#posted while watching my subway leaving the station

[reidswrld]

me & you together song.

❛ i’ve been in love with her for ages, and i can’t seem to get it right. ❜

spencer reid x reader.

summary: you’ve always assumed spencer reid’s love language was acts of service. flowers left at your desk. notes written only to you. every tuesday, he gave you your favorite bagel from downtown. you knew he was like this with the rest of the team, too. you didn’t sweat it. you were focused on your job, and your job only. but when multiple instances occur over the course of a case, it’s hard to ignore both of your feelings for each other.

tags: grumpy fem!character x sunshine!spencer reid, friends to lovers, everyone knows but them, the bau literally bets when they’ll get together, no use of y/n, afab character, found family if you squint hard enough, spencer’s obsessed with her but won’t admit it to the public (the public is morgan), based on me & you together song by the 1975 btw, i wrote this while eating a doritos loco taco

word count: 2k

notes: i asked my best friends to give me a character and a trope. happy first post!

When you first landed the job as an agent at the Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI, you first told yourself not to get too attached. This was a job, after all. A career. A high risk one, that could end in fatalities and wounds that might never heal, cuts that will always bleed for the rest of eternity. Once you made it clear to yourself that you were to be civil with your coworkers —close enough to be friendly, but not enough to go out for drinks on Saturday nights— and most important of all, do your job, and do it damn well, you poured yourself a glass of wine and watched the rest of the season of the sitcom you’ve been meaning to finish.

However, with all of the ups and downs your job gave you, it could not have allowed for you to expect the boisterous chaos that were your coworkers. They welcomed you in not only with open arms, but open minds. They respected your boundaries, your ideas, everything about you. Your attempt at remaining just civil became useless after months, but looking back, how could you have tried any longer? Penelope gave you a big kiss on the cheek every week, exclaiming that she loved your outfits and needed to go shopping with you right that minute. Morgan ruffled your hair whenever he brought you coffee (despite your incessant dismay that now you needed to brush it again). Hotch, though not a fan of public displays, would murmur a reassuring, you’re doing well every time he returned a file back to you. And then there was Reid.

Spencer Reid.

Well, what was there to say about him?

Over time, you’ve assumed that his love language must be acts of service. He brought you a bagel every week, sometimes more, from your favorite bagel shop downtown. Every Tuesday, a poppy seed bagel with extra plain cream cheese, extra toasted, cut in half so you could eat the middle dollop of cream cheese first. He made you mugs of tea whenever it grew past five pm because you told him that you had trouble falling asleep once months ago. Sometimes, small bouquets of wild grown flowers were left on your desk. At first, you thought it was Penelope being extra kind to you, or even Morgan playing a small joke on you. Both denied, but still giggled as you walked away. Whatever that meant. Behind your back, they secretly slipped each other five dollar bills.

You were sure he did the same for the rest of his coworkers, too. You’ve seen him refill coffee pots whenever Emily mentioned starting a new brew, and work extra hard on his reports in his free time to make sure Hotch or JJ didn’t stay too late. You were on the same page, anyway. Friends. Civil. It didn’t matter.

You huffed as you walked into the BAU, which was deemed more of a half jog, half marathon sprint. You hadn’t bothered to check the weather before leaving, and on the walk from the subway station to the office, it had started downpouring. The sudden drops of cold from the sky had caused you to drop your half empty cup of coffee, and you had forgotten to grab the breakfast you made yourself the night before in the fridge. Not even Harry Styles’ album blaring in your ears could have stopped you from turning the morning around. You grumbled simple good morning’s to everyone as you shook off your coat. Expecting to see your desk surrounded with papers that you were too tired to file in their intended drawers yesterday, you instead found a clean one; the papers were stashed in their designated places (in alphabetical order), the pens were compiled in the pouch you bought at Daiso years ago and cherished, even the trash under your desk was taken out. The only thing left to be seen on the wooden desk was a small brown bag that smelled of heaven and happiness and a folded piece of paper. You reached inside to find your usual poppy seed bagel the same as it always was. To make your Tuesday better. For you, always, the note read. You didn’t need to decipher whose scribbles those belonged to. You forgot it was Tuesday.

“Where’s my bagel, lover boy?” Morgan’s voice boomed as the man sat on top of your desk, snatching the bag with a grin. Spencer only swiftly passed by the desk with ease, choosing to make eye contact with the carpet.

“Good morning, Dr. Reid. Happy Tuesday.” Spencer’s eyes divert to yours quickly. He only nods, responding with the same greeting. Happy Tuesday, honey.

Morgan’s laugh carried throughout the room, swinging his legs as he spoke. “You two make me sick, that’s for sure. Can I have some of your bagel?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You furrowed your brow in annoyance, which only made Morgan smile widely.

“Do you need to get your glasses checked again? You know, there’s an optometrist across the street—”

As you started to speak, Hotch walked from his office, announcing a new case and to meet in the room immediately. You got up swiftly, grabbing your bagel from Morgan’s hands with a muttered asshole falling from your lips. It only made Morgan cackle loudly. You remind yourself to write a psych evaluation on Morgan after the case is over with.

On the first day of the case, you realized it was going to be a more difficult one than usual. You didn’t panic. You never do. The second day, you worked harder than ever only to see little to no result. You continued not to sleep. It was like clockwork. Work, coffee, repeat. After three days, the case was far from settled. In fact, it seemed to only be getting worse with no ending in sight. Everyone was continuing to work in hopes that they would be home for the weekend. The fourth day, though, seemed to be the worst. The killer was getting more spontaneous with their kills, and the team seemed to keep showing up minutes after the kill had occurred. You were running on little to no sleep and were getting more frustrated with each move the killer made in silence. Near the end of the day, as you stared aimlessly at the wall in front of you, hoping it would make some sort of answer appear in front of your eyes, Hotch put a hand on your shoulder, You jumped slightly, trance be gone, when he told you to get back to the hotel immediately.

Immediately, you persisted. “I’m fine. I’ve almost got something. I’m sure of something.”

“I’m not asking you.”

“Hotch—”

“I’m ordering you, not only as your boss, but mostly as your friend. Your dark circles are getting concerning.” You tried to budge once more, but as Hotch gave one of his stern glares, you knew you were done with work for the day. “I’ll get someone to drive you back. Wait here.”

Within seconds, Spencer appeared, replacing the previous figure of Hotch. Gently tapping your shoulder, he signaled for you to get up. With a flick of a wrist and a soft grin, he spun around a set of keys around his fingers. “Hotch is letting me drive.”

You smiled. “Don’t want Morgan to ‘vibe it?’”

“His definition of ‘vibing it’ is just turning on the sirens when he doesn’t want to stop at a red light.” You walked side by side to the car. Your shoulders brushed ever so slightly due to Spencer’s hands in his pockets, but you didn’t mind. You welcomed the warmth.

“Your definition is turning the volume up to 13 and calling it loud.”

“I would like to be able to hear when I’m old, thank you very much. Any decibel over eighty and poof. Hearing. Out the window.”

“I really don’t think playing Queen at any volume above 13 will kill you, Spence.”

“You never know, honey.” Spencer opened the door for you, ushering you in before closing the door and getting in on the driver’s side. He pulled a cassette tape from his bag and pushed it in the radio; it started to softly play Queen while Spencer messed with the volume, setting it at 13 before driving away. It made a soft smile appear on your lips as your head leaned against the cool glass. Between the constant, soothing movement of the car or the way Spencer’s lips mouthed the lyrics of Good Old Fashioned Boy, it was hard to tell when the lines blurred and sleep drifted you away. The only thing you recognized before falling asleep were the unmistakable words that left Spencer’s mouth.

“Good night, honey. Love you.”

You woke up with a start the next morning. You had no idea how you got back into your hotel room, or how you were wearing your favorite sports shirt that you find comfort in sleeping in all of these years, though your mind directed each question back to the same person, of course. Your mind wandered to the night before; it was the most relaxed you had been all week, even if it was just the simple act of driving with Spencer. You had done it before in past cases —even driven him back to his hotel at times— but this time felt different. Maybe it was the words that left his mouth.

“Oh, good. You’re awake.” Spencer suddenly walked in, holding bags in his arms. He set them down on the table, pulling out various assortments of breakfast foods and handing them to you. “No bagel shops around here, but I did find some good pancakes if you want to eat now.”

“Spence.” You suddenly sat up straight, as if a revelation hit you.

“What? No pancakes? It came with hashbrowns, too.”

“Spencer.” You emphasized, getting him to look at you.

“Yeah?”

“Why do you do all of this for me?”

“What?” His head cocked to the side, not understanding.

“Why do you… I mean… you go out of your way to do things for me. Unnecessary things. I need to know why.”

“Unnecessary…?”

“You… you leave me flowers that are like, hand picked from a garden or the forest, or something not from the city. You clean my desk for me when I’ve left it too messy. You make me my favorite tea when I’m at the office too late. You write me notes that are alluding but you won’t say what. I mean, Spence, you get me my favorite bagel every Tuesday. Why?”

His face suddenly turned serious as he sat next to you on the bed. “You want to know why?” He repeated.

“I know you do these things for the rest of our team, but I just, I just don’t get it.”

“Because I’m in love with you.” Spencer stared at you. “I’ve been in love with you. I think I’ll always be at least a little in love with you, if I’m being honest. I thought you’d catch on by now.”

“…What?”

“Yeah, honey. I thought I was pretty obvious.”

“So you meant what you said last night, then?” You said softly.

“I didn’t mean for you to hear that. Really. I would’ve said it better if I had known you were awake.”

“But I did.” Your face grew closer to his. “And I’m not upset about it. Because I’m in love with you, too.”

Just as your lips began to brush, Spencer began to smile. “You know what day it is, honey? It’s our day.”

You smiled, too. “Happy Tuesday.”

You both tried to be subtle about it for the rest of the case. Weeks had passed by without the team knowing, but one slip up of a kiss on the cheek from Spencer on a Tuesday morning had led to an entire office full of chaos (and a meeting on workplace romance and consent from Hotch). You two didn’t mind, though. It was bound to happen. Until Penelope turned to Morgan and yelled at him to cough up the fifty dollars he owed her, of course.

Happy Tuesday.

[willthespy]

going on my little gay adventures. call it a lgbtquest

[amorchai]

𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐒 𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊.

this is a repost from my old blog. original post was 489 notes.

pairing(s): young!sirius black x reader

words: 877

warnings/tags: barista!reader, simple living.

ten minutes into your shift had already struck disaster, a milk carton spilling across the floor and the mop snapping when you started to clean it. resulting in you leading through the back to get the spare, your finger jamming against the shutting door on the way.

making some extra money in order to live well off in a flat off london with sirius was not all you thought it might be. the small bakery just minutes from a local subway stop, was overcome with customers during monday rush hour which only made it more stressful.

you tried to not count down the hours until you finish, looking at the clock hung up behind you as you knew that would make everything much slower. but you did, and you still had several hours to finish.

sirius mainly worked in a lousy office, a desk job he was comfortable with in the muggle world and a couple of dog walking gigs anytime he could until you could both follow in your career paths and feel financially stable.

it was a nice life, you always bid. a routine was quick to start upon moving in together, you would wake up together, get ready together, sirius grabbing breakfast at the bakery you work at and leaving you with a kiss. then, after work you would get on the subway and be home in five minutes where sirius would greet you with dinner.

today was no different, however, you were missing his presence as you flogged off the tears in your eyes and smiled politely to customers. it was just you and one other person working, the small bakery now quiet and boring as three pm passed.

you were on until six in the evening, the realisation of three more hours of the bad day made you slouch against the counter and look out the window distractedly as the rain batters against the concrete floors.

then you see him. the long black trench coat and long askew black strands waving in the wind as he emerged from the subway station across the street, umbrella keeping him dry while a bouquet of flowers brighten his black-clothed frame.

you stand up straight, stars in your eyes as you watch your boyfriend cross the street and slickly walk into the bakery. the bell chimes to announce his arrival when the door opens like you hadn’t watched and a sweet smile covers his face when he enters, shaking the rain off the umbrella and leaving it behind him.

“hey, honey.”

“sirius.”

your voice sounds so relieved, a long sigh through it while some held tears escape quickly and quietly down your cheeks, more than happy to see him.

sirius furrows his eyebrows when he walks to the counter, leaning across from you and reaching one hand out to wipe the tear marks from your cheek. “what’s the matter?” sirius asks and you pretend you can’t see the flowers in his hand as you sniffle, “just a bad day.”

“aww, pet,” sirius murmurs while tilting his head forward to peck your hairline delicately. “maybe these will cheer you up?” he offers, pulling back to extend the bouquet of flowers to you as if the most casual gesture of them all. 

you sniffle again as you take them into your hands, breathing over the white daisies as your worries melt away bit by bit. “they’re beautiful, siri. truly.” you rest them against the counter before leaning forward to grab the collar of his shirt and peck his lips, shortly since you remember there’s a few people left in the bakery.

“thank you.”

“anytime, sweetheart. enough of those tears, m’kay? don’t want you getting stressed over a small job like this.” you nod at his words, leaning into the palm of his hand that currently squeezes your jaw, rough fingertips contrasting to the gentleness of their touch.

you sniffle away the last of your tears with an agreeing smile, thinking back to the time before asking, “wait, you’re off work? you’re awfully early.” sirius pulls back to stand straight, hands ushered in his pockets as he nods to respond, “boss had to leave for a meeting in scotland, let us go a couple hours early.”

“lucky you,” you murmur sadly, poking the paper wrapping the flowers as you avoid his gaze for a moment. however, he chuckles, and you look back to him as he does so, looking at you so fondly, “lucky us, i think you mean.”

“what do you mean, siri?” you couldn’t get off work early, despite the shop being dead since rush hour. you would be giving a warning if you left even five minutes before your allocated finish. “well lucky you has me for three hours. if you need any assurance or a kiss i’ll be over in that corner there with a newspaper and your flowers.”

your glee is practically tattooed across your face as you watch sirius pull a large newspaper from the stand and sending you a playful wink, “we’ll get the subway back together, ‘k?”. you can only nod as you render yourself speechless at the small yet domesticated idea, turning around to make him a coffee he will so desperately desire and a pastry to take home, together.

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[flippinpancakes64]

can you please write about how the cullens would react if they thought their so was dead?? like maybe Alice had a vision or someone thought they saw them get killed butttt they're actually alive

The Cullens thinking their S/O Died

I originally told myself I was done for the night since I already have three posts written and cued to be posted.... but I just kept thinking about this one sooooo

Sorry if this doesn't make sense it's like 2:30 am lol

Thank you for requesting and I hope you like this!

Edward:

You left earlier that morning to go to a job interview in the city

He kissed you goodbye, watched you walk out the door, and thought that would be it

He was just sitting around, watching some football game that Emmett had on the TV when he saw the familiar beginnings of one of Alice's visions

She has so many throughout the day that he really only half pays attention to it

But once he sees your face he is fully alert

You swiping his credit card to buy a subway ticket, you onboard the train, the train crashing, you dead

Instantly he is up

He knows that Alice's visions are only a possibility

But too many of them have come true for him to ignore this

He calls you, nothing

He texts you, nothing

He checks the statements for his credit card and he sees the pending purchase of one train ticket

His heart drops

Instantly he flies out of the door, running as fast as he can to the subway station

There's a crowd of people running up from the tunnel, trampling each other in their attempt to get out

Smoke plumes out, he can smell fire and gasoline

And just as he's about to run down there to see if he can find you, find what's left, maybe even save you, he hears a voice

"Edward? What are you doing here... oh my god! What happened down there?!"

It's you

You, alive, healthy, and drinking a coffee

Before you can question him further on what happened he is wrapped around you, holding you so close you feel like you're being crushed

Your interview was cancelled last minute so you went to go get a coffee before coming home

Edward says you're never going on the subway again, sorry

And maybe never leaving the house without him again

Alice:

The two of you were out and about, having a day shopping at the mall

She was crafting outfit after outfit in her mind while you sat in the dressing room, waiting for her to bring her next outfit in for you to try on

You leave the room to see her still flitting about the store, pulling various items off the racks and holding them up to the items already overflowing in her arms

You call to her that you're going to use the bathroom, and she hums a little to let you know that she heard you before continuing with her planning

She hears you walk away before a vision flashes harshly into her mind

You walking into the bathroom, two people with guns having an argument, you caught in the wrong place at the wrong time

She instantly drops everything she was holding

All of the clothes hitting with a thud to the floor

She doesn't even register the store attendant yelling at her to pick up her mess before she is sprinting out the room

But she doesn't even make it two paces outside of the store before she hears two gunshots, one right after another

She runs fast, she doesn't care that people might see that she's way too fast

She follows the scent of blood to the bathroom and hears cries of pain from inside

But then she smells you

Not inside the bathroom, but across the walkway

She turns and there you are, standing at a little boutique directly across from the bathroom, staring with your mouth wide open

In the next breath, before you can even blink she is right in front of you, hanging onto you like a koala and hurriedly explaining everything that just happened

After you catch your breath and she finally lets go, you turn your head to the boutique and look into the window

"So... is now a bad time to say that I think this dress would look pretty on you?"

She just laughs and kisses you so hard

Jasper:

You're out on a trip with your friends

Not too far away, just about two towns over

It's your best friend's birthday and they wanted to have a little weekend trip to celebrate

You'd left earlier that morning

Promising Jasper that you'd call when you all got there

But it's been hours

4 hours, 27 minutes, and 39 seconds

Not that he's been counting or anything

The drive should have taken 30 minutes max

So why haven't you called?

He's already tried to give himself every explanation

That you're busy, that you got caught in traffic, that you just forgot

But as the hours go by he's getting more and more anxious

He's already called and texted a couple of times, but you haven't even read the messages

He's about to call again as he feels a rush of anxiety come from Carlisle's office

In the next moment the man is down the stairs, doctor's bag in hand, throwing his coat over his shoulders

"Carlisle, what's happening?"

"Three people have just been rushed to the clinic. There was a car accident nearby. They veered off the road in the middle of the woods... who knows how long they've been out there..." he says gravely, and rushes out the door

If Jasper wasn't anxious before, he definitely is now

Before Carlisle can pull out of the driveway, Jasper throws the car door open and sits in the passenger seat

As soon as they arrive, he flies out of the car

He's examining every inch of the clinic

He doesn't even care about the strong scent of human blood in the air

He's looking for one more familiar

And he doesn't find it

He begins questioning all of the police officers nearby, asking if there were more people, if there was a second car, or if they've seen you

They kick him out

He follows the scent again to track the car

At the scene he sees the car that crashed

A bloody heap of metal

But no you

Suddenly he hears a mechanical buzz, but not from his phone

No, he recognizes the cute jingle

It's easy to find your phone hidden amongst the treeline

Your friend picks up and he explains where he found the phone

Hearing your voice on the other side is like hearing an angel

He goes home to get a car before driving it to you

The kiss he gives you before he leaves again to let you enjoy your trip is filled with love and happiness

Rosalie:

You Rosalie had gone out

She needed one more car part before her greatest car restoration ever would be complete

She was driving that very car, a 1957 Chevrolet Bel-Air that she had been fixing up for a couple months

She'd saved it from a scrapyard, and it was missing pretty much everything that a car needs to function

But after months it was finally done

Almost

The car needed only one simple thing, new gears for the window cranks

She rolled up to the auto parts store and parked the car outside

You said you wanted to stay in the car, preferring to sit

She said she would only be a minute

It didn't take her long to find the piece she needed

As she was about to check out she saw a crowd of people lined up at the front door and a couple people running outside

Through the large windows at the front of the building she could she huge flames and black smoke surrounding a bright teal car

Her bright teal car

That you were inside of

Her mind worked a mile a minute as she dropped the steel parts to the floor

The cranks don't work, that means the windows can't open

She locked the car, that means you couldn't open the doors

She replaced the glass to make it bulletproof, that means you can't break the glass

You are inside of that car burning alive

As she runs up she sees four men behind her car, next to the trunk

And in the middle is you

Covered in soot with a couple of scratches

But breathing, alive

She runs up and hugs you so tightly you can't breathe

"I'm so sorry, I locked the doors, and the windows! How did you get out?"

"The trunk... I'm sorry Rose, I tore the backseat out"

She turns to see the trunk of her car open, with the backseat completely pulled out place

And all she does is laugh and kiss you

Emmett:

The sky was a dark grey, and thick clouds were covering the sun

The Cullens stood in their baseball uniforms, waiting for the ball to be returned so Rosalie could pitch it again

Up to bat was Emmett

A heavy metal bat was swinging in his arms

He shot you a wink out of the corner of his eye, and turned his attention back to Rosalie

With a huff she focused, and threw the ball to Emmett so fast you couldn't even see it

You heard the loud crack of thunder ring from Emmett's bat, but almost as soon as you heard it, you felt it

Like a ball made of pure fire, the baseball hit square into your chest

The force of it knocked you straight off your feet and sent you flying into the woods behind you

A good 30 feet at least

And as if that wasn't enough, your back collided with a tree, knocking the tree over and onto the ground

The force of it knocked you unconscious, which would probably be a blessing in this scenario tbh

Everybody was quick to run to your side, Emmett and Carlisle taking position up by your head

Carlisle wasted no time in picking you up and running to take you to the clinic

And of course Emmett followed

He held you in the back seat of the car, whispering apologies and professions of love into your unhearing ears, promising that he will never do this again

It takes a couple of hours and maybe two or three surgeries, but you do wake up

And Emmett is by your side the whole time

He was fully prepared to turn you if he needed to

But the moment he sees your eyes open and your doped-up smile, he finally relaxes

"You're pretty cute... are you single?"

"Darling, I just hit you with a baseball going the speed of a jet plane-"

Esme:

Your brother was getting married and asked if you would attend

Of course you said yes

But there were no plus ones

And it was tropical

Which meant flying to an island somewhere all by yourself

Not only is it nerve-wracking to travel alone, but it was also going to be boring

So Esme promised that she would have her phone on her at all times so you could facetime her if you wanted to

She even paid for your wifi on the plane

You had been on call with her for hours at that point

From the time you got out of your taxi, found your way to your terminal, went through TSA, and finally boarded your plane

It was about halfway into your flight and the conversation had naturally slowed down

You were only occasionally exchanging words

When suddenly your service cut out like a light

No warning, no crackling before, and no explanation

She tried calling you back, but nothing

She tried texting, but nothing

She was getting worried

And it definitely didn't help that only about 20 minutes later, the news anchor started talking about a plane that just crashed in the Pacific

Which is where you were

A couple hours off the coast of California

Which is where you were

From Spirit Airlines

Which is the plane you were on

She was beginning to panic

Alice couldn't see you either

She was just getting silence

Cue the whole house panicking

She went through every phase of grief in the span of a couple of hours

She was convinced you were gone, but at the same time she didn't want to believe it

Suddenly her phone started to buzz

"*Yawn*, Hey Esme. Sorry about that, I guess I fell asleep... *yawn* anyway what were we talking about?"

Stunned silence

She just laughs incredulously

Carlisle:

It's just another day the clinic

Slow, boring, a couple of broken arms, a couple pregnancy tests, nothing special

When he hears the sirens of an ambulance pulling up outside the main entrance

Like bats out of hell, three paramedics come rushing in, towing a gurney with someone on top of it

Someone that smells a hell of a lot like you

His heart drops, his breathing stops, he freezes

The paramedics are talking quickly but he can only hear broken phrases

Cliff... fell... severely injured... needs help... lost blood...

All he can smell is you

All he can see is the shirt that Alice got you

The shoes that Esme lets you borrow sometimes

The color of your hair

But no face

The face is smashed in, presumably from the aforementioned fall that the EMTs were talking about

He tries his hardest, he does everything he's supposed to, but when the monitor flatlines, there's only one more option

Just as he raises your wrist to his mouth to bite, his phone vibrates in his pocket

He wants to ignore it, but something tells him not to

And on the face of his apple watch he sees a text message

My Love: "Heyyyyyyyyyyyy... can I use your credit card to order some pizza??? I'm STARVING!!!! :)))"

You later explain that those were clothes that Alice had donated

Apparently no one washed them, so they still held a lot of your smell

He took a week off of work from the clinic after that

Vampire! Bella:

So Jacob never actually got rid of the motorcycles

After you see him and Renesmee ride away on one of them one day, you ask to try it out

Under her watchful eye, Bella helps you learn how to ride

One day, after a couple months of successful rides, you decide to take it to run some errands

Bella didn't see an issue with this, seeing as you were skilled, and let you go all by yourself

But she very quickly regrets that when she gets a rather ominous text from you that just says "help" and nothing else

Her mind starts running a mile a minute

She asks for Edward and Alice's help to hunt you down

She expects a lot of things when she finds you

She expects blood, bones, a crash, metal everywhere, and you dead

But what she finds is you standing in a parking lot trying to shove four large bags of items into the tiny space under the seat

She's so relieved she could cry

Of course, you're confused as to why your girlfriend suddenly comes out of nowhere and gives you the most bone-breaking hug she could muster

Why the fuck would you text me like that?!?!?!?"

"Like what?"

"Like this!"

"Oh... my other messages didn't send... sorry!"

No more motorcycle :(

[lake-spy]

Meeting You At The Subway

Artem x GN! Reader, Song Fic.

check out 12:28 by Jeiven! 1369 words.

small note: It's my first fic that I'm publishing, so I'm sorry if it's odd in a way!

Summary:

—>A few days ago, Artem's car broke down and required repair. As a result, he decided to start using the subway to get to the law firm. Little did he know that someone would catch his eye while he was on the train. Since then, he has found himself using the train often just so that he can see you.

Lately, Artem has been taking the subway train to work. He’s running to come through as he looks around for a nice seat when he sees an empty chair by the window. Artem took a seat, checked the time and sighed. It’s 12 in the afternoon, well, precisely 12:22 pm. He knew he would clock in to work late today, which would be unusual for others to see him arrive so late. He wished that his car hadn’t broken down a few days ago; it would’ve been quicker to drive to the law firm rather than to commute there. Artem leaned back against his seat, closing his eyes and trying to regain his breath after running so that he could reach the train on time. Even though he knew the train would leave at 12:30 pm, rushing there was better than being sorry. He looked at the train door, watching people go in and out; the train was bustling and loud. Oh, but little did Artem know there was someone fair and pretty who would catch his attention.

    At 12:28 pm, you came rushing inside the train, nearly missing it by 2 minutes. You leaned over to a post— breathing heavily before taking a seat across Artem. Seeing you made him forget about the world and noise around him. Now he’s wondering who you are. You’ve wholly caught his attention overall. He hadn’t even noticed how long he had been staring at you until the train started moving and your eyes locked with his. Artem quickly looked away and cleared his throat. Now, he wouldn’t be the one to believe in such absurd things as love at first sight, but when his eyes locked with yours? It felt like fate. When Artem looked back at you, he noticed you were still on him; it honestly almost made him blush out of embarrassment. He took note of how your eyes sparkled like diamonds underground.  

You looked so simple, yet when you started smiling, it was as if he had caught a glimpse of heaven. How cute… He quickly shook his head at that thought and mentally berated himself for even thinking that you were cute. You are a stranger and don’t know each other well. He shouldn’t be thinking like that towards you. He looked away from you, averting his attention from you. Instead, he focused on the window. He swore he nearly heard you chuckle at him.  He wondered if you caught his tired and weary face; Artem hoped you didn’t.

You smiled softly at the sight of the handsome stranger before you. It was cute how hard he tried not to seem flustered; although he was trying to hide it, his ears were visibly red—it almost made you chuckle. You knew that you would much prefer to do your daily routine while you were on the train, which was starting your work through your phone. But right now? You would much like observing the pretty man with beautiful brown hair and striking blue eyes like aquamarine gemstones. While you would much like to keep your eyes on him, you did not want to seem like a creep, so you searched inside your bag for your phone; only then would you see the book you’ve been meaning to start but never had the time for. 

You’ll just read the book for now while sneaking small glances at the man before you, though you quickly got immersed in the book before you could even glance at him again. 

Throughout the ride to the CBD station, Artem wondered if he said “Hello,” would you say it back or just ignore him? The train arrived at his stop before he could even stand up and shoot his shot. Artem sighed and grabbed his stuff. As he did so, he noticed that you’d put away your book and grabbed your bag, standing up to leave. It seems like this was your stop as well. Though, he can’t waste his time talking to you right now. He’s already late for work. So, with that being said, he quickly left the station and made his way to the law firm while you went the other way. 

....

..

.

From then on, Artem took the subway almost every other day just to catch a glimpse of you. While his car was already fixed and he could have started driving to the Themis Law firm instead, he chose to commute. The first time he saw you was on the first of December at 12:28 p.m. For any other person on the train, that date would be irrelevant, but to him, it signified the feeling of fate from seeing you. 

Today, the train was calmer than before; he didn’t have to rush through the door. But alas, Artem had to, hoping to see you once more. He entered with a small smile, looking around for a seat down the aisle. It was 12 in the afternoon, 12:22 pm, the same time he had come here on the first time he had to use the train a few days ago. Artem had noticed that he hadn’t seen the familiar (your hair colour)ed stranger. He frowned a bit but knew deep down that he’d eventually see you again in just a moment. He eventually found a seat. It was by the window again. Artem knows that window seats are pretty, but it would be better if you were with him. Never in his life had he been so mesmerised by your pretty (your eye colour) eyes. Eyes that shine like stars in the night sky, eyes sparkling like diamonds. He wished he could look at them for a bit longer than just small glimpses. 

Artem sighed and looked out the window, then at his phone, looking for some sort of distraction for the moment. But, his mind drifts off elsewhere. He wonders if it would ever be possible for your hands to intertwine with his. He wondered how soft it would be, and even if it weren’t as soft– he wouldn’t have minded as long as he held your hand. Eventually, he heard the familiar footsteps enter the train. At 12:25, he saw you seated next to the sky (window). As if almost immediately, his heart jumped at the sight of you.  

As the train goes by, Artem loses track of time. 

Eight times Artem met you at the same place and time if only he had known and noticed all the different signs. You caught him staring at you seven times in six stops today, and in five seconds, he had already forgotten where he was going and which way. It was a bit embarrassing for him, and it could’ve been if you hadn’t approached him, finally making a move on each other after so long. He looked at you with blue eyes, a little surprised to see you approaching him. You would have been lying to yourself if you hadn’t noticed how your eyes locked on each other longer than usual. 

“Hey.” you greeted first. A voice so warm and welcoming, and boy— did his heart nearly leapt out of his chest. Artem’s voice got stuck in his throat for a second; he looked away from you and cleared his throat to regain his composure. 

“Hey…”  he greeted back, his voice a little strained, and oddly enough, it sounded nervous. He never expected to hear himself sound like that. And as a response to hearing his own voice, his cheeks burned light pink. It was such an adorable sight for you. You chuckled a little before you took a seat right next to him. 

“Y/n, and you are?” You smiled. 

“Artem… Artem Wing.”  

“Well, Artem, I believe it’s finally time we started getting to know each other. No?” You replied with a slightly cheerful tone, tilting your head and grinning right at him. His heart fluttered at the sight. He only gave you a slight nod, returning your smile. 

Perhaps this could be the start of something new between you. Perhaps he was right about meeting you as destiny. He’ll be forever thankful for meeting you on December 12:28

[laurrelise]

saw your tua post about five i dont go here but i need to know did they pull an incest again. is that why everyones mad or did the ship just suck

ok so i’m assuming you’re talking about season 4!! i’ll leave this part very vague and spoiler free and if you don’t mind more specific spoilers (only about the ship, not about the actual end of the season) than check under the cut! :)

ok so not incest this time. the ship just reeeeeally sucks because it’s not only out of character but it ruined multiple arcs and relationships.

unhinged angry explanation of my least favorite part about season 4 below the cut!! (beware: yapping)

ok hi again! so five and lila get together. they fall for each other after they get stuck between timelines in this alternate dimension subway station thing, and they spend 7 years trying to find their way back home.

it turns out that lila was only doing it to survive because she needed something to hold onto while five, having been through this once before, had fallen head over heels for her.

he withholds information that can take them home for 6 months and lila is pissed and tells him it wasn’t real because she wants to get home to diego and her children, and five tells her that she knows she’s happier between timelines with him, blah blah blah it’s a whole thing.

five reluctantly goes back with lila and it’s really awkward and he’s pissed at diego (even though it was LITERALLY NEVER HIS FAULT) because lila is clearly still in love with him. they argue a little, lila gets between them, diego suspects something’s going on and asks, and then the truth unfolds and he’s (REASONABLY) heartbroken. it’s really sad to watch tbh

anyways then the end of the world starts to happen once again and i won’t go into specific spoilers for that because it would take WAY too long but basically five and diego are beating the shit out of each other and five literally outright says “i wanna fucking kill him” and lila tells him that it’s over between them and he goes and sulks because he was truly in love blah blah blah blah blah. anyways

it ends with five and diego hating each other. and it’s really fucking frustrating. and i really don’t mind what people ship for the most part, but this specific ship pissed me the fuck off because it should NOT have been canon. in my mind it still isn’t canon because this whole season sucked ass and i refuse to accept it as real.

you’re telling me five hargreeves, the man who survived for 45+ years with the single goal to save his family gave up on them after 7 years with the only other person around because he fell for her? why the hell was this necessary? why did the writers do this bro 😭 that is not the five i spent 3 seasons absolutely cherishing. i refuse to accept it

but also you’re telling me that the entire show ends with five hating diego and diego hating him?????? this entire season was SO out of character for the both of them but i STILL can’t get over (and will absolutely NEVER get over) that the writers really thought they could get away with the hargreeves despising each other like this. so pissed about this season omfg

so not only was the ship problematic for age differences on BOTH ends (fives body was 19 but lila’s was 36ish, probably older, while fives mind was 64 while she was AGAIN 36ish???? like how did they manage to make it pedophilic on both ends bro lmfao) (and do not even get me STARTED on the age differences of the actors and the fact that this has clearly been planned since aidan was a very young minor and the writers were waiting around for him to become 18 so it would be legal like fucking creeps) but it also involved cheating / homewrecking (with family no less) as well as multiple relationships ruined. i LOVED five and diego as a duo before. why the FUCK was this necessary *i scream from the rooftops*

anyways sorry for my chronic yapping, that is all.

i hate five x lila, have a good day.

[greenday-bingus]

[𝒜𝓇𝓂𝓎 𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇𝓈] (JJK x Blood User!Reader)

𝟏.𝟖𝐤 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬

CH. 1 CH.2 CH.3

𝙳𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛?!

♥ [Chapter 2] I know what I saw ♥

One of your close friends had invited you to dinner since it was her birthday, so of course you didn’t want to miss out on it. It was a small restaurant she had picked, it wasn’t really known so there was absolutely nobody in the restaurant except for you and your friends. The birthday girl took a 0.5 photo of you as you were distracted eating your meal. 

“Hey you can’t just take photos of me when I’m eating!” You swat your hands at her as she laughs. “You look like a chipmunk though! You’re so silly!” Your face turned red in embarrassment, while your other friends giggled lightheartedly and returned to gossiping. You sighed as they finally stopped teasing as your attention shifted to your vibrating phone.. 

“Oh my goodness I’m scared to even open my phone. But maybe it’s my notification from my cool tweet I just posted.”

You opened your phone to see Gojo has sent a photo, of what you may ask? Megumi with blood covering his face. “Oh god!,” you accidently peeped out which made your friends turn their heads at you. They all ‘ooo’ed and scooted closer to you just to see what you were looking at your phone. The friend on your right gasped, “is that your boyfriend?! He looks like he's been fighting!” You covered your friend’s eyes and blushed, “it’s nothing it just, a guy… A guy from Tumblr! That’s all, I don’t even know him!” 

They could tell that it wasn’t true but decided not to push, except for the girl on your right side. “He looks exactly your type! He’s so pretty, and has long lashes!” 

“You’re just spitting nonsense, listen we’re just friends,” you rolled your eyes and decided to text Gojo back, something along the lines of, “WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?!”

As much as your text was stressed, you showed no signs on your face. “Miki (birthday girl), are you ready for the cake?” One of the girls on her left side asked. Miki’s eyes looked like they were going to water, “you guys got me a cake too?! God has really blessed me with awesome friends!” You laughed a bit seeing her too excited for cake, but it made sense as to why she was filled with joy. Her parents have never bought her a cake before, so this was truly special to her, it made you feel warm inside seeing her smile. A genuine smile. 

♡

You walked Miki to her car, and waved, but she quickly stopped you, “are you sure you don’t want me to drive you home?” Her voice was filled with genuine concern. “Yes, I’m sure! The drive is way out the way! It would take too much gas for your small, small car! I’ll be fine, trust me, nothing is going to kill me!”

“Unless it’s a special grade curse, then there’s no way I’m winning that fight.”

She sighed and then waved you off, in which you waved and watched her leave. “Anyways, time to head back home!” You skipped away into the abyss until you got a phone call.

“…”

You slowly reach for your phone, only to find out it was just a spam call. “I’m not falling for your tricks, scammers! I’m way too smart for this!” You quickly declined the phone call, and went your merry way onto the subway. Normally subways at this time were almost empty, which didn’t bother you, who would want to be pushed up against other people.

Surely not the guy who’s also on the subway, probably. When you stepped into the train station you saw a very peculiar man, blue hair, stitches, a lot of them, along with two different eye colors. You thought it was best to ignore him, he had curse energy, there was nothing normal about him. 

You had your cursed energy turned hidden since it wouldn’t be good if you were to attract curses like the guy in front of you. You grabbed your phone out to start to play flappy bird as one does, maybe afterwards you played some crossy road, because who doesn’t play crossy road. You need to keep your mind distracted from staring at the guy, but he just looks so weird.

“I can feel him staring, maybe if i sit really still he won’t notice me, it works with bees all the time!”

‘briiing briiiing’

Hearing the sound of your phone made you jump up a bit, you almost had a heart attack from the loud ringing. The caller id was from Gojo, it’s almost like he knows when to call you at the worst times.

“Should I pick up, it would be weird if I didn’t, but I’ll look like how I care about the ringing, in front of nobody, supposedly…”

“Hello?” you cautiously answered.

“You should’ve been here! Some crazy things had just happened, you know the fingers? You know the fingers, but anyways some kid ate them! Oh and then Megumi got his shit absolutely rocked!”

“That's so great! I’m so glad your book meeting is going great, mother. Though I know you’re oh so busy, how about I talk to you later when I get home? Okay byeeee!” You quickly hung up on Gojo trying to keep a calm composure. The man in front of you is looking at you like a rotisserie chicken, it’s making you uncomfortable. 

“Doesn’t this man have anything else better to do?”

You were quickly pulled out of your thoughts as soon as the train had abruptly stopped, then the lights started to flicker quickly. Your heart started to beat faster, “I’ve faced scarier things than a couple of flashing lights, I should be fine.”

Suddenly the lights were back and the train started to move again, however the blue haired guy was gone. Vanished. Absent. Maybe he disintegrated, you could care less. Maybe you should care. People don’t disappear randomly on trains, “actually where the hell could he have gone?”  

You looked to the left then quickly to the right, you covered your mouth realizing he really was nowhere to be seen. That was definitely a curse, if it took the appearance of an actual man then it had to be dangerous. Probably. You gripped onto your hand bag, your stomach started to feel uneasy. But you made sure not to crush the cake you brought for Megumi and Gojo. 

♡

You almost collapse at the entrance of your dorm, you swore to yourself to never run up those stairs again. You set the cake down on the floor as you drop onto your bed. The fluffy blanket you owned quickly engulfed you. As much as you wanted to sleep, you had to get ready for the night and give the leftover cake to your pals. You let out a groan and picked yourself up from the bed, you headed for your door as you grabbed the cake, then left.

You shut your door, you’re met with Megumi. “I was about to give you some cake!” Megumi’s eyebrow arched as he sighed, “I don’t really like sweet things…” You gasped and covered your mouth, “oh my god! I forgot, how’s your head doing? Gojo sent some photos of you and it looked like you were fighting for your life!” Your hand started to reach for his wrapped forehead, but he quickly caught your hand. “I’m fine, it’s just a small injury. Jesus, you’re acting like I got hit by a car or something!” Megumi rolled his eyes as his eyebrows knit together. 

“What happened? Actually, where's Gojo? Normally he’s yapping about missions, especially when you’re involved!” 

“Well, I was sent out to look for the missing Sukuna finger, only to be in the hands of some occult club. Oh! There was also this crazy strong kid, he ate the finger-”

“HE ATE THE FINGER?!-”

Megumi slapped his hands over your mouth, “shush! Yes he did, he’s basically now a vessel for Sukuna.” Your eyes could almost pop from your skull just from hearing this information. “I don't know what's going to happen with the kid, but I’m hoping for the best for now. But you have to keep this a secret until Gojo or the higher-ups decide what they’re going to do with him,” Megumi added. He removed his hands from your mouth so you speak, “isn’t that stuff super rare?!” 

Megumi nodded, “yeah, but I’m not surprised he’s the vessel. Without any curse energy he’s pretty skilled with combat. Anyway, Shoko said I should be laying down, so goodnight.” With that being said Megumi turned on his heels and went to his dorm. Knowing this information you were sure that the higher-ups have this all handled, nothing could go wrong. Sukuna? Pshh, what could a more than 1000 years old curse could do? 

Extra:

Maki and you have been sent to check out an abandoned hospital, the place had been said that a long time ago all the patients were treated awful, which led to the abandonment. Gojo had said something about the curses being either grade 1 or 2, neither you or Maki could remember, which was the reason you were shaking uncontrollably. When Maki looked back at your shaking figure she scoffed, “why are you shaking? We’re going to be fine, especially since I don’t have any curse energy, and you can hide yours. We have a good advantage, we can see the curse, and it can’t find us.” Her words of wisdom made you feel better, you clutched your Axe closer to your body praying you’ll make it out alive.

“You’re right! We can do this!” you confidently smiled only for Maki to pull you to the side and point in a direction. “There it is,” she whispered, she got her spear ready to lounge at it, however she was quickly stopped when you put your arms in front of her. “I got this,” you quickly threw your blood spear at the curse. “Stay behind me!” you yelled out to Maki as you started to run towards the curse. 

The curse let out an ear bleeding screech once your blood spear had hit it. This was going to be your first time to show someone your really cool technique, nothing could go wrong, you’ve been practicing this technique to its perfection.

You moved quickly and dodged every attack the curse threw at you, once you were close to the curse you touched the wound so you could spread the blood through your hands. 

“Curse technique: Spider web!”

Your puppeteer-like blood strings went to move the curse’s body, only your fingers to fall off.

“I thought you had it all under control!” Maki yelled at you. 

When you tried to use your ultimate weapon, the blood strings had cut off your fingers. “I did! I swear! I didn’t think that my own technique would cut my fucking fingers off!” The two of you were in Shoko’s office as she used her curse technique to put your fingers back. “Well, I guess it’s better to learn now. I guess I can only control curses and people weaker than me, or something.”

Maki hits you on the head, “next time, just let me handle it.”

[ambiguouslady42]

Remember Summer Days - Chapter 3: How Are Things On the West Coast

Read Chapter 2 here.

Chapter 3 is here. This is just a passion project for me. I'm grateful for your time to to read my little fanfic.

Word Count: 2K

There's a lot of banter in this one. This will be definitely a slow burn.

I'll be posting this also on AO3 if you prefer that as well.

July 2007

Gojo was picked up on Hollywood/Vine by his driver. He remained silent on the car drive, pondering if Isabel would make it home safely. The evening was coming. He liked that Los Angeles had these cotton candy-coloured skies, and he began to notice the sun setting slowly. He checked his messages to see if Isabel had messaged him. The only text message he had received was from Suguru Geto.

[Suguru]: Hey, you doing okay? Are you coming back soon? 

Gojo quickly responds. He knows better than to leave his best friend hanging.

[Satoru]: Yeah, heading back right now. Should be there soon.

What do 3 seventeen-year-olds do when one of them has enough money to swim in it? You rent a house in the Hollywood Hills. It was Gojo’s idea to rent the house because 1) He thought he’d be able to see the Hollywood Sign from where he was staying 2) He figured he could live the dream like a movie star living in the Hollywood Hills. The house was a mid-century modern house. There were large windows that showed various views of LA. Outside was a pool that oversaw the skyline. The house included 3 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, a giant living room, a dining room, and a kitchen. 

The house was located a stone’s throw away from the Chateau Marmont. If he wanted to, he could also just go hang out there and throw a party. However, the house felt more convenient to stay for the duration of the trio’s stay. Gojo walks into the home and sees Shoko Ieri sitting on the sofa nearby. Meanwhile, Suguru is in the kitchen preparing dinner. 

“Satoru, where did you go?” asked Suguru

“Eh, just wanted to go check out some movies at a nearby record store,” Satoru answered.

“Oh yeah, what did you get?” Shoko interjected. 

“I have Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, Gremlins, and Back to the Future. Which of these 3 would everyone be interested in watching?”

Shoko was currently reading a fashion magazine that she had picked up on the coffee table. “Isn’t Gremlins a Christmas movie?” she asked. 

“Arguably, it can be” responded Satoru. 

“Dinner is ready” shouted Suguru. “I think Ferris Bueller’s Day Off would be a great watch. 3 kids skipping school to go out in a car. Sounds very familiar, doesn’t it?” 

“Yeah, it does” Satoru respond. At this moment, he just remembered to check his phone. He has yet to receive a text message from Isabel. He double-checks again, and nothing from the girl he had just met. Did she make it home okay? Should he have just given her a ride despite her protests? 

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Isabel had a bit of a commute. After the subway, she needed to transfer over to take the rail line at Union Station. She knew that it would only take a while to get home because of the wait times for the trains to come. However, Isabel knew to pick up the pace to get home. It was nearly sundown and she did have a curfew that she couldn’t break.

While on her way, she listened to her iPod. She looked at her phone and contemplated if she should message Satoru. She was anxious about texting him first because she didn’t want to seem too needy. She already displayed herself as a damsel in distress after nearly fainting earlier. God, how embarrassing she thought. She played with her phone while on the rail line. She’s nearly home. 

“I’m sure he’s not really worried about me. Why would he? He just met me” she thought. 

She arrives at her stop and starts making the quick walk home. As she arrives her mother greets her and asks what she purchased. Isabel shows her mother the Amélie DVD and the Interpol album that she wanted. She hugs her mother and thanks her for allowing her to make the purchase today. Her mother is quick to respond with a hug and welcomes her. 

“Are you hungry?” Isabel’s mom asks in Spanish. 

“Yes. All I had was a coffee earlier.” Isabel responds in English.

“You need to stop drinking coffee.”

“Why? It doesn’t impact my sleep. Plus, I needed it to finish my homework tonight.”

“Alright then, I’m just saying. Did anything else happen while you were out?” 

Isabel ponders if she should tell her mother about the boy she talked to her earlier. However, she didn’t want to get her hopes up with Satoru. Isabel wanted to see if Satoru could be her friend. Of course, she would want something more; the truth is, she felt that she never stood a chance with him. 

“No, just got the movie, the CD, the coffee, and hurried back here”. 

Her insecurities stem from the way the last year has gone by. A boy that she had developed immense feelings for had used her to see if he could ask out her friend instead. In addition to this, she had a boyfriend for about a month and didn’t like that he was too handsy with her. Her boundaries were not respected and this relationship proved not to be very fruitful. Overall, the love department didn’t seem very lucky. The best things she had going for her were her music, Mariella, and the one or two people that she interacted with at school. 

Once she finished her dinner, she closed the door to her room. Surrounded by music posters, pictures of art and buildings, she proceeded to walk to her desk where her stereo was. She went ahead and played her newly purchased album. She skipped immediately to the Heinrich Maneuver. She thought the name of the song was funny considering the act of performing the actual Heinrich Maneuver.

How are things on the west coast…

She looked at her phone and wondered if now was a good time to text Satoru. Her anxiety to seem desperate scared her, but he deserved to know that she was safe. After all, he was there to help her and walked her to her stop. No one just does that right?...

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The gang had just started watching Ferris Bueller’s Day Off. Empty plates on the coffee table, the room was dark to set the ambience for movie watching. Satoru was waiting for his phone to ding. 

“It’s been ages since I’ve heard from her. Where the hell is she?…” he thought

The vibration on the table was heard. It was Satoru’s phone. 

[Isabel]: Hey. Thanks again for walking me to the station. Sorry for not letting you know sooner that I had made it home.

Satoru curled his lips upwards. His friends quickly caught sight of this. 

“Who are you talking to?” Shoko asked.

“Yeah, what happened today?” Suguru questioned as well. 

“I met a girl. She’s cool, but also so…frail.” Satoru responded.

“Huh. That’s not the kind of girl that you usually go for. I thought your type of girl was the feisty one who doesn't want you at all.” Shoko said. 

“Well, what happened?” Suguru pried. 

“I was just trying to find movies to add to my collection, the next thing I knew, there’s this girl just staring at me. I began to talk to her. She was pretty cool. She knew a lot about movies and music.” 

Satoru is not one to shy away from talking to girls. He’s had his flings and relationships. They never lasted that long. He either got very busy with school or broke it off before he could get derailed from the ambitions that his family had set up for him. He knows he eventually will take over his family’s major company when he finishes his post-secondary studies. Everything had been laid out for him. Romance was very far from his mind. However, he took a liking to Isabel today. He just wanted to make sure she was safe. What was that about?

“Just be careful. We’re not here for a long time and nothing more can come from that.” Suguru said firmly.

“I know…” Satoru responds despondently. He wants to ignore this advice and talk to Isabel. He wonders what this could be, but he is aware that their future isn’t forever. 

[Satoru]:  Woman! Did something happen? 

Isabel reads the message from her phone. She begins to laugh.

[Isabel]: Woman?! Who do you think you’re talking to?

[Satoru]: Oh, we got a badass over here. Well SORRYYY for worrying. 

Isabel found herself amused. Also, slightly irritated because there was nothing to worry about. She is beginning to think he likely perceives her as weak. 

[Isabel]: I’m not a weenie hut jr’s, dude. Also, who do you think you are to call me “woman”?

[Satoru]: Please. You should be flattered that I even spoke to you today. May I remind you that I helped you out earlier?

[Isabel]: Oh I’m sorry. Should I be grateful? 

[Satoru]: Is this sarcasm?

[Isabel]: Maybe it is, Gojo.

[Satoru]: I told you, it’s Satoru, Izzy.

[Isabel]: Izzy? Who the fuck is that 

[Satoru]: You, dummy.

[Isabel]: Hey!

[Satoru]: I bet you’re laughing, right?

Isabel liked that she was already on a nickname basis. However, she still felt apprehensive. She felt that maybe this is where the conversation should end. 

Satoru changes Isabel’s contact name. A small smile appears.

[Izzy]: Anywho, cool talking to you. I’ll let you get back to whatever you’re doing with whoever you’re doing it with.

[Satoru]: My friends and I are watching Ferris Bueller’s Day Off. IZZY, do you want to have a day at the museum?

[Isabel]: Absolutely. I want to hold hands in the gallery with my friends and admire the art. There are a few art museums in LA that are worth checking out, but haven’t gotten around to them.

[Satoru]: What’s stopping you?

[Izzy]: No one to go with. 

[Satoru]: Are you asking me to go with you?

[Izzy]: Pfft, no. 

[Satoru]: What if I want to hang out with you?

[Izzy]: Don’t you have your own friends to hang out with too?

[Satoru]: They came a long way to hang out, but we all have our mutual interests too. Suguru likes books, and Shoko likes to shop and go to the beach when she can. 

[Izzy]: They seem really cool. 

[Satoru]: They are. You can meet them sometime if you want. They don’t bite

[Izzy]: Sure, if you’d like. 

[Satoru]: I just said you can. 

He was surrounded by his closest friends. So why does he feel the push to keep talking to her? At this point, Isabel is beginning to feel it’s now or never. 

[Izzy]: When do you want to hang out?

Satoru sees that Isabel is making an effort to be open. He is not going to deny her his company. He has nothing to lose at the end of the day either. 

[Satoru]: I know you mentioned that you’re in school, right? Unless…you want to skip school tomorrow?

[Izzy]: I shouldn’t. I’m free on Friday afternoon/evening. 

[Satoru]: Sure. I’m definitely dropping you off home this time though. 

[Izzy]: God no. It’s not necessary.

[Satoru]: I insist. I want to see you go inside your house.

[Izzy]: I live in an apartment.

[Satoru]: Same thing. I just want to make sure that nothing can happen to you. 

Isabel was taken aback by this. Why does he insist on being chivalrous? He doesn’t owe her that. She is beginning to feel very comfortable with him too. 

[Izzy]: There’s no big bad wolf outside. I’ll be safe.

[Satoru]: I will insist, woman. That’s the last that we’ll talk about this.

[Izzy]: Fine. Have you ever seen real-life tar pits?

[Satoru]: Can’t say I have. Doesn’t sound romantic. 

[Izzy]: It’s not a date, stupid. I’m showing you how cool this place is.

[Satoru]: By taking me to some smelly pits. 

[Izzy]: Whatever then. Meet me at the La Brea Tar Pits at 5 pm on Friday. We can walk to the art museum after. 

[Satoru]: K, woman. See you then. 

“ Idiot,” she thought. Now she’s thinking about what Friday will be like. How will the day play out? Will she bore him at the end of the day? Why would he even want to talk to her? 

Satoru relays the information to his friends about his plans with Isabel on Friday. However, Suguru’s words ring back to his head.

We’re not here for a long time and nothing more can come from that.

[gentrychild]

Gentry! May i ask for some help of your precious rats? I have a bit of a difficult thing to find. I don't remember if it was from a tumblr post, a general legend thing i found or if watched it somewhere. But the story went like this: There was this subway station that was normally used, but if you waited til everybody else leaves after the last train leaves you could leave a thing valuable to you either at some pillar or maybe a desk? and it would be exchanged for a single way ticket, then you had one last chance to think on whether you wanted to go or not but a ghost? train would arrive at the station and take you anywhere you wanted or something like it The story has been racking my brain for a week now and for the life of me i can't remember where was it from 🧀🍇🧀🍉🧀🍓🧀🍎🧀��🧀🥒🧀🍆🧀 Some treats for your little helpers!

[rrxaiky]

𝐎𝐍𝐄; 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔 (𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍) - 𝐊. 𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐓𝐎

ACT: CHAPTER 1. [MASTERLIST/INFORMATION], cross posted on wattpad!

WARNINGS/TAGS : F! reader, Mild angst + crack, nothing too serious. Not beta we die like me when I lost my 50/50 [1.2K WC]

"BRO, I'M YOUR MANAGER."

Ding!

You picked up your phone when you heard the notification. You had just finished a commercial shooting, and your calendar showed, ‘Meeting with Yoimiya: 6:00PM.’ It was already 5PM, and the location was actually quite far from the location of your current location. It was best if you left for the location you and Yoimiya had previously decided on. 

The sounds of footsteps and voices of people who had just gotten off work filled your ears as you arrived at the subway station. You felt lucky that the stop you were heading to didn’t have as many people on board. Just enough to keep you hidden and not get swarmed by paparazzi… Assuming you manage to get a seat where there were multiple people standing.

Lucky you, the archons must’ve been on your side today, because there were empty seats near the back of the train. 

Ding!

Another notification just as you sat down, this time being a text from Yoimiya. 

“I’ll be waiting for you outside the restaurant!” You reacted to her message with a smiling face that held a thumbs up before switching your phone off and turning your head towards the window, watching the dark walls of the underground station flash by, and hearing the rushed footsteps of people who were still rushing to get home as the voice on the train announced the stops. 

You let out a yawn on the way to your stop. You didn’t even realise that you had gotten so tired… Maybe it was from the multiple tries you had to take for filming earlier. 

It was about 5:40PM when you had finally gotten to your designated station, and you decided to text Yoimiya to let her know that you’d be arriving soon. You let out a relieved sigh when she read your message, and you walked out of the station, continuing your walk until you reached the restaurant. 

You saw Yoimiya standing outside the restaurant, her outfit, usually consisting of something that leaned into a more casual style when the both of you had meetings to discuss your commercial and modelling offers, this time formal. You knew you’d be meeting with someone else, but she didn’t tell you that you’d be meeting with someone that important today. Was the outfit you were wearing really acceptable..?!

“No need to worry! I just thought I’d try a different style today!” Yoimiya told you when she saw your expression upon seeing her. Phew. But still… “Oh stop worrying! They’re nice people! We could even be considered friends!” 

The both of you entered the semi crowded restaurant, making your way upstairs to the VIP rooms before entering one of them, and being greeted by a familiar shade of blue hair. 

“Look, bro, you have GOT TO take this meeting as a chance to-”

“Ayato! Itto! We’re here! Hope we didn’t make you wait too long,” Yoimiya greeted the two, her voice cutting off Itto’s loud words as he turned to look at Yoimiya. Itto abruptly stood up from where he sat, walking over to you and Yoimiya to properly greet you. “Yoimiya! And you must be (Name)!” 

You nodded with a smile. “Yes, I am. Nice to meet you.” “Nice to meet you too, (Name). I am Arataki Itto! Ayato’s manage-" Itto was cut off by a voice you were all too familiar with. "TEMPORARY. Manager. Thoma is on leave since he’s taking care of some business with Ayaka in Osaka.”

Itto thought for a while before continuing. “As I was saying before I was RUDELY interrupted, I’m bro’s TEMPORARY manager,” purposefully putting emphasis on the word ‘temporary.’ “How many times have I told you to not call me ‘bro’? It’s not professional-” Ayato was cut off this time by his ‘manager.’ “UPUPUPUPUP. I’m your manager now. I can call you whatever I want. Anyway, have a seat, you two!” Itto said, earning a sigh from Ayato.

Yoimiya took out some documents as soon as you were seated, handing them over to the three of you. “Okay, so, the reason I arranged this meeting is because we wanted to propose a marriage of convenience between you two.” 

“What?” The three of you sounded equally confused, with that being the last thing you’d expect Yoimiya to have said. You thought it would be an offer that required the both of you to work together, not marriage. “Itto! You’re supposed to already know about this!” Yoimiya whisper screamed to Itto, before he snapped out of his trance. 

“OH RIGHT. (Name), Ayato, you’re getting married.” “Hey- Wait! Itto! They still need to make their decisions!” “IF you agree to,” Itto finished, earning yet another sigh, this time from Yoimiya.

You scanned through the documents about the conditions. The words “Mainly for public appearance” stood out to you. You still didn’t know why Ayato stopped texting you a few years ago, so your perspective of him had changed a little… Maybe a lot.

“Ahem! I’ll go through the terms and conditions for this. The meeting will end after this, and (Name), Ayato, the both of you will have 2 weeks to make your decision before the next meeting.” Yoimiya then began to read out some of the contents. 

“The married couple will share a house after they get married, although sharing a room is optional… Finally, if both sides come to a mutual agreement, the contract will be terminated, and they will be able to get a divorce after a minimum of 3 years of being married. Great! That’s all. Do you guys have any questions?” 

A solid minute passed with an uncomfortable silence hanging in the air until the both of you spoke in unison. “No, I don’t.” The moment those words left your lips, you both looked at each other, his violet eyes making brief contact with yours before flinching away. 

“Alright then! That’s a wrap for today's meeting! We’ll meet again in two weeks’ time,” Yoimiya concluded, clasping her hands together. All of you stood up, bidding goodbye to each other. Just as you left the room, you heard shouts that were muffled by the door from inside. “YOIMIYA! Does this mean I can finally challenge you to another ramen eating competition?” You couldn’t hear anything after that, deciding to just go home. You’d have to think carefully about the decision, and to do that, you needed some time alone. 

The door clicked open just as you were about to walk away, Ayato now standing behind you. “Oh, you’re still here. Good work today, (Name).” “Same goes to you, Ayato,” you responded to him before walking ahead. You were just desperate to get home and take a shower at that point.

It wasn’t long before you got back to your apartment, and stepped into the shower. Thoughts about the meeting earlier clouded your mind. Being married to Ayato… He hadn’t been in your life since he graduated college. Why did he suddenly appear? 

You were blow drying your hair after you got out of the shower, and…

Ding!

Oh. Another notification. You thought it would be your calendar again, reminding you of the things you needed to do tomorrow, since Yoimiya would had shut her phone off during this time. It occurred to you then that tomorrow was your rest day, and your calendar was cleared. 

You picked your phone up, looking at the notifications bar. The message was from an unknown sender. Though, you did notice a name in the text that relieved your heart, knowing it wasn’t from someone random. 

“(Name), are you still awake? It’s Ayato here. Do you want to meet up?” 

RBs + Follows appreciated!! Hope you enjoyed <3

[nikarie5]

First Frost

Rating: General Audience, no ship unless squinting General description: Leo finds out what happens when a sidewalk frosts over. Cast: Leo Knut, Finn O'Hara, Remus Lupin Thanks to @noots-fic-fests for organising, and @lumosinlove for such lovely characters to play with. ---

“Awww, yikes!”

Leo goes down, grabbing onto the railing as his gangly legs flail out from under him. He starts pulling himself back up, his legs dancing on the slippery pavement as he tries to find traction. Failing, he gives up and scoots on his butt to sit against the railing’s post. Finn collapses with laughter in the doorway.

“Is this why you wanted to get up early and go for a walk before practice, Knut?”, Finn asks as he regains his breath.

“It looks so pretty out, like everything has been etched over by tiny lutins. I forgot elves are also known for being dangerous, luring unsuspecting travelers to their doom,” Leo drawls, looking out over the frosted over shrubbery that lined the path sloping down to the sidewalk and road. “I had read about this, but never seen it before. Our sidewalks are different kinds of booby traps down in Nola.”

“This is your first ever frost? That does explain how a professional hockey player can’t manage to walk on a tiny dusting of ice,” Finn teases as he helps Leo lever himself up off the ground and shuffle back to safe ground. “Grip with your toes, grip with your toes.” Finn twirls the car keys around one finger. “Tell ya what. I’ll drive us to practice and park in the outdoor lot instead of the spot in the garage, and you can practice on a flat surface.” He throws his arm around Leo’s waist and starts steering him towards the stairwell. “You’ll get plenty of opportunities to see frost up close and personal this winter here in Gryffindor, I promise.”

Leo leans in to the support Finn is giving him, hoping Finn can’t feel his heartbeat speeding up at the casual contact initiated by his shorter teammate. He blows lightly on his palms, happy he had had the forethought to put on his light knit gloves before venturing out onto the treacherous pavement. The last thing he needed was scraped up hands, he’s still getting used to his new Lions blocker and glove.

In the car, Leo presses his forehead to the window, watching the frosted landscape pass by, marvelling as they pass through the park across from the arena.

Finn pulls into an empty space in the near-deserted parking lot, about halfway between the subway station exit and the arena’s entry. Hopping out of the car, he yells out to the lone walker leaving the subway, “Loops! Come watch a baby deer learn to walk!” He dashes around the hood to open Leo’s door before he can do it himself.

Remus comes striding over, and offers Leo a hand to get out of the car. “Oh right, I guess you aren’t used to walking on frost yet. It’s a vital skill up here, especially if you aren’t planning on getting your own car.”

Leo leans lightly on Remus, gripping his forearm tightly as Leo’s feet threaten to betray him on the slippery concrete. “Thanks Loops. I haven’t got the trick of it yet.”

Finn butts in, “I told him the trick is to grip with your toes.” Loops joins in, chanting with Finn, “Grip with your toes, grips with your toes!”  The two look at each other, give a high five, “Ya man!”.

“I am so lost right now”, comments Leo, still struggling to find his footing while Remus shakes with laughter next to him.

“Kiss my lucky egg?” Finn asks.

“Some people say you know you can’t believe”, Remus starts off, with Finn joining in for “Hey Jamaica, we got a bobsled team.”

Leo looks at them both, completely bewildered. “I am definitely missing the reference. Seriously, how do I do this?”

“Aw, sorry Knut. Here, for now, practice sliding your feet along as though you are skating, just with smaller strides.” Finn steps out in front, demonstrating, then Remus slowly slides one foot forward and waits for Leo to copy him.

“You got this Knut, you are a professional hockey player, you can skate. It’s just like skating,” Remus adds, guiding Leo into another step forward.

The three make their way slowly to the rink’s entrance, Leo chanting the whole time under his breath, “I’m a hockey player, I can do this. I’m a hockey player, I can do this.”

[thegarden66]

Garden of Eden

Chapter 1: Call this # Now

Ice cubes melting in her Glass, a young boy tugging at his moms dress to show her a rock he found, someone ordering a coffee, leaves falling off the trees, raked together to perfectly frame the sidewalk by the campus cafe. Usually it was easy for y/n to listen to her girlfriends talk about everything that the college life of rich girls had to offer. But somehow today, she couldn't quite seem to focus. „Hey, are you listening?“ Cassie looks at her with big eyes „Sorry. I zoned out, what did you say?" she stirs her coffee and takes a sip. „I was just telling you how Rickie acted like a total dick earlier.“ Cassie crosses her arms. „I was thinking of going to the party without him today, you feel me? Post some pics of me looking good, just to make him jealous or something.“ she says unfazed. „You're coming, right?“ „Yeah, of course! Not sure what you're supposed to do about Rickie though. Hasn't he always been like this? Maybe you should just let him go.“ Cassie rolls her eyes, chewing on the straw of her smoothie. "Ugh, I don't know why I even asked you in the first place. It's not like you're known for boys being your speciality." She opens her mouth as to add to her rant, but decides against it. Emma gives her a nudge with her elbow. "Cass you're such a bitch sometimes. It's not her fault you're dating an asshole." Cassie looks down on her freshly done nails and sighs. „Yeah, I know. It’s just- I don’t understand why he's acting like this. He used to be all nice and a real gentleman but now all he does is get mad and bitch around." Y/n looks out of the coffee shop window and the conversation fades into the background. She finishes her drink, grabs her purse and gets up. „Its fine Cass. I get it, you’re upset. It’s just I-„ she pauses. „Im not good at this stuff. You know me. I wish I could say something to make you feel better but I genuinely don’t know what. I’m sorry.“ she looks at her friend with a tired smile. „I think I should really go now though, I still need to grab some stationary for uni and I shouldn't be home too late. Bye guys, see you later!“

Stepping out of the cafe, she takes a big breath, fixes her skirt and pulls out her phone, hoping the girls didn’t notice her obvious lie to get out of there. She types in a number and her phone starts ringing. As a voice on the other end of the line greets her, y/n smiles and starts nervously running her fingers along the hem of her cardigan. "Hello, I'm y/n. Is this the manager of Club Velvet?“ „It’s him.“ the voice answers „Amazing! I called one of your staff members earlier to ask if it would be possible to shoot some scenes at your venue for a documentary I'm working on. I know you have a small gig coming up tomorrow with a punk band performing and I'd love to interview some of the guests, film the performance and maybe even speak to the band. Would that be possible? If you want to look at my work I can forward some of my previous documentaries." „Ah, yes. The aspiring movie director.“ he answers with a sarcastic undertone. „Sure, that’s fine with me. Yes, my colleague already told me about it and you can film at our location but I'd have to ask the boys from the band first if they would be up for an interview. I’ll do that and call you back later alright?" "Oh really? That would be amazing thank you so much. I'm practically already waiting for your call back!" Y/n says, laughing nervously. The line goes silent for a second until she hears the manager breathing in sharply on the other end. „Yeah sure. You’ll hear from me. G‘bye" The connection cuts off and y/n stands there awkwardly for a second before she makes her way down to the subway station.

The way home goes by twice as fast as usual and as much as she loves to people watch while riding the train, she just sits there with her eyes closed and a big smile on her face, thinking about the upcoming shoot. There has always been this passion for people in her life. Learning their hobbies ambitions and dreams, what they do to pass the time and the things they enjoy. It was in high school when she discovered filmmaking and even though she's never thought of herself as a very creative person, capturing the world from her own perspective has revealed a new side of herself. Only as she walks up the stairs to her apartment in Manhattan her mood shifts when she remembers the upcoming New-Term Fall-Party. Y/n has never been one to pass up on a good party and surely it’s gonna be a great evening. Yet a quiet voice inside of her head is begging to stay home and she can’t understand why.

Either way, canceling on the girls would be easier said than done and the following disappointment and being excluded from any friend group activities for a week ist absolutely not worth staying home. As Y/n steps into the already steaming hot shower, it’s almost making her forget the looming dread of going out tonight. She gets out, curls her hair and ties it into a half up/ half down hairstyle. Because makeup has never been her strong suit, she keeps it simple with brown eyeshadow to accentuate her eyes, a rosy shimmer on top, mascara, blush and a nude lip that matches the color of her jumper dress ontop of her favorite bell-sleeved blouse. To tie the outfit together, she puts on black knee high leather boots, a matching bag and a blazer. One last check in the mirror, a quick breathing exercise and she is out the door, and as a small treat to herself, on her way to take a cab to the party.

Emma, Cassie and Julie are already standing infront of the club. The four have been best girlfriends since Highschool. They greet each other with hugs and compliments and make their way past the bouncer, straight to the bar, where Julie promptly orders a round of drinks. The barkeeper hands out champagne flutes to the four and Emma turns around, facing her friends, and tying her arms around Cassie’s and Julie’s waists. She sticks her head in the middle of the group and speaks a toast, yelling over the club music. „To a new term, hot parties, wild nights and my favorite girls.“ They all laugh, clunk their glasses and take a sip. „So are we gonna go dance or what?“ Cassie shouts. They move to the dance floor, shoving away confused first term students and making room for themselves, shaking their hips, balancing champagne glasses in their hands until they find a good place to stay. Four girls dancing in a circle, singing along to bad remixes of pop songs, forgetting the world around them. To y/n this moment is movie worthy. The purest form of bliss she could ever imagine. The effortless fun of dancing to rihanna with your best friends while pearls of sweat are forming on their foreheads. It almost makes her feel stupid about not wanting to go at first. After a while of silly dancing and singing the wrong lyrics to obnoxiously bad pop songs Cassie looks at her phone and gestures the girls to follow her off the dance floor. „What’s wrong?“ Julie asks. „Rickie called, he wants to meet!“ Emma looks at her confused „What about looking hot and making him jealous?!“ Cassie holds back a chuckle and shrugs. „I’ll meet you guys again later.“ The other girls exchange looks and Julie rolls her eyes. „I guess in the meantime I’ll go get some more drinks. I could really use a break!“ „Sure Julie! Y/n and I are gonna go check for a free couch in one of the lounges! I know one of the bouncers. Maybe i can get us into vip!“ Emma grabs y/n‘s Arm, ready to go as y/n feels her phone vibrate in her bag. „Emma wait!“ She lifts up her phone. „I really gotta take this call! I’ll step outside for a second“ she hurries outside while Emma looks after her, barely making it in time to take the Call. „Miss y/n. We spoke earlier.“ it’s the Manager. Her heart starts beating faster and she’s fidgeting nervously. „You asked me if you could speak to the band, remember?“ „Yes of course!“ „Well it seems like todays your lucky day! They’re free for a short interview but in a bit of a time crunch. I can forward you the contact but if you want to meet them you have to call this number now!“

[rakka-kasahara]

2024-11-16

Dream:

A bit of a long one, I am pretty sure this was all one dream, though I am a bit unsure of the first part.

It starts at the post office and I am checking my PO box. I think there was a phone or something in there playing some anime, and I go sit down to watch it. I know there there are some other details that I am missing. I believe there were some other people there and the post office also had a sort of basement? It was sort of like a subway. While on the phone, I see an ad or something for a new game. I believe the game started with MM or that was the name of the developers. It was being touted as being fully developed by women and women only. I decide to play it and am now in the game world. It is a 3D RPG of some sorts, but the graphics were a little dated. I am there with some other girl, and we are exploring the town. We keep climbing up to the top of the town, going up hills and stairs. When we reach the top, it is this nice field of flowers and a cliff overlooking a valley with mountains. There is a zip line going to the base of one of the mountains, so I ride it. At the base, there are some other people and they have their bag of stuff lying around. However, I notice a kitty lying on her back in the stuff. She gets up and hobbles towards me. She is all hurt and is missing a leg and has a sort of messed up mouth and is bleeding. There are other kitties, and they are all kind of hurt. At this point, I am now at my Grandma M's house. The kitties are running around and I think one claws me. I go to the basement, and Brother A is there. A kitty jumps out of some boxes and attack him. I go back up the stairs, and I see my Grandma on a landing halfway up. She is upset because she dropped Grandpa's CRT. She thinks she broke it. The plastic bezel has fallen off, but nothing appears broken. I ask her if she heard a cracking noise or something. I go back downstairs to check on my own CRT. I go to pick it up, and it is cracked. The plastic is bending when I try to pick it up. I end up grabbing and I notice it is full of water. I tip it over and start dumping out the water. I bring it back up stairs, and I wake up.

Analysis:

I think the post office was sort of merged with a bus station I almost got stranded at. Not sure why the MM game, but maybe it was based off of one of those HoyoVerse games? Wuthering Waves, WW, MM? I don't really play gatcha games, but I think those games are full of lesbians, or that is what their fandoms say. So, maybe that is the only "women only developers" part. The town was probably based off of Nightfall Travelers Leave only Footprints. There is a scene in the manga where they climb up some stairs and reach a field at the top of the town. The town is old and packed with buildings and very hilly. The manga becomes color at this point and is very beautiful. Grandma M's basement was probably a bit merged with Grandma D's basement. Not sure of the kitties, but I kind of didn't like that part. I have an old CRT, and there used to be a CRT in Grandma's basement that we watched Boo Bahs on.

[daemosghost]

I have no clue if I ever posted this, but this old drawing was a depiction of a recurring dream I constantly had for a while.

Also story about that recurring dream below because it was super vivid and for some reason my body actually thought I perished.

Each time I have the dream: I wake up in the high school I went to, things seem fine at first but then screams begin. I look outside one of the classrooms to see people being chased by horrifying creatures. They are not your typical zombie, they move relatively fast, at around the normal pace or less they moved in when still alive, only being weighed down by their melted, bloated skin. All of the creatures are covered in blood.

The first time I had the dream:

I successfully escaped the high school as I witnessed people being mauled, I begin running as fast as I can without being chased, I make it past the road to the elementary school's bus rider drop off area, only being about 3 minutes away from the nearby Subway and gas station before some monsters notice me, but attack some people not far behind me instead. I'm running out of breath out of breath but I must get to at least the gas station and hide before I'm chased after and found. By the time I make to the gas station, it's no use, I hear screaming inside. I get to the Subway not too far away, that's no good either, I rush off to the Dollar General, hoping not to be seen. I don't know where these things are coming from, but I do know they must be coming from the city, therefore they haven't made it to my home yet, but I must get to my family fast before those things make it there. Sweating profusely, I make it to the parking lot, hiding behind a car to catch my breath. 'I need water' I thought to myself, I look through the window of the car, nothing visible. I see nothing around yet so I quickly go inside the store to the back where the freezers are for a cool drink. I quickly pick one of the large bottles of Smart Water opening it then immediately gulping down half of it. I leave the store, noticing the zombies heading my way, I bolt off immediately, the creatures not far behind, I spot a presumably abandoned bus not far away as as I see also see the side road that will lead me to my home, I could either split off early past the bus, or keep going straight which would only take me longer. I decide not to hide in the bus, but I trip, I immediately begin getting eaten by the zombies. I wake up from the dream shaking severely.

The next two times I make the same options as the first time.

The 4th time, I decide to hide in the bus: There's two other people hiding, we watch as the monsters run off, when the coast is clear I immediately run off again, eventually, I make it there, immediately running to the porch, locking the door there, then making it inside, locking that door. I immediately try to warn everyone not to go outside and to stay quiet but they aren't listening, I look out the screen door, already seeing some of the zombies roaming. I run off to try and gather some things I'll need already hearing banging at the door. It's too late, they burst through the door. I run to my room and lock the door closing my ears so I cant hear the screams. A timeskip takes place, a month later, my family had all turned to one of those zombies not long after the attack and regularly roam the halls every few minutes. I'm running low on food now as I've been snacking on snacks, leftovers and candy in my room , careful to keep quiet. It's not doing much good to stay here any longer, I have to be careful and time my exit right. And I clearly don't time it right, my life gets ended immediately.

The 5th time goes smoother, my family was hearing about it from local news first this time and were hurrying to pack everything into the vehicles as I arrived: Unfortunately all the pets had to stay, all food sources were opened up and made available beforehand, the ducks and chickens greenhouse doors were opened so they could prosper as they'd like, the indoor pets had an exit too, the back door leading to the back porch being opened, we all pack into different vehicles, I end up with my grandmother and one of my uncles as she floors it down the road, we listen in on the local radio as we go, apparently there's a safe haven open for noninfected people at the city's large campus, they had plenty of room at the University gyms and dormitories, luckily both the people I was with were former employees of the University so they knew where exactly to go. We stopped at the shopping center for some supplies but that was our mistakes. Game over again.

The 7th time in the dream, we head directly to the campus this time: The ones in charge of ensuring we get inside okay quickly usher us in, we have no clue if my grandfather and brother are safe. Especially considering my brother is disabled and prone to being disruptive, we just hope everything is fine. For the next few months all is well when suddenly we hear shouting, people start yelling that the Infected have found their way here and a few have made their way inside. I immediately run to find my family members and get to an exit as quick as possible, we make it to the parking lot as people are panicking, running and pushing. We have to find whatever car or truck we can get in. And with just our luck after running to find unlocked vehicles, I find one with the keys still in the gear. I rush over but as I do so my uncle is caught, I grab my grandmother and we make it into the vehicle, we have to process what happened later. I take the wheel, despite not having driven before, and then I wake up.

[the-scarlet-witch-22]

Chaconne: Part Twelve (Agatha Harkness x Reader)

Word Count: 4.1K

Summary: As the fall season progresses, and as tensions rise, Y/N decides on what to do about her relationship with Agatha Harkness and goes to an audition for Natasha Romanov

Link: Here is a link to the Chaconne playlist I made on Spotify :) I’ve posted the pieces mentioned in this chapter (Vivaldi, Paganini, and Wieniawski) and add in other songs as well

A/N: Hello Chaconne readers! It’s been a minute. I hope you’re all doing well. I apologize for the delay in updating, life has been very busy but I am determined to finish the first arc of Chaconne. I wanted to do a quick little note to address a musician who is listed in the story. It was brought to my attention that some of you may think Hilary Hahn is a fictional person I made up but she is real! Please google her. I love her. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this chapter. We’re nearing the end! I think I’ve updated my tag list but if I left anyone off please remind me- I apologize if I did! As always thank you for reading! Please feel free to leave comments & my inbox is always open for messaging, it always makes my day to hear from y’all ❤️

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Y/N POV

It had been twelve hours since the Times article had been published and you barely left your bedroom. A small part of you was aching to talk to Agatha, as you had grown accustomed to spending most of your waking hours in her presence. But those feelings of longing were outweighed by the heaviness you felt in your chest. You had so many questions, and you were unsure if getting answers would bring you out of this catatonic state.

Your brain replayed your last conversation with the conductor on a constant, agonizingly painful loop. It was pathetic really, but you couldn’t stop. Unfortunately those thoughts slowly transitioned to questioning every interaction you’d shared with Agatha and Wanda since starting your job. Every angry jab Agatha would throw in when the pianist was mentioned. How jealous she appeared whenever Wanda was in close proximity to you. All this time you had assumed the strange behavior was driven by her hatred of Wanda, and she didn’t want you associating with the pianist because of it. Now you were beginning to wonder if it was all some elaborate ruse to cover up an alleged affair.

Finally you couldn’t take your own self pity anymore; you needed to get out of your apartment. Fresh air would surely do you some good. Fall was in full swing in New York, and the cooler air sent a rush of adrenaline through your veins as you weaved through the crowds. You need to be somewhere calm to clear your head, which could be challenging while living in one of the busiest cities in the world. The most obvious choice would be to walk through Chelsea Market for coffee before taking a walk along the High Line. The mere thought of the park usually made you feel better, but instead you felt your chest ache at the memory of your most recent visit with Agatha.

Agatha throwing a fit as you insisted on taking the subway, and how you all but dragged her down the stairs of the station. Agatha, arrogant as ever, insisting on standing on the train and ultimately falling on your lap. Agatha holding your hand, intertwining your fingers as you strolled through The High Line. Agatha being carefree and the closest to happy you had ever seen. Agatha inviting you to her home. Agatha being domestic and cooking you dinner. Agatha humming under her breath, producing the most beautiful melody. Agatha watching you eat and admitting how much she enjoyed your company. Agatha, Agatha, Agatha. Always Agatha.

Your brain swirled with thoughts of the conductor until you couldn’t take it anymore. You needed to go somewhere to sort out your feelings, and clearly The High Line was the last place you should visit. But still, you needed to be outdoors. Racking your brain, you thought of one place you hadn’t ventured to in a while. It was a bit of a trek to get there, but today you seemed to have nothing but time on your hands.

The subway was unusually quiet this morning, once again reminding you of your time on the train with Agatha. No, you thought quietly, you needed to stop. Attempting to distract yourself, you began sorting through your purse, yet as the train made its first stop your mind once again wandered to the conductor. How she scrunched her nose at your suggestion to sit down, and how hard it was for you to reign in your laughter when she fell on your lap. A smile played at your lips before you remembered your current situation, and felt a familiar tug at your heart. You missed her. How was that even possible? You had spent the majority of your life without Agatha Harkness, yet only after a few months in her presence she was all you could think of. Thankfully you reached your stop before you could remind yourself of the painful reason why the conductor was always on your mind.

Exiting the station, you enjoyed the cool breeze that left you feeling comfortable enough in your light coat. There was nothing quite like fall in New York City. The crimson and carnelian leaves rustling in the wind around you seemed to bring Vivaldi’s Autumn to life. While you always looked forward to fall and winter, your violin did not feel the same. You were already dreading the extra time it would take you to tune, as the colder weather could cause the stringed instrument to go flat.

Luckily this was perfect walking weather, and you could already feel your brain fog clearing as you reached your destination; The Met Cloisters. As a child you always enjoyed your family trips to The Met, but adored the rare trip to The Cloisters even more. Nestled in Fort Tryon Park, it felt as if you had traveled through time. The Met Cloisters housed relics from the Middle Ages and it was unlike anything you’d experienced.

As much as you adored strolling through the various galleries and admiring the medieval art, or taking a walk through one of the gardens, there was one spot you were longing to visit; The West Terrace. It was your hidden oasis, and was one of the only spots in New York that sometimes made you forget you were in such a crowded and occasionally overwhelming city. Situated on the hill, it overlooked the Hudson River and often provided you a quiet space for thinking. During the fall it was a brilliant swirl of gold and red hues, which produced a stunning backdrop. The terrace was relatively vacant at this time of day, and you were thankful for the peace and quiet. For the first time all week, you felt better.

Finally turning on your phone, your heart sank at the number of messages from Agatha. As upset as you were, you knew you needed to at least tell her you were okay. You sent a quick text back, and you considered calling her when a different notification caught your eye and almost caused you to drop your phone. You had received an email from Natasha Romanov asking if you were available to meet later this evening for an audition.

Natasha Romanov was perhaps the greatest violinist you had ever seen live…well besides Hilary Hahn. With the stature and grace of a ballerina, she made every flourish of her bow and run up and down the fingerboard look elegant. You had followed her since the start of her career, and she became more popular as the years went on. Soon, you had seen news of her headlining every major orchestra. You religiously watched any recording of her performances you could find and even followed her on Instagram. The chance to audition for Natasha Romanov was one in a million, and you couldn’t believe how lucky you were.

But were you ready for that pressure? Performing for Natasha Romanov was quite a step up from being Agatha’s assistant, and were you ready for it? Sighing, you realized you were wasting precious time and it was almost noon. You would need at least an hour to get back to your apartment, and would need an additional hour to practice and prepare. It wouldn’t hurt to meet with Natasha. Surely the worst thing that could happen would be being rejected from her group, and you could handle that. Replying to Natasha’s email, you hurriedly left the museum to get ready.

Which is how you found yourself standing in the doorway of Natasha’s studio. Natasha Romanov was even more breathtaking in person. Her red hair was pulled back in a braid, and she was rehearsing what sounded like one of Paganini’s 24 Caprices. You watched her perform, eyes closed as she let her fingers guide her through the passages. It took you a moment to clock it as No. 4 in C Minor. While you often struggled to hit every double stop accurately and have your notes be in tune, Natasha made it look as easy as breathing. She moved from passage to passage with such ease and unwavering stamina, never relenting in intensity.

She eventually noticed you hovering in the doorway and stopped practicing. “Y/N?” Natasha asked, and you paused for a moment before nodding.

Natasha approached you and held out her hand, and you shook it and offered her a small smile. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Miss Romanov, thank you for this audition.”

“Well Wanda’s told me a lot about you,” Natasha continued as you fidgeted with your violin case as you unpacked, putting a generous amount of rosin on your bow. “She seems to feel you have too much talent to be wasting away as someone’s assistant.”

Despite your conflicted feelings regarding Agatha, you still felt anger at the violinist’s words. “I’m not wasting away, and I happen to love my job.”

“Yet you wanted to meet me,” Natasha pointed out. “Which must mean some part of you is considering a change in careers.”

“I guess I might be reconsidering a few things,” you admitted, and felt a small pang of guilt at the admission.

Natasha let out a low hum. “You’re a violinist, Y/N, not someone’s secretary. There’s no shame in wanting to perform, is there?”

Despite the churning in your stomach, you knew Natasha had a point. This is what you’d dreamed for as long as you could remember; to be on stage with your violin. For all of the hours you chose to practice instead of going out with your friends. The strenuous lessons with passive aggressive professors that made you want to bash your head against a wall. Countless hours spent crying in practicing rooms after lessons with said professors. Recital preparation that required your undivided attention as you attempted to memorize and perfect every last bar. You had sacrificed everything for this. This was the life of a musician. Nothing came before the music.

After taking a few moments to tune your strings, you remained silent, stewing in your thoughts. It appeared Natasha noticed a change in your attitude. “What have you prepared for me?”

The most obvious answer would be Chaconne. It would be the safer choice, as it was the primary piece you’d been working on with Agatha. But you’d recently started a new concerto, one you’d been dying to play for years; and it happened to be one you knew Natasha was fond of.

“The first movement of Wieniawski’s Violin Concerto No. 2.”

That appeared to capture Natasha’s attention, as you watched the violinist lean against the grand piano with a curious expression on her face. “Interesting choice. I last played that with the-”

“The LA Philharmonic last November,” you blurted out, and Natasha stared at you, perplexed. “I went to the concert. You were incredible.”

Natasha hummed again, before nodding. “Thank you. It’s a rigorous piece, are you sure you can handle it?”

Normally you would have let your inner voice chime in with your unrelenting self-doubt, but you were reminded of a particularly grueling lesson with Agatha. There were three things Agatha loathed (in no particular order); Wanda Maximoff (although you wondered how true that was), TikTok, and cowardice.

It was a rather late evening in the symphony hall, and Agatha had just finished attempting to fix the way you held your bow, bringing up the importance of how to curve your fingers just so. Unfortunately, each time the conductor did this, she was standing right behind you, one hand on your waist, the other on the hand holding your bow. You swore she moved closer with every word of the dangers of holding the bow with an unbent thumb, and your brain practically short circuited as she whispered in your ear to “relax.”

As soon as she stepped back, you could all but feel her burning gaze, thankful she wasn’t able to see the burning in your cheeks. Clapping her hands together, she went to leave the stage in her usual flourish. “Now, dear, just as we practiced. When you position your bow on the string keep your posture relaxed enough to ensure your bow hand fingers will be able to bend,” Agatha instructed, and you nodded. You could do that, right?

Gently raising your violin to rest on your shoulder, you rolled your shoulders back and placed your bow on the string. Taking a quick glance at your bow hand, you internally panicked as you felt yourself tense up. Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath and tried to relax, just as Agatha had whispered in your ear mere moments ago. But the more you urged yourself to relax, you became more tense. Finally you shook your head and placed your violin under your arm as you looked out to Agatha.

“I can’t do it.”

The conductor sat in the front row, hands folded neatly and legs crossed. There was a curious expression on her face, not quite annoyed but not amused either. She stared at you for a bit of time, the silence growing through the vastly empty hall until she let out a low hum.

“Then get out,” she said simply, motioning to the door. “And come back when you’re ready to work.”

Giving her an incredulous look, you shook your head again. “But I am working. I’m doing everything you’re telling me, and I’m telling you that I can’t do this.”

You had struggled with your bow hold for as long as you could remember. Various teachers had fixed it to their liking, and unfortunately different teachers had different methods they swore by. Your undergraduate professor thought you to be an anomaly. He couldn’t fathom how you were able to keep your left hand relaxed enough to move up and down the fingerboard with ease, but struggled to keep your bow hand relaxed.

“There’s a difference between being unable to do something and being afraid to do it,” Agatha remarked. The same curious expression was on her face, but this time she made no attempt to join you on stage. “What are you afraid of?”

Her question was slightly probing, and it caught you off guard, yet you replied without even thinking. “Failure.”

“Then don’t fail,” Agatha countered, finally standing up. The click-clacking of her heels echoed throughout the hall as she walked onstage, standing across from you. “If this is what you want, you need to tune out any sense of self doubt. Out of all those people that will fill those seats,” she motioned to the empty hall in front of you, “there is going to be one person holding their breath, thinking that you’ll find a way to fuck up. Don’t let that person be you.”

Agatha wasn’t a very open person, but her words seemed oddly personal, causing you to wonder if she told herself the same thing before performances. It seemed the conductor realized she was being too vulnerable as she cleared her throat. “From the top.”

Coming back to reality, you shrugged as you fixed your shoulder rest. “I guess you’ll have to wait and see.”

That earned you a smirk. “Well I see you’ve certainly spent enough time with Harkness.” Taking a seat at the table, Natasha nodded towards you. “Whenever you’re ready.”

Wieniawski’s concertos have always been a favorite of yours. As with most pieces composed during the romantic era, there were many lush and colorful passages, starting with the opening theme from the orchestra complete with thick cords and furious runs. Wieniawski’s Concerto No. 2 in D Minor was no different. The opening was around 2 minutes long before you came in. However since you were playing unaccompanied, you mentally hummed the last few bars the orchestra played before your entrance.

The main theme reminded you of the sweetest pain you could experience. It was the sort of yearning you felt when you had a broken heart. The swirling and moody passages went from fast runs up and down the fingerboard to sweet melodies as your violin sang its grief. Playing Wieniawski wasn’t for the faint of heart, as the late composer was considered to be one of the greatest violin virtuosos of all time. The first movement was filled with difficult double stops, arpeggios, and chromatic glissandos that left your fingers all but aching by the end.

Just as you finished a particularly challenging passage complete with double stops, Natasha raised a hand to stop you. “I’ll be in touch in a few days,” Natasha offered, and you had heard that line enough times to know what it meant. It was usually followed by a polite but curt email informing you they decided to ‘go in a different direction.’

Thanking the violinist, you left the studio with a clear destination in your mind. It was late, and you knew the smart choice would be to go home and sleep. But you never made the best decisions. Which is how you ended up on Agatha’s doorstep, violin case still in hand. After debating on whether to ring the doorbell or just go home, you decided you were being ridiculous and rang the doorbell.

A few moments later the door opened to reveal Agatha looking more exhausted than you’d ever seen. The dark circles under her eyes made you silently wonder if the conductor had gotten any sleep. You waited for something, anything. For her to yell at you for completely ignoring all her calls and messages. Or for her to slam the door in your face. Yet instead you got… nothing. Only Agatha staring at you as if she had seen a ghost.

You broke the awkward silence first. “I’m sorry, I know it’s late. I probably should’ve called.”

The conductor remained silent, and you wondered if you made the right choice in coming by unannounced. “Agatha…” Trailing off, you tried to find the right words to say. You knew you had needed the time to gather your thoughts, to know what you wanted to ask her. But somehow seeing her standing in front of you, looking as though she thought she’d never see you again, words failed you.

Clearing her throat, the conductor looked you up and down with a disapproving glance. “You look freezing, Y/N. Why aren’t you wearing a coat?” Gently reaching for your arm, she coaxed you inside, and you felt shivers from her touch. “You’re going to catch a cold, you need to be more careful.”

You were barely aware of anything else besides Agatha’s arm wrapped around your shoulders as she led you to her sitting room. She was quietly mumbling to herself, but you weren’t focusing enough to hear what she was saying. Motioning for you to sit on the couch she grabbed a blanket to wrap around you.

Señor Scratchy was on the armchair across from you, and Agatha gently picked him up, stroking his fur. “Would you like some tea?”

Feeling your stomach doing flip flops, you figured drinking anything might not be the best idea. “I’m alright, thank you.”

An uncomfortable silence filled the room as Agatha took a seat on the opposite end of the couch, still holding Señor Scratchy. Despite the conductor being closer to you in what felt like days, you felt further apart from her than ever. There was so much you wanted to say, but you didn’t know where to begin.

Agatha appeared to be lost as well. She was more stoic than you ever remembered her being, and you wondered if the backlash from the article was making its way around the board; more specifically if Hayward was trying to cause problems. As hard as you tried to read the conductor it appeared she put every wall you managed to knock down back up, essentially locking you out.

“I’m sorry for running out yesterday,” You said quietly, trying to get Agatha to look at you. “I should’ve stayed and let you explain. I didn’t know what to do.”

The conductor let out a low hum, as she appeared to be gathering her thoughts. “I can’t say I blame you.” Agatha finally looked up, and met your eyes. “I was hoping to tell you before the article was published but there was no time.”

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion at her words. “You knew they were releasing it?”

“Only the night before,” Agatha explained gently, and you wondered if she was speaking this calmly for you or herself. “That's why I canceled the rehearsal. I have a friend who’s a reporter at The Times and they gave me a heads up.” She scoffed. “Although I’m not sure how much of a heads up it really was.”

“So you left to try and kill the story?” You guessed, realizing that explained the conductor’s strange behavior that night.

Agatha nodded. “As you can see I was quite unsuccessful.” She shook her head. “I’m sorry for not warning you.”

You wanted to say it was okay, and while you understood she had to have been under a tremendous amount of stress, you still had a few unanswered questions. “So it’s true?”

Agatha chuckled, and you wondered if you should’ve stayed quiet. “It’s true, but I haven’t talked to Wanda, much less seen her since Greece.” She noticed your downcast expression and sighed. “Y/N, it’s not what you think.”

You scoffed, attempting to stay calm. “So you didn’t have an affair with Wanda?”

Agatha arched an eyebrow at your tone, but continued on. “It was an indiscretion, and a mistake I believe I will regret for the rest of my life.” You stayed silent, stewing over her words, so she kept going. “It was over at the end of that summer. Wanda broke it off, and that’s that.”

“That’s that?” You asked quietly. “So you don’t…” trailing off, you quickly decided you didn’t want to know the answer to the question you were most worried about.

Agatha gently set Señor Scratchy down next to her before turning to look at you. “You have nothing to worry about, Y/N. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, but there is absolutely nothing there.”

“You’re sure?”

“Wanda is incredibly infuriating and I am looking forward to being done with this concert series.” Agatha said, reaching across to grab your hand. “Do you trust me?”

That was an excellent question. Did you trust Agatha? On the outside the conductor appeared moody and stand-offish to the world. She had incredibly high standards, and was extremely demanding. You watched her make people cry in every MSO rehearsal, and had sent countless interns running for the hills. On paper Agatha should be the last person you trust.

But then there was the Agatha you knew. The brooding conductor who made sure you ate when you were stressed, and offered you rides home when leaving work too late. Agatha pushing you against the piano and kissing you. Agatha making you dinner and showing you her home. Agatha who made your insides feel like they were being filled with rays of sunshine every time she looked at you. You trusted Agatha. You loved her.

“I trust you,” you confirmed. “No more secrets?”

Agatha smirked. “What’s life without secrets darling?”

You wondered if you should bring up the audition you had with Natasha, when the beeping of your phone grabbed your attention, and you excused yourself as Agatha went to make tea. Going through your voicemail, you had one message from a number you didn’t recognize.

“Y/N, sorry to be calling so late. I know I said you’d hear from me in a few days, but I don’t see any point in delaying this. I want you to join my group in Vienna. I’ll have an official offer sent over in the morning. Take a few days to think it over.” There was a pause before Natasha added: “But this is a once in a lifetime opportunity. Let me know whatever you decide.”

“Y/N?” Agatha’s voice rang out from the kitchen. “Have you eaten anything?”

Unfortunately you barely registered Agatha’s question as you replayed the voicemail; making sure you heard Natasha correctly. You made it in. You did it. The happiness and joy you felt was quickly replaced by looming dread. What were you going to tell Agatha?

“Y/N?” Agatha’s voice was growing closer. “Is everything alright?”

Agatha’s eyes searched yours, and you nodded, placing your phone in your back pocket. “Yeah, everything’s great.”

[sunstone-smiles]

The Smile Button

Hello everyone! I’ve had this adorable idea in my head for a while, so I’m excited to finally post it! I hope you enjoy!

Series: Pokemon

Characters: Ingo, Emmet, Joltik

Words: 1,819

Summary: When a curious Joltik discovers something he calls a smile button on the subway bosses, he investigates further with his siblings to see where else these hidden buttons may be. Enjoy!

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With summer starting up in the Unova region, the Nimbasa City Subway has been bustling with more passengers recently. Ingo and Emmet were as busy as ever, taking on battle after battle—winning most of them, but being pleasantly surprised by some tough challengers. However, although they enjoy taking on many trainers, all that battling and running the busy tracks can really tucker them out. 

The two were fortunate enough to leave in the early afternoon today so that they could go home and rest. When they got to their apartment, they slipped on some more comfortable clothes and crashed onto opposite ends of their couch, leaning back on the arms of the sofa. They had put on the TV to relax, but once they realized that their eyes were getting heavy, Ingo turned it off and they soon fell asleep. For yelling at the subway all day, they're surprisingly quiet when they sleep, lightly snoring as they nap peacefully.

While the twins rest, Emmet’s eight tiny Joltik roam around the room. The baby pokemon are children of their Galvantula, who’s currently sleeping in her pokeball alongside the rest of the subway boss’s teammates.

One little Joltik crawls up to the top of the couch to scope out what the twins are doing. He perches himself on the cushions and gazes down at the brothers, watching them as their chests slowly rise and fall while they sleep. Just then, something intriguing catches the little creature’s eyes. Ingo’s shirt had risen when he sunk down into the cushions, revealing a strange looking button on the twin’s belly. The button already looks as if it’s pushed down into Ingo’s tummy, which makes it even more fascinating to the little creature. Joltik blinks its big blue eyes at the new discovery. He hasn't seen anything like it before; and when this little Joltik is curious, he wants to explore. Since the twins are sleeping, he has the perfect opportunity to investigate what it is.

The small pokemon crawls down the cushions of the couch and hops onto Ingo’s bare tummy. Ingo lets out a small huff of air and slightly shifts in his spot, but he stays fast asleep as Joltik sneaks his way closer to the button. Once he’s right in front of it, the little electric type tilts his head in curiosity now that he’s getting a closer look. The button is almost like a tiny hole in the twin’s belly, but it’s perfectly natural to be there. To investigate further, Joltik takes one of his fuzzy legs and pokes the edge of the button. Ingo releases another quiet huff and his tummy twitches at the touch.

The pokemon tilts his head again upon seeing the twin’s subtle reaction. To experiment, Joltik pokes the button once more on the inside. This time, Ingo’s huff sounds like a subtle giggle and a faint smile appears on the subway boss’s face. 

The tiny electric type blinks at the older twin, then at the button on his belly. All of a sudden, the little pokemon’s eyes light up with a grin. Whatever this button does, it seems like when it activates, it makes the trainer happy and smiley. Joltik then wonders if there’s any other hidden or invisible buttons on the subway bosses that can do the same.

With multiple squeaks, the tiny electric type calls his seven other siblings, asking if they can help him explore where exactly these buttons may be. The rest of the Joltik brothers and sisters squeak back at their younger brother in agreement, then crawl up the couch to investigate this discovery alongside him. Three of his siblings join him on Ingo’s tummy, while the other four station themselves near Emmet. 

Once they’re all in position, the four Joltik on Ingo skitter themselves around his belly and start nuzzling their fluffy fur into his skin. The subway boss’s tummy twitches again and his mouth starts to curve into a smile. A few airy giggles begin to slip out, which soon become more audible as the twin slowly wakes up.

“Ehehemmet. Stohop tickling me,” Ingo sleepily giggles with his eyes still closed, thinking that his brother is trying to playfully wake him up.

“I am Emmet! But I’m nohot doing thahahat!” the younger twin giggles from the other side of the couch.

Ingo shoots his eyes open and sits up when he realizes that Emmet isn’t the one tickling him. He notices Emmet curled up on the edge of the couch as multiple Joltik skitter around his torso inside his shirt. Ingo suddenly flinches and starts giggling himself again when he feels little Joltik scurrying across his own torso. Some snuck into his shirt, like the others did with Emmet, and rub their fluffy fur across his ribs and underarms as they search for any more hidden buttons they think exist. Ingo wraps his arms around his middle as the small electric types crawl across him, their legs ticklishly poking at his body. He wriggles in his place on the couch to guard himself, but the Joltik easily slip through his defenses to graze across his ticklish spots.

“Ehehemmet! Tell them to stohop!” Ingo calls for his brother. One little Joltik then skitters its way up Ingo’s neck and perches itself behind his ear, wondering if this spot has a hidden button. The tiny creature nuzzles its fluffy head into the back of his ear, making Ingo jump and scrunch up his shoulders in reflex. 

“Hehey! Nohot there!” Ingo giggles and tries to reach up to move the little creature away, but the electric type swiftly skitters over to his other ear to do the same, then scurries back as it switches between the two spots. 

Meanwhile, Emmet is in hysterics as the Joltik brush across his ticklish upper body and neck. One especially curious Joltik snuggles itself into Emmet’s belly button, sending the younger twin into fits of laughter.

“Cohome on Joholtik! Quihihit it!” Emmet tries to talk the little pokemon out of their attack, which only proves unsuccessful when two of the Joltiks nuzzle into both of his sides simultaneously. Emmet spasms with a giggly smile, then collapses further into the cushions.

“Hahaha! Ingo! Thehey’re nohohot listening!”

The Joltik are highly amused by the cheerful reactions they’re getting from the twins. It seems their theory about the hidden smile buttons turned out to be correct. 

The original Joltik who started these shenanigans then gets a brilliant idea to see if electricity can activate any more of these invisible buttons. He chirps to communicate this idea to his siblings, and they all stop skittering around the twins' torsos to conduct their next playful course of action. While their attack yields, Ingo and Emmet sink down into the cushions and take in deep breaths of air to recover. Suddenly, the subway bosses hear small zaps of electricity coming from under their shirts. At first, they're not sure what this sound is—but then it falls into place. The twins look at each other in horror as the sounds of tiny sparks increase in volume.

“Uh oh-” the two say at the same time before the Joltik release their charged up attack, shocking the twins with ticklish jolts of electricity.

Instantly, the brothers burst into bubbly laughter as the light electric shocks hit their ticklish spots. Emmet releases loud bouts of giggles while Ingo melts into wheezy ones. They both curl up with their arms hugged around themselves as they wriggle on the couch, still careful not to hurt the little creatures; but trying to shake them away from playfully attacking.

Just then, a loud clicking hiss can be heard over the twins’ laughter. The little Joltiks immediately freeze when they hear this familiar call for them, which allows the subway bosses a chance to catch their breath from the humorous shenanigans. One by one, the little Joltiks poke their fuzzy heads out of Ingo and Emmet’s shirts, and notice their mother, Galvantula, narrowing her blue eyes at them. 

When she heard the twin’s loud laughter, she popped herself out of her pokeball to see what was going on, only to find out that her mischievous children were the cause of the ruckus. She clicks again in a scolding tone, seemingly asking about what her children were up to. The little Joltik chirp back to tell their mother about their discovery of ‘smile buttons’, but Galvantula sighs knowing the actual explanation as to why the twins were in hysterics. 

The large electric type clicks once more, telling her children to come out of the twins’ shirts to give them a break. The baby Joltiks listen to their mother and skitter out from under the fabric, accidentally making Ingo and Emmet let out a few more airy giggles when they move off their torsos. 

Once all eight of her children have crawled off the couch and gathered around her, Galvantula chirps over at twins that are lying breathless on the couch. Ingo holds up a reassuring hand while he closes his eyes.

“We’re alright Galvantula.”

“Yes,” Emmet chimes in, “Just verrry out of breath.”

Galvantula lets out a sigh of relief to hear that the twins are fine. She then looks down at her little children and explains to them that these ‘smile buttons’ are actually just where the twins are ticklish. The Joltiks squeak in understanding. They knew what tickling was before, so that reasoning made much more sense once their mother clarified it.

After their talk, the Joltik crawl back to the top of the couch and gaze at the twins with their big blue eyes, purring at them to ask for forgiveness.

“It’s alright,” Ingo responds with a soft smile, “We know you all were just playing.” 

Emmet nods in agreement, then scoops up a Joltik in his hands to playfully nuzzle the little pokemon. “But next time, just go for Ingo.”

The older twin narrows his eyes at him.

“What, I was kidding…Mostly,” Emmet grins. He then lets out a yawn, resulting in Ingo following suit. 

“Looks like some more napping is in order for both of us.” Ingo looks up at the little creatures, “Would you like to join us Joltik?”

The tiny pokemon happily squeak in response, then hop down to snuggle themselves onto the subway bosses. The twins can’t help but chuckle at the pokemon’s cute actions.

“Are all the passengers ready?” Emmet says to the tiny creatures piled onto his stomach. They chirp and snuggle closer to him. “Alright then. All aboard for nap time!”

With that, everyone makes themselves comfortable and closes their eyes to doze off back to sleep. Galvantula gushes at the heartwarming sight, then lies herself down on the floor to join the rest of her family. She closes her eyes alongside them, and they all get some well needed rest after a day of hard work and joyful discoveries.