't entirely gone, but things were improving. A sense of relief washed over Spencer. Relief but anxiety, too, about what's coming next.

A whole day passed, and the team showed up to get updates on (Y/N). Some teammates from the Boston office came too. Spencer asked Emily to call (Y/N)'s sister, Sara. He didn't dare to do it himself.

That night Spencer didn't sleep again, even if his eyes were heavy and his body numb from the hours spent on that chair.

His mind wandered to the months at Milburn and how he was convinced (Y/N) would leave him. He thought about what Valerie told him days ago, about him making sure (Y/N) would never feel unworthy again. He didn't want (Y/N) to think like that.

It was almost dawn when the tiredness got Spencer. He closed his eyes, not leaving the grasp on (Y/N)'s hand as the slumber found him. His brain conjured a beautiful moment in his sleep: the time he proposed to her in Rossi's backyard.

'Are you okay?' (Y/N) asked Spencer when she noticed his leg bouncing under the table.

'Yeah. I'm okay,' Spencer lied. He was a nervous wreck. The velvet box was burning a hole in his jacket pocket. He tried to do it before dinner, but the words failed him. Why was it so difficult? He wanted to marry her. But if she says no? They have talked about it but never got serious before.

After dessert, the team was still at the table, laughing at Garcia's jokes. Spencer excused himself, got up, and walked to the backyard. He needed to do it now. He texted JJ and asked her to tell (Y/N) to go outside.

Worried that something was wrong with Spencer, (Y/N) showed up quickly and found him under dimmed lights that hung from the trees on Rossi's patio. When Spencer saw her, he reached out his hand to take hers and make her come closer.

'What's this?' She asked, confused.

'My poor attempt to make this proposal romantic,' he chuckled, pointing to the lights.

'What?'

‘(Y/N). I have been in love with you for ages. I told you that after I got shot, and I wasn't lying. This time we have been together proved to me that you are the love of my life. And I want to spend the rest of my days with you.' (Y/N)'s eyes widened when Spencer got down to one knee, revealing the velvet box with a ring inside.

'Will you marry me?'

The whole team watched from the glass doors and cheered when (Y/N) said yes, and Spencer put the ring on her finger. After all those years, it was happening at last.

Little did they know things wouldn't work like it was supposed to.

Still deep in sleep, Spencer had his body contorted with his head resting on (Y/N) 's mattress —an arm over her lap with his hand holding hers. Spencer's hair was a messy bird's nest, and his clothes were entirely wrinkled.

"You look like crap."

That voice brought Spencer to reality.

As he perked his head up, Spencer noticed a pair of half-lidded eyes looking at him. (Y/N) was awake. Tears began to stream from Spencer's eyes. They were happy tears but filled with pent-up stress from the last couple of days.

"Oh, God," he mumbled, kissing her hand and standing to give (Y/N) his full attention.

(Y/N) returned a weary smile. It was great to be alive, despite her aching body.

"How - how are you feeling?" Spencer stuttered, unsure if it was a good idea to ask but desperate to hear her voice again.

"Like someone beat the shit out of me, I guess?" (Y/N) paused to let out a deep sigh before continuing. "How bad is it?"

(Y/N) didn't know the extent of her injuries. She didn't figure out either how much time had passed since they found them in that basement.

"You will be okay. Everything will be okay. You need the rest, though. Your healing process depends on it," Spencer responded, not giving details about her wounds. The doctor would do that later.

(Y/N) nodded and cleared her throat, feeling her mouth dry. Spencer noticed and quickly grabbed a cup of water from the bedside table. He helped her to take a couple of sips.

"What happened after I-?" (Y/N) trailed off.

The memories from the days at Turpin's mercy were coming back in pieces. "How is Valerie?"

(Y/N) didn't know; she fainted before the SWAT team helped Valerie to remove her restraints. (Y/N) wasn't sure either how badly that psycho had beaten her.

"Valerie is fine; she was discharged yesterday," Spencer informed.

"And Turpin's body?"

(Y/N) wanted to get all the information she missed, but maybe it was too soon. Spencer thought that.

"Hey, take it easy. Let's talk about that later, okay?"

(Y/N) nodded. Spencer was right. Also, the pain medication surely was getting effect on her because her eyes were feeling heavy and her body weary.

"I feel dizzy," (Y/N) mumbled, half awake, half asleep.

"That's why you need to rest. I'll inform the doctor to check on you later, okay?" Spencer kissed her hand again. (Y/N) couldn't respond because she was already asleep.

It was reassuring to have seen her awake. Spencer felt like he could breathe again. He hoped things would go well from here, and the doctor could say everything was in order. Before going for her, Spencer stared at (Y/N) as she slept. To see her face all bruised and the wounds on her body hurt more than if he had been hit. If he could have protected her somehow. If only all this could have been avoided.

Slowly Spencer left the room, closing the door behind him. The silence was quickly replaced by someone angrily calling his name. When he looked up, he saw (Y/N)'s sister approaching swiftly, a nurse behind her.

"What the fuck are you doing here?!"

The question was quickly accompanied by a nudge towards Spencer's shoulder. Spencer's eyes broadened; he could see all the anger in Sara's eyes.

"Miss, you can't do that-" the nurse tried to stop Sara, but she wasn't listening. Spencer froze on the spot. What could he say? He was very aware Sara didn't like him, but seeing her in that state was something else.

"I asked you a fucking question! What are you doing here? It's me who needs to be here, not you," Sara interjected.

"Sara-" Spencer started, but she cut him off before he could say something.

"You are the one to blame. How is that my sister ends kidnapped with your mistress, uh? Wasn't everything you made her suffer in the past enough?"

"What? Sara, that's not what happened," Spencer tried to explain, but Sara was already too agitated to try to reason.

"No? Wasn't my sister who got the brunt for defending that bitch? Uh?"

Spencer's tongue got caught in his mouth. How the hell did Sara know all of that? Sara let out a sarcastic laugh.

"You weren't expecting me to know that, right? And no, Emily didn't tell me. She is your friend, after all. She wouldn't do it. But the police down there were kind enough to enlighten me."

Of course. There is always a way. How to explain to her the intricacy of the whole thing now? Spencer could try, but they needed a long talk to do that.

"It's not that way, Sara. I can explain what really happened, but not here. Can we talk in another place, please?" Spencer tried to guide Sara down the hall where the cafeteria was; they could have more privacy there.

"Don't touch me! And no, I don't need you to explain to me anything! I know enough. I can't believe you, really," she huffed, stepping back from him. "You are the worst thing that happened to her. I thought you were decent, but you're just another scumb."

"I love (Y/N)!" Spencer defended, and that was the last straw for Sara.

"Don't you dare to say that! You don't have the right!"

A security guard stepped between them before Sara could lunge at Spencer.

"Miss, stop! I said stop!" the guard said as he put Sara at a distance. "You need to come with me; you're not staying here," he added.

"What?!" Sara asked in disbelief. Spencer intervened before the guy could take Sara out.

"No, no. It's okay. She is right. She is the one who has to be here. It's Miss (Y/L/N)'s sister," he confirmed. "I'm leaving now. Please, let her see her sister," Spencer requested.

Not very convinced, the guard looked at the nurse, who nodded, confirming Spencer's information. Only then did Sara calm down, lowering her arms and taking a deep breath.

"Okay. But please, if you make another turmoil, I'll have to get you out of the hospital," the guard warned. Sara nodded, looking now at the nurse, who reacted quickly.

"This way, miss," she told her, leading Sara toward (Y/N)'s room. As they passed, she barely glanced at Spencer when she spoke, only for him to hear.

"I don't want you near to her. Leave her alone."

With (Y/N)'s sister and the nurse out of sight, the security guard turned to Spencer.

"Are you okay, sir?" he asked empathetically. Spencer nodded.

"Ye - Yeah. She's her family and has the right to be mad at me," he mumbled, stuffing his hands in his pockets. The guard gave him a tight slipped smile before excusing himself from continuing his job.

Spencer didn't notice his hands were shaking. It was more than Sara's outburst. The words coming from her mouth gave Spencer a sense of drowning. He was the one to blame.

When (Y/N) woke up again, she hoped to see Spencer by her side. But instead, she saw Sara sitting in the same chair Spencer had done before. She was reading a book.

"Sara?" she mumbled. Her sister looked at her, a smile creeping on her face.

"Hey, it's good to see you awake," she replied, placing the book beside her.

"How long have I been out?" (Y/N) asked, trying to shift into a comfortable position. Sara checked her watch.

"When I arrived, you were already asleep. Then the doctor came to check on you. So I would say twelve hours or so," Sara noted.

It didn't feel that long, according to (Y/N). Her body still felt numb, although she was more conscious of her movements and surroundings.

"What did she say?"

"The doctor? She said you are doing great, considering," Sara informed.

Should she ask for Spencer? (Y/N) already suspected why he wasn't there, though.

As (Y/N) didn't say anything, Sara felt the need to break the silence.

"Jeez (Y/N), what the hell happened? Emily called me, but she didn't mention any detail," her sister recounted. (Y/N) sighed. "I almost freaked out when the cops outside told me you were in this pavilion. Who did this, sis?"

For (Y/N), it was a semi-rhetorical question, but she felt the urge to answer.

"A misogynist son of the bitch," she murmured. "But it's okay. It's over," (Y/N) hastened to say, knowing Sara always hated her job, especially the fieldwork and its consequences. For (Y/N), it was evident Sara wanted to say something about it, but their conversation was cut off by a nurse who entered to check on her.

"Agent (Y/L/N). How are you feeling?"

The next hours were pretty much the same. (Y/N) still would dozen off quickly after waking up. From time to time, a nurse would come to take her vitals and fill her chart as her sister kept her company.

The following day, (Y/N)'s doctor did a new medical check. The results were good enough to allow her to be transferred to a new room in the non-critical patient ward.

(Y/N) was grateful for having her sister there but felt uneasy when the time passed and Spencer didn't show. She needed to talk to him but was afraid to ask.

The opportunity came when Prentiss visited her two days later.

"You look way better," Emily stated.

"Don't lie. I look like a fucking pushing ball," (Y/N) groaned.

"A pushing ball in a healing process," Emily corrected, chuckling. "What did the doctor say?"

"She says (Y/N) would be able to leave in a week or so," Sara - who was there too - responded.

"That's great!"

"Yeah. It will be a way long week, though," (Y/N) whined, sighing.

Emily sensed some of (Y/N) 's discomfort. And she suspected why too. Emily talked to Spencer, and he mentioned his no-friendly encounter with Sara. The question was if (Y/N) knew what had happened.

When silence settled in the room, (Y/N)'s sister realized maybe they needed some privacy.

"I'm going to grab a coffee. Want some?" She asked Prentiss.

"No, thank you. I'm fine."

Once Sara was out of sight, (Y/N) immediately shot the question.

"Okay. What happened? I know there is something with Spencer, but Sara won't tell me anything."

Emily shook her head, sitting on the bed's edge.

"Let's say Sara didn't take very well to seeing Spencer here under these circumstances."

"Where is he now?" (Y/N) asked worriedly. Emily chuckled.

"It's a little bizarre, to be honest. Spencer has spent the whole week here but hidden from Sara's sight. He talks to the nurses and your doctor as well, and they give him updates on your health state. The nurses love him because they find the whole situation like a modern version of Romeo and Juliet." (Y/N) chuckled. Bizarre asides, it was adorable.

"Emily, what should I do? Last time I checked, I wasn't a teenager." Prentiss nodded.

"I know. But Spencer doesn't want to be a problem for you knowing Sara is here. And, well, considering the things she said to him, he has been feeling very guilty."

(Y/N) frowned. She wasn't surprised about Sara's temper, but with her dislike for Spencer, the combination could be lethal.

"What did she say to him?"

"I don't think it's my position to tell you about it. It's your sister, (Y/N). You need to figure it out and ask her. And you have to decide how you want to get to terms in this matter."

Prentiss was right on that. Although the mess between Sara and Spencer, she was the one who needed to cut it off. (Y/N) loves her sister and appreciates her concern, but it was her life and her decisions, and she must know that.

Before Emily left, (Y/N) asked her a favor.

That night (Y/N) kept thinking about what she wanted to do. She decided to talk to Sara the next morning to clear things up. Sara should know what (Y/N) wanted for her life.

"Can we talk?" (Y/N) asked her sister when she peeked in that morning.

"Sure. What's it?" Sara grabbed a chair and sat close to (Y/N)'s bed.

"You already know," (Y/N) pointed. Sara huffed with discomfort, leaning back in the chair.

"It took you long enough."

"What happened, Sara?"

"What? Emily didn't tell you?"

"No, in fact, she didn't. And I want to hear it from you."

Sara nodded. After crossing her leg over her knee, she described what had happened when she saw Spencer in the hospital that afternoon.

"Was I too rough? Yes. Do I regret it? Not at all," Sara finished.

"It wasn't like that. That was my decision, Sara. And I know the outcome wasn't something pleasant to anyone, but Spencer doesn't have any blame for that," (Y/N) explained. Sara shook her head.

"You know I'm not only talking about you being kidnapped and tortured."

"About that, you know I decided to give it a try. I truly appreciate your concern and know you don't want me to get hurt again. But I love Spencer, Sara. And in the time we have been together, he earned my trust back. It's true I still had doubts, but they were because of my own insecurities. Valerie managed to get that to surface, and I never did o say anything to voice that feeling," (Y/N) chuckled to herself. "You know? It's the first time I admit it aloud, and I feel relieved."

"But Spencer was the one who brought Valerie into your life. Of course, he is responsible."

(Y/N) knew Sara was right in the facts, but her point was different.

"It could have been anyone at any time. Don't think I haven't thought about it," she tried to explain. Sara raised an eyebrow.

"And your conclusion?"

"I can't stay between four walls expecting not to be hurt again. Not if it means running away from the chance to be happy. Life is so fragile that I don't want to waste another minute running and hiding."

(Y/N)'s eyes filled with tears, and her heart with love for the man she knew was her forever. Her sister noticed. How couldn't she? It didn't matter if she disliked him; Spencer was de the man (Y/N) chose.

"He is a lucky bastard," Sara mumbled. (Y/N) chuckled.

"I know he'll agree with you," (Y/N) teased.

"If not, I'm going to kill him for real," Sara warned as (Y/N) shook her head. After some seconds of silence, (Y/N) spoke, giving puppy eyes to her sister.

"Can you call him, please?"

"What? I would prefer not to," she responded. (Y/N) pouted.

"Come on, it's what your beautiful sister wants. Please?"

Sara pressed her lips together, trying not to give in. (Y/N) narrowed her eyes to her.

"Sara, if you don't call him, I will get up from this bed and look for him myself," (Y/N) forewarned.

"What? You can't do that! You're injured, for God's sake," Sara shrieked.

"Sure I won't," (Y/N) defied, sitting in the bed, swinging her feet out of the covers.

"Hey, hey. Stop! Okay!"

(Y/N) halted her doing but looked at her sister with a raised eyebrow.

"I'll go to get him, okay? Just don't get up. I don't want to see you almost bare walking through the hospital corridors. Besides, maybe he is not here either."

"And whose fault would that be?" (Y/N) whined, and her sister rolled her eyes.

"I insist it's not a good idea, but who can change your mind anyway?" Sara huffed before leaving the room.

Emily wasn't joking when she told (Y/N) the nurses loved Spencer. They did check on him constantly in the corner of the waiting room where he spent most of the time. They warned him when (Y/N) 's sister was near, and in the past few days, they even allowed him to take naps in a room the doctors have on that floor for that very purpose.

He was doing precisely that when Ashley - one of the nurse's staff - woke him up.

"Doctor Reid? Someone wants to see you."

Thinking it could be Emily, he stood quickly and left the room, rubbing his eyes.

"Spencer?" Sara called. It wasn't a sweet tone but quiet enough not to make a fuss in the hospital corridor. Immediately Spencer opened his eyes and straightened his posture.

"Uh. Sara. Hey. I wasn't- I -" He stuttered, regaining consciousness. He wasn't expecting to see her, and considering her instructions to stay away, Spencer didn't want another fight.

"Don't. I don't want to hear it. I'm only here because she wants to see you," Sara cut him off.

"(Y/N) wants to-?" Spencer tried to follow Sara's words. She nodded, crossing her arms over her chest.

"That's what I said. And even if my better judgment still tells me I should kick your ass, I won't do something against my sister's wishes."

In that matter, Sara was right. She still didn't like Spencer and blamed him for many things that caused pain (Y/N). But despite that, she loves (Y/N) and respects her decisions.

Spencer nodded appreciatively in silence while straightening his clothes. Before Sara changed her opinion, he walked toward (Y/N)'s room.

(Y/N)'s lips formed into a smile when Spencer peeked through the door.

"Hey," he mumbled, closing the door behind him.

"Hey, Romeo," (Y/N) teased, shifting to a sitting position. Spencer chuckled, eyes to the floor, embarrassed.

"How are you feeling?" he asked shyly, not getting too close in case (Y/N) didn't want it. Sara's words still reverberated in his mind.

"Much better. The doctor said it would take some time, but I'm gonna be okay. But for what I was told, you already know that," (Y/N) commented. Spencer smiled, cheeks tinting in a red shade.

"Kind of. They told me you were getting better, but it's different when you say it."

A silence settled in the room. (Y/N) could see Spencer's reluctance to approach. With hands in his pockets, he stood there at a safe distance from her. (Y/N) knew why.

"Spencer, please, forgive Sara. She is having a hard time," (Y/N) tried to explain. Spencer bit his lower lip, nodding.

"I know. I know," he acknowledged. "She is not wrong, though," he added. (Y/N)'s eyes enlarged.

"What? No! In fact, she's wrong. You didn't kidnap me or beat me. It was Turpin," (Y/N) reasoned.

That was a fact, but (Y/N) already suspected it was more than that.

"That's the only thing we can blame another person for, but everything before? Sara hates me, and she is right," he voiced, averting his gaze from (Y/N)'s.

"Do you really think that?" She questioned, fearing the answer.

It was a conversation they needed to have. A conversation that was transpiring months way late and not in a better setting, but it has to be done.

"That your sister hates me, and she's right?" Spencer scoffed and posed like it was obvious.

"And you are the worst thing that could have happened to me. Because that's what she told you, isn't it?"

Spencer gulped hard. Those were Sara's words, indeed. Does he believe them, though? The most important thing: does (Y/N) believe them?

"Yeah. That. She is your sister; she must know and be right about that."

(Y/N)' s eyes softened. She recognized that look—the same look of self-deprecation and shrinking she had after Valerie's words that night at the bar.

"You can't really think that. And not because you cannot be able to sabotage yourself - a thing I know you do. You can't because it's not true."

Spencer downcasted his gaze. It was hard to believe he wasn't responsible for a brunch of (Y/N)'s painful moments.

"Damn it, Spencer! Some of the best days of my life have been with you!" (Y/N) blurted, trying to make her point. And in some way, she succeeded as Spencer's eyes met hers.

"But I hurt you. And I still do! I promised you not to. And I stupidly thought it was time to move forward when you weren't ready and still had doubts. What kind of boyfriend could I be if I can't notice that?"

His hands, previously tucked in his pockets, now ran through his hair. The gesture told (Y/N) how troubled he felt.

"Well. I didn't say anything, either," she indicated to erase some of the weight Spencer was putting on him.

"It doesn't matter, (Y/N). I should have known."

Spencer's arms slumped to his sides. He still wanted to torture himself because he felt he deserved it.

"And for that, you are going to give up?"

Those words made him frown in confusion. Give up what?

"Uh?"

(Y/N) sighed, reaching for his hand so he could come closer. Spencer hesitated for a second but then gave in, holding her hand and sitting beside her on the mattress. To feel her touch was strange and comforting at the same time.

"Spencer. We have been through a lot these months since we decided we could try this. And even if not everything has gone perfectly, God! I'm so glad we did!"

(Y/N)'s voice was filled with emotion. Recounting the past months, she felt nothing but happy about their time together.

"Me too! But I can't stop thinking I didn't do enough to fix what I broke when I pushed you away for Valerie."

(Y/N) shook her head, stroking Spencer's hand lovingly.

"Don't say that. You have done enough. The thing is, you can't expect to fix something like that on your own. Yeah, the reassurance helps, but it's not the only thing to be done. I mean, I always told you how therapy or talking to another person could help you confront what happened in jail. Still, it seems I didn't listen to my own advice," (Y/N) mused, bringing Spencer's hand to her lips to kiss it.

"What changed?" He asked, now playing with her fingers in his.

"When I was in that basement, at some point, I thought we wouldn't make it. And the fact I would never see you again almost broke me. I think that was an efficient wake-up call," (Y/N) explained, smiling sadly.

"I'm sorry. I should have been faster locating Turpin to save you from him," Spencer apologized, remembering the frustration during the hours they were in the dark on how to catch the unsub.

"You did save me, Spencer, even if you didn't pull the trigger."

Spencer tilted his head in confusion. How did he do that? (Y/N) noticed he didn't understand what she said.

"My mind focused on the most important moments we had shared. I conjured every memory that reminded me why I'm so in love with you. That kept me strong."

Spencer's eyes turned glassy. Jesus, the woman in front of him, went through hell in the past days and was there, alive and declaring her love for him. Did he deserve that?

"(Y/N), you're already the strongest woman I know. You did this by yourself," Spencer tried to refute as (Y/N) shook her head.

"Believe me. At some point, my inner strength wasn't enough. It's true when I tell you motivation is a powerful source. And you were mine. The chance to tell you 'I love you' and 'I trust you' encouraged me to survive," she meant.

"You do?" Spencer asked, almost choking with the tears he tried to keep at bay.

"Yes, my love. And I needed to tell you. I couldn't have died before that. I would never have forgiven myself if I didn't. I love you, and I trust you," (Y/N) declared, not breaking eye contact with Spencer. Now his tears ran free down his cheeks as he brought (Y/N) 's hand to his lips to kiss it. A gesture that told (Y/N) they were getting there.

"I love you, and I trust you, too," he murmured, lolling at the softness of her hand on his lips. "And I'm sorry if I made you think I didn't."

"It wasn't only about the possibility you could cheat or disrespect me. It was the idea you couldn't trust me about what you were feeling. Because we both know when things between us started to go down, and it was before Valerie," (Y/N) explained, and Spencer nodded in understanding.

"Jail," he filled in.

"Why didn't you tell me what was happening then? I asked myself that so many times, and my conclusion was you didn't trust me anymore. And that our love was dying. I feared it was the end. And then Valerie came into your life. Yeah, it could be easier to blame her for snatching you from me. But I kept silently blaming myself."

Spencer was about to say something, but (Y/N) didn't let him.

"Yes. We talked about it, and you explained why you pushed me away. But my mind kept lingering with the idea I wasn't enough for you. The box of all my insecurities exploded wide open. And that's why Valerie's words touched a nerve so deep in me."

Spencer's grasp of her hands tightened, trying to convey how badly he wanted to hold her and push away her insecurities.

"Valerie told me what she said to you that night. And it is the farthest from the truth. (Y/N), I wasn't tired of you. I wasn't expecting an excuse to leave you. I just wanted to keep you safe from the beast I thought I became. And I'm so sorry because now I can truly see how it hurt you," Spencer recognized.

"It's okay, Spencer. Things could be different now, or I least wish that," (Y/N) 's voice was hopeful. Spencer nodded eagerly.

"They could, and they will. I promise. I will do anything to spare you from feeling that again. Baby, I love you as I had never loved someone. You are the light of my life. My best friend, my lover, the person I want to be with for the rest of my life. And this time, love, it will be really at your pace," Spencer vowed.

(Y/N) grinned, feeling the butterflies erupting in her stomach. That was what she needed to take the leap of faith. No more running, no more hiding. Spencer mirrored her grin, rubbing her cheek lovingly. Their eyes were talking in silence and promising forever love.

"I would really love it if you kissed me now," (Y/N) whispered. Spencer chuckled.

"Yes, ma'am."

Slowly he leaned, tenderly cupping (Y/N)'s cheeks. She closed her eyes, breath picking up in anticipation. When their lips touched, every doubt and every insecurity melted away. And instead, the kiss made way for the fire that had always glowed between them. The flame that brought them together the first time has remained lit.

(Y/N)'s hands flew to grab Spencer's shirt. The sensation of his lips on her was so intense that she felt lightheaded.

They would have continued showing their love for each other if the need for breath hadn't been so strong. Several I love yous were blurted as they parted briefly before kept kissing.

At some point (Y/N) reluctantly ended the kiss to rest her forehead on his.

"I want to go home," (Y/N) mumbled, her eyes closed, basking in the feeling of Spencer's breath fanning her face.

Spencer leaned back a bit to look at her. His eyes softened. It was a fair wish, although that reminded him they were still in a long-distance relationship. But Spencer had already promised (Y/N) to go at her pace, so he didn't want to overwhelm her.

"You will, but you need to recover first," he pointed, caressing her cheek. (Y/N) sighed.

"Will you take me home?" she asked, looking at him hopefully. Spencer nodded.

"Of course. I will rent a car and drive us to Boston as soon as your doctor discharges you," he promised.

"No. Don't do that," (Y/N) requested. Spencer narrowed his eyes.

"Why not? The doctor will not allow you to fly yet," Spencer tried to reason.

"I know that," (Y/N) acknowledged. "I was talking about driving us to Boston," she clarified. Spencer was more confused now.

"(Y/N), you said you wanted to go home," he reminded her. (Y/N) smiled.

"Yeah. To go home, with you, in DC," (Y/N) explained. Spencer's eyes widened.

"What?! DC? You mean, as long as you can heal the injuries, right?" Spencer wanted to clarify. (Y/N) giggled, knowing Spencer wouldn't assume her real wish until she said it loud and clear.

"No, baby. I want to stay in DC as long as you'll have me. Spencer, I can't be away from you for another minute. I don't want to either. You're my home; our history and friends are in DC. That's my home."

"But- your life in Boston? Your job?" Spencer stuttered. (Y/N) grabbed his hands in hers and squeezed them.

"It doesn't matter. Believe me, none of that is something I want to keep. Not when my heart is with you," (Y/N) reassured. Spencer was still processing her words.

"Are- are you serious? We don't have to do this. I mean, I can be the one who could move to Boston," Spencer reminded her.

"I know. But there is no reason for me to stay there. Adrian was right; I went to Boston because I was running and hiding from what had happened. I don't have to do that anymore."

Spencer's confusion morphed into happiness.

"God, I love you," he blurted before trapping her lips in a sweet kiss. (Y/N) giggled into the kiss.

"I love you, too," (Y/N) responded once they parted. "And I really want this. Back then, we decided we could try, and against the odds, we made it. Now it's time to go home. Together. Please, take me home," she asked him with hopeful eyes. Spencer smiled and nodded.

"Let's go home then," he whispered before kissing her forehead.

They both were ready for the next chapter of their lives.

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dominustempori · 8 months ago

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Ghostbusters: Frozen Empire - my takes, thoughts and stuff I kinda got wrong

SPOILERS IF YOU HAVEN’T WATCHED THE MOVIE!!!

1) First off: things I definitely got wrong after thoroughly enjoying the teaser trailer…

James Acaster = NOT OSCAR BARRETT. Snarky scientist employed by Mr Zeddemore? Yes, absolutely. Anyone else get a slight Alan Tudyk vibe from his character?

Secret Society? Well, kind of? Not late 1890s but STILL Victorian era. And, why exactly would these “Adventurers” want to release a revenge-bent ancient deity? Because they can? For that matter, did they maybe kidnap Nadeem’s grandmother, or steal the orb from her? There’s so much more to her story (and presumably her family/predecessors in regard to keeping Garraka’s prison safe and hidden) we don’t know about…

On that note, Garakka wasn’t trying to escape the containment unit, he wanted to release all the ghosts within it (that the guys had caught AFTER 1984? after Peck originally turned it off? Gil, more details and context please!)

But I DID get Patton Oswalt’s character right! Li-freaking-brarian! And the whole “under-library?”Totally borrowed from the Video Game (Special Archives level!)

2) Couldn’t help these ideas, they just popped in there…and sort of in order of the movie’s chronology:

-How EXACTLY did Walter “Dickless” Peck go from the EPA to MAYOR OF NYC?!

-Darn that final edit! I liked the bit with “overruled! sustained!” from Paul and Finn.

-Couldn’t Winston have helped fix up the firehouse a LITTLE more over the last, what 2 years? I mean, it’s a business AND a single family home now!

-Also guessing they hauled as much of Egon’s equipment, tech and books as they could from Summerville to Manhattan, right?

-Love Janine being back and as sassy as ever…but mainly throwing in one-liners for the sake of exposition? Which I got a kick out of, don’t get me wrong, but they could’ve gone a little deeper with her character, possibly? Guess I’m still not happy with how much of Annie’s scenes got cut in “Afterlife…”

-Glad Callie’s embraced her Ghostbuster heritage. And look at her piloting that drone trap! Boom!

-OMG Phoebe. I have ALL the feels for her moreso than before. 15, frustrated, feeling isolated…and upping the acerbic sarcasm to 11…then doing something that very well could be read as, maybe more than purely experimental?, at least in my mind (look closely…when she gets into that extractor, her heart rate drops to 42 bpm). And what if something went wrong with the timer?

-And OMG when Melody double crossed her…was I the only one who thought they’d kiss, maybe? Anyone else think of that plot device from the newer DuckTales first season? Just me?

-Or did the orb and wax cylinder give anyone Venture Brothers season 3 vibes?

-Or how the “open rift over the firehouse to the spirit world” idea totally made me think of new Doctor Who, season 1?

-Oh yeah, Kumail is a fire MASTER, and NOT a Fire BENDER!

-One more: NARNIA AND MIDDLE EARTH JOKES!!!

Damn, I need a part 2 after all these pop culture mentions. I’ll pick this up tomorrow.

Peace out, Ghostheads!

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rejectedbad · 9 months ago

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Rejected Bad: Kung-Fu

The following is a rejected script from an early season of Breaking Bad.

INT. METH LAB - DAY

Walter White, a middle-aged high methamphetamine manufacturer turned crowbar wielding cannibal, and Jesse Pinkman, his only true friend, are working in their bustling meth lab. They exchange worried glances as they receive a disturbing phone call.

JESSE: (voice trembling) Hey, Mr. White, we got a problem, man. There's this rival dude who knows freakin' Kung-Fu or something, talkin' about messin' with us.

Walter carefully considers this information, his mind racing with possible solutions.

INT. LOS POLLOS HERMANOS - DAY

Walter and Jesse sit across a table from Gus Fring, the impeccably dressed, polite, owner of the fast-food chain Los Pollos Hermanos.

GUS: (rubbing his chin) A rival with martial arts skills is indeed a threat to our operation. But there may be a way to counter.

Walter and Jesse exchange confused expressions, not expecting this response.

WALTER: (excitedly) What- what are you thinking, Gus?

Gus leans in, his eyes filled with resolve.

GUS: Chicken fighting. An ancient art that we shall master. It not only requires precision and bravery but also temperance and strategy. I will teach you. Train you to fight like a chicken.

Walter and Jesse share a bewildered glance, unsure if Gus is serious or if he's testing them.

INT. GUS FRING'S HIDDEN TRAINING FACILITY - DAY

Walter, Jesse, and Gus stand in a hidden training facility filled with elaborate obstacle courses, chicken noises, and feathers. Gus, dressed in a chicken-themed robe, demonstrates a series of chicken-like moves.

Gus clucks and pecks at the air mockingly.

GUS: (repeating) The chicken does not fear its opponent; it studies, bides its time, and strikes when the moment is right.

Walter and Jesse reluctantly attempt to mimic Gus's chicken-inspired moves, their faces filled with a mix of determination and absurdity.

INT. ABANDONED WAREHOUSE - NIGHT

Walter and Jesse stand across from a masked figure, intimidating, known to them as their Kung-Fu rival. They have finally accepted the challenge, their chicken-like training on display.

Jesse clucks under his breath, trying to keep a straight face.

WALTER: (with confidence) Alright, let's do this.

The rival lunges forward, displaying a semblance of Kung-Fu skill. Suddenly, Walter smirks, holding up a crowbar hidden behind his back.

WALTER: (teasingly) You know, all this chicken stuff was never our style.

In one swift motion, Walter strikes the rival square in the face with the crowbar, sending him crashing down. The rival's mask falls off, revealing a whimpering individual, far from what they expected.

JESSE: (grinning) Guess he was all cluck and no chicken.

Walter and Jesse exchange high-fives, victorious and relieved that their unexpected training wasn't necessary after all.

FADE OUT.

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its-yours-truly · 5 months ago

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Introduction

What's up, boys, gurls, and non-binary squirrels! I'm Bre, and I run this blog because I got bored. I actually have a really old Tumblr called @rxinyvibes but for some reason I made a whole new Tumblr. Don't ask. I made that blog when I was like 11 <- I'm turning 15 on July 7 2024. Down below is some trivia about me and the rules for my blog.

Trivia

I am a content creator with a little over 300 subscribers ->

I'm a cancer zodiac!!

Not a Swiftie, but likes some of her music

Aspire to be a bakery owner and writer when I am older

I was in a pageant once. We don't discuss it.

I enjoy gaming

My favorite fandoms are MCYT, Ghostbusters, TMNT, Sonic, & ATSV

I craft. A lot.

Theater for life <3

Pro Life.

Pro Israel.

Right-Wing Conservative.

My other blogs: @asktobigrayson @ask-evelyn-rose @ask-walter-peck

Rules

I'm a minor, please do not private message me if you are over 18 calling me beautiful. I will block you.

I am a shitposter sometimes, so my posts and reblogs are random. I am not organized & consistent

I avoid politics as much as possible, so please do not bring them up. Politics splits people apart, and I'd hate for that to happen because we don't align politically.

I do not support abusers, or anyone under that alignment.

I make references sometimes.

Do not bully anyone on my page.

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primatechnosynthpop · 8 months ago

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Since people seem to like this au here's some details (subject for me to change my mind about on a whim)

Falin is still working on getting a degree when the others form the monsterbusters[?] She wants to join them and would be willing to drop out to do so right away, but Marcille insists she should finish her degree first (which would take another year or so) and then she can join them

Before they get fired from the university, Marcille sees her goal of finding a cure for aging as perfectly reasonable compared to Laios's interest in cryptozoology. She doesn't see why she can never get funding or anyone signing up for her focus group tests

Senshi works at a restaurant on campus, but he gets fired along with the others because their first monster encounter results in some property damage of the university's basement

Izutsumi only ended up as their secretary because her parents/guardians basically forced her to get a job, and she thought working for what sounded like a scammy business that was never going to last would be an easy way to make a few bucks. Not like they'd ever get any legitimate calls, right? She doesn't take the job seriously at all even when the calls do start rolling in, much to her employers' frustration

Chilchuck is initially supposed to be a temporary hire until Falin officially joins, but he ends up providing the real-world experience the team really needs and thus staying on as a permanent member

Shuro is the Louis analogue, and unlike Dana, Falin feels pressured to accept when he invites her to a party (at his father's house in this case). That's the event she's getting ready for when the dragon nabs her

When Falin goes dragon mode, Shuro is simultaneously turned into a harpy. They don't talk when they're possessed, instead behaving in fully animalistic ways, and the way they come together is by literally fusing into a chimera

The EPA is made up of the Canaries but also Kabru as the Walter Peck analogue. He's embroiled in some complex political drama where he's trying to bring the organization down from the inside, but this would only be vaguely hinted at because all our leads know or care about is that he's coming in and trying to shut their business down

Rather than the reagan-era "don't worry about the environment, businesses don't need regulations" rhetoric, noted environmentalist Senshi tries at length to explain that all their equipment is environmentally sound and it's the ghosts/monsters they capture, which are essentially invasive species, that pose a risk to the environment. The canaries don't listen but at least he tries

The Winged Lion is the Gozer analogue, natch. It only feels right that the climax should take place in a dungeon-adjacent setting, so they duke it out in a basement several floors below ground rather than on a roof

Thistle is/was the Ivo Shandor analogue. He probably has more of an active presence here, but it might be akin to Shandor's appearance in afterlife where he shows up only to get immediately wrecked by the lion

Laios accidentally picks his ultimate monster design as the form of the destructor, because even when told to empty his mind, he can't help thinking-- if a monster was going to appear to destroy the world, what's the coolest and strongest monster it could possibly be? (This does mean technically the last in the set of drawings I posted is inaccurate, nobody's getting soaked in marshmallow here, just good old-fashioned monster viscera)

#crossover au ideas tag

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coffee-n-bagels-comic-universe · 1 year ago

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Brainwaves Bios: Walter Peck (1984)

E.P.A Representative Walter Peck

A representative of the Environmental Protection Agency, or so he claims. He's highly sceptic and cynical, especially toward Peter.

"Forget it, Venkman!"

Name

Full Legal Name: Walter Maverick Peck

First Name: Walter

Meaning: From the Germanic name 'Waltheri' meaning 'Power of the army', from the elements 'Walt' 'Power, Authority' and 'Heri' 'Army'.

Pronunciation: WAWL-ter

Origin: English, German, Swedish, Norwegian, Danish, Polish, Italian, Germanic

Middle Name: Maverick

Meaning: Derived from the English word 'Maverick' meaning 'Independent'.

Pronunciation: MAV-a-rik

Origin: English

Surname: Peck

Meaning: Occupational name for a maker of pecks (Vessels used as peck measures), derived from Middle English 'Pekke'

Pronunciation: PEHK

Origin: English

Titles: Agent, Mr

Nicknames: Wally, Walt, Wat, Dickless, Weasel, Pencil Neck

Characteristics

Age: 37

Gender: Male. He/Him Pronouns

Race: Human

Nationality: American Citizen. Born in America

Ethnicity: White

Birth Date: July 30th 1947

Sexuality: Straight

Religion: Christian

Native Language: English

Known Languages: English, (Some) Spanish, (Some) Japanese

Relationship Status: Single

Astrological Sign: Leo

Actor: William Atherton

Geographical Characteristics

Birthplace: Cutchogue, Long Island, New York

Current Residence: Central Park West, New York, New York

Appearance

Height: 6'0" / 183 cm

Weight: 200 lbs / 91 kg

Eye Colour: Brown

Hair Colour: Ginger

Hair Dye: None

Body Hair: Hairy

Facial Hair: Full Beard

Tattoos: (As of Jan 1984) None

Piercings: None

Scars: None

Health and Fitness

Allergies: None

Alcoholic, Smoker, Drug User: Social Drinker, Smoker

Illnesses/Disorders: None Diagnosed

Medications: None

Any Specific Diet: None

Relationships

Affiliated Groups: E.P.A / Environmental Protection Agency (Employee)

Friends: Allison Wada

Significant Other: None (Crush: Allison Wada)

Previous Partners: None of Note

Parents: Patrick Peck (70, Father), Amelia Peck (69, Mother, Née Dahl)

Parents-In-Law: None

Siblings: Marshall Peck (43, Brother), Roger Peck (40, Brother)

Siblings-In-Law: None

Nieces & Nephews: Nicholas Peck-Royale (18, Nephew), Richard Peck-Owens (18, Nephew)

Children: None

Extras

Level of Education: Bachelor's Degree in Management & English

Occupation: Enforcement Agent

Employer: The Environmental Protection Agency (E.P.A)

Expertise:

Knowledge of the E.P.A's Codes & Ethics

Outgoing

Charming when he wants to be

Faults:

Egotistical

Weasel-like Personality

Can be an absolute dick

Backstory: Walter Peck was concerned and suspicious with the wild stories about the Ghostbusters generated by the media and the EPA wanted to assess the Ghostbusters' operations for any possible environmental impact, such as the presence of noxious, possibly hazardous waste chemicals created by the Storage facility that the Ghostbusters used to house their captured spirits. Peck met with Peter Venkman and things quickly became heated. Peck demanded to see the Containment Unit or he would be back with a court order. Peter goaded him to get a court order and threatened to sue him for wrongful prosecution.

#Brainwaves #ghostbusters 1984 #ghostbusters #walter peck #Walter Peck

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king-mera · 2 years ago

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3, 4 and 8 and referring to GB for the ask thingy if that's okay

Sure thing!

Fandom Ask

3 - A character I want to carry around in a little jar and study like a bug:

“Nameless” from Ghostbusters: Spirits Unleashed is an intriguing one. I am curious to know what his deal is. Who is he? Where did he come from? Is he a hint at what’s to come in future DLC for the game? He seems like a weak ghost but Tobin says that he’s the harbinger of something much worse. Fortunately for me, he’s already in a jar!

Now if we could just figure out why the hell Peter kept him in a taped up ghost trap under his bed for 30 years… (How much you wanna bet it was Dana who found it?)

4 - A character I couldn’t care less about:

Hard to pick, honestly. I find most of the characters in GB franchise to be interesting in some way! I guess if I had to choose, Jack Hardemeyer is one character I could do without. He’s basically Walter Peck 2.0 with even less charm. I always got the vibe that Walter was just a guy trying to do his job without fully understanding what he was getting himself into and the IDW comics followed through with that by giving him a redemption arc of sorts. Jack on the other hand, just comes across as an asshole who hates the Ghostbusters. He lied about them and threw them in a psych ward, for goodness sake!

Too bad they cut the scene where the slime killed him.

8 - The character with the greatest wasted/unexplored potential:

*Bangs pots and pans together* Lucky from Ghostbusters Afterlife!!! I’ve ranted about this before, but I find Lucky really interesting. Imagine living in the middle of nowhere your whole life, always hoping to leave and find some adventure, only for adventure to find you once it’s revealed that your hometown is the epicenter for the apocalypse! There’s just so much potential for character development there and I’d love to see it explored. Not to mention it’s possible they interacted with Egon before he died. I have to wonder what conversations they might’ve had during slow days at the Diner. Lucky having so little screen time and spending a good chunk of the climax being possessed are my only big issues with Afterlife, which is one of my favorite movies otherwise. I hope they have a bigger role in the next movie!

I want to mention Janosz too since he appeared in the IDW comics briefly, but didn’t get to do much outside of being tormented by supernatural forces some more. I feel sorry for him to be honest. Even if he was a bit of a creep to Dana I feel like he could become a better person if given the chance.

#ask #anon #ask meme #ghostbusters #ghostbusters spirits unleashed #lucky domingo #jack hardemeyer #janosz poha #thanks!!#I hope I can articulate my thoughts well #still accepting if anyone wants to send more

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ariel-seagull-wings · 1 year ago

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101 CADETS

@bixiebeet @spengnitzed

The 101 Cadets are participants in the Ghostbusters 101 program, a fantasy camp structured to simulate the experience of being a Ghostbuster.

“After a bust on Coney Island concluded with Psychomagnotheric Slime raining down on the neighborhoods, the Ghostbusters and the Paranormal Contracts Oversight Commission faced a fine so large from the EPA, they would be bankrupted. During a meeting, Peter Venkman pitched a fantasy camp that simulated the ghostbusting experience with the dual purpose of headhunting and getting back to expansion franchises. Walter Peck was surprisingly intrigued and asked Peter to tell him more. The Ghostbusters 101 program was based out of the Warehouse in Red Hook, Brooklyn. A large ionized cube was constructed inside the building where cadets could practice capturing a low-level ghost with throttled equipment. If any cadets displayed any potential, they would be given the option of buying into a recruiting program and even have the chance for possible placement as a full-time Ghostbuster in a franchise. A commercial was filmed with the Ghostbusters and support staff. The Firehouse's 1-800-555-2368 phone number was used as a point of contact. The minimum age of applicants was set at 17 years old. Participants in the 101 program were also given access to several perks. Cadets are entitled to 5% off Ray's Occult Books' book-of-the-month club and copies of Egon Spengler and Ray Stantz' updated and condensed version of Tobin's Spirit Guide were made available. A certificate of completion was awarded to cadets who completed the program. The certificate clarified it didn't entitle its bearer to Proton Pack use.”

#ghostbusters #idw ghostbusters #comic books #erik burnham

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dutchessofcaladan · 8 months ago

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Ghostbusters: Soul Resurgence

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3! This chapter's gonna be a bit more exciting than the last 2. We're also getting a new character! Once again, hope you guys enjoy and as always, a big thank you to @phantomoftheparadise0002 for beta-reading this!

Summary: When the spirit of Sumerian sorceress Ahassunu, daughter of Vigo, possesses Alexis, the Ghostbusters must band together to determine the fate of the world

TW: Some language, paranormal violence, major character death (don't hate me)

Translation for Sumerian:

Ma me nekel, ma su petu inu sessu kunkkum, ma annitu, rabum girabum. Ma inu utu emu salmu kima labasu, ma ina nanna emu kima saleme. Ma inu tamtu samsum isatum ma inu elenu maqatu:

And I looked, and he opened the sixth seal, and behold, there was a great earthquake. And the sun became as black as sack cloth, and the moon became as blood.

Ina nabu sina basu daku…dayyanum suluppu:

The prophecy to be fulfilled...judgment day

Alka:

Come

Taking another sip from his drink, Elis sighed, pulling out his phone. Jumping as it began to ring, he quickly answered.

“Hey, Ray.” He sighed again. “I was just about to call you. Do you have any idea where Alex is? I've called her five times already.” He froze, hearing Ray inform him about what had been going on. Quickly paying his tab, Elis raced to his car.

Arriving at the Firehouse, Elis immediately went inside, causing everyone to stop mid-movement. “What the hell happened?!” He shouted. “One minute I'm sitting in a bar, thinking my girlfriend of 3 years somehow forgot our anniversary, and the next I'm being told she's been possessed by some ghost and is going around blowing up buildings around New York.”

“Dr. Cristiano,” Ray said in an attempt to calm Elis’ nerves, “we have everything under control.” He sent him a reassuring smile.

“Under control? What do you mean?” Elis could feel his heart beginning to race.

Heaving his pack into the Ecto-1, Ray explained, “We’ll restrain her using our packs while Phoebe and Lars fire up the PSD-”

“PSD?” Elis asked, feeling lost.

“Portable Separation Device. All admit, it's not a very snappy name but-”

“Separation device?!” Elis nearly screamed. “What the hell are you going to do to her?!”

Ray sighed, putting a hand on the young man’s shoulder in an attempt to calm his ever increasing anxiety. “To even have a chance at saving Alex, we would need to separate the spirit from her.”

Elis nodded. “So, it’s safe, right? You’ve used this thing before?”

The look on Ray’s face was enough to cause Elis’ anxiety to return three-fold.

"My God, you haven’t even tested it, have you?!” His eyes were wide with fear.

“Well, no-” Ray began, not wanting to lie to him.

Quickly pulling his shoulder from the older man’s grasp, Elis’ hands flew to his hair, frantically running through the short strands. Blinking tears from his eyes, he asked, “So, so you have no idea if this thing will end up killing her?” He whimpered.

“No.” Ray admitted, no longer able to maintain eye contact.

The pained whimper that left Elis shattered the hearts of the team as they stood, stock still, only Janine going to comfort him.

“We’re gonna get her back.” She soothed, running a hand up and down his back as his tears dampened her jumpsuit. Turning back to the rest of the Ghostbusters, her gaze switching from one to another until it landed on Ray, who’s eyes now glistened with fresh, unshed tears. “Fight like hell and bring her back.” She commanded, voice faltering slightly.

Ray nodded, heading towards his bike as the rest headed to the Ecto.

The street had become complete chaos. People had abandoned their cars in the middle of the street and had begun to run in an effort to survive.

“Alka.” Alex commanded, her voice echoing in their heads.

The commotion ceased as the crowd turned and followed the order they’d been given. Slowly lowering herself to the ground, she began to speak.

“Ma me nekel, ma su petu inu sessu kunkkum, ma annitu, rabum girabum. Ma ina utu emu salmu kima labasu, ma ina nanna emu kima saleme. Ma ina tamtu samsum isatum ma ina elenu maqatu.” Looking out at the crowd, she smirked, enjoying that she had 100s under her control. “Ina nabu sina basu daku…dayyanum suluppu.”

“Dayyanum suluppu.” The crowd repeated.

With a raise of he hands, the souls of the crowd fled their bodies, transferring their life-force to Alex. Just as the ritual had finished, the siren of the Ecto-1 could be heard approaching fast. Watching as the car screeched to a stop a few blocks away, Alex became intrigued.

Firing up their packs, they created a barrier between Alex and the Ecto, where Phoebe and Lars continued to work on the PSD.

Stepping to the front of the group, Ray began to speak.

“Alexis!” He commanded.

Her sneer turned to him, slowly morphing to a smirk.

“In the name of the city, county, and state of New York, I command you under the National Invasive Species Act to depart this world immediately and return to your place of origin or to the nearest parallel dimension.”

This time, there were no snide remarks from Peter. No jokes. Each member of the Ghostbusters knew the severity of the situation. The power that this spirit had was unlike anything they’d seen before. Not in Garraka. Not in Vigo. Not even in Gozer.

Alex’s smirk grew as she began to levitate.

“Light ‘em up on 3! 1! 2!”

Before Ray had even finished the countdown, Peter had fired his pack.

The group stared in shock as, with a wave of her hand, Alex froze the proton stream in place.

The world went silent, seemingly moving in slow motion as she curled the stream back towards Peter.

Before anyone could react, a strangled noise left him as the white-hot energy stream ran through his chest.

“Venkman!” Ray shouted, catching him in his arms as Winston shut off the stream. Applying pressure to the wound in a vain attempt to save his friend, he watched through tear clouded eyes as Alex watched with a malicious glint in her eyes before flying off.

#ghostbusters #ghostbusters fandom #ray stantz #peter venkman x daughter!oc #peter venkman #ray stantz x neice!oc #winston zeddemore #janine melnitz #possible louis tully #possible walter peck #phoebe spengler #trevor spengler #callie spengler #gary grooberson #lars pinfield #self insert #ghostbusters x oc

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leam1983 · 2 years ago

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Random Thought

Is there anything better than noisy kisses?

Sarah's the quiet type, maybe adding in the occasional intake of air; but Walter's a growler and a moaner. It makes each kiss feel like a verbal statement, or colors them uniquely. There's the mostly silent kisses I get in the morning, and then there's the hungry, noisy liplocks that speak to his rising need and hunger. They speak to so much appreciation of the moment as they happen that it's made practically all other kisses feel a little cheap to me, in comparison.

It makes me wish that loud liplocks weren't quite so awkward, out in the open; there's nothing quite as frustrating than to stick to stealthy pecks when we both know we're massively turned on and could possibly have at it on the nearest car's hood, if it weren't for basic propriety.

#thoughts #romance #gay

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ecandjamesvpjournal · 1 year ago

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If this was a universe that included the Ghostbusters, and they were franchising, Gotham would’ve had them there, interfearing with League of Shadows businesss. But it’s a bit of a surprise that Bruce decides to call them.

GB1: Ghostbusters: Gotham Division. We’re Ready to Believe You! How can we help?

Bruce: Uh, yes. I’m in need of help dealing with something called liminals.

From there, the Ghostbusters arrive and give a physical examination to the students and Bruce’s kids as well as Bruce, Alfred, and Mrs. Clark. From there, one of them pulls out a lab coat and starts teaching both the adults and kids about ecto-biology and the concept of liminals. This surprises everyone, as they didn’t think that the GBs were scientists.

GB1: Now, anyone know about the dimensions where the ghosts come from?

Danny: *raises hand* The Infinite Realms

GB1: That is but one of them in all honesty. The Infinite Realms is a nexus reality, were all possible worlds can exist, as well as doorways to other worlds.

GB2: *Checking over Jason* Jack, this young man’s ectoplasm is tainted.

GB1: Really Dr. Bones?

Jason: Well, I was reborn in the Lazarus Pit

*All four Ghostbusters look in shock.*

GB1: Were you involved with the League of Shadows?

Bruce: Why, what do you know?

This could lead to the Ghostbusters helping in legal affairs dealing with GIW, since they have 1) Walter Peck of P-COC (Paranormal Contracts Oversight Committee), and 2) they end up getting the Batman and later the Justice League involved with the Anti-Ecto laws.

Other ideas involved include:

Jason having his ectoplasm purified using various methods, which calms his core.

The discovery of their scientific equipment, which is meant to capture and contain the ghosts, not destroy them (as it would break the laws of thermodynamics, as they claim)

A brief moment of battle between the GIW and the Ghostbusters.

Short DPXDC Prompts #744

Jason doesn’t want to bring Lancer anywhere near his nightlife and Lancer is perfectly fine with that. Lancer manages to convince Jason into some martial arts and combat training to defend his students if need be. It’s pretty concerning how often he has to use said training.

#jason/lancer #dpxdc #bones prompts #they're cute goshdarn it!!!#danny phantom #ghostbusters #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc x gb #paranormal

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manfromtheepa · 6 years ago

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#Walter....you can’t possibly win this...#walter peck #ray stantz #egon spengler #peter is hiding #winston zeddemore #ghostbusters

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mystic-shadows42 · 3 years ago

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Opposites Attract

A/N: Third person POV. This is a short story but it’s something to make up for my writer’s block.

Word counter: 1,428

Warnings: Language

“Hey, who’s Marshall talking to?” One co-worker asked jutting their chin out to the others as they all looked towards Walter on the phone. “He’s been on the phone since we got here.”

They were all curious to know who he’d been talking to for so long. All they’ve ever experienced with Marshall was brief responses with pointed looks. Anyone who could tolerate talking to him for more than five minutes was truly someone they deemed admirable.

He was as intimidating as they come.

“We know, Marshall is as secretive as they come and quite frankly he scares me.” One person piped up as they took a sip of their drink. Some even shuddered thinking of their own experiences with the brute of a man.

“He scares us all.” Another concluded while everyone nodded in agreement. They all stood out of his way whenever possible.

“He’s probably talking to his girlfriend.”

“Girlfriend?” One spoke up astounded. “Marshall having a fuck buddy I can believe but a girlfriend, no, no way. I don’t believe it.”

“Shh shhh, here he comes.”

All of them went silent and drank their drinks or pretended not to look but Walter had noticed them staring earlier. They were obvious in their snooping and their loud chatter was no better. He stopped in front of their table raising his brow.

“What’s the problem?”

They all garbled and fumbled with their words as their conversations overlapped trying to come up with an excuse.

“They were just wondering who you were talking to,” Rachel spoke confidently.

He looked at her then the rest of them. His eyes seemed to have landed on every single person making them feel uncomfortable. He said nothing. He only looked down at his phone once it pinged with a message. He read it then left abruptly causing everyone to breathe a sigh of relief.

All of their heads turned when they saw Marshall opening the door for a woman walking through the corridor. She wore glasses and was dressed in a bright red skirt and a white blouse. They all thought it was odd just seeing you next to Marshall. He was carrying your purse and a box which just looked comical to the others.

For the first time, they actually saw Walter smile. Not at them but at you. He walked you over and set down the stuff he carried placing his now unoccupied hand on your lower back. He clicked his tongue not quite sure how to start off the introductions so he went right into it.

“This is my girl.” After Walter introduced you everyone’s eyes practically popped out of their sockets. You shyly raised your hand and waved before pushing your glasses back.

“I have to use the restroom. I’ll be right back.” You pecked Walter’s lips then grinned at his co-workers before heading to the bathroom. Walter watched your form retreating away then as soon as the restroom doors closed his stoic expression came back.

“I didn’t want her to come but she did. She baked so take a bag home and be grateful for all the hard work she put into it.” Walter said it monotonously but in a serious manner that no one dared to laugh or ask if he was actually serious. They didn’t want to test him so they all took a nice-looking bag full of goodies and placed it in front of them as they looked through it.

When you came back from the restroom you took a seat beside Walter and cuddled up to his side as if it were the most natural thing you’d do when you two were alone but amongst his co-workers, it was odd and so unlike him. He wrapped his arm around you and pulled you closer.

The scene of you two looked strange in their eyes but nonetheless cute. You seemed to warm his cold heart and it showed.

“So what do you do?” A co-worker asked curiously. They all wanted to know more about you. The mysterious woman looked to be the complete opposite of the man they worked with. Everything about Walter was always secretive and kept private. Besides his name and where he worked they knew nothing else about him. Most were too scared to even strike a conversation with the intimidating man you called yours.

“I’m a kindergarten teacher.” Eyebrows were raised, eyes blinked, and ears were trying to be popped to see if their hearing was right. “I know what you’re all thinking. A kindergarten teacher and a detective don’t mix but Walter is one of a kind. He’s everything I’m not. Brave, confident, and straightforward. He makes the world a safer place for everyone else and I think he has trouble accepting that type of gratitude.”

Your eyes remained on Walter as you spoke never breaking contact. He never liked the attention of others or receiving gratitude but you’d give it anyway.

“It’s my job.” He said back to you.

You raised your hand gently cupping the side of his cheek.

“I know but your passion and dedication to your cases show how good of a man you are.”

Everyone watched as Marshall allowed you to play with his wavy hair then trace your finger over his beard before his attention focused back on the batch of people watching you both. They all cleared their throats and looked away.

“So how’d you two meet?”

“Well,” you spoke with a prominent smile on your face. “It’s quite funny actually. We got into an argument over a parking spot, well my parking to be honest.” While you told the story Walter watched you and brushed your hair back, not caring who was watching. He was smitten for sure. “He waited until I got out of the store just to tell me that I was parked over the line so he couldn’t open his door to get in his truck. Which he could’ve used the other side to get in.” You playfully looked over to Walter to see him roll his eyes and shake his head.

“I wasn’t about to go through the trouble of going in on the passenger side when the driver’s side is there for a reason.”

“Anyways he was ranting and raving and being selfishly rude meanwhile I had been having a bad day. So I cussed him out.”

Walter sat up readjusting his arm around your shoulders. “She tried.”

You swatted at his chest and continued. “I make it a point to not cuss especially since I work with children and hardly care for that type of language so some of it came out....a bit more comical than what I was going for.”

Walter narrowed his brows recalling what exactly you had said that day. Remembering it quite clearly. It was the moment he knew he had to have you in his life.

“She said ‘fuck you, you motherfucker. You rude ass son of a bitch. Wait, that was too rude. I’m not mad at your mother. I’m mad at you. Asshole. Damn you for making me cuss.” Walter cocked his head with wide eyes to prove his point that he was probably more confused than offended when that happened. Walter picked up his beer and took a long drink before he continued. “That’s when I asked her out.”

Eyes now looked to you when Walter gave no indication of continuing the story.

“I said no, of course. Then I kept seeing him at that same store in the same spot at the exact time I was there.”

It was silent for a moment then someone spoke. “You realize Marshall was probably stalking you.”

“I wasn’t.”

“He was.”

You and Walter spoke at the same time. You both looked at each other locking gazes. “I know we’re completely different but I love that about us. He’s daring and bold and I’m sweet and caring. We make up for what the other lacks so I’m hoping our little one will inherit both of our traits.”

You rubbed the small bump of your stomach smiling when Walter looked down and placed his own hand over yours getting those goosebumps on your arms that never ceased since you met him.

“Little one? Wait, you’re pregnant.”

You gave an obvious, “yeah. Did Walter not tell everyone at the office?”

“No, not exactly.”

“Well do you know that we’ve been married for years now?”

From their obvious shock, you gave Walter a look. “Figures. He’s very private about things.” While everyone was basking in shock Walter kissed your lips then gave a smooch on your forehead. He moved closer to your ear and whispered, “I love you so much.”

It made you smile because on the outside looking in people wouldn’t have known how much this man loved you but in private, he was the most caring and loveable man you’ve ever met. He loved his daughter from his first marriage and he was beyond ecstatic and nervous, but happy nonetheless to go through it again only this time with you.

#Walter Marshall #Walter Marshall x reader #Walter Marshall imagine #Walter Marshall x you #Walter Marshall fluff #Walter Marshall Night Hunter #Night Hunter #Henry Cavill characters #Walter Marshall Henry Cavill

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