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domestikhighway58 · 2 years ago

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Home, Alone

HOTCHREID

18+ Explicit

Not too explicit but IDK how this works on the Tumblr

WC: 1600

Hotch comes over for dinner and a movie after Spencer takes a day off. Dinner is heavy and the movie is relaxing but they still find a way to get down with the dirty-dirty, even if it is a little new.

YO--Go order the Hotchreid Zine if you haven't yet! Orders close in like 2 days or so. <3 This is for fun but also for that. <3

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"Hey, yeah, come on up--chicken's done--hang on!"

BUZZ

Hotch shook his head with a tired smile and made his way up once the door to Reid's apartment building finally clicked open.

He had to tell the kid to get the code fixed so he could buzz himself up next time. Hotch had been there every night for nearly two months now. It was probably far past time but Spencer had never had a boyfriend before. This was all new.

Hotch let himself in and found Spencer bustling around his cramped kitchen in an old band t-shirt and a ragged pair of cords, barefoot for once.

"I roasted a chicken, an entire, organic, humanely sourced chicken I had to order from the Market and it only just got here--Aaron, it still had a few feathers in it, I tweezed it but--"

Aaron held up a hand while he shrugged his jacket off.

"Sorry, wait--Spencer, you tweezed the chicken?"

Spencer stared with a rapid blink as he stood up to his full height.

"Yes?" he asked with a wince just as the buzzer dinged again.

"Oh--shit, okay--is it--yes, that's brown enough right? I broiled it for the last little bit, the internal temperature read just at 175 degrees Fahrenheit--"

Hotch placed his hands on Spencer's hips just above the loose old cords. His fingers met warm skin and both men sighed at the subtle contact.

"Get it out and we'll taste test once it's rested. What else did you make on your rare day off?" Aaron breathed into Spencer's long hair.

Spencer shivered and batted him off.

He made quite a lot and he didn't feel like getting distracted yet again before they could actually eat.

Hotch stood back and chuckled, hands raised at the look his love shot him over his shoulder.

"Show me, Reid, I'll behave."

Spencer proceeded to outline in depth the meal he planned for hours that morning at 4 am when he realized he had to take a day off or risk it not carrying over to next year. He was still junior enough on the FBI payroll not to get rollover PTO. It was annoying, sure, but...

He rather enjoyed his random day at home, all alone. Waiting for Hotch to get back from a thankfully clear paperwork day.

They made it to the table this time without a bedroom detour. Spencer found he rather enjoyed the dinnertime banter, the perusal of flavors he found that day in the two dozen cookbooks he memorized, the way Hotch tried and loved his puffed pastry for dessert...

It was truly the first time they had to take time together since starting this secret thing they had.

When the dishes were finally done after a silly attempt at domesticity--Hotch deciding Spencer was far too clinical in his approach and Spencer deciding Hotch knew nothing of hygiene whatsoever--both of them were far too exhausted and full to consider their normal raucous romp.

Spencer leaned against the sink drying his hands with a towel before carefully tossing it in the little basket next to the door for immediate washing. Aaron nearly laughed but groaned instead when he remembered laughing hurt his ridiculously over-stuffed stomach.

"Remind me not to let you force seconds on me of every course, you're like my grandmother, Spencer, Christ, I could pass out right now," the older man lamented with a very content sigh. Spencer blushed and shrugged at him.

He grabbed Aaron's wrist to pull him along to the living room where the rest of their night home alone waited.

Spencer might have been envisioning this for a while. It was all going according to plan so far.

"I didn't forcefeed you, Hotch. But now that you mention it, I would just like to... um, relax? Together? We can have sex, but maybe... right now let's just... be?" he asked quietly with a nod to the couch. His lips twitched up in a hopeful smile and honestly, Hotch had never seen anything more perfect.

"That sounds pretty damn good, Reid. Movie?" he asked with a reciprocal smile.

Spencer sprawled out with a laugh on his couch and reached a hand up to pull Aaron down with him.

"Mhmm. Your choice."

Hotch grinned with a glint in his eye that had Spencer questioning his motives but he stuck by his offer to hand his partner the remote.

Forty-five minutes later found them both nearly catatonic on the couch staring open-mouthed as the fighter jets of Top Gun whizzed to and fro across Spencer's old TV.

Their feet rubbed against each other where they met perched on the coffee table but otherwise they kept to their respective sides out of comfort. Both of them assumed they'd start fucking within the first five minutes like they usually did when they sat down to "watch. a movie" but this time...

The comfort level was at an all time high. Sex could wait.

They both somewhat forgot where they were when the comfort level got a little higher than usual.

Spencer's hand was down his pants within ten minutes of the captivating movie. He was too tired to realize his old private passtime playing out beneath his cords. Simply touching and holding, nothing too crass. Maybe he'd be diverted enough eventually to focus on a fantasy and play it out til orgasm, maybe he'd just sit there touching himself until he fell asleep.

He never did know. Right now, it just felt natural.

Aaron took longer in the pursuit. It wasn't until he saw Spencer's hand moving beneath his pants with long, erratic little pumps that his own cock demanded the same attention. At first, he just watched Spencer just stare at the screen and touch himself like he was entirely alone. He waited for the man to look over and tease him with a grin, invite him over to join.

Then the movie caught his attention again somehow and before he knew what was happening, he was simply stroking his cock out of comfort, completely lost in the theatrics on screen.

They kept going like that until Spencer noticed for the first time with a yawn where his hand was. A glance at Aaron confirmed to him with a shock that they were both just lying there playing footsie absently while playing with themselves.

It was, perhaps, the most erotic moment of Spencer Reid's life.

His hand increased its tempo, sliding up and down his cock beneath his pants as he watched Aaron just fondle himself like that.

Spencer let a tiny moan escape. Aaron shook himself from the sleepy stupor to look over at him. Eyes on his face. On his crotch. The hand moving there.

"Hey," Spencer whispered while Top Gun played out loud in the background.

Aaron swallowed hard.

"Hey."

They both increased the tempo of their strokes.

Feet tangled with feet.

Spencer let hishead fall back against the couch. He pulled his cock out of his pants fully and let it all go, fast, furious strokes, the way Hotch always touched him. When he opened his eyes he saw Hotch had his out too, dragging his fist up and down slow, steady, just the way Spencer rode him.

Spencer felt himself building to that point the longer he watched Aaron touch himself like that.

"You know I... I touched myself every single night for years before you took me that first time... always thinking it was you...." he whispered with a tiny moan like he used to when he still held back.

Aaron nearly lost it when he heard that. Ever since they'd let it all go, ever since they went for it, he hadn't heard Spencer be anything but loud and wild.

Hearing that tiny whisper again...

It had him coming right then and there.

"Fuck--Spencer--baby--k-keep going--come on yourself for me--" he managed to choke out between the throbbing spasms of his cock into his own hand. Hotch didn't care that he came first that time.

It just meant he got to watch Spencer whine and whimper and need more--more Hotch would not be giving despite that desperate look. Their movie was ending. It was time for bed, no matter how much Spencer begged.

"A-Aaron... hmmm... not the same without you--fuck--"

Aaron couldn't help the gasping smirk as he waved his cum-covered cock at his boyfriend with a sleepy grin.

"I wanna see you come without this in your ass, Spence. Let's see it. Then maybe tomorrow, you can have it for breakfast."

Spencer's eyes got big and he nearly cried when he finally came all over his t-shirt, avidly imagining the next morning while he banged his feet against the table through the sensation.

"Good boy, Spencer.... god... dinner and a movie with you is never just dinner and a movie, is it?" Aaron muttered with satisfaction at the sight of Spencer shaking and covered in his own cum at the end of the couch.

Spencer laughed through the last shaky bit of his release and shook his head. When he opened his eyes it was to find Hotch standing with his shirt off, wiping the cum from his chest and belly like he did it every day.

"Here."

Spencer blushed gratefully and pulled his own cum-soaked tee off before cleaning up half-heartedly.

Why bother...

Aaron pulled him for a deep kiss while the credits rolled behind them. Spencer melted into it and he didn't care that they were both about to go to bed covered in cum without brushing their teeth.

Breakfast was bound to be messy.

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apricusnights · 1 month ago

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Chapter Twenty-three: Aurora.

Location: Ciar Tower, Aurora Vale.

Hades: "And you're sure she can keep everything in check for a little while?"

Russ: "She's got the security systems locked up. All surveillance has been put on a loop. She even faked a few emergencies to get Ciar Security out of the district. She won't be able to keep it up forever though."

Hades: "Good enough." He'd put down a small spider robot that scurried over and began its work.

Russ: "And YOU'RE sure this is gonna get us into the labs?" Watching the robot cut its way up from the tunnels below Ciar Tower.

Hades: "Not my first rodeo breaking into this place. They aren't that clever."

Kash meanwhile was oddly silent as everything was going on. Only snapping out of it when a chunk of the ceiling fell down and the robot moved on to the next layer.

Russ: "You ok?"

Kash: "Yeah, I just wish Van was here."

Russ: "Why?"

Kash: "I dunno, seems like it would be more fun with everyone together."

The robot cut through another layer. A chunk of metal fell down, bringing with it a rather confused Van Marigold.

Russ: "Wish granted?"

Hades: "What the fuck?"

Van: "Uh, hi?"

Van: "What the hell are you guys doing here?"

Kash: "Hi Van!"

Van: "Hey Kash."

Russ: "We're breaking into the tower...what does it look like?"

Hades: "Start talking before I roast you.."

Van: "Try it fuckhead.."

Kash: "No fighting!"

Van: "Ugh fine. I was breaking into the tower. Security was low and I managed to get in through the air ducts. I just crawled out and the second my feet hit the ground, the ground proceeded to fall down here."

Hades: "What business do you have here?"

Van: "The weird fucking rabbit syndicate mentioned Aurora. Andrasta won't talk about it. Needed to find out what it was for myself."

Kash: "Cool! Us too! Let's go see!"

Van: "I don't trust your boss.."

Hades: "You went a good portion of your existence trusting me."

Van: "Everybody makes mistakes.."

Russ: "Come on.."

The spider robot moved up into the tower before lowering down cables to climb up. The group somewhat reluctantly followed.

The room they entered into was far below Ciar Tower. A scientific facility of some sort. Strange equipment was everywhere. A room connected to it seemed to house several chambers that were currently empty. Some of the chambers were damaged.

Hades: "Can she get into the system?"

Van: "Who?"

Russ: "Top secret, but yes she can." He sat down in front of a console, plugging in a small device. "Give me a few minutes."

Kash hated this place. He had no idea why, but he did. It smelled bad, smelled kind of like the girl he met. Something about it almost made him sick. Still, he wandered around the room.

Eventually making his way into the room with the chambers, he reached out and ran his fingers along one. Flashes of events suddenly seemed to force their way into his brain. He remembered something, or rather was trying to remember. It was all scattered, like puzzle pieces that didn't quite match up.

Van and Hades both seemed to be content waiting for Russ. Both occasionally looking at each other as if waiting for the other person to strike.

Van: "Why me?"

Hades: "What?"

Van: "You heard me, WHY ME. Why did you focus on me?"

Hades: "Because you were broken. You wanted a place; I gave it to you."

Van: "You used me! Turned me into a weapon!"

Hades: "You had a choice. You always had a choice! You wanted so desperately to have something, anything. A purpose. You wanted to focus all that rage. I didn't make you a weapon, you were already one. All I did was point you in a direction."

Van: "What about them.."

Hades: "Russ is brilliant, the world never saw him for what he was or what he could be. Kash was lost, looking for something that he shouldn't ever find.."

Van: "What...do you mean by that? What do you know?"

Hades: "Not everything. The last time I was in this tower I did some digging. I found information about Aurora..and something that may relate to our mutual friend."

Russ: "Oh my god.." he pushed the chair back away from the console as if something terrible had happened.

Kash came running back, a smile on his face.

Kash: "You find something?"

Before Russ could respond, an elevator dinged, and the doors were forced open. A sole occupant stepped out and looked around.

Tiberius Ciar: "I'm amazed you managed to fool so many of our systems. It's actually quite impressive." Holding out his hand to show a hologram of an AI that has been quarantined. "But she's not perfect."

Kash looked over, seeing Ciar's face seemed to trigger more memories, as if he was looking out from one of the chambers and saw that very same face.

Russ: "Let her go.."

Van: "You made an AI? Russ.."

Ciar: "Quite illegal you know. So is literally everything you're doing now but this, this could get you locked up for life or exiled."

Russ: "You don't have any room to talk!"

Hades: "Long time no see. I kicked your ass before and I'm pretty sure I can do it again, but I want to know what the fuck this is."

Tiberius: "Go ahead." Looking over at Russ.

Russ: "Aurora is about awakened abilities. He's spent literally two lifetimes trying to find a way to manipulate them. Being able to awaken them whenever we want, being able to control them perfectly, being able to have the strongest abilities possible."

Tiberius: "And?"

Russ: "And.." He had to stop and look around as if trying to compose himself. "He's engineering them. Trying to pick and choose abilities instead of having them be natural. There were...experiments."

Hades: "Wow, and they called me a fuckin psychopath."

Tiberius: "Do you really think I haven't heard that before? I've spent years trying to perfect something we had to leave up to chance. Trying to unlock something everyone else is too stupid to understand."

"Those experiments were willing people. Ones that wanted to be better, ones that knew the risks. Trying to force an awakened ability on to someone proved impossible. None of the subjects survived. Always a failure. However, the data I gained would pave the way for the next step."

Russ: "Children.."

Tiberius: "Originally I wondered if the process would work on younger individuals. Trial and error. Eventually we settled on creating our own. The first few batches were..."

Van: "You're a monster.."

Tiberius: "If I recall correctly, so were you."

Hades reached out and held Van back from attacking.

Tiberius: "We eventually started to have some success. Esmeray is nearly perfect, but her ability is unstable. Her older brother however was perfect. We even managed to replicate Larsen's ability."

Every word Ciar spoke was like a puzzle piece moving and fitting into place for Kash. He was remembering everything. He slowly started to make his way over to his friends as if in a trance.

Hades: "Tell him the truth! Did you take him from someone, or did you create him yourself?"

Tiberius: "I don't honestly remember. It's not important. Even if he was donated from someone, they are likely long gone. Aside from Esmeray, the boy has no family. I'm sorry if that isn't the answer you came here for but it's the truth."

Kash: "Nah, I got a family." Even after everything he'd heard he still smiled as he stood next to Hades, Russ, and Van.

Tiberius: "I could help you. We could find out so much more. We could help each other.."

Russ: "You lost your research, didn't you? It's why you haven't continued the project. Someone stole it and is already doing it better."

Tiberius: "If they reach perfection before I'm able to, this entire world is going to suffer. I am not the villain of this story. I'm the one trying to move our very species on to the next step! I'm trying to save us!"

Van: "Pretty sure the world would be better off without you or anyone else playing mad scientist with children's lives.."

Russ: "I'll give YOU a chance. Let her go like I asked you before or I leak this information to the rest of the council.."

Tiberius: "You're claiming some sort of moral high ground when you went out of your way to create this monstrosity I'm holding. In any case let me ask you something. Do you think the council to be innocent?"

During the conversation, Hades had slipped something to Van before motioning to a few different areas.

Russ: "What are you talking about?"

Tiberius: "Xanthos had a hand in the Nephthys situation. Cheshire has more dirty laundry than you can imagine. Fisher continued a version of an imperial research project. Merek, the High Priestess? Guilty of crimes. Larsen, and Styles have their share of blood on their hands. Bell? Oh, if you only knew. Shall I keep going?"

Van: "Nah." Van turned and threw several small orbs around the room, each exploding when they hit their targets. Enough of a distraction for Russ to press a button on the device he had connected to the console, purging the entire system of any Aurora data.

Hades shot a jet of flame forward at Tiberius, taking him by surprise and knocking him backwards. The small disk he held slid across the floor. Kash scrambled for it to save his friend's AI creation. Managing to pocket it.

Tiberius stood and threw his jacket off before the flames could spread to him. Unfolding his blades and rushing at Kash. Russ moved out of instinct and shoved Kash out of the way, in the process one of the blades stuck Russ, slashing him across the eye.

Hades ran over and helped Russ up, ripping a bit of cloth from his shirt and wrapping it over Russ's eye. The entire tower began to shake, the facility they were in was becoming unstable, the ceiling like to come down any moment. The elevator Tiberius had used was called back up, reinforcements or a rescue team were likely on the way.

Seeing his friend hurt was enough to send Kash into a rage, his power activating. The pipes running through the walls and ceiling burst apart, a torrent of water flowing down. Kash controlled it with ease, sending it directly at Tiberius and sending him backwards with enough force to break open the doors to the elevator shaft before washing him down it.

Van helped Russ and Hades back down the opening they had come up from before calling for Kash who snapped out of it and ran over to join his friend. Van and Kash jumping down just as the ceiling collapsed.

Some time later:

Location: Upper Docks.

Kash: "So he's gonna be ok?"

Viridian: "Yeah, Nerys will take care of your friend. Took a nasty hit and may be down one eye but he'll recover just fine."

Kash: "And you're not gonna like arrest us?"

Viridian: "Kind of hard to arrest someone who isn't here. Your boss will be waiting for you once Russ is healed. Van called in a favor, Captain said everything is off the record."

Kash: "Whew, I'd hate to miss the new Morely movie."

Viridian: "By the way, you have a visitor."

Kash turned to the door and smiled as a young woman entered.

Kash: "Hey Sis!"

Esmeray smiled and rushed over to hug Kash.

Van watched from across the dock, Larsen walking up next to him.

Van: "What happened with Ciar?"

Larsen: "He'll survive. He's like a cockroach."

Van: "Think he'll come after us?"

Larsen: "No. His project is ruined, and he feels humiliated. Knowing him he'll pretend nothing happened."

Van: "I just wonder, Russ said the Aurora data was stolen. Tiberius was worried what would happen if it got perfected."

Larsen: "Worry about it later, right now you've got training to do."

Van: "Fuck, fine. I guess you did do me a favor."

Larsen: "Doin you another one too. Now pick up your weapon and come at me again!"

Van readied his bat and nodded. "You asked for it!"

The two ran directly at each other, weapons clashing.

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thetheoreticaljehovist · 9 months ago

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No one can oppose you when you are angry: Valuable things will be of no benefit on the day of fury, but righteousness itself will deliver from death...

“Now the sons of E’li were good-for-nothing men; they did not acknowledge Jehovah. As for the due right of the priests from the people, whenever any man was offering a sacrifice, an attendant of the priest came with the three-pronged fork in his hand, just when the meat was boiling, and made a thrust into the basin or the two-handled cooking pot or the caldron or the one-handled cooking pot. Anything that the fork might bring up the priest would take for himself. That is the way they would do in Shi’loh to all the Israelites coming there. Also, before ever they could make the fat smoke, an attendant of the priest came and said to the man sacrificing: “Do give meat to roast for the priest so that he may receive from you, not boiled meat, but raw.” When the man would say to him: “Let them be sure to make the fat smoke first of all. Then take for yourself just whatever your soul may crave,” he actually said: “No, but you should give it now; and, if not, I shall have to take it by force!” And the sin of the attendants came to be very great before Jehovah; for the men treated the offering of Jehovah with disrespect.

And Samuel was ministering before Jehovah, as a boy, having a linen eph’od girded on. Also, a little sleeveless coat his mother would make for him, and she brought it up to him from year to year when she came up with her husband to sacrifice the yearly sacrifice. And E’li blessed El·ka’nah and his wife and said: “May Jehovah appoint to you an offspring from this wife in place of the thing lent, that was lent to Jehovah.” And they went to their place. Accordingly Jehovah turned his attention to Han’nah, so that she had pregnancy and gave birth to three sons and two daughters. And the boy Samuel continued growing up with Jehovah.

And E’li was very old, and he had heard of all that his sons kept doing to all Israel and how they would lie down with the women that were serving at the entrance of the tent of meeting. And he used to say to them: “Why do YOU keep doing things like these? For the things I am hearing about YOU from all the people are bad. No, my sons, because the report is not good that I am hearing, that the people of Jehovah are causing to circulate. If a man should sin against a man, God will arbitrate for him; but if it is against Jehovah that a man should sin, who is there to pray for him?” But they would not listen to the voice of their father, because Jehovah was now pleased to put them to death. All the while the boy Samuel was growing bigger and more likable both from Jehovah’s standpoint and from that of men.

And a man of God proceeded to come to E’li and say to him: “This is what Jehovah has said, ‘Did I not for a fact reveal myself to the house of your forefather while they happened to be in Egypt as slaves to the house of Phar’aoh? And there was a choosing of him out of all the tribes of Israel for me, to act as priest and go up upon my altar to make sacrificial smoke billow up, to bear an eph’od before me, that I might give to the house of your forefather all the offerings made by fire of the sons of Israel. Why do YOU men keep kicking at my sacrifice and at my offering that I have commanded [in my] dwelling, and you keep honoring your sons more than me by fattening yourselves from the best of every offering of Israel my people?

“‘That is why the utterance of Jehovah the God of Israel is: “I did indeed say, As for your house and the house of your forefather, they will walk before me to time indefinite.” But now the utterance of Jehovah is: “It is unthinkable, on my part, because those honoring me I shall honor, and those despising me will be of little account.” Look! Days are coming when I shall certainly chop off your arm and the arm of the house of your forefather, so that there will not come to be an old man in your house. And you will actually look upon an adversary [in my] dwelling amid all the good that is done to Israel; and never will there come to be an old man in your house. And yet there is a man of yours that I shall not cut off from being at my altar so as to cause your eyes to fail and to make your soul pine away; but the greater number of your house will all die by the sword of men. And this is the sign for you that will come to your two sons, Hoph’ni and Phin’e·has: On one day both of them will die. And I shall certainly raise up for myself a faithful priest. In harmony with what is in my heart and in my soul he will do; and I shall certainly build for him a lasting house, and he will certainly walk before my anointed one always. And it must occur that anyone left over in your house will come and bow down to him for the payment of money and a round loaf of bread, and will certainly say: “Attach me, please, to one of the priestly offices to eat a piece of bread.”’”

All the while the boy Samuel was ministering to Jehovah before E’li, and word from Jehovah had become rare in those days; there was no vision being spread abroad.

Now it came about on that day that E’li was lying in his place, and his eyes had begun to grow dim; he was not able to see. And the lamp of God was not yet extinguished, and Samuel was lying in the temple of Jehovah, where the ark of God was. And Jehovah proceeded to call Samuel. At this he said: “Here I am.” And he went running to E’li and saying: “Here I am, for you called me.” But he said: “I did not call. Lie down again.” So he went and lay down. And Jehovah went on to call yet again: “Samuel!” At this Samuel got up and went to E’li and said: “Here I am, for you did call me.” But he said: “I did not call, my son. Lie down again.” (As regards Samuel, he had not yet come to know Jehovah, and the word of Jehovah had not yet begun to be revealed to him.) So Jehovah called again for the third time: “Samuel!” At that he got up and went to E’li and said: “Here I am, for you must have called me.”

And E’li began to discern that it was Jehovah that was calling the boy. Consequently E’li said to Samuel: “Go, lie down, and it must occur that, if he should call you, you must say, ‘Speak, Jehovah, for your servant is listening.’” So Samuel went and lay down in his place.

Then Jehovah came and took his position and called as at the other times: “Samuel, Samuel!” At this Samuel said: “Speak, for your servant is listening.” And Jehovah went on to say to Samuel: “Look! I am doing something in Israel which if anyone hears about, both his ears will tingle. On that day I shall carry out toward E’li all that I have said respecting his house, from beginning to end. And you must tell him that I am judging his house to time indefinite for the error that he has known, because his sons are calling down evil upon God, and he has not rebuked them. And that is why I have sworn to the house of E’li that the error of the house of E’li will not be brought to exemption from punishment by sacrifice or by offering to time indefinite.”

And Samuel continued lying down until the morning. Then he opened the doors of Jehovah’s house. And Samuel was afraid to tell E’li of the appearing. But E’li called Samuel and said: “Samuel, my son!” At this he said: “Here I am.” And he went on to say: “What is the word that he has spoken to you? Do not, please, hide it from me. May God do so to you and so may he add to it if you should hide from me a word of all the word that he has spoken to you.” So Samuel told him all the words, and he did not hide anything from him. At that he said: “It is Jehovah. What is good in his eyes let him do.”

And Samuel continued growing up, and Jehovah himself proved to be with him and did not cause any of all his words to fall to the earth. And all Israel from Dan to Be’er-she’ba became aware that Samuel was one accredited for the position of prophet to Jehovah. And Jehovah proceeded to appear again in Shi’loh, because Jehovah revealed himself to Samuel in Shi’loh by the word of Jehovah.

And the word of Samuel continued to come to all Israel. Then Israel went out to meet the Phi·lis’tines in battle; and they took up camping alongside Eb·en·e’zer, and the Phi·lis’tines themselves encamped in Aʹphek. And the Phi·lis’tines proceeded to draw up in formation to meet Israel, and the battle went badly, so that Israel was defeated before the Phi·lis’tines, who went striking down about four thousand men in closed battle line in the field. When the people came to the camp the older men of Israel began to say: “Why did Jehovah defeat us today before the Phi·lis’tines? Let us take to ourselves from Shi’loh the ark of Jehovah’s covenant, that it may come into our midst and may save us from the palm of our enemies.” So the people sent to Shi’loh and carried from there the ark of the covenant of Jehovah of armies, who is sitting upon the cherubs. And the two sons of E’li were there with the ark of the covenant of the [true] God, namely, Hoph’ni and Phin’e·has.

And it came about that as soon as the ark of the covenant of Jehovah came into the camp, all the Israelites broke out into loud shouting, so that the earth was in a stir. The Phi·lis’tines also got to hear the sound of the shouting and began saying: “What does the sound of this loud shouting in the camp of the Hebrews mean?” Finally they got to know that the ark of Jehovah itself had come into the camp. And the Phi·lis’tines became afraid, because, they said: “God has come into the camp!” So they said: “Woe to us, for such a thing as this never occurred before! Woe to us! Who will save us from the hand of this majestic God? This is the God that was the smiter of Egypt with every sort of slaughter in the wilderness. Show yourselves courageous and prove yourselves men, YOU Phi·lis’tines, that YOU may not serve the Hebrews just as they have served YOU; and YOU must prove yourselves men and fight!” Accordingly the Phi·lis’tines fought and Israel was defeated, and they went fleeing each one to his tent; and the slaughter came to be very great, so that out of Israel there fell thirty thousand men on foot. And the ark of God itself was captured, and the two sons of E’li, Hoph’ni and Phin’e·has, died.

And a man of Benjamin went running from the battle line so that he arrived at Shi’loh on that day with his garments ripped apart and dirt on his head. When he arrived, there was E’li sitting on the seat by the roadside, watching, because his heart had become atremble over the ark of the [true] God. And the man himself went in to report in the city, and the whole city began crying out. And E’li got to hear the sound of the outcry. So he said: “What does the sound of this turmoil mean?” And the man himself hurried that he might go in and report to E’li. (Now E’li was ninety-eight years old, and his eyes had set so that he was unable to see.) And the man proceeded to say to E’li: “I am the one coming from the battle line, and I—it is from the battle line that I have fled today.” At this he said: “What is the thing that has happened, my son?” So the news bearer answered and said: “Israel has fled before the Phi·lis’tines, and there has also occurred a great defeat among the people; and also your own two sons have died—Hoph’ni and Phin’e·has—and the very ark of the [true] God has been captured.”

And it came about that at the moment that he mentioned the ark of the [true] God, he began to fall from the seat backward beside the gate, and his neck got broken so that he died, because the man was old and heavy; and he himself had judged Israel forty years. And his daughter-in-law, the wife of Phin’e·has, was pregnant near to giving birth, and she got to hear the report that the ark of the [true] God was captured and that her father-in-law and her husband had died. At that she bowed herself and began giving birth, because her pangs came unexpectedly upon her. And about the time of her death, the women standing by her began to speak: “Do not be afraid, because it is a son that you have borne.” And she did not answer and did not set her heart on it. But she called the boy Ich’a·bod, saying: “Glory has gone away from Israel into exile,” [this] with reference to the ark of the [true] God’s being captured and with reference to her father-in-law and her husband. So she said: “Glory has gone away from Israel into exile, because the ark of the [true] God has been captured.”

“As for the Phi·lis′tines, they took the ark of the [true] God and then brought it from Eb·en·e′zer to Ash′dod. And the Phi·lis′tines proceeded to take the ark of the [true] God and bring it into the house of Da′gon and station it beside Da′gon. Then the Ash′dod·ites got up early the very next day, and there Da′gon was fallen upon his face to the earth before the ark of Jehovah. So they took Da′gon and returned him to his place. When they got up early in the morning the very day after, there Da′gon was fallen upon his face to the earth before the ark of Jehovah, with the head of Da′gon and the palms of both his hands cut off, to the threshold. Only the fish part had been left upon him. That is why the priests of Da′gon and all those going into the house of Da′gon do not tread upon the threshold of Da′gon in Ash′dod down to this day.

And the hand of Jehovah came to be heavy upon the Ash′dod·ites, and he began causing panic and striking them with piles, namely, Ash′dod and its territories. And the men of Ash′dod came to see that it was so, and they said: “Do not let the ark of the God of Israel dwell with us, because his hand has been hard against us and against Da′gon our god.” Consequently they sent and gathered all the axis lords of the Phi·lis′tines to them and said: “What shall we do to the ark of the God of Israel?” Finally they said: “Toward Gath let the ark of the God of Israel go around. So they brought the ark of the God of Israel around to there.

And it came about that after they had brought it around to there, the hand of Jehovah came to be upon the city with a very great confusion, and he began striking the men of the city, from small to great, and piles began breaking out on them. Hence they sent the ark of the [true] God to Ek′ron. And it came about that as soon as the ark of the [true] God came to Ek′ron, the Ek′ron·ites began to cry out, saying: “They have brought the ark of the God of Israel around to me to put me and my people to death!” Consequently they sent and gathered all the axis lords of the Phi·lis′tines and said: “SEND the ark of the God of Israel away that it may return to its place and may not put me and my people to death.” For a death-dealing confusion had occurred in the whole city; the hand of the [true] God had been very heavy there, and the men that did not die had been struck with piles. And the cry of the city for help kept ascending to the heavens.

And the ark of Jehovah proved to be in the field of the Phi·lis′tines seven months. And the Phi·lis′tines proceeded to call the priests and the diviners, saying: “What shall we do with the ark of Jehovah? Let us know with what we should send it away to its place.” To this they said: “If YOU are sending the ark of the God of Israel away, do not send it away without an offering, for YOU should by all means return to him a guilt offering. Then it is that YOU will be healed, and it must become known to YOU why his hand would not turn away from YOU.” At this they said: “What is the guilt offering that we ought to return to him?” Then they said: “According to the number of the axis lords of the Phi·lis′tines, five golden piles and five golden jerboas, for every one of YOU and YOUR axis lords have the same scourge. And YOU must make images of YOUR piles and images of YOUR jerboas that are bringing the land to ruin, and YOU must give glory to the God of Israel. Perhaps he will lighten his hand from off YOU and YOUR god and YOUR land. Also, why should YOU make YOUR heart unresponsive just the way Egypt and Phar′aoh made their heart unresponsive? Was it not as soon as He dealt severely with them that they proceeded to send them away, and they went their way? And now take and make a new wagon, and two cows that are giving suck, upon which no yoke has come up, and YOU must hitch the cows to the wagon, and YOU must make their young ones go back home from following them. And YOU must take the ark of Jehovah and place it on the wagon, and the golden articles that YOU must return to him as a guilt offering YOU should put into a box at the side of it. And YOU must send it away, and it must go. And YOU must look: if it is the road to its territory that it goes up, to Beth-she′mesh, it is he that has done to us this great evil; but if not, we must know that it was not his hand that touched us; an accident it was that happened to us.”

And the men proceeded to do accordingly. So they took two cows that were giving suck and hitched them to the wagon, and their young ones they shut up at home. Then they put the ark of Jehovah upon the wagon, and also the box and the golden jerboas and the images of their piles. And the cows began to go straight ahead on the road to Beth-she′mesh. On the one highway they went, lowing as they went, and they did not turn aside to the right or to the left. All the while the axis lords of the Phi·lis′tines were walking after them as far as the boundary of Beth-she′mesh. And people of Beth-she′mesh were reaping the wheat harvest in the low plain. When they raised their eyes and saw the Ark, they gave way to rejoicing at seeing it. And the wagon itself came into the field of Joshua the Beth-she′mite and kept standing there, where there was a large stone. And they went splitting up the wood of the wagon, and the cows they offered up as a burnt offering to Jehovah.

And the Levites themselves took the ark of Jehovah down and the box that was with it, in which the golden articles were, and they proceeded to put it upon the large stone. And the men of Beth-she′mesh, for their part, offered up burnt offerings, and they continued rendering up sacrifices on that day to Jehovah.

And the five axis lords of the Phi·lis′tines themselves saw it and went their way back to Ek′ron on that day. Now these are the golden piles that the Phi·lis′tines returned as a guilt offering to Jehovah: for Ash′dod one, for Ga′za one, for Ash′ke·lon one, for Gath one, for Ek′ron one. And the golden jerboas were to the number of all the cities of the Phi·lis′tines belonging to the five axis lords, from the fortified city to the village of the open country.

And the great stone upon which they rested the ark of Jehovah is a witness down to this day in the field of Joshua the Beth-she′mite. And he went striking down the men of Beth-she′mesh, because they had looked upon the ark of Jehovah. So he struck down among the people seventy men—fifty thousand men—and the people began mourning because Jehovah had struck down the people with a great slaughter. Further, the men of Beth-she′mesh said: “Who will be able to stand before Jehovah this holy God, and to whom will he withdraw from off us?” Finally they sent messengers to the inhabitants of Kir′i·ath-je′a·rim, saying: “The Phi·lis′tines have returned the ark of Jehovah. Come down. Take it up to yourselves.”

-1 Samuel 2:12 - 6:1-21, NWT

Perhaps He Will Lighten His Hand From Off You And Your God And Your Land

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causticsunshine · 4 years ago

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so while deep-cleaning my room and workspace, i finally got to some boxes in my closet filled with old notebooks, cds, magazines, and posters had growing up and i got slapped in the face with a gd goldmine of 2011-2012 era one direction magazine spreads

and i had so many magazine and album book-let cut-outs on my walls growing up and kept a lot of them when we moved in 2013—because i was, you know, 17—so i’m going to share this with y’all so we remember what it was like when 1d was everywhere and the public image they had was still so carefully constructed...all squeaky-clean, non-threatening, bubblegum-pop boys...

also to appreciate how much better their hair and outfits got over time because dklsfdgl although this was their Twink Prime hey got played so dirty with their styling idc if it was for branding...that shit was insulting

(apologies for the quality; i have our basement which is super dark and has the worst lighting, and tumblr’s compression is murdering these pics)

but to start, here’s one of yours truly (don’t mind my cleaning clothes) just for size comparison:

this is with it touching the ground... btw i’m 5′6″

GOD I REMEMBER THIS boys i am so sorry....these forced poses...their faces on plates...louis are you okay

british invasion....dating a fan article....and ah yes love secrets from the most experienced heterosexuals in the business i’m lmao at this el*nor section did i really forget they started that up so early on

also pretty sure i did the perfect match quiz and went backwards so i got niall on purpose....

it’s crazy how like the Harry Fever has been going on for like ten years now my god, give my mans a break ffs he was just a boy.... it’s very jarring now too so to see niall with braces?? when he got them off i thought i’d never get used to it but i legit forget he had them sometimes

more under the cut!

the raffle merch was so ugly oh my god.... and why did they act like XTF had been so long ago at this point?? they were like just barely on tour for UAN when some of these came out??

louis idc what you have to say now okay, you looked SO CUTE in the suspenders... and omg their old color-coordinated outfits for awards shows 😢

i felt weird having harry on my wall like this bc i was never attracted to him Like That lmao so i had this tacked up on the zayn side:

zayn without a hundred visible tattoos, this felt like so long ago 🤧

i came back to this whole mess just this year after leaving when hiatus happened and it’s so jarring to see, well, just how fast the night changes dsldfkgmld i’m so sorry

but yeah uh i hope you all also have a headache now and also feel like you’ve aged like twenty years, because that is what i’m dealing with rn

you’re welcome

#hl creators #hl journal #1d #one direction #harry styles #louis tomlinson #niall horan #liam payne #zayn malik #photo tag #alex talks #no need to mention the albums but i also have the UAN tour dvd niall's anti bullying notebook the dare to dream book from 2011 #two shirts aaaand a 2015 calendar i had up in my room the first time i had someone over that they #proceeded to make fun of me having whilst in the....heat of the moment ajksfsdgs GOOD TIMES AND YOU'RE WELCOME #proceeded to roast me for having??? and liking them in the first place?? while in the HEAT of the moment too ajkdkgd GOOD TIMES

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captainmalewriter · 2 years ago

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An Odd Trend Pt. 4

Check out part three to this series here!

Cory Davila was enjoying a cold brew with his brothers on his day off.

Life as a police officer can be pretty stressful at times. Especially during an uptick of crime, a cop can quickly find themselves overworked. As was the case with Cory, as he had to be told to take an extra day off by his superiors. Cory was hesitant at first, but ultimately decided to take it.

He enjoyed the time off to relax and spend time with his family. But little did he know that when he'd come back into the office the next week, there'd be a shit storm waiting for him.

His boss Torres had called him into the precinct earlier than usual that Monday morning. Cory walked in and poured himself a cup of dark roast coffee. Torres heard him and swerved around in her chair.

"Davila, thanks for coming in so early," Torres started. She pulled out a binder from out of her desk. Cory sat across from her while sipping his cup.

"No problem, Boss, what'd you need?"

"Well, for starters, are you familiar with the social media app Tiktok?"

"Sure, my daughter uses it. It's like for videos and such."

Torres nodded in response. She opened the binder and pulled out several photographs and handed them to Cory. Cory held each photo in his hands. Each photograph was of a different person, and there was a variety of people in the photos. Men, women, kids, of all different ages and races too; Cory couldn't discern any pattern between all the people.

"What's all this?" Cory asked.

"All of these people are victims of a strange phenomenon that's been taking place on Tiktok. And these are only the ones we know about, it's possible there could be way more."

"Really," Cory said as he took another drink of his coffee. He had a feeling he was about to be assigned to a special investigation case. "What happened? Serial killings? Mass disappearances?"

"None of the above, in fact I almost wish it was something along those lines," Cory looked up as Torres spoke. "All of these people were forced to swap bodies."

Torres then proceeded to explain to Cory everything they knew about the body swapping phenomenon that had been going on lately. Although unfortunately, there wasn't much information to begin with anyway. Torres explained how every body swap instance had occurred through Tiktok, and that the victims seemed to be randomly selected every time. They didn't know how it happened and neither did any of the victims the police had questioned. All the victims, however, did mention that the swap happened through the use of a filter on Tiktok. Some peculiar program on the app called the Me & You challenge. Cory listened closely; although the more he listened, the more he felt like he was listening to some made up story. But given how serious of a person Torres was, he had to force himself to accept the reality of the situation.

"And so that's where we stand on this case," Torres concluded. "I'd like you to take on this case, Davila. Catch whoever's responsible for the mass body swapping and find a way to reverse it. Think you can handle it?"

Cory sat back in his chair, deep in thought. He took another sip of coffee before answering.

"Alright, I got it. Do you have any leads? How did we even catch wind of this whole mess?"

"Well we've had a couple of people come forward to the police, we've already taken their testimonies. It's all in here," Torres tossed Cory the binder. "But aside from them, we've had one particular person of interest. A whistle-blower, they're the one who tipped us off about the whole thing. They didn't give us much to work with though. All they did was point us in the right direction, and no further contact was made."

Cory took a minute to take in all the information. He was essentially being sent on a wild goose chase with nothing solid to go on. But he had a feeling that that was exactly why the Boss had come to him in the first place. Cory had some informants all around town, and if there was anything shady going on, they'd know a thing or two about it.

Torres dismissed Cory, and he went straight to his patroller car to start off his investigation.

"This is gonna be another long one..." Cory mumbled as he pulled out of the precinct. His first stop, his informants.

***

Back in the same dimly lit apartment, the two masterminds behind the body swapping phenomenon were hard at work at restarting and improving their Tiktok filter. Or, more accurately, one of them was hard at work sitting at a laptop while the other stood by and watched from the comfort of his bed.

"It's been a couple of weeks already, how much longer is it gonna take?" the scrawny, red-haired Josh said to his heftier set friend Will. Will stopped typing and turned to look at Josh with a scowl.

"Don’t rush me! I gotta make sure everything's working smoothly, it's gonna take time! Our code was already unstable to begin with, and with everything you wanna add, I gotta rework a shit ton of code!"

Will maddogged Josh, who responded by throwing up his hands half heartedly.

"Ooo I'm so scared!"

"Shut up."

Will turned back around to face his computer. Josh got up from the bed and walked over to Will. He looked over his shoulder and saw a massive program full of numbers and commands. Will didn't react, instead he stared at his screen. Josh observed for another minute or so, and then shrugged.

"Well, I’mma head out now, I'll let you work in peace," Josh said as he put on a shirt.

"Great, maybe now I can get some peace and quiet and actually get something done!" Will shouted without turning. Josh flipped him off while he wasn't looking. He then proceeded to leave, but just before he did, he turned back to face his roommate for one last remark.

"You put an extra semicolon on Line 1024, that's why it's not running like it's supposed to."

Josh then left the apartment before Will could say anything back. He started up his car and drove across town to the best smoking lounge around- Twin Stars.

Josh walked in and sat at his usual spot next to the bar. Twin Stars was packed that day. Josh sunk into his seat as he took a hit of a fat blunt. As he let himself go, he could hear the bartender Tiffany talking to someone.

“Well hey there stranger, I almost thought you died or some shit what with you not showing up anymore. How you doing, my darling Davila?” the bartender said.

“I’m alright, Tiff, thanks.”

“You sure? You look tired,” Tiffany cooed.

“Yeah, just stressed about work. I’ve been working on this case for the past couple of days, and no luck so far. Say, you wouldn’t happen to know anything about illegal activity going on on Tiktok?”

“Well, I know a lot about a lot of things. I’m gonna need you to be a lil’ more specific...”

“Body swapping, like literally two people swapping bodies. Know anything about that?”

Josh choked on his second hit of weed when he heard that. He quickly took out his phone and turned on the camera to selfie mood. Josh then held out his arm, angling the phone just right so he could see the bar from his seat. He saw Tiffany the bartender, and after moving his hand position, he saw a man in a police uniform. Josh turned off his phone and put out his blunt. He then listened closely to their conversation.

“Body swapping, huh? Hm...” Tiffany started. Josh leaned in closer to listen. “I can’t say I know anything you haven’t already heard.”

“Try me.”

“Well, I know there’s some Tiktok filter that’s been causing it, but that filter got taken down a long time ago. And apparently, even when it was active, not everyone had access to the filter. And, as if that wasn’t already weird enough, apparently even the people who could use it could only use it once before it just disappeared!”

Josh smirked as he listened. The disappearing feature was his idea, and he couldn’t help but pat himself on the back for his handy work.

“Yeah, I heard similar things from some swap victims I’ve spoken to. Say, what do you know about Tiktok and filters?”

“Well... anyone can make a filter for social media these days. But the more complicated the filter, the more coding and design it’ll take to make it work.”

“So you’re saying it’d take a brainiac to design something like a body swap app?” the officer asked.

“Oh I’m not saying anything. But what am I saying is that if I was in your shoes, I’d go looking for whoever’s got the know-how to make a program like that. Chances are you’ll narrow down your list of suspects, and by a lot...”

Josh grew disinterested at this point in their conversation. From what he had heard, he was convinced that the cops where nowhere near close to catching him and Will in the act. As soon as Will finished polishing up the revamped program, they were home free.

With that thought in mind, Josh continued smoking. He let himself go until his head was high up in the clouds.

***

The next 48 hours were as busy as ever for investigator in command Cory Davila. Although he hadn’t made any significant progress in the case the past few days, he felt he was getting close to a major breakthrough after a talk with one of his confidants Tiffany at Twin Stars. He knew having connections in different places would pay off, and some fantasy body swapping case was no exception.

Cory made several stops throughout the next couple of working days. First, he started by paying a Tiktok intern a house visit. Through him and his status as a police officer, Cory was able to connect with someone higher up on the ladder for the social media company. Cory issued a warrant for some private data on the app, specifically for whoever had uploaded a filter to the app during the past few months. Then, once he had that information, Cory ran a background check on all of those users. He separated the list of suspects by who was likely to have the coding knowledge necessary to pull off designing a complicated program like the Me & You challenge.

After several hours of cross checking all the data, he had a shortened list of potential suspects. Unfortunately most of them were people outside of his state jurisdiction in Chicago, Illinois. Cory handed those off to his boss to arrange for their criminal investigations department to take care of it. But as for the ones who were in Chicago, Cory took it upon himself to check them out himself.

The first two potential suspects Cory visited did not uncover anything particularly groundbreaking. Cory marked them down as unlikely culprits, then went on to his next house visit. He drove to a low income neighborhood and pulled up to a shabby looking apartment building. As he parked, Cory reviewed the guy’s profile in his mind.

“William Rivera. Age: 26. Occupation: unemployed. Education: a bachelor’s degree in computer science from the University of Chicago. Criminal history: two DUIs, illegal possession of marijuana, and a driver’s license suspension.”

Cory took a deep breath as he walked up the apartment William’s permanent address. William definitely had the knowledge necessary to construct malicious computer software, and with circumstances like his, he’d definitely have something to gain from the whole scheme.

Cory shook his head, reminding himself that no matter how bad it seems, justice is always innocent until proven guilty. He then knocked on the door. He waited, but got no response. He knocked again, louder this time.

“Chicago PD! I’m looking for William Rivera, open up!” Cory called out. He heard someone shout ‘shit!’ from somewhere inside the apartment. He waited and waited. And just as he was about to knock again, a scrawny looking man opened the door.

“Yo, you rang?” the guy said.

“Yeah, I’m looking for a William Rivera.”

“Oh, Will? That’s my roommate, he’s out right now,”

“Really,”

“Yup.”

There was silence as the two men held their ground, neither of them backing down.

“I heard someone scream ‘shit’ when I knocked,” Cory started. “What was that about?”

“Oh, you heard that? Sorry, I was jerking off and I had to quickly cover up. Wouldn’t wanna keep our good boys in blue waiting, after all.”

There was another pause in the conversation.

“Is that so? Well... if you ask me, I’d wager that Will’s somewhere in there, hiding from me. We’ve got a warrant on him, and I’d hate to take him in but if he doesn’t come out, I guess I’ll have to,” Cory bluffed. He needed to draw him out no matter what. Unfortunately for him, his threat didn’t faze the red-haired man.

“He’s not hiding, officer, trust. Tell you what,” the guy stood to the side and opened the door completely. “Come inside and look for yourself, I promise you nobody besides me is home.”

Cory’s eyebrow rose. Something about how the red haired guy carried himself seemed off. He was overly confident, if not outright cocky. Cory hated it. He drew his taser, and with it in hand, walked inside the apartment.

“Nobody’s gonna jump you, officer, god...”

Cory ignored the guy’s snide remark and marched forward. He searched high and low, every closet and crawl space, but didn’t find anything. The red haired guy stood by the door and watched him the entire time. He then smirked once he saw Cory was finished searching.

"Alright, looks like he's not here. I'll be taking my leave now, but do let William know I'll be dropping by again to talk to him."

"Will do, officer."

Cory began to talk towards the exit. But as he did so, the man closed the door and locked it. Cory then pointed his taser gun at him.

"What are you doing? Open that door right now!" Cory commanded.

"Nah, it's way too soon for goodbyes!"

The guy pulled out his phone and an odd clicking sound played. A fluorescent pink light then shined from his phone. Cory aimed his taser, but just before he pulled the trigger, the apartment wall next to him had collapsed. From the rubble, out came a fat man holding a computer screen with the words Me vs You in flashing rainbow colored lights. Cory quickly reaimed his taser, and while he did manage to taze the fat man, the rainbow light had shined directly into his eyes. The light disoriented him, and he passed out onto the ground next to the guy he tazed.

...Cory found himself sitting on a toilet naked when he came to. His head was pounding, and his chest was heaving as he was heavily breathing. He blinked a couple of times as his vision adjusted. His cock was fully erect, and his hand was firmly wrapped around it.

"What the... Am I high...?" Cody murmured. He began coughing. He stared at his cock, but questioned why he was in that position. More importantly, he questioned why his cock looked differently than how he remembered.

He gave himself a pump, and soon enough, his hands picked up a good pace as he stroked his cock. He moaned, and wrapped both his hands around his long dick. His leg muscles strained as he felt the pleasures of jerking off kick in.

"No... I can't... Ah...! Fuck... So good..."

Cory wanted to stop masturbating but it was like his hands had a mind of their own. He knew he shouldn’t be jerking off when he had an active police investigation to attend to. But the more he jerked off, the more he felt his worries melt away with each hand stroke. Soon enough, he forgot all about the investigation. But that wasn't all he forgot, Cory began to forget everything about himself too. He forgot about being a police officer, he forgot about his brothers, his wife and daughter, everything he had ever cherished was erased from his mind.

"FUCK!! AHH!!" Cory was practically screaming from how much pleasure he was in.

His hand strokes got faster and his grip around his thick member got stronger. After another minute of guttural moans and heavy breaths, Cory shot load after load of cum all over himself. He could feel the warm cum puddle up on his exposed torso, and it soon began to run down his body due to how much cum there was.

Cory then took some time to compose himself as well as clean up after a messy jerk off session. He looked at himself in the mirror, and for a moment, he did not recognize the face in the mirror. He felt as though he needed to arrest him, but that odd feeling quickly faded. And in its place, a sense of cockiness from how much he loved himself took form.

"Man... I look so hot today," Cory said out loud. "I could really go for a drink right now."

He then proceeded to indulge himself in some more self pleasure with a drink and a hook up. All while completely forgetting he was never the young, hot, and cocky Joshua Anderson, but actually a cop named Cory Davila.

***

"Officer Davila" was heading back home after a long meeting with the Boss and his higher ups. He had reported to his superiors everything his investigation had uncovered, and that although he did everything he could from within his jurisdiction, he could not find the culprit behind the serial body swapping program. But despite his failure in catching the culprit, Torres had thanked him for all the time and energy he had put into the case. Officer Davila was then promptly dismissed and left the rest of the investigation to the other police departments. Though as he drove home, he couldn't help but smirk, for he knew that nobody would be able to uncover the truth now.

Cory's phone rang as he drove down the freeway. He picked it up and held it to his ear while keeping his left hand on the steering wheel.

"Hello? Davila here,"

"Pizza cat masquerade." A robotic voice had spoken through the phone. This didn't faze Cory though.

"Exploding violet pussies," he responded.

"Josh!! I can’t believe it's you!" the robotic voice disappeared and Will's voice came on.

"Best believe it baby," Josh said as he smirked. He then explained to Will everything he had done with the officer's body and how the police investigation would likely hit a dead end now. "Everything went according to plan! How's development on the Me vs You program?"

"It's going smoothly, I should be done by tomorrow. Man, using you and that cop as lab rats helped me pinpoint the problems with the code. I watched him move around in your body you know. It took a while for the memory transfer to complete but it worked, he really believes he's you now! It was trippy, but it's all good. You feeling alright? That cop's body didn't hijack your mind?"

"Nah, all good here. I'm chilling. And hey, how did you program it to delete my old body's memories of the whole Me vs You program?"

"That's the trippy part, I never did! It was an accident on my end after you made me finish a prototype under a time crunch... But luckily the memories that didn't transfer worked in our favor. It's nothing short of a miracle."

"Whew, damn..." Josh exclaimed. "Even when you fuck up, my perfect planning still comes clutch, huh."

"You never change... Hey, speaking of your plan, why did me undressing and jerking off your old body have to be part of it!?"

"Yeah yeah yeah I'll buy you a drink and suck you off later to compensate. We all have to make sacrifices to get what we want, Will. You sacrificed your dignity, I sacrificed my God tier body to some bastard cop."

"...Fine. I'm still not happy about it though. But, anyway, I'll call you again once I'm done with the program alright?"

"Sounds good man, soon enough we'll have this world on its knees begging us for mercy. Catch ya later."

Josh and Will shared a laugh before hanging up. They had successfully evaded law enforcement. And while Will was busy finishing up the perfect body swap program, Josh had some fun with his new body. After all, it wasn't everyday he got to celebrate his big accomplishments with some fun inside another's man body. And with a body like officer Cory Davila's, Josh just couldn't help but fully indulge himself.

Check out the final part to this series here!

#male body swap #male body switch #male body theft #body swap #body switch #punk #man in uniform #permanent change #oddtrendseries #men in uniform tf #tf by tech

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constantcrisis19 · 3 years ago

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Four AM Sandwiches

Team Free Will x GN S/O

AN: Sam Winchester's POV

Word Count: 1,575

Sam groggily padded down the hallway, scrubbing a hand down his tired face. The younger Winchester had once again been unceremoniously startled awake at a god-awful hour by yet another nightmare...or vision.

He couldn't tell if what he saw was a glimpse into the future or not anymore, which was just another thing to weigh down his sagging shoulders.

Sam slowed his pace when he heard talking, his brows creasing at the familiar drone of Castiel's voice. He sounded unsure but curious, prompting Sam to creep closer to the kitchen.

He paused just outside the open doorway, valiantly resisting the urge to poke his head in and see what the angel was doing and who he was chatting with.

"So, Sam likes mayo and mustard on his sandwich, but no cheese because he's a freak."

Sam would recognize that voice anywhere, Castiel must've let you in for another one of your frequent early-morning visits.

You usually insisted on packing the trio a lunch to take with them when you caught wind of them taking on a hunt. It was just a perk that the brothers normally woke up to the smell of a hearty breakfast too when you unexpectedly dropped in.

"Dean, on the other hand, has a weak spot for roast beef and provolone. Especially when I go out of my way to make some sauce to go with it."

He could hear the smile in your voice, his doubts fleeing in the wake of your comforting presence. He had the sudden and pressing need to see you, so he slowly inched around the frame to look in.

"What sandwich do you like, Y/n?"

Sam almost snorted at Cas' question, they all knew that you didn’t usually have any specific foods you favored. But, to the younger Winchester's surprise, your brows dipped low in thought.

You propped your hip against the counter as you turned to face Cas, the angel's head tilting like a puppy as he observed you. Cas was patient, waiting for you to fess-up to a preference.

"I myself like a ham and cheese melt." You nodded decisively, pushing off the counter. You then proceeded to throw an arm over the angel's shoulders, your toothy smile bright and genuine.

Cas himself seemed to be thinking, eyes aimlessly staring at the mess they'd made of the kitchen. There were slices of bread carelessly stacked on the counter along with every condiment that'd been in the fridge, though you seemed to have provided the deli meat.

"Will you teach me how to make it the way you like?"

Sam's breath hitched at Cas' blunt inquiry, a smile curling onto the younger Winchester's lips when you nodded with a laugh.

Sam stepped out of his hiding spot with a soft chuckle, not really seeing a point in lurking about anymore. Cas was the first to notice him, blue eyes bright and eager to learn.

"Sam, good morning."

You looked up from your ham melt assembly at Cas' greeting, and Sam could've sworn your beautiful eyes shimmered with delight upon spotting him.

He lifted a hand to wave, eyeing the turkey sandwich that was expertly wrapped and placed in one of the two black, heavy-duty lunchboxes that you'd bought for them.

"Hi, didn't expect you to be up for another few hours. Why don't you go fetch me a few carrots and cucumbers, I'll get started on the ranch dressing in a minute."

Sam's lips twitched up into an involuntary smile at her lack of reaction to him being up at four in the morning. Though he had no doubt that he was getting out of being grilled for answers, you always waited until he was ready to talk about it before bringing it up.

You were considerate like that.

He popped open the fridge and barked out a laugh. Leave it to you to clean out and fully restock their fridge while they were all asleep.

"Okay, then you butter up one side on each slice so it gets nice and crispy golden. Then you put the slice, buttered side down, in the warm pan and then the cheese, followed by the ham. And to wrap it all up you plop the other slice on there, buttered side up."

Sam shook his head with a snort at the sight the two of you made, one would think Cas was being taught how to defuse a bomb with how intense his stare was.

"Boom, ham and cheese melt." You flipped the sandwich so the other side could brown as you spoke, shrugging as you did so.

Sam deposited the chosen vegetables onto the cutting board that'd been placed on the counter, stepping aside to assure he wouldn't be in your way. He lingered near the pantry door, watching you navigate their kitchen with an ease that spoke of comfort and familiarity.

"Alright, time to put your training to the test. Make some sandwiches, Cas. I can always bring the leftovers home so don't feel like you need to hold back."

The angel nodded, like he was a soldier who'd just been ordered to race across no-man's-land and Sam fought a smile as Cas turned to the sandwich ingredients with a look of determination, the angel snagging two slices of white bread for his first sandwich.

"So Sam, I saw your research. You think it's a Shapeshifter?" You asked as you plated the melt and went to chop the vegetables, the carrots being sliced into sticks while the cucumbers were cut into chips.

Sam hummed in confirmation and you nodded along absent-mindedly as you packed away the veggies into containers in order to tuck next to the prepared sandwiches.

"That makes sense. But be careful, yeah?"

Sam's lips quirked at your mother-hen nature, you always had a knack for worrying no matter how much you denied it.

It made something flutter in his stomach and had him lightheaded with something dangerously close to gratification. He liked having your attention, having someone other than Dean and Cas worry about him was a nice feeling.

"What are you guys up to so damn early?"

Sam jumped at the sound of his brother's voice, gruff with sleep. Though, you didn't seem caught off guard by his entrance, merely gesturing to the filled coffee pot that was still steaming where it sat in the machine. Sam hadn't even noticed that you had made any, too distracted by the adorable exchange between you and Cas.

"Morning sexy."

Dean snorted at your flirtatious greeting, lips curling into one of his rarely seen lopsided grins that he usually reserved for family.

Sam's chest clenched at the sight of such a care-free smile, it made him look years younger. That grin washed away decades of jagged scars and tough choices, fanning the flame in his eyes into a burning light that was warmer than the sun.

He'd missed it, the way the greens and browns of his big brother's eyes swirled and sparked with life.

You never failed to bring that liveliness forward, guiding it up from the darkness that suffocated the elder Winchester. Sam could never thank you enough, he had nothing to give you that would measure up to all that you had done for him and his family.

So he gave you everything he could. His time, his research, his mind, his sympathy, his affection, and his loyalty.

Everything he was, he handed to you on a silver platter. Because if he could trust anyone with all of him, it'd be you.

"Dean. I made sandwiches."

Sam couldn't help but smile when Cas suddenly appeared next to Dean, who jumped nearly two feet into the air with a high-pitched curse.

You had no such qualms about laughing at the elder Winchester's expense, your howling turning into outright wheezing when Cas proceeded to offer the disgruntled hunter a roast beef sandwich. Dean shot you a half-hearted glare, but took the plate that the angel had practically shoved into his face.

"Sandwiches? You?" Dean sounded skeptical, and rightfully so considering the fact that Cas claimed that human food tasted like molecules.

You made a 'go ahead' motion with your hand when Dean side-eyed you, your shoulders still shaking with mirth.

Your eyes were alight with amusement when the elder Winchester steeled his expression. It was the same look he'd seen Dean wear when he soldiered through one of Sam's salads because of a lost bet.

Sam was a little surprised when he was the next person to receive a sandwich, but he took it without pause. He had witnessed you talk Cas through the steps, so it would either taste like you had made it...or it would taste just as good as a sandwich Sam himself would’ve made.

His eyes dared Dean to take the first bite and -never being the one to back down from a challenge- he did.

"Oh...oh damn, that's good." Dean groaned as he struggled to stuff more of the sandwich into his already full mouth.

You watched them with a fond look as you took a bite of your own melt. Sam hadn't even seen Cas at the stove, but you looked immensely proud of what you were tasting so Sam gathered up the nerve to eat his own.

It really was good, and all three of them murmured praise to make sure that the angel was aware of his accomplishment.

Cas preened.

#supernatural #sam pov #hunter reader #sam winchester x reader #castiel x reader #dean x reader #team free will #domestic #fluff #dean winchester #Sam Winchester #castiel

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rodr1cks · 4 years ago

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Hi! I don't know if your request are open, but I'd like to know if you could write a rodrick x reader where the reader is Rowley's sister and discovers her talking on the phone with a friend saying she's in love with Rodrick and tells Greg and he tells her that Rodrick has been in love with her for a long time and they try to put them together?

cw: none it’s pure fluff

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“I know! And he didn’t even apologize!” Greg ranted into the receiver.

“I’m sorry, Greg,” Rowley frowned, sympathetic nature as present as always. “Anyways, mom says dinner is ready, see you tonight?” Rowley’s tone lifted at the end of his sentence, excitement brewing as he thought about the sleepover he was meant to have with Greg later that evening.

You slid into the kitchen on your socks, just as Rowley was concluding his conversation with Greg.

Rowley sat anxiously through dinner, quickly consuming everything on his plate, including the vegetables. You observed him from across the table, cocking your head as your younger brother inhaled his peas like he hadn’t eaten in days.

He took his last bite before exclaiming, “I’m going to pack my stuff for Greg’s!”

Not without clearing his dishes first, of course.

You rolled your eyes at his charisma and headed into the living room. You slumped over on the couch, limbs splayed every which way as you called your friend, Marissa. You had been needing to gush to somebody about your newest crush, Rodrick Heffley.

You had only interacted with the messy haired boy in passing: family dinners, picking up Greg, dropping off Rowley, etc.

“I don’t know what it is, he’s just so- so- captivating. God, Mar, I swear I could watch him play drums for hours on end!”

Unbeknownst to you, Rowley had entered the room and was about to speak. You were too caught up in drooling over Rodrick to notice. “Hey, y/n-” He cut himself off quickly, curiosity getting the best of him.

“And did you see what he was wearing at Matt’s party? Those jeans? And that eyeliner? God I could just tear them-”

Rowley cleared his throat, unwilling to hear the rest. “Y/n can you take me to Greg’s, please?” He stood awkwardly with his lips pursed.

Your head whipped around faster than the speed of light. “Marissa, I gotta go.”

“Rowley, how much of that did you hear?”

He lied, something he wasn’t really good at, “Not much! I promise!”

“Rowley Jefferson you had better keep your mouth shut, or I swear I’ll-”

You stopped yourself, closing your eyes and drawing in a deep breath. “Just get in the car.” You breathed out in a scarily calm tone. Your red headed sibling nodded frantically out of fear and darted to the garage.

Usually, you would make him walk, but ever since your infatuation with Rodrick began, you were more eager to give him rides over there. The mere prospect of getting the slightest glance sending excitement throughout your entire being.

When you pulled up to the Heffley home, you gave him a final glare. “Say nothing.” He gave you the same shaky nod he gave you only moments ago. With that, he was bounding towards the front door. You made sure he got inside safely and drove off.

“Rowley? Everything okay?” Greg asked his friend, concerned with his behavior. Rowley couldn’t handle keeping secrets. His hands grew clammy and a slight sweat broke out on his forehead. Rowley had an uncomfortably fake smile plastered on his face as he tried to assure Greg that everything was just peachy.

All it took was one knowing look from Greg and Rowley broke.

“Alright, fine! I heard my sister talking to her friend about how hot Rodrick is and how she wants to-”

“Okay, okay! I get the picture!”

Greg took a moment to proceed, his brows furrowed as he brought a contemplative fist up to support his chin.

“Lemme get this straight. Your sister likes my brother?”

Rowley nodded slowly.

“Y/n likes Rodrick?”

Rowley nodded again, confirming Greg’s exclamations.

“But y/n is smart a-and hot!”

“Greg! Don’t say that!” Rowley groaned, rolling his head back in disgust. Greg threw both of his hands up in defense, “I’m just stating facts.”

“Wait, I have an idea.” A pit of dread grew in Rowley’s stomach, Greg’s ideas never turned out well.

“What if we set up y/n with Rodrick? Just hear me out, this could be good for him.”

Rowley mulled the idea over in his head, thinking that maybe dating you could make Rodrick more… agreeable? Maybe you could be a good influence on the intimidating teenager. A happier Rodrick would make sleepovers at Greg’s a lot more pleasant.

“I think that could work,” Rowley said apprehensively. “But how do we do it?”

Greg shrugged, “Simple, we just tell Rodrick there’s a really hot Girl interested in him.”

The boys proceeded to draw up a plan.

Phase one: The approach. Greg and Rowley nervously ascended the wooden steps that led to Rodrick’s room. Rodrick was laying on his back, spinning a drumstick between his nimble fingers.

He shot up immediately when he noticed the boys’ presence. “What are your dweebs doing up here?”

Phase two: Delivery. “Calm down Rodrick, we have some information you might wanna know,” Greg reasoned cooly, easing Rodrick’s anger from a roaring ten to a mild six.

Greg nodded over at Rowley, signaling him to start talking.

“W-well,” Rowley stuttered, “I uhm- heard my sister talking about you and she- she likes you and she was talking about your jeans?”

Rodrick blinked in confusion, processing this intel.

“Your sister likes me? Are you sure she meant me?”

“That’s what I said!” Greg exclaimed and Rodrick shot him a terrifying glare, silently telling Greg to can it.

Rodrick was honestly shocked. He always observed you from afar, deciding himself that a chick as cool as you would never go for him. This news was absolutely world shattering for the boy, he completely admired you.

Phase three: Action. “We have a plan.” Greg said, a conniving grin creeping onto his face. “Rowley calls y/n, tells her that he’s feeling sick and blames it on Mom’s pot roast or something. Then when she rushes over all worried, you greet her at the door. And then you work your Rodrick magic!” Greg smiled, abundant pride for his plan evident in his stature.

“It’s a go.” Rodrick declared, scrambling around his room to put on deodorant, a new t-shirt, and cologne before pointing at Rowley. “Make the call.”

“Hey, y/n,” Rowley groaned into the phone, sounding as sick as he possibly could. “I- I think I ate something bad and I really need you ro come get me.”

You sighed, telling him you’d be there in ten minutes and to have his things ready to go. You departed for the Heffley house for the second time that night.

When Rowley didn’t come out to your car, you trudged up to the red door to go retrieve the sickly boy.

You gave the door three lazy knocks, expecting Rowley’s face to be the one behind it when it swung open. “Hey kid, are you feeling okay?” You asked, not yet making eye contact with the figure leering in the doorframe.

Your eyes widened as you came to realize who it was.

“Funny seeing you here,” Rodrick drawled out, a smirk tugging at his lips. Your cheeks burned with the heat of one thousand suns, you were not expecting this tonight.

“Y-yeah,” you smiled awkwardly, staring at your feet. “Rowley called, he uhm, he’s not feeling well. So if you could just get him for me I can leave. Immediately.” You cursed yourself for your blubbering idiocy as you twiddled your fingers.

“Actually, Rowley is feeling much, much better.” Suspicion grew as you studied Rodrick’s devious expression. “What’s going on?” You asked, genuinely puzzled as nothing was making any sense.

“I don’t know, y/n. Why don’t you come in and tell me?” Rodrick was surprisingly smooth in this situation, despite his nerves being at an all time high.

“Rowley is just up here,” Rodrick said while guiding you up the stairs to his room. In the meantime, Greg and Rowley peered out from the hallway, watching you follow Rodrick upstairs and giggling to themselves.

The overhead lights in Rodrick’s room were turned on, the glow from his string lights illuminating the area instead. “Mood lighting,” as he had called it. Rodrick had already instructed the boys to stay far away once you had arrived.

You were still lost, Rowley nowhere in sight. “So? Where is he?” You asked expectantly.

“Here’s the thing y/n. You know Rowley can’t keep secrets, right? I mean you have to know that, he is your brother”

Shit.

“That little shit stain! I’ll get him, I swear to god!” You turned to bound down the stairs, ready to tear the entire house apart in hunting for him. Rodrick grabbed your wrist before your foot could even reach the first step.

“Y/n, relax, relax!” His grip on your flesh made your breath hitch and stomach churn. “It’s okay, I feel the same way.” Rodrick’s cocky facade dissipated into nothing as he revealed his feelings.

You got a glimpse of a more vulnerable side of Rodrick that you were sure he didn’t typically share. “But girls like you don’t usually like stupid guys like me,” Rodrick was staring at the ground now, grasp on your arm softening.

You were too unsure of your words so you opted to move your free hand to hold his bicep, closing a considerable amount of distance between the two of you in the process.

“Rodrick, I’ve never liked anybody as much as I like you. And I don’t mean that in a weird or creepy way it’s just that-”

Now it was time for Rodrick’s own addition to the plan. Phase four: The kiss.

Your rambling was cut short by a pair of warm lips pressing against your own. He kissed you with just enough force to cause you to stumble back a bit, causing you to brace yourself against his torso.

He carded a gentle hand through your hair and tugged back on your soft locks. You moaned at the vibrations tendrilling at your scalp and kissed him with even more ferocity.

Somehow, you ended up on his bed, straddling him. The blankets strewn across his mattress melded against your knees and the fronts of your calves as you stabilized yourself on his lap.

He placed apprehensive hands on your hip bones, unsure of what was okay and what wasn’t. You placed your hand on top of his larger one, assuring him that you were comfortable. You even allowed a small whimper to leave your throat as he tightened his hold on you.

You only pulled away to catch your breath, looking into his eyes for the first time that night. You smiled warmly at him as you cupped his cheek. Suddenly, Rodrick’s signature smirk returned to his face.

“Now tell me what you were saying about my jeans.”

#rodrick heffley x reader #rodrick heffley fanfic #rodrick x reader #rodrick heffley #diary of a wimpy kid #devon bostick

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arty-shadow-morningstar · 3 years ago

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Graveyard Siblings (4)

I am sorry for not posting in a while. School is a total bitch. Here is part 4 of a fic that is not a fic.

[Masterlist]

(Part 1)(Part 2)(Part 3)

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Tall Marinette.(I admit I might be projecting a little here.)

One day, she took out something from someplace high and the whole family realized that ‘holy shit when did you get so tall?’

Bonus if Jason comes back from a long mission and had a wtf moment because she was wearing 6-inch-heels and met his eyes with them on.

“Pixie?!”

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You know how Bruce has the identity of Matches Malone to infiltrate the Gotham Underground.

While Jason does the drug deals more street crime stuff, Maria uses an excuse of being the representative for Red Hood excuse to mingle with the rich people who does crime on the side (Penguin), she uses it to go to black market auctions and buy some of the lost miraculouses which got into the hands of black market dealers.

Jason knows about it and acts as her ‘bodyguard’ anytime he can or sends one of his henchmen to be one with a death threat if she gets a single scratch on her.

Bruce is unaware of this. Or is he?

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Mari helps with running WE since she is a little less busy with the vigilante side of things.

It started with Tim panicking about deadlines and Mari offering to help, to Bruce and Tim bullying the board to have her as co-CEO.

She has to be that and head of Afterlife. So she is very busy. Doesn’t know about what comes next….

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Somehow the class comes to Gotham for a trip. It has been 3 years since her death.

Mari has changed her appearance since the day she left Paris. She has highlights in her hair after a ‘sibling bonding day’ with Jason. Her hair is kept short for convenience and not in pigtails. Along with her tall height and more confident aura, she is almost unrecognizable.

She rides a motorcycle too.

The class waits in the lobby for the tour and in walks this badass woman with aviator sunglasses, leather jacket and designer clothes which was all MT brand, making a lot of people swoon.

She takes off her glasses and walks past the class. Checking stuff on her phone and sipping coffee in her other hand.

She seems familiar but they couldn’t figure out why. (All except Chloe, Alix and Felix who are snickering in the background.)

Lila sees her and comments on how she must be a criminal with the way she dresses. (Lila internally freaks out because were her eyes messing with her? Because she looked a little like Marinette. Also jealous of the new arrival for stealing all the attention.) Alya takes the bait and calls security to ‘arrest’ her.

They just laugh. The class doesn’t understand, speaking in confused French.

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“I am Maria Todd-Wayne, also known as designer MT. CEO of Afterlife and co-CEO of the very company you are in. I am allowed in here. Don’t judge a book by its cover.” she said in perfect French.

“But Lila told us you can’t speak French.”

“Who?”

“Lila Rossi, your friend. She told us that you and MT were dating.”

“Me dating myself. Okay I love myself because self-love is a thing but that is a whole other level. MT are my initials. Anyone who has a brain could have figured that out or at the very least do a Google search. I am not sure where your friend got that notion.”

“Hey, Bean, come on. We have a long day ahead of us.” Tim reminded her.

“Goodbye but cease the rumours or you would be escorted off the premises.”

As they rode up the elevator, “Tim, why are they here?”

“They are the lucky winners of the Wayne Enterprise Young Prodigies Contest. Why, Maria?”

“Lucky, huh.” She muttered under her breath. She might as well tell him. They are the Bats and they will find out anyway. “They are from my old class, the one you know…”

“Oh. Want me to send them back? I can do that if they are making you uncomfortable.”

“Nah. Too much to deal with. And it is unfair to send them back over a petty grudge. Besides, I could have some fun.”

“Anything that Bruce and I should be worried about?”

“I swear no killing. Just because Jason came back from the dead, hell-bent on killing. Doesn’t mean I am too.”

“Cool, just don’t do any property damage or traumatize our employees.”

“I might need you to erase some footage later and tell Bruce about this.”

“Some brownies, my favourite coffee cake, the ‘special’ brew and you have yourself a deal.”

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So basically she just showed up around where the class was ‘by coincidence’.

Talk to a few people and take them out of earshot of the rest of the class.

End the conversation by saying a few things only they and her would know. Insides jokes and secrets. (I pick her old childhood friends like, Nino, Kim and maybe Sabrina)

Uses Trixx to turn into a walking dead version of her 15-year old self and disappears as they freak out about how she knew that secret/story.

Freaks them out further by appearing again in front of the whole class and pretending not to know their previous conversation.

Mari manages to get Lila alone.

I should also say that Lila thought that her curse was making her see MT as Marinette.

It terrifies Lila when she finds out that MT is actually Marinette, not dead but alive after all this time and apparently living the high life she wanted. This fact made the Italian swell up with jealousy.

“I hope you are not lying about me again, Lila Rossi. Like you always do.”

“What do you want with me? I swear I didn’t say anything else about you.”

“Aw, Lila. Don’t recognize me?”

Maria flickers and Ladybug is in her place and later, the Marinette that appeared in her bedroom and back to normal.

“You! How? Why are you here? Why can’t you leave me alone?”

“Why not? I mean you did take away nearly all my friends, my parents and made my life a living hell. If you think about it, I am just repaying you the same favor. How are the others? Treating you well?”

“What did you do to me, you bitch?”

“I just put a curse on you. The ghosts of your past will haunt you until you stop.”

“Stop what?”

“Stop Lying, Liar. They all feed and grow in power from your lies. I wonder what would happen in a few years if you kept this up.”

“You think you can get away with this. This is war and I have already beaten you once.”

“Oh Rossi. This isn’t a war. It’s a death sentence.” With that she disappears.

Lila tries to tell her class that MT is actually Marinette. She is met with crazy looks. Some of them look like they want to believe her but don't because they don’t want to look crazy too.

Oh. Adrien wasn’t on the trip because his mother didn’t want him to go to the crime capital of America although the crime rate has gone down a little due to Hellbat curing some of the city’s bad energy..

Right after Lila told the class about MT, Scarecrow came to steal some Wayne tech and the class got caught in the crossfire. So later, it was brushed off as Lila seeing things due to the fear toxins.

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Joker made the mistake of kidnapping her. Once was enough to never try that again.

(It involved the use of nearly all of the Miraculouses, old and new. He was thoroughly humiliated at the end of it and his picture by the time Hellbat was done with him was on the Batfam’s Christmas Card. Like I said she doesn’t kill but making them beg for death was okay.)

It coincided with Jason’s Birthday and the video of the incident was ‘the best birthday present ever.’ The uncensored version was watched at the next undead siblings bonding day. Damian included.

After hearing a few rumours about what happened, most criminals were glad for Hellbat’s rare appearances. (which happens once a month and during really busy time of the year)

There was a time where Penguin was carrying out one of their plans and when Hellbat showed up, all of their thugs surrendered instantly. (No Batman did not pout at the fact that this French girl was more imitating than him.)

Scarecrow used his newest batch of fear toxin on her during the first year after she died.

He was astounded to see her still standing and she later proceeded to beat the crap out of him while being under the toxin’s influences.

He has tried to stay out of her way since then.

She saw Scarecrow as Hawkmoth and said a lot of things in French which scared everyone because she said it with so much hate, anger and in a very menacing tone that everyone is like ‘I am not touching this.’

It took Red Hood and Nightwing to restrain her from further beating Scarecrow up.

He was one of the people who sympathised with the Joker after the Incident.

The next was Riddler being so arrogant in his plans and managed to get Hellbat and Spoiler into a death trap.

“You know I have a few regrets in life. And my final one is that I got captured and am now going to get killed by a walking fashion disaster.”

“Hey! I made this myself. I will have, you know.”

“You have a brilliant mind but no sense of fashion at all. When I get out of here, I am going to burn that thing with you in it, for your crimes against fashion.”

“What is wrong with it?”

Cue a lot of roasting of Riddler’s costume and Spoiler adding more fuel to the fire.

They manage to escape while Riddler is crying on the floor, having an existential crisis.

The thing was no one knows why Riddler was silent the entire week after encountering Hellbat and crying when anyone mentions it.

They now think Hellbat is the scariest one in the Batfamily, second to Batman and tied with Black Bat/Orphan.

The few who find out what really happened in the warehouse that night. Blackmail material on the Riddler.

Three ( four if you count Penguin) of Gotham’s biggest villains of the Rogues Gallery scared of Bats’ newest addition. Hellbat was not someone they wanted to mess with.

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Magic crisis stuff. Like a world ending event thing. Dr. Fate says they need the Miraculous jewels but the last mention of them had been in Paris a few years ago and had vanished since then.

Costantine looked at Batman. “You know who you have to call.”

Batman calls Hellbat. Who hasn’t been introduced yet to the JL.

“Ah. Bats. Not that I question your authority or anything but how can your newest ‘ward’ help us?”

She takes off her helmet and reveals her face and more importantly, her earrings.

Tikki comes out of her hiding place.

“I am the current Guardian of the Miracle Box and wielder of the Ladybug miraculous during Hawkmoth’s reign in Paris a few years ago. Any other Questions?”

“Oh great Guardian. Tikki. It is an honour to meet you.”-Wonder Woman, who else.

“You too, Princess Diana. Pass on my regards to your mother.”-Tikki

A huge face-off and the big evil is defeated.

WW asks abt HM and gives a horrified face at the end of her story. Nearly everyone who eavesdropped on the conversation was.

"Forgive me, Guardian for not aiding you in your hour of need.”

“It’s okay. I understand that there are other crises, world-ending ones that JL have to take care of. I am better now. Mostly.”

“I doubt it with those revenge schemes I found lying around. But she is getting there with her therapist.”-Batman

“I hate you, Dad.”

“Did you just call him Dad?”

“No….”

“Do you see me as a father figure?”

“I see you as a nuisance with how nosy you are with my personal business. So you are more of a bother figure.”

“I see you as part of the family too, Daughter.” (Got that reference anyone?)

“Jason was the one who adopted me.”

“Legally you are adopted by me.”

Maria with Pikachu surprised face because nobody told her that. “My life is a lie.”

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(Part 5)

#graveyard sibling #platonic jasonette #maribat #mlb x dc #platonic daminette #platonic timinette #some class salt #lila salt #lila bashing #joker doesn't look good here either #platonic! jasonette #siblings jasonette #platonic timminette #marinette and stephanie teaming up to rip into Riddler's costume

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sunshine-likes-drstone · 2 years ago

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What We Build Together

AO3 link • FF.net link

This is based on ch 232.1. I changed some of the order of events, but hopefully nothing out of the realm of reason.

Senku was glad he wasn’t alone.

Would it have been safer, easier, to just drag petrified Kohaku along? Of course. He’d gotten better at things requiring strength, and he wasn’t too bad at fishing and diving now, either.

(It felt like just last week he was saving Kohaku from being trapped under a tree. But no, it had been years and years. They’d been friends for almost half their lives.)

He’d have survived just fine on his own while gathering the statues of his friends and making more revival fluid. But as she’d said, he’d wanted her there. A partner.

He asked her to grab some seaweed, then went about making rope and tying two palm trees together while Kohaku caught them something to eat. Less risk of rotation and suddenly being dumped into the ocean when they didn’t want to be if they had at least two trunks to work with. Those tied off, he considered his next step.

For shelter…palm leaves would work. He pulled the leaves at the top of the trees over and up to make a shelter from the sun, then gathered more to weave a mat for sitting or sleeping on, then still more to dry out to burn. Next up was desalination, and maybe a place for fire.

Kohaku popped to the surface. “Senku!” she sang. “I’ve got dinner!” And proceeded to hoist the biggest fish Senku had ever seen in his life onto the raft.

“What the hell?” he said, laughing incredulously. “Where’d you find this monster?”

She pushed herself up to sit on the edge of the logs, leaning back on her hands. “Oh, just swimming around.”

“Well, I think we’re set for food, lioness,” he teased, dragging the fish to be a bit more securely placed. “Probably for the next month or so.”

She laughed. “More like a day! I’m already starving!”

Not surprising—she probably had a super high metabolism in general, and swimming so much would only burn up more calories. “Want to help me make a fire pit, then?”

She flexed one arm. “Ready! What do you need?”

He told her and off she went. Meanwhile, he put together his first attempt at a simple solar desalination plant.

As the sun started to set, they had the basics—food, water, and shelter. They shared a meal of salt-seasoned roasted fish, then sat and looked at the stars for a while.

“One more time,” Kohaku said after a while. “I think I’m starting to get it. Stars are fire. I get that. Big balls of fire, floating in space, way far away. So far away that it would take thousands and thousands of years to get to one. And light…takes time to travel?”

“Yup.”

“Hm.”

He knew she was skeptical. “I could show you some cool experiments that show it when we get back to civilization. I bet Xeno has the equipment set up.”

“Sure, I’d like that. So because light apparently takes time to travel—”

“It does!”

“—the stars we’re seeing could be all burnt out right now. We just can’t see it yet.”

“Yup.”

She tilted her head and hummed. “It kind of hurts my head to think about, the universe being that big, the stars being that far away.”

“Humans aren’t really built for that big of big numbers. You remember the hundred and fifty limit Gen talked about? We’re wired for numbers for communities like that.”

“Except you,” she said, nudging his shoulder with her own. “Dr Stone, genius scientist of the New World or whatever they’re calling you.”

He huffed. “No, I’m the same as everyone else.”

“Ha!”

“I mean it!” He suddenly found it hard to find the right words. This wasn’t something he talked about, ever. But…well, he and Kohaku were as alone as it got right now, and there was no one else he’d rather talk about this with. “I…I learned this stuff, you know? I wasn’t born with a better understanding of everything. I’m not a genius. I had to work for…all of it. I had to practice mental math. I had to practice remembering things and reading fast and all that other stuff.” He kicked one of his feet back and forth in the water of the ocean with a sigh. “Maybe I’m good at counting, maybe I have a decent memory, but I worked for and practiced everything else, and it feels kind of lame when they call me a ‘genius,’ or treat me like I’m not even human or something. Like I didn’t have to try and fail and try again until I got it right.”

“I know,” Kohaku said softly. “I’ve seen it. You’re the most hardworking person I know, though, and I think that’s still pretty special.”

He glanced at her with a raised eyebrow. “Coming from someone who ran kilometers carrying giant jugs of water every day for years?”

She shoved him lightly. “Shut up! That was ages ago!”

“Coming from someone who sat down and wouldn’t move until they learned all the kana so I would ‘stop bugging you’ about it?”

“Senku!”

He laughed. “Coming from the strongest person I know? That’s something.”

She grinned at him, leaning towards him. “I’m the strongest person you know? Really? Did I hear that right? Not Tsukasa or Taiju?”

He felt his ears start to burn at her scrutiny. “I said it once, I won’t say it again.”

She giggled, scooting close enough that he could feel the heat of her skin. They sat in pleasant silence for a moment before she said, “I get it. The genius thing. People have said all my life that my strength is ‘sorcery’ or ‘unnatural’ or something. Even now.”

He frowned. “What, seriously? Still? The rescue crews you work with say that?” He hadn’t known that—he had thought things were going well.

“Yup,” she said with a sigh. “Like you said, though, I worked for it. Maybe I have a body built for strength or speed, but if I didn’t try to improve, it wouldn’t mean anything. I’d be as weak as anyone else. It’s like…potential. I made use of my potential, but it was still work.”

He considered what she said, staring at the water. He hadn’t known she felt that way. Neither of them was the type to complain all the time, after all. But his earlier statement didn’t quite sit right anymore, didn’t quite cover all he wanted to say. “Then how about this: you are the most hardworking, loyal, steadfast person I know.” He glanced at her, lit by the light of the moon and stars. “I’m honored to be part of your life.”

Her eyes shone with light reflected off the water as she glanced back at him, a contented smile dancing across her face. “And I’m honored to be part of yours.” She then did something he’d never seen her do —she bit her lip and turned away, reaching up with one hand to play with her hair. Had she ever been timid before? “No matter what happens,” she said in a low, earnest voice, “whether it’s crashing in a plane or landing on the moon, good times or bad, saving the world or just sitting here, I want to be by your side. For…for the rest of our lives, if I could do that, I’d be the happiest woman alive.”

Senku realized, as his heart pounded a little faster, he had no idea how dating and marriage proposals normally worked in Ishigami Village. Chrome had just blurted out “let’s get married” to Ruri (and after all that planning and rehearsing he made Senku sit through) and they hadn’t even been dating, but that was Ruri and Chrome—they’d kind of decided to get married when they were kids and hadn’t formalized it until recently. He didn’t imagine Kohaku to be the type to ask unpetrified people about marriage or weddings just for fun, either, so she probably didn’t realize how similar her words sounded to marriage vows in some cultures.

And he’d been wondering, recently, if this was where their relationship was going. Not with disgust or even trepidation, as he might have when he was younger. Even now, the thought of loving and marrying some unknowable future “someone” did not appeal to him on any level.

The thought of loving and marrying Kohaku did appeal to him. A lot. “A life where I can always stand beside you is maybe the most exciting thing I can think of,” he said, meaning every word of it. Even the boring stuff—the domestic things and everyday nonsense—would be better if he knew Kohaku would always be with him.

Their world was quiet, limited to their breathing and the gentle splash of water. He could feel her breath on his skin as she looked up at him with wide eyes and slightly parted lips. “Senku…” she breathed out, and a shiver ran down his spine.

Slowly, deliberately, he lowered his head, watching for any hint or sign that she wanted him to stop.

Her eyes fluttered closed and she tilted her face up to meet his.

He’d never kissed anyone before. (He’d never wanted to.) He wondered if she had. One of them should probably have an idea what they were doing, right? Maybe they’d just have to figure this out together.

And then his lips were brushing hers, warm and soft, and he wasn’t thinking about much of anything besides how nice this felt. She wrapped her arms around his neck and increased the pressure of the kiss, tilting her head a bit.

Tentatively, he moved his arm around her waist, setting his hand against her back. She moaned—a soft, humming moan then sent fire zipping through his blood—and he trembled at how overwhelming this was. He never wanted to stop. Could a person live on nothing but kisses?

It’s just hormones, said his stupid brain. A natural biological response.

He ignored it and focused instead on the feeling of her fingers running through his hair.

But both of them were really tired after a whole day of hard work in an unfamiliar, unsafe environment, so their kisses naturally lowered in intensity until only their foreheads were pressed together, both of them breathing a little heavier.

Originally, Senku had planned for them to sleep in shifts. Their little “hut” didn’t have much room, after all, and it was probably smart to have at least one person awake in such an uncertain situation.

But Kohaku was tugging him over to the palm leaf bed and pulling him to lay down beside her, and he couldn’t find it in him to protest. They were lying facing each other, Kohaku’s eyes still shining in the dark. “Good night,” she whispered, her hands curled up by her face.

He reached up to cover her hands with his, pulling them to rest exactly between them. Tomorrow would be difficult—it always was—but as long as they faced the day together, Senku knew they’d be okay.

@senhaku-week

#senhaku #senkoha #senhaku week #senkhaku week 2022 #dr stone manga spoilers

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twistedlymad · 5 years ago

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I almost forgot, can you please also do a story where the MC (fem reader) finally attends her first dorm leaders meeting. Will it go smoothly or end in a disaster. Once again thank you and stay safe.

I would like to say, nothing will ever go smoothly in my stories, so, expect chaos at every corner :)

And also, I have read a few stories regarding dorm leader meetings here and they’re all so wonderful! So, I decided to make this an online dorm leader meeting!

Anyway, I do hope this story lives up to your expectations! Thank you for requesting and have a lovely day!

What if you had a dorm leader meeting? (Ft. Riddle, Leona, Azul, Kalim, Vil, Idia, Malleus, Ace, Deuce, Sebek, Epel, Jack and Grim) (Lilia, Silver, Jamil and Trey are mentioned)

“Tonight, we will be having our dorm leader meeting online!” Headmaster Crowley said to you while you were on your way back to Ramshackle Dorm.

“Okay, but why are you telling me this?” You questioned.

“Ah… You didn’t know?” The latter responded and you shrugged your shoulders.

“Know what?”

“A-Ah… It must’ve slipped my mind. Well, the other dorm leaders want you to join since you are considered a dorm leader.” You froze when he said those words.

“Do… Do I need to prepare anything?” You asked, hoping with the little time you had left you can prepare the needed inventories.

“Nope, just, be online by 8 o’clock later!” With that, the headmaster had left you and your bag of groceries in the corridor.

“Huh… Dorm leader meeting eh?” You said to yourself and made your way back to your Ramshackle Dorm.

“Grim! I’m back!” You yelled as you closed the door behind you. A small furball can be seen running towards you and leaping to you.

“(Y/N)!!!” The furball said and you caught him in your arms.

“Woah! Careful! I’ve never seen you this clingy.” You said, laughing and Grim just looked at you with the biggest puppy eyes one could muster.

“Did you get it?” Grim asked and you just sighed.

“Yes. No wonder you leaped at me.” You said, reaching in your plastic bag and pulling out two cans of Tuna.

“Yippeeee!! Thanks (Y/N), you’re the best!” Said Grim, running off with the two cans of Tuna.

You just laughed and shook your head. You proceeded to go to the kitchen and set and sort all your groceries. After doing so, you saw that it was already 8 o’clock.

“Ah! The meeting!!” You remembered and quickly ran to your room. Of course, Grim was already in your room, eating his Tuna.

“Alright, Grim, I’m going to need you to be silent for awhile. I’m having a meeting.” You said to the furball and got a ‘fgnaaa’ of confirmation.

You set up your laptop and checked your inbox. Surely enough, there was a link sent by the headmaster. You checked yourself in the mirror to make sure your clothes and hair isn’t messy before clicking on the link.

“Ah!! (Y/N)!!” A voice called to you when you arrived at the virtual meeting room. You had your camera off but your microphone was on.

“Good evening Headmaster Crowley.” You said and were greeted by an enlarged Crowley’s face filling up your screen. You giggled at the sight. The headmaster finally sat back down in his chair and not fill up the entire screen with his face. Multiple notifications can be heard from the headmaster’s end.

“Ah, it seems everyone else is here.” Crowley said and let everyone else in as you muted yourself.

Once he did though…

The seven dorm leaders had come online with their cameras on. Well, all seven except Idia who only had his microphone on.

“Riddle, anything else?” Trey asked Heartslabyul’s dorm leader.

“No, the tea and dessert is fine. Thank you Trey.” Riddle said to his vice-dorm leader. Trey then left the room.

“Uwahhh! Riddle, you have dessert? Jamil! I want some too!” Said Scarabia’s dorm leader.

“No Kalim. You just had dessert, you can’t have any more.” Jamil said as he took his leave.

“Pooey.” Kalim pouted.

“You know, I could probably get you a deal that gives you unlimited desserts at Mostro Lounge.” Octavinelle’s dorm leader said to Kalim. The latter’s eyes sparkled.

“Really?!”

“Oh, Kalim, you potato, don’t trust Azul that easily.” Said Pomefiore’s dorm leader with a small mirror in hand.

“So, how do I do this?” Malleus asked Lilia, Silver and Sebek who were right beside him.

“Just, don’t press anything, me and Silver already set it up nicely for you.” Lilia said as he left the room with Silver and Sebek in tow.

You giggled to yourself as you saw everyone on your screen with their usual chaos.

“Alright, alright, that’s enough everyone. Now, welcome to our weekly dorm leader meeting! Only this time, we have decided to have the meeting online!” Crowley boomed.

“Right, forgive me for asking but, why can’t we have our meeting at the usual place?” Azul asked.

“Don’t you remember? Some students were playing magift when all of a sudden their magic accidentally hit our room, causing the whole place to be ruined.” Idia replied.

“Yes, the students were the first-years. I made my first-years write a 1000-word apology as punishment.” Said Riddle, taking a sip from his teacup.

“Hmph, I made Jack clean the dishes for Savanaclaw for 2 weeks.” Said Leona.

“I had Lilia take care of Sebek’s punishment.” Said Malleus.

“I made Epel wear a mask before sleeping for a month.” Said Vil.

You winced at everyone’s punishments as you remembered seeing your friends all looking pale and mumbling incoherently. All you could make out from their mumblings were ‘1000 words, he’s crazy…’, ‘my hands are going to die…’, ‘Lilia-senpai won’t leave me alone…’ and ‘stupid Vil, stupid mask, stupid beauty rules…’.

“Isn’t that what your dorm members usually do?” Kalim asked Vil.

“Yes, but he doesn’t do it from time to time, so as punishment, I made sure he did it every night.” Vil replied, checking his face in the mirror.

“Pfft, sissies.” Leona said with his eyes closed.

“You got a problem pussycat?” Said a slightly annoyed Vil, putting down his mirror.

“What did you call me?” A growl can be heard as well as a scowl can be seen on Leona’s face.

“Now, now everyone! Stop fighting!” And Crowley comes in and saves the day. “Please, we’re here today to have a meeting, not an online brawl.” The headmaster continued, until Idia cut him off.

“Sorry to interrupt Headmaster, but, why are there 9 of us?” That’s when all the dorm leaders noticed.

“Yes, if counting all 7 of us plus Headmaster, there should only be 8 of us. So, who’s the plus one?” Azul asked. Crowley just gave them a smile.

“Well, plus one, introduce yourself.” The headmaster said to you. You let out a small sigh, before turning on your mic.

“Hello everyone, I’m (Y/N) (L/N) and I will be joining today’s meeting!” You said to them as you could see visible shock on their faces. Kalim was the first to overcome the shock and greeted you back.

“(Y/N)!!! I’ve missed you!!!” Kalim yelled into the mic.

“Yes, (L/N)-san decided to join us today for this meeting as requested by all of you during our last meeting.” Crowley said. “Now, can we officially start our meeting?” Asked the headmaster and everyone agreed.

“So, first of all…” Crowley decided to start off the meeting.

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You did not understand anything at all.

‘Why is it so chaotic?’

‘Were all meetings like this?’

‘Was this normal?’

You thought to yourself as you looked at your screen only to see Vil and Leona in a very VERY heated argument, Kalim laughing himself to death, Idia just went silent, Malleus looking confused, Riddle and Azul were trying to break up the two dorm leaders who were arguing but they roasted while doing so and are on the verge of tears,

And Crowley?

Crowley straight up gave up.

What happened you ask?

Well it was pretty simple.

When Crowley said that you all should take a 5-minute break before continuing your discussion. You let out a small yawn and gathered up your papers, pilling them up nicely. When your eyes looked back at the screen, you noticed 6 of the dorm leaders were controlling their laughter. You were confused until your eyes landed on Leona’s video.

Apparently, he had forgotten to turn off his camera when he stood up to get his water which was located on a table behind him.

Sure, it wasn’t a problem at all…

If he didn’t forget the fact that he did not put on any pants.

So, a pair of pink, cat-themed underwear is shown on everyone’s screen.

“Say, pussycat, I didn’t know you were a real cat lover.” Vil said, trying his best to compress his laughter.

Leona immediately turned around, almost wanting to fire back at Pomefiore’s dorm leader when he realized what he was referring to. The lion turned red and immediately covered himself by squatting down so the camera couldn’t see his lower half and slowly made his way back to his chair.

Once he did, he fired back at Vil by saying the following words:

“You messed with the wrong lion, sissy.”

And he started to share his screen to everyone. Once he did though, a video of Vil singing and dancing to ‘Dancing Queen’ played, leaving Vil in utter shock as everyone stifled their laughter.

“hoW?! HOW DID YOU GET THIS?!” Vil asked furiously. Leona just shot back a smirk.

“Oh, I have my ways…” The lion said as the video had finished playing.

“Why you little-“

“Leona, Vil, that’s enough.” Riddle had spoken. You sighed internally, glad that this chaos would end.

Oh, how wrong you were.

“Shut up shortie!”

“Stay out of this you tart-lover!”

Riddle was clearly in shock. His face began to redden with anger but he couldn’t fire any insults back. He didn’t know what to say. Nothing he said would hurt the two arguing dorm leaders in any way.

“Leona, Vil, I don’t advise you to-“ Azul spoke up until…

“Octo-punk, shut it!”

“This is none of your business, four eyes!”

So, now, you’ve got two dorm leaders who were at the brink of having a meltdown and two fierce dorm leaders shoving insults in each other’s faces. Kalim was laughing with tears almost coming out of his eyes, Idia had already begun to laugh uncontrollably when he saw Leona’s pink underwear. And then there was Malleus.

Tsunotaro looked absolutely dumbfounded. He didn’t know what was happening nor why was this happening because he just came back from the 5-minute break.

Let’s not forget about you. Oh, poor you.

You facepalmed. HARD. Aren’t dorm leaders supposed to show good examples? Aren’t dorm leaders supposed to have the basic necessities to become a leader in the first place?

Aren’t dorm leaders supposed to NOT have petty fights and NOT INSULT one another?

It wasn’t a wonder why the students were so… So chaotic. If, the dorm leaders themselves were this chaotic as well.

You looked down and rubbed your temples as you tried to think of a way to calm everyone down.

“Seriously you guys, I love you guys and all but this is absolutely twistedly mad.” You said to yourself. (Hi, I am very subtle with my name yes? :’) )

Or so you thought.

Suddenly, silence filled your room. You were confused, weren’t they all just arguing, breaking down and laughing uncontrollably just a second ago?

You looked up to your screen to see 6 faces looking at their screens, a slight blush appearing on everyone’s faces.

“Oya? (Y/N) loves us?” Malleus asked, a smirk on his face.

Then, realization hits you like a bus. Your microphone was on the entire time.

They had heard what you said a moment ago.

“Um… GOTTAGOBAI.” You said and logged off.

Well, you tried to.

You see, when the arguing occurred, Grim was sleeping peacefully on the table beside your laptop. You petted him from time to time and expected him to sleep through the night until the next morning, after all, he looked so deep in slumber.

But he woke up and he crawled onto your laptop.

“Yanno, what time is it (Y/N)?” Grim asked as he crawled on your keyboard.

“Grim, no! That’s the video-“ Grim had accidentally pushed down the button.

“-button.” And your camera was on, showing everyone your face. Your… cute face!! Add on your small blush and you have the most adorable face hands down.

And your outfit. Oh, your outfit! You didn’t think you would go on camera, so you just put on an oversized shirt, short shorts and called it an outfit.

To think someone this cute had semi-confessed their feelings for the dorm leaders.

So, now, with the combination of your cute, semi-blushing face and cute outfit, the dorm leaders’ blushes had darken.

“Well, would you look at the time? Our meeting has ended, so see ya!” You quickly said and closed your laptop. You let out a sigh and looked at Grim, who was on your bed, sleeping again. You smiled, pet him a little more and went to bed yourself.

It took all your willpower to not blush the next day when you saw each and every dorm head.

But of course, things changed.

The dorm leaders would follow you around school each day, making your friends look at you in confusion.

“When did Dorm Leader Rosehearts get so close to (Y/N)?” Deuce asked his friends as he saw you talking with Riddle.

“Beats me! Vil also has been sticking around with (Y/N) a lot! From giving her masks as a gift to straight up giving her stylish clothes.” Epel replied.

“Leona-senpai too… Ruggie-senpai had sent me to get him for his classes while he was napping but when I found him, he was already walking with (Y/N)!” Said Jack.

“Malleus-sama had also been hanging around (Y/N) lately. Every time I go search for him, he can always be found beside (Y/N).” Sebek also expressed the changes he saw in his own dorm leader/young master.

“Guys, guys, is this what I think it is?” Ace asked his friends. They turned to look at him confused.

“Don’t you see? They’re trying to steal (Y/N) away from us! Her friends!” Ace concluded to them.

“Nah, I don’t think they would do this… Right?” Deuce started to question alongside his friends.

And so, you were left with 7 clingy dorm leaders and an additional 5 clingy best friends. All of them, wanting you to themselves. You might find yourself overwhelmed from time to time, but hey! You’ve got a bunch perfect boys looking after you and making sure you’re okay 24/7.

Lucky you ~

*Bonus!*

“And so, that is why we must enhance our defenses to our dorms if anything ever happens again.” Azul concluded and the dorm leaders nodded.

Your eyes were glued on the screen when all of a sudden Malleus’ video had turned off. You noticed this and were quick to inform him on it.

“Malleus-senpai, your video turned off.” You said.

“A-Ah? Really? But I could still see everyone?” Malleus said back.

“No, Malleus, (Y/N) meant that your camera had turned off.” Vil said to Diasomnia’s Dorm Leader.

“Alright, so, what do I press to turn it back on?” Asked Malleus.

“The button with the camera icon on it.” Riddle replied calmly.

“Alright... So, all I have to do i-” Malleus was cut off.

He... He accidentally logged out. Everyone stayed silent, not knowing what to do. No, wait, not everyone. Idia was laughing uncontrollably.

It wasn’t long before Crowley received a notification saying someone wants to join the online meeting.

“Ah, Draconia-san is coming back in again.” Said Crowley.

“Welcome back Dra- Vanrouge-san?” Crowley asked, shocked to see Lilia’s face on the screen.

“Good evening everyone. Sorry for the inconvenience.” Lilia said as he moved away to reveal Silver and Sebek trying calm down a Malleus who was on the brink of having a panic attack.

“I... I don’t know what happened!” Malleus said as Silver and Sebek tried to comfort their young master.

“Is... Is he going to be okay?” You asked.

“Oh yeah, he’s fine.” Lilia replied and everyone had spent a good 5 minutes trying to calm Malleus and refrain him from using any offensive magic that would potentially ruin his entire dorm.

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soliverse · 4 years ago

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don’t call me - k.dy

(sequel to call me a fool. you can read this by itself, but some references would make more sense if you read the first part.)

reader x bestfriend!doyoung

genre: so much angst, slight fluff

warnings: none

word count: 3.85k

synopsis: Doyoung missed an important milestone in your life. Now, it’s your turn to miss his calls.

prompt:

Ghost Of You by 5 Seconds of Summer, part of the Heartbreak Hotel collab by @nct-writers

dedication to:

@hunjins for leaving witty comments during beta reading

@johnyusangel for being my guardian angel during beta and when I was dying over a migraine + Qian Kun

@hxneyy-latte for nursing me back to health lol

taglist: @kunrengui (sorry this took a while 😔), @leolo404 @byeolhyesisi @thesongofdragons

networks: @nctcreations @kdiarynet @kpopscape @kwritersworld @culture-cafe @neowritingsnet @neoswitchnet @czennienet @nct-writers

Every day, your routine starts with staring at your phone for a few hours before getting out of bed. You'd check in all of your messaging apps to see if any of them came from Doyoung. Sadly, there's none of it this morning.

You would drag your mopey ass out of bed and start the day with dread, questioning why he hasn’t replied to your last text. Then, as you brush your teeth, you would check once again to see if you missed anything while you are preoccupied with oral hygiene.

The inbox notifications would still say zero. And then you'd wait… and wait… and wait some more hours, even days before he replies back.

Every time Doyoung refuses to reply to your messages soon, you get this sudden urge to bang your head into a wall, cursing yourself for texting him in the first place. You will then start to question your life choices, why you even texted him in the first place when you knew this is bound to happen. And that you probably sounded too clingy, too cheesy for his liking. Your thoughts filled as to why he refused to reply as soon as he could.

You sighed and placed your phone back into your pocket and proceeded to go on with your day. The academy is about to open and you have practice for your upcoming recital the following day.

You kept your phone around your vicinity even as you practiced. It's a good thing that your vocal mentor isn't here to point out your mistakes, but you're trying to hit every note as clean as you can. A feat that is impossible to do when you're completely distracted by something.

Doyoung: Hey.

That one word is enough to wash all of the worries that you had earlier. You once again attempted to bang your head into the wall, now cursing yourself for changing your emotions so quickly.

You kept your phone back at your table, practicing for a few more minutes before answering the text. This time, you sang with a smile on your lips, the burden of your worries suddenly lifted with a single word.

But that's just how it always is with you and your best friend.

Now, if you can only tell him how you feel.

///

You bowed at everyone for doing a great job at practice. You happily fished out your phone from your pocket to reply to Doyoung's earlier text.

You: Are you free this Saturday?

You placed your phone down for a moment to fix your stuff, but a ding! interrupted you midway and you just couldn’t help but look at his reply.

Doyoung: Not at all. Need help with something?

Your smile grew wider and you texted the details of your recital for Saturday. You've worked on the piece so hard that you wanted to share your success with him, just like he would share his with you.

The rest of the day went smoothly. It was full of wishful thinking and daydreams. And if it goes well, it might be the day that you tell him about how you really feel about him.

///

It was the day of the recital and your hands were shaking out of nervousness. Your grip on the mic was getting tighter, if not sweatier, as you heard the crowds forming outside to see you and your classmates perform.

The soundcheck commenced and they started calling all the participants by their name as they came on stage. You heard nothing besides your own heartbeat and your loud thoughts whenever you overthink. But you reassured yourself that you will do a good job.

You had to. Someone was watching and you wanted to make him proud.

Fiddling on your seat, you waited for a few numbers before it was your turn. You nervously walked out the stage, and you were blinded by the lights coming from the back of the theater. It was probably for the good.

You couldn’t see anyone’s faces.

You couldn’t see his face.

Because if you could, you would’ve choked on your words and hit the notes wrong once again. Thankfully, the performance went better than you expected.

As soon as everyone came together for the curtain call, your eyes wandered to see Doyoung among the crowds. You scanned left and right, but there were no signs of him everywhere in the theater.

You consoled yourself with the fact that he probably went to the bathroom, or he was already backstage waiting for you. He couldn’t possibly miss this day, right?

The first thing that you did after coming down the stage was to have a closer look at the seats, just to make sure that he really was there in the crowd. Everyone else had their families with them, their friends, their lovers.

But there were no signs of Doyoung in the crowd.

You tried hard to smile as everyone who passed by you congratulated you for doing a great job. But once again, you were distracted. Your mind was occupied with thoughts that you never expected to have that day.

Did he really forget about you?

Giving up completely, you made your way back backstage and hid your impending tears to everyone. On your way, you saw Johnny, waving a small bouquet of flowers to get your attention. This sparked a tiny bit of hope in you. If Johnny was around, then Doyoung must have been here somewhere, too.

You ran towards Johnny and gave him the tightest bear hug. You were worried that no one really watched you perform today. Your family lives abroad and they couldn’t make it to watch you, but you promised them that you will send them a video of you singing. You were really counting on Doyoung not only to watch you perform, but to film your performance as well.

He must have been here somewhere.

“Thank God you came. I thought nobody saw me perform earlier,” you were once again on the verge of crying, but you didn’t have the heart to ask Johnny if Doyoung was indeed with him.

“Doyoung couldn’t make it today. He had to go out with the whole crew of his drama to celebrate their last day together. I came as soon as I heard about your performance.”

You fell quiet, breathing deep to hide your tears and your disappointment. But Johnny knew how you felt, so he pulled you tighter against him, completely encasing you completely on his embrace. “Don’t feel sad. You did so well today.”

///

Ever since then, you stopped taking calls from Doyoung. He would persistently call and text you every night to say sorry. Any other day, you would’ve been glad to see that finally, he’s the one that’s trying so hard to reach you. Sadly, you’re in no mood to talk to him.

You thought it would’ve been cruel if you blocked his number from your phone, so you instead tried to text him excuses why you couldn’t talk.

You were tired. You went out with a friend. You just wanted to take some rest.

After hitting send, you tossed your phone in your bed, still feeling upset about him missing such an important day to you. You felt set aside like you’re the last person on his priority list.

That day made you realize that you’re spending way too much energy on someone that doesn’t return the favor. It was an unhealthy behavior that you need to get out of your system as soon as possible, even if that means cutting Doyoung from your life temporarily.

///

Doyoung was surprised to see you at the front door of the 127 dorm one day. You tried smiling at him as he opened the door to let you in, pretending that you were not upset with him in the previous days.

“Surprised you’re not busy today,” you remarked as you sat down, clearly aiming at Doyoung who was now feeling lost at your coldness towards him.

“You’re not mad at me, are you?”

“Not at all,” you tried your best to avoid his gaze because one look at your face would definitely give everything away. You didn’t want to lie to him, but it was better than saying that you were mad because you had feelings for him.

“Anyways, where’s Johnny? He invited me to watch a movie this afternoon.”

“Didn’t you tell me that you had practice today? That’s why you couldn’t meet me?”

You sneered internally.

“Yeah. Sometimes people say one thing and then they actually mean another thing. You of all people should know.”

You saw Johnny coming out of his room, fully dressed and ready for your movie night together. You waved one last goodbye at Doyoung, who just realized that you were roasting him the whole time.

///

The passive-aggressiveness went on for a few more occasions. You refused his attempts to talk to you, knowing full well that your cold facade would wear off instantly once you let him. You wanted to talk to him so bad, but your pride was preventing you from making any rash decisions. You couldn’t just go back to living your life as Doyoung’s doormat. But, as per Johnny’s advice, you got to explain to him why you were feeling that way. He at least deserved that much.

That explanation came sooner than you had expected.

You were spending a lot of time with Johnny lately, but only because he treats you like a little sister. He must’ve missed his own sister back at home, so he was making sure to take care of you as much as he could.

But Doyoung didn’t have to know that.

You had noticed the tension between the two of them whenever you would visit their dormitory. Johnny was just a bit irked at Doyoung because you were hurting, but he understood it from his perspective. He never knew how you felt in the first place, he wouldn’t have known how much he hurt you in the process.

What goes on in Doyoung’s brain though, you have no idea. He usually just stays away from the both of you whenever you’ve come to visit them, maybe throw in a couple of pleasantries before asking you to hang out with him once again. You kept on telling him that you will once you’re not busy with the academy, and then proceeds to forget about it on that same day.

One day, he’s finally had enough and decided to block the door when you were about to leave the dorm room.

"There's nothing to talk about Doyoung."

You tried to step out once again, but he didn't even budge from his place.

"Can you just tell me what I did? I already said sorry about not attending your recital. What else do you want me to do?"

You lowered your head and tried to leave again, determined not to answer his questions. But he's just as stubborn as you are, this time pushing you slightly, just enough to make you step back.

Your fists formed into a ball and your lips pursed in annoyance. Why does he care about you so much now that you're staying away from him?

"Let me leave, Doyoung. Johnny is waiting for me," you said as calmly as you could.

"Is that it? You're replacing me with Johnny? Just because of that one mistake? What kind of friendship is that?" Doyoung's voice went up a few notches, now looking as visibly upset as you are.

"I can't be your friend anymore, Doyoung," silence filled the room as soon as you said that statement. You both stare at each other awkwardly, both of you are still in a state of shock.

"I don't think this is the perfect time to tell you this, but you have to know eventually," grasping the straps of your handbag, you braced yourself for what you were about to say.

"I have feelings for you Doyoung. That's why I was so hurt that you didn't attend the recital," you paused for a bit, biting your lower lip to hold yourself back from tearing up.

"It made me realize that my life, everything about me, revolves around you. I would literally drop everything when you say you need me. And yet, I'm so far away from your priority list that you can't even sit down for a few minutes to watch me perform," you felt a bit of moisture from your cheeks. Tears were already falling from your face without you even realizing it.

You wiped your tears away with your sleeves and you held yourself back from sobbing to proceed to talk.

"But it's not your fault. I was the one at fault for lending you my time, and I was the one at fault for setting high expectations for someone who just treats me as a friend," you smiled weakly as you walked towards him one last time.

"So for now, I can't be your friend anymore. Not until I sort my feelings out and make things more awkward for us. Give me time for myself, Doyoung. I'll try to be a better friend soon."

You smiled as you lowered your head once again, your shoulders brushing over when you left the room. You didn't try to look back and walked as fast as possible, holding yourself together just before you reached the exit.

You ran out of their apartment building and as soon as you found a place where you can hide, you finally let yourself go. You sat there balling your eyes out and looked around for signs of your best friend. When you realized that he didn't even make an effort to comfort or follow you, your sobs got even louder as you sat down on the pavement to hug your knees.

"Go on... Let it out."

Someone sat down with you and started patting your back to comfort you. You raised your head and cleared the hair strands that stuck to your face to see who it is. It was Johnny.

"I saw everything that happened. I'm happy that you finally told him."

He rubbed your shoulders to calm you down once again, offering you his handkerchief so you could wipe your tears out. Once you finally managed to stop crying, he stood up from his seat and placed his hands on the pockets of his hoodie.

"If you need to cry all day, I'll be here."

///

Doyoung proved that your presence left a big mark that he never realized before. He thought he was just confused at first, or that he was just getting used to not being able to contact you whenever he could.

Just that evening, he was having a hard time memorizing the new choreography for their comeback. He kept on messing up one of the killing parts and everyone was frustrated that they couldn't move on to the other parts of the choreography. He felt sorry for everyone, so he left practice early to work on it himself without burdening the other members. His first instinct was the grab his phone and listen to your soothing voice, telling him to cheer up and that he will do better tomorrow.

But as soon as he was about to hit the dial button, it pained him to press the back button instead, stuffing the phone into his sweatpants and he wiped the sweat off of him.

He felt very heaviness, even more, when he was changing, basically ripping the door of his locker as he took its contents to rid himself of the uncomfortable feeling of sweat. He was both mad and upset at the same time, almost ripping a part of his shirt when he was about to put it on.

He hasn't felt like this in a very long time and he needed a way to get things off of his chest. But without you to do it, it was practically impossible.

He grabbed his matching hat and jacket, stuffing his dirty clothes on his backpack and he made his way out of the building.

He made sure that no one saw him in that state, especially Haechan, who gave him so much shit when everybody found out about your confession.

"Everyone knew, you dumbass."

He just wished somebody would've told him sooner, but he knew it wasn't their place to tell him about it. He felt stupid for not realizing it sooner.

His heavy footsteps dragged him to the ramen shop that you used to go to together. He stopped coming here when he lost contact with you, and instead of making him feel better, it made him even more upset upon the reminder of how he fucked up. But he needed a way to make himself feel better. Ramen worked back then. Maybe it would work right now.

He made the choice to not sit down at your usual spot, the one closest to the kitchen so you would get your meals as soon as you could. He instead opted for one of the corners. It felt awkward, but he was there to eat, not enjoy the ambiance. He ordered a bowl to himself, something that he wasn't used to seeing on the table. The bowl of ramen looked so empty on the table by itself, and so he ordered a lot of side dishes with a few bottles of soju to comfort himself.

To his surprise, he was served by the same auntie that used to tease you and him before when the two of you used to go to this place. He hoped that she wouldn't recognize and ask for your whereabouts, but he was very unlucky that day.

"Oh. It's been a while since I saw you! How are you?"

Doyoung just bowed to the auntie and told him that he was fine and that he missed eating there for the longest time.

"I'm glad that I finally get to see you! You missed your friend though, she just left earlier."

He was put to a halt. Something about you being mentioned sparked something in him. Although, he wasn't able to pinpoint what that feeling was at that time.

"I think she was showing the place to another friend of yours. The big guy ate a lot, so we're worried for a bit that we’re about to close early for today."

Doyoung felt his heart sink, but he still bowed and thanked the auntie for the meal.

He stared at the contents of his table for a while, but you would always remind him that the soup tasted better when it's still hot. For some reason though, the bowl of ramen wasn't as tasty as it used to be. He used to finish bowls of that same ramen before, but he couldn't even manage to finish one. He knew better than to waste food though, so he forced himself to eat the rest of it and jumped out of there as soon as he could.

The ramen certainly didn't make him feel better.

///

It's been weeks and the first thing that Doyoung did after waking up was to open his phone for messages. There were a few of them, most of it coming from the other members, but he wasn't interested in reading in any of them.

Getting out of bed seemed harder than usual. He felt a few pounds heavier, which meant he either gained weight or he just lost the will to get up from his bed.

He tried not to stare at his phone as he brushed his teeth, so he kept them hidden in his pocket and used all of his wills to not check on it every hour.

He noticed that there was a bit of commotion coming from outside. He paid no attention and went back to his usual morning routine, getting ready for a separate schedule that he had that morning. He went to his room to get dressed and pack the things that he may need that day. Once everything was done, he went to the kitchen to tell everyone that he was going, but he was met with something else instead.

The rest of the boys were gathered up around the table, enjoying breakfast that he assumed that you made. You just stood there happily as you served everyone pieces of the omelet that you made. You turned around in his direction and he was met with that smile that he missed so much.

"Doie, would you like some?"

The nickname made him flinch. It was something that you never used on him before, but it was enough to make him look away and step out of the room immediately.

"I'm good. I just came to say goodbye to everyone."

"Oh good!" you said as you gathered your things and stuffed them neatly in your tote bag. "I just came here to drop some food because this guy said that he wasn’t feeling well. Let's go together," you said as you tiptoed your way out of the tight kitchen, messing Johnny's hair before you finally stepped out of the room.

"Let's go?" you asked giddily as you grabbed Doyoung's arm and waved to everybody goodbye. He finally realized what you must've felt when it was the other way around.

The walk towards the bus stop was a quiet one. None of you dared to talk. But he noticed that the spring of your step is back, if not better than before. Meanwhile, he was just walking there awkwardly, not knowing what to say to you because of how he left things the last time that you talked. He wanted to talk to you for the longest time, but he respected your wishes to be alone. Now he was regretting making that decision.

The both of you stood there at the nearest bus stop, the atmosphere is even quieter since it was just the two of you standing there.

"I missed you Doie," you spoke, breaking the silence between you too.

"I was hoping that we can talk right after this. You know, just to clear the air."

He remained quiet in his place, not really knowing how to respond to her.

"Meet me at the ramen place later?"

"Sure," Doyoung almost hit himself for answering so soon. To him, he sounded very eager to eat with you once again.

The bus finally arrived and you stepped inside, making your way into the seat. His stare lingered at you for a while, to see if you would look around like how you always did when he sent you home. You took those same steps, hesitating at the eighth one to see if he still stuck around to look at you.

You hesitantly sat back down in your seat, unsure as to whether he finally looked back at you when you were about to leave.

You never saw him though, because he asked you to sit down and within a split second, he was gone from your view.

Guess you're just gonna have to find out tonight.

xxx

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sw124 · 3 years ago

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BonelyHearts Reader Insert6

{Female!ReaderXSkeleton household}

Camping! Pt.6

Well yesterday was quite the day, so much for your enjoying your ‘leisure’ day out. You ended up soaked to your very bones all because of some jerk/jerks in a speed boat. It wasn’t so much getting soaked that bothered you, it was the fact that boat came so close to hitting you and Ash; that is what made you mad…but that was yesterday. An its not like the day ended badly, when you got dry clothes on and the skeletons practically waiting on you hand and foot to be sure you were ok.

You’d be lying if you didn’t enjoy it but you reminded them that you were fine and all warm again. That an you woke up again with the same skeletons in your tent, cuddled up next to you like little darlings. Well this was your last day of camping, that meant it was ‘your’ day. The past two days were dedicated to the skeletons but now it was your turn an you had only one special thing in mind.

“Human, what exactly do you have planned. We’ve done all the trails you wanted minus the …what was it..Grandfathers duff?” Asked Nox.

“Thats ‘Grandads Bluff’ and trust me when I tell you this activity will be great for everyone. But remember we need to pack up before we head off for our last activity, when we’ve finished it we’ll be going home; everyone got that?”

They all responded with a nod, you felt giddy as you helped them pack up. You had a wonderful surprise waiting for them! Packing didn’t take long at all, you handled most of the kitchen items while Papyrus and Boss dismantled the tents. Poplar helped Russ pack up the van while the others walked around picking up any litter left behind. It didn’t take long to get cleaned up really, in less then thirty minutes dishes were clean, tents dismantled and put away, campsite cleaned up and finally the van packed. Now that was done you could take the boys on the last activity of the day!

“Ok boys its gonna ten to fifteen minute walk to our destination so no whining.” You gave a playful wink and motioned the boys to follow you.

It was kinda funny to see some of their deadpan expressions but you digressed. You lead the way towards a road, sticking close to the shoulder of course. Though there weren’t any cars on this road there were ATV’er’s driving about; but they all were polite an stuck to their own side, time to time waving at you and the skeletons. Most if not all of them were simple ‘drive through rugged terrain’ people or parents taking their kids for rides.

Like you said it didn’t take long before you reached your destination…

“…..A ski lift?” Russ tilted his head.

“Well its not used for skiing now but during the autumn its used as a ‘special tour’ option. You take the lift up the mountain to enjoy the view of the local foliage, there at the top is the local ski resort. We’re taking the long ride up so it’ll take about an hour. By the time we get there it’ll be time for lunch so we’ll stop at their cafe to eat. Then comes the best part!”

You wriggle in your boots, ready to explode with excitement.

“The best part is the tram ride down the mountain, on the way down your served the best local drinks in the area. Non-alcoholic of course, the ride down will take just about the same amount of time as getting up give or take a minute. By the time we get back down the mountain it’ll be time to start heading home, you boys ready?”

They all looked at each other before nodding, when you got to where the chairs picked up the skiers you paused…thats right you had to see who was going with who. You looked and already Nox was arguing about going first…call you impatient but you hopped into a chair an let the boys figure it out for themselves.

You turned your back…and felt the chair sweep you up then it dropped its safety bar down. You squeaked like a little mouse as it lifted you up, you turned back to see the boys were still arguing…you waited at least a minute before shouting.

“HEY! I’M ALREADY ON THE LIFT! GET THE LEAD OUT BOYS!”

You laughed as you watched some of them scramble to get on the lift, Poplar and Ash were already getting on by the time the others heard you calling for them. Now that the boys were on the lift all you had to do….was relax and enjoy the ocean of autumn colors at your feet. This truly was a great idea, you slowly watched the wind blow waves of leaves over the trees. It really did look like water, a sea of cold fire…

A sudden thought hit you….there was a few spots on the mountain where special cameras were set up. They were to take pictures of people on the ski lifts, kinda like the camera’s on amusement park rides! They did this for the skiers as something commemorative or something. Oh this was gonna be fun, you hoped you’d see it so you could take a nice photo, if not something funny to laugh at.

[A beautifully peaceful ride later]

You gingerly slide off the lift chair and walked over to a small waiting area, there were some benches and a small kiosk to get your photo. The photo you got didn’t turn out like you hoped but it was still nice, the pictures was of you looking off to the side. You recalled that moment too, you caught sight of a hawk in the distance.

You decided to wait for the boys, you saw the photo’s drop in the kiosk. Not sure if it was ok or what you decided to look. The first photo of course was of Poplar and Ash, they looked like the spitting image of a happy elderly couple. The next was Stretch and Blue, where on earth did Stretch get the Groucho glasses…heh poor Blue didn’t notice he was given the ‘bunny ear’ treatment. Next was Boss and Red who were mostly enjoying the scenery, then it was a picture of Papyrus yelling at a sleepy Sans. Finally was Nox and Russ who much like Red and Boss were just enjoying the scenery…hehe Russ looked so cute.

You slipped the photos into your pocket and went to greet them, by the time you left the little kiosk Poplar and Ash were just getting off the lift. They greeted you and sat down to wait for the others, one by one the pairs of brothers came off the lift. Once you all regrouped you headed for the resort’s cafe.

“Here it is…” you sighed happily, it didn’t have a name other then ‘cafe’ but it just oozed with charm.

Inside the floors were a deep black mahogany with plush bright red carpets, the tables, chairs and table cloths all matched. What made it so charming was each table had a small fire pit in the center where you could roast marshmallows. But since you did that already you had booked a special treat for the boys…

“Fon…due?” Asked Nox.

“Yes, Fondue is a pot of melted cheese where you dip food items into such as bread, vegetables, meat an other things. Don’t worry I’ll be ordering the vegetarian special, it comes with the local favorites! Come on lets sit, I’m starting to get a little hungry now.”

“Yes lets have lunch!” Agreed Poplar, he seemed just as excited about the fondue.

Everyone gathered at one big round table, the waitress took down orders for drinks. Mostly of coffee’s and coco’s but you chose some tea for yourself. Before long your pot of fondue was delivered and everyone proceeded to dip pieces of bread and vegetables into the melted white substance. It had a slight sharp smell but the herbs were mostly the source of it, the taste…was pure velvet. You could taste the cream and hints of butter, instantly you thought of popcorn from a movie theater the moment you took bite of asparagus dipped in the white concoction.

All the vegetables you got were roasted, including some sweet potato chips and some eggplant. This really was a great place, once you an the boys had enough and paid the bill came the tram.

You walked over to check the schedule.

“The next ride will be leaving at 11:45am guys so we got about forty minutes to enjoy the sights around here. Please pay attention to the time ok guys?”

“Got it!” They said in unison.

You smile and walk away, everyone wandered around the outside admiring the scenery. You gravitate away from the boys and wander a bit towards the railing.

Everything was so quiet…so beautiful…but was interrupted by the sound of loud voices. You look to see four men stumbling towards you, hanging off one another, even from a distance you could smell the booze. You were about to move away but they caught sight of you.

“Hey baby, you alone wanna hang (hic!) out?”

You glared. “No, I’m here with my friends now leave me alone-“ just when you turned to head for the nearby staircase to get away from these jerks one of them grabs your arm.

“Hey aren’t you that bitch thats hanging out with them skeletons? Come on hang out with some real men, we got the goods to please a woman!” Well one of them was half sober enough to recognize you for some reason.

You rip your arm away from him.

“Get away from me you filthy piece of crap!” You stepped back…

“See told you she was a bitch, an I know what we do with bitches!” Before you could do anything one of the drunks raised his foot and kicked you…you stumbled back…and took a hard tumble down the stairs behind you.

It wasn’t many stairs but enough that when you landed…you landed hard. For a moment you laid still, you were still conscious so that was good….slowly you started rising to your knee’s, you put weight on your right foot; no problems there……but the moment you tried to step on your left foot….thats when you went down again.

Your ankle felt as if someone drove a spike into the joint and was twisting it around, you let out a pained scream when you put any weight on it. You winced and looked at your hands…oh your poor hands got bruised up good that was for sure…

“Human? Human where are you?!” You looked up, you saw Nox but thankfully no sign of the drunks.

“D-Down here!” You cried…tears were streaming down your face, the pain was almost too much.

You looked up, Nox was racing down full speed. You got scared thinking he’d fall too…give him some credit he had good balance. He reached you and noticed your disheveled self.

“What happened?!” His hands hovered over you.

You sobbed. “S-some drunk guy kicked me down the st-stairs…my ankle hurts real bad Nox…”

Normally you could tolerate a little pain but this…this wasn’t little, already Nox was checking the rest of you. Your arms, head (noting the slight bruised lip you had), neck, he already saw your hands but was now focusing on your legs. When he was satisfied he checked your ankle, slowly he removed your shoe and examined your ankle. His fingertips ghosted over your ankle, flinching when he touched parts near the joint.

“….Its just bruised thankfully, hang on.” He took out his phone and after a few taps made he put the phone to his cheek….and spoke.

“Russ get Boss to my location, a pack of drunks pushed the human down a flight of stairs, she has a bruised ankle an I need someone strong enough to carry her to the Tram.”

He had just put his phone in his pocket when you heard footsteps, already you saw Boss descending the stairs. He had such a graceful step to him despite practically running down those stairs, Russ wasn’t far behind him.

“Oh god, human…” Russ looked ready to cry, you tried to put on a brave smile but it hurt to smile…

Boss waisted no time gathering you into a princess carry, with almost no effort on his part escorted back up the stairs…where a group of worried skeletons were waiting for you.

[three hours later]

This wasn’t how you wanted your camping to end….sure you got the tram ride back but it wasn’t that special ‘lets have a warm drink while watching the woods slowly go by’ kind of ride. Now you were bundled up in a blanket sitting in your room, you just finished crying when Boss walked in with a mug of ‘golden flower’ tea.

“Thanks Boss…” you whimpered as you took the cup from him.

“Now human don’t be so melodramatic, sure the trip didn’t go completely as planned but we still had fun and we got you healed up.” Said Boss crossing his arms.

“Yeah…..thats true….” The tea was the perfect temperature, you hadn’t realized you had gulped it all down…well you were thirsty. “….You know maybe I should go sit in the living room with….everyone…maybe that’ll make me feel…..better…”

You forgot..’golden flower’ tea practically knocked your butt out, you drank it when you couldn’t get to sleep at night. You swayed a bit still bundled in that thick blanket, was you imagination or did you feel Boss wrapping his arms around you?

Oh he just picked you up….you all bundled in your blanket…you felt like a newborn baby swaddled after birth. Warm, safe and loved….you snuggled against the brooding skeletons chest as he walked you out of your room.

You could hear the others having a conversation but….you didn’t care….you could hear cooing but you didn’t care….instead…your mind drifted back to the camping…

Sleeping in a tent curled up with the skeleton family, sharing s’mores and hot coco…

Your mind drifted into a dream…where all you could think about…was you…

And the loving skeletons who were always…and always would be at your side…

End.

[The ending was inspired by a drawing done by @mmhinman and again this is a reader insert dedicated to the @bonelyheartsclub ]

#undertale #fanfic #bonely hearts club

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javistg · 4 years ago

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A Second Chance CH 3.

It’s been almost two years since I posted Chapter 2 but Chapter 3 is finally ready!

I want to dedicate this chapter to @mega-aulover, @567inpanem, @katnissdoesnotfollowback, @hutchhitched, @justajjfan, @thegirlfromoverthepond, @booksrockmyface, @albinokittens300, @animekpopxx, @alliswell21, @alwayseverlark, @nightlock-1989, @katnissmeowverdeen, @mandelion82, @norbertsmom, @rosegardeninwinter, @everybirdfellsilent, @thelettersfromnoone, @mrspeetamellark, @taylerwrites, @ameliaodair, @everlark-always, @emilia206 and everyone else who joined this year’s @everlarkficexchange.

Thank you all for bringing inspiration back into my inbox, for reminding me of how fun it is to create something and to share it with this wonderful fandom.

Also, @theeverlarkingmoose this chapter is for you. Your words of encouragement made me want to go back and re-read what I had written. Everything started falling in place after that ❤️

Based on prompt 110: A time travel AU: Katniss from Mockingjay, (any part of the book, it's up to you), winds up back the day before her sister's first reaping. What does she do now that she knows what's coming? Now that she knows how Peeta feels about her, and she knows how desperately she needs him, and what they could share? What on earth could she, or should she, even do/change? And what is she should lose it all again? [submitted by @wingletblackbird For EFE 2019]

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CHAPTER 3.

The tribute train speeds along, silently hovering over the tracks on its way to the Capitol.

Alone in her compartment, Katniss cries. The hope and joy from the previous day are gone. Sorrow and defeat fill her heart as she sits on the bed.

Clutching a bag full of frosted cookies against her chest, she tries to come to terms with the fact that the unthinkable has happened again.

Covering her eyes from the glaring summer sun, an effervescent Effie Trinket walked onto the stage and pulled Prim's name out of a giant glass bowl.

For the second time in her life, Katniss stepped forward and volunteered to take her sister's place.

The crowd parted to let her through. Prim cried. Gale carried her away.

A silent District 12 saluted their tribute. Haymitch interrupted the proceedings with his drunken antics, and a rattled Effie called out Peeta's name.

After finishing the Treaty of Treason, the mayor prompted the tributes to shake hands.

Sorrow, pain, and an unexpected dash of hope danced in Peeta's eyes as he looked straight at her and gently squeezed her hand. Comforted by the gesture she no longer confused with a nervous spasm, Katniss squeezed back.

The goodbyes at the Justice Building were just as bad as she remembered them.

Katniss had thought it would be easier. She had imagined that knowing she had a real shot at coming back would help her be more convincing, more generous.

She wanted to be kinder to her mother --who had already proven she was strong enough to keep on going while Katniss was away-- and to leave her sister with a sense of certainty, with a bit of hope to cling to.

But, as soon as Prim started crying, Katniss's fears took over, and her resolutions melted as quickly as a blanket of snow.

In the end, history repeated itself, and Katniss used up most of her time going over all the practical stuff Prim and her mother needed to know. Right before the Peacekeepers barged in, the three Everdeen women hugged and promised, once again, that they would try their best.

Once her family left, Mr. Mellark delivered his cookies. The baker was just as quiet this time around, but Katniss didn't mind. Instead of fretting over his intentions, she was grateful for his generosity and kindness.

The door opened again, and Madge came in like a whirlwind, holding out the mockingjay pin and talking about district tokens.

"I'll bring it back," Katniss promised as her friend leaned in to fix the bird to her dress.

Madge kissed her friend's cheek. "I'm counting on that."

Madge had barely left the room when Gale walked in.

His eyes were dark and stormy, but when he opened his arms, she walked straight into them.

Their breakfast that morning hadn't been as pleasant as the one she remembered. Instead of joking around and talking about escaping into the woods, Gale had been surly and quiet.

To Katniss's relief, he hadn't mentioned Peeta or her stroll around the Meadow the previous afternoon. It didn't matter. His contribution to the meal, a day-old tesserae grain roll that could have only come from the Hob, spoke louder than any words ever could.

Gale Hawthorne hadn't been in the mood to stop by the bakery that morning.

"Listen," he said, stepping away from their embrace to look at her face. "Getting a knife should be pretty easy, but you've got to get your hands on a bow. That's your best chance."

Katniss smiled. There he was, her friend, her partner, the man who was willing to put his own feelings aside, like he'd done in Thirteen, to help and support her.

No matter what, Gale had her back. Even if he wasn't thrilled with her right now, he would keep her family safe.

"You know how to kill," Gale insisted as they discussed strategies.

"Not people," she muttered.

"How different can it be, really?" A grim remark uttered in a moment of despair. She had never liked it but, after surviving two arenas, it made her furious.

"It's incredibly different!" Katniss yelled. Anger and dread danced in her veins as she remembered where she was headed to. "I'd be killing a person, Gale! A person! I'd be erasing their thoughts, their dreams, their—,"

"Listen," Gale grabbed her by the shoulders, "Catnip, you can't think that way. Not in the arena. You need to remember, only one comes out, right?"

Only one. The words were oddly familiar. Numb, Katniss nodded.

"Say it,” he pressed.

"They have to have a victor," Katniss whispered. Looking up into Gale's silver eyes, she repeated, "Only one comes out."

"That's it, and you can be the one. You can be the one who comes home, back to Prim, back to your mother. Because that's all that matters, right? They are all that matters."

"Right."

Pulling her back into his arms, Gale lowered his head to her ear and whispered, "You can do this, Katniss. Just… promise me, you won't let anyone distract you."

Anyone. He meant Peeta, of course. But Peeta wasn’t a distraction, he was her mission.

Clinging to his embrace to soak up his warmth, she promised, “I won’t.”

A Peacekeeper walked in.

Always the nonconformist, Gale asked for more time. He was granted none.

"Don't let them starve!" Katniss cried out, panicked, as her friend was escorted out of the room.

"I won't!" Gale vowed. "You know I won't!"

XXXXX

By the time Effie comes to collect her for supper, Katniss's tears have dried up.

Resigned to her fate, Katniss follows her escort through the narrow, rocking corridor into the dining room where Peeta sits, waiting for them.

At the sight of him, Katniss's breath hitches. This is the Peeta she knows best. Capitol clothes, winning smile, and a touch of… heartbreak in his eyes.

That wasn't there earlier, Katniss thinks. What happened? As Peeta's eyes flit away, she suddenly remembers. His mother.

Yes, Mrs. Mellark just told her youngest son that he's not good enough to come back from the arena.

She wants to run to his side, to wrap her arms around him, press a kiss on his forehead, and soothe his pain away.

She wishes with all her heart that she could tell him that the Witch and her bitterness don't matter, but she can't. Instead, she bites her lip, takes the empty chair by his side, and waits for Effie to start giving instructions.

The supper comes in courses. The starter, a thick carrot soup, is followed by a green salad.

Katniss is reaching for the platter with the lamb chops and mashed potatoes when Peeta leans into her side and casually says, "So… when you said you'd be at the back…"

Surprised, Katniss glances back at him. The teasing glint in his eyes brings a smile to her lips. "I guess I meant the front," she says, stabbing a lamb chop with her fork and dropping it on her plate. With a coy shrug, she adds, "I confuse them sometimes."

Peeta's retort is interrupted by Effie's shrill voice. "Oh! Are you two friends?"

Katniss freezes, but Peeta quickly comes to her rescue. "Not really," he says, ladling a dollop of mashed potatoes on his plate, "we go to school together, that's all."

Effie takes this news with a polite nod. Just as they're about to finish the main course, she speaks again. "At least, you two have decent manners," she says. "The pair last year ate everything with their hands like a couple of savages. It completely upset my digestion."

Katniss narrows her eyes. Over the last couple of years, she's come to appreciate Effie, but her comment still disgusts her. So, once again, she makes a point of eating the rest of her meal with her fingers and wiping her hands on the tablecloth when she's done.

Bewildered, Effie straightens up in her chair, pursing her pink lips in shocked disapproval.

Good, Katniss thinks with a satisfied smirk. Things are just as they should be.

XXXXX

Katniss's first day in the Capitol is almost an exact replica of her previous one.

Her prep team scrubs and strips every inch of her body, removing all her hair and leaving her like a plucked bird, ready for roasting.

Later, when Cinna walks into the room, Katniss rolls her hands into tight fists and, somehow, manages to stop herself from lunging into his arms.

XXXXX

The carriage ride around the City Circle is a huge success.

While Portia is busy extinguishing the last of the artificial flames, Katniss reluctantly lets go of Peeta's hand.

"Thanks for keeping hold of me," says Peeta massaging his hand, "I was getting a little shaky there."

"It didn't show," Katniss tells him. "I'm sure no one noticed."

"I'm sure they didn't notice anything but you," he replies, looking boldly into her eyes, "You should wear flames more often. They suit you."

Then, he does it again. He flashes her that smile, the one she knows he saves just for her, genuinely sweet with just the right touch of shyness.

Warmth rushes through her, and she bites her lip to keep from smiling too widely. She used to feel so vulnerable whenever this happened --like Peeta was in control, and she couldn't trust herself around him-- but she knows better now. Peeta's not trying to manipulate her, he's just paying her a compliment, and he's damned good at it!

No warning bells go off. No thoughts of hidden agendas, or strategies, or games cross Katniss's mind. Only joy and affection propel her as she stands on tiptoe and kisses his cheek, right on his bruise.

XXXXX

When Katniss notices the red-headed Avox at the dinner table later that night, she doesn't even flinch.

With watchful eyes, she follows the girl's movements and tries not to think about Darius —or the way he looked at her the last time they saw each other in that same room.

Taking a bite of her cake, Katniss glances back at Peeta and wonders —just for an instant— if he ever saw what Effie called the "matching set" while Snow kept him captive.

The thought is too painful to even consider, so she stops poking at it and goes back to the conversation around the table.

Later, as she lies in bed looking at images of a slow trickling stream projected on her wall, she silently berates herself for her silence. Her original reaction hadn't really hurt anyone, but it had led to Peeta covering for her and showing her the rooftop garden.

She longs to go there now. It's the only place where she can breathe, and she's sure Peeta's there already, looking down unto the Capitol skyline. But how can she join him when no one in this timeline has shown her the way?

The answer is so simple it makes her laugh. The terrace isn't exactly hidden, and Peeta knows she's an illegal hunter who sneaks under an electrified fence every day. He won't question her if she says she just stumbled upon it while exploring the apartment.

Katniss steps into the cool, windy evening air. Twelve floors down, the Capitol twinkles like a vast field of fireflies. It's a familiar sight by now, but it still fills her with wonder.

Peeta's already there, standing by the railing at the edge of the roof. His eyes widen when he sees her approach.

"How did you find this place?" Katniss asks, trying her best to sound surprised.

"Cinna showed me," Peeta says. "You?"

"I did some exploring."

Katniss reaches his side, and they both turn to look out onto the skyline.

"You can practically see the whole city," Peeta says.

They stand there for a few minutes, enjoying the show of flickering lights, listening to the wind chimes behind them and the noises from the city below.

They're standing so close together that she can feel the warmth radiating off of him. A little closer and I would smell his scent, she thinks, hoping she could wrap her arms around him and bury her face in his shirt.

"A penny for your thoughts," Peeta asks.

Startled out of her reverie, Katniss laughs, "A penny? Is that the going rate in town?"

Peeta shrugs. "I guess. It's just something my grandmother used to say."

She's heard this before, back on their victory tour, but she still asks, "Which grandmother?"

"Grandma Mellark. She had tons of sayings, one for every occasion. She died when I was ten, but I still remember some of them." After a short pause, he asks, "How about you? Do you remember your grandparents?"

"No. I never met them."

Peeta turns towards her. The earnest curiosity dancing in his eyes tugs at her heart. "Never?"

Katniss shakes her head. "I know my mother's parents ran the apothecary up until a few years ago, but we never went there. I might have seen them on the street, but…"

"And on your father's side?"

"They both died before I was born. I don't know much about them, just that they knew a lot about plants and that my grandmother loved music. My dad used to say that she could remember any song after only hearing it once and that she had a beautiful voice."

Peeta's hushed words are almost lost in the din of the wind chimes, but they reach her all the same. "Just like yours."

She's about to contradict him but, when she looks up, her mind goes blank. Peeta's looking back at her with a tenderness and warmth that still haunts her dreams.

“I don’t sing,” she hears herself say.

"But you used to,” Peeta says, “back when we were little.”

It's almost like being back in the cave. Her skin tingles, her heart soars.

Flustered, Katniss asks, "You remember that?"

Peeta looks away. His cheeks turn beet red as he softly admits, "I do."

Her heart's hammering madly against her rib cage now.

For an instant, she thinks he's going to tell her the story again, the one about their first day of school and the teacher asking her to sing; but he does no such thing.

Keeping his eyes on the horizon, Peeta straightens up and pushes himself away from her and the railing.

Disappointed, Katniss turns away.

Deep down, she's also relieved. As much as she wants to regain the closeness she once shared with Peeta, she knows they're not ready yet.

Unlike her, Peeta doesn't know what their future holds. He likes her well enough, but they're training for the Games. He still needs to keep his distance from his district partner.

Satisfied that she's done plenty for one night, Katniss stretches her arms over her head and fakes a yawn. "We should get some rest," she says.

"Yeah. Tomorrow's going to be a big, big, big day!"

Katniss laughs. Peeta's impersonation of their escort has always been pitch-perfect.

They climb the stairs together. When they reach the corridor that leads up to their rooms, Peeta whispers, "Good night, Katniss."

The words wrap around her heart, soothing her like no morphling ever did. She's still savoring them when she whispers back, "Good night, Peeta."

XXXXX

It's a little before ten when Katniss and Peeta step out of the elevator and into the Training Center. The other tributes are already there gathered in a circle around Atala, the head trainer.

As soon as the tall woman starts to talk, Katniss tunes her out. She's heard the little speech twice already. She doesn't need to listen to it again.

Beside her, Peeta lets out a small sigh.

He's frustrated, Katniss thinks. She considers reaching out to squeeze his hand but stops herself, knowing that Peeta probably won’t welcome the gesture right now.

She can’t blame him, not after the morning they've had.

The discussion over their individual skills at breakfast had been slightly less contentious this time around, but not by much.

After mentioning Katniss’s abilities, Peeta had still brought up his mother's hurtful parting words.

Katniss had been less cagey. She had managed to keep the bread incident out of the conversation, but Peeta's comment about the effect she had on people had —once again— raised her hackles. Not because she had felt insulted, lile the first time, but because she’d been reminded of everything she’d lost.

As she saw the old Peeta willing to give his life for her, she couldn’t help but think of the other version of him; the version she had left behind in District 13. That Peeta hated her. He had gone through hell and back to be with her and now he wanted her dead.

Who knows? She bitterly told herself after Haymitch dismissed them. Maybe this magical effect of mine doesn't last very long. Maybe, one day, the whole country will wake up and hate me too.

XXXXX

While Atala reads down the list of the skill stations, Katniss can't keep her eyes from flitting around the room.

Marvel. Clove. Cato. Fox-face. Thresh. Rue.

Her chest tightens. These are the faces that haunt her dreams. The voices that echo in her nightmares.

Katniss bites her lip to keep from screaming. Her palms are clammy, her heart is racing, but she doesn't move an inch.

This is the hardest thing she's had to do so far, and she needs to get it right. She can't let the others see her distress.

Slowly averting her eyes, she reminds herself, My name is Katniss Everdeen. I am seventeen years old. My home is District 12. I was in the Hunger Games. I escaped. The Capitol hates me, but I came back.

Katniss breathes. In. Out. In. Out.

Her heart rate is almost back to normal when she finishes. I came back to make Snow pay.

She's still lost in her thoughts when Peeta nudges her arm and makes her jump.

His expression is sober. "Where would you like to start?"

Katniss looks around at the Career Tributes who are already showing off, clearly trying to intimidate the field. Then at the others, the underfed, the incompetent, shakily having their first lessons with a knife or an ax.

"Suppose we tie some knots," she says.

"Right you are," says Peeta.

XXXXX

They spend their morning trying out different skills.

Now that she knows what type of arena awaits her, Katniss realizes that the stations are full of clues. The kinds of ropes they use at the knot-tying class. The mud, clay, and berry juices available in the camouflage section. They all seem so obvious now that she knows they'll be going to a forest.

When they reach the medicinal plants' section, Katniss stops short. The last time she was here, she practically skipped it, but she's on a different mission now, so she walks in and makes sure Peeta follows.

A big screen shows pictures of plants with a brief description underneath.

Katniss flips through the crisp images until she finds what she's looking for: the leaves Rue used to treat her.

"These are great!" she enthusiastically tells Peeta. "They fight off infection, bring down swelling, and numb the pain. They're handy when you've been stung by insects or bees. You have to chew them up into a pulp and spit them on top of your wound."

Peeta wrinkles his nose. "Spit them?"

"Yeah," Katniss confirms, "Otherwise, you won't release their properties. My mother would use other methods, but…" Lowering her voice, she adds, "Sometimes you don't have a lot of options when you're out in the woods."

Apparently satisfied with her answer, Peeta nods. After glancing around to make sure no one is listening, he whispers, "Have you been stung many times?"

"Only twice," Katniss admits, "I immediately pulled the stingers out and put the leaves on top. It wasn't so bad."

Peeta's eyes are locked on the screen as he says, "Maybe I should stuff my pockets with these if I ever find any in the arena. You know? Just in case."

"It won't hurt," Katniss agrees, holding on to the hope that he will do just that.

XXXXX

On the second night of her training, Katniss decides to go back to the rooftop.

Peeta is already there. He's sitting on a bench by the flower beds with a sketchpad propped up against his bent knee. The little bundle of pencils she gave him back in District Twelve rests by his side.

She can tell he's distracted, so she clears her throat to make her presence known.

"Hey!" Peeta calls out. He looks tired, but his smile is sweet and welcoming.

"Mind if I join you?" she asks.

Peeta pats the empty seat next to him, and Katniss walks over.

A small sigh escapes her as she sits down. Her daytime routine hasn't been as tiring this time around, but she's still beat.

"Nice pad," she says.

"It's Portia's," Peeta runs his fingers along the edge of the paper in a reverent caress. "She said I could borrow it."

Anticipating her next question, Peeta tilts the pad in her direction.

Katniss gasps. The angle of the image is one she cannot place, but there's no doubt in her mind, Peeta has painted her woods.

Reaching for the corner of the pad so as not to smudge his drawing, she asks, "Where is this?"

"It's the view from my house."

Katniss narrows her eyes, the bakery is in the center of town, but Peeta hasn't included any buildings in his picture. "Your house?"

"There's an attic that we use for storage. I like to go up there sometimes. It's higher than most buildings in the district, so you get to see all the way out into the woods."

Katniss stares at the drawing and tells herself not to cry, but it's not easy. Not when Prim and District Twelve are so far away, not when Peeta is opening up to her in ways he never did before.

"Do you like it?" Peeta asks.

The nervous tremor in his voice tugs at her heart; she reaches for his arm and gives him a reassuring squeeze. "Of course I do! Peeta, it's extraordinary! Prim's right. You're very talented."

Peeta shakes his head and accepts the compliment with a quiet, "Thank you."

Letting go of him, Katniss settles in her seat, resting her back against the wall and stretching her legs. Nodding to his pad, she says, "Go on. Don't let me interrupt."

Peeta starts drawing again.

Katniss watches, mesmerized, as his hand dances over the paper, making the blank page bloom with delicate strokes of color.

They stay like that for a while, side by side on the bench, wrapped in peaceful silence, enjoying each other's presence and silently wishing for more time.

XXXXX

As soon as the anthem is over, Katniss makes a beeline out of the Training Center lobby and onto the elevator bank. Moving swiftly, she veers into a car that does not contain Peeta.

The crowd slows the entourages of stylists and mentors and chaperones. Soon, Katniss finds herself alone with only other tributes for company. No one speaks.

The elevator stops to deposit four tributes before she's alone. One quick breath is all she has time for before the doors open on the twelfth floor.

Peeta has only just stepped from his car when she slams her palms into his chest and pushes him towards the wall.

Peeta loses his balance, but the wall breaks his fall. A few inches away from him, an ugly urn filled with fake flowers stands on its pedestal, untouched.

With Peeta safely out of harm's way, Katniss grabs the urn and smashes it on the floor, shattering it into hundreds of tiny pieces.

Good, she thinks as she takes a step back, I've always hated the damned thing.

"What was that for?" Peeta says, aghast.

"You had no right! No right to go saying those things about me!" Katniss yells at him.

Before Peeta can say anything, the elevators open, and the whole crew is there, Effie, Haymitch, Cinna, and Portia.

"What's going on?" says Effie, a note of hysteria in her voice as she notices the broken urn and Peeta slumped form against the wall. "Did you trip?”

"No," says Peeta pushing himself off the wall to straighten up, "Katniss broke it after she shoved me."

Haymitch turns on Katniss. "Shoved him?"

"This was your idea, wasn't it?" Katniss answers, "Turning me into some kind of fool in front of the entire country?"

"It was my idea," Peeta cuts in. "Haymitch just helped me with it."

The hurt in his eyes guts her, but she can't back down now. This is how she reacted the first time around, and as hard as it is, she knows she has to stick with it.

"Yes, Haymitch is very helpful. To you!" she yells.

"You are a fool," Haymitch says in disgust. "Do you think he hurt you? That boy just gave you something you could never achieve on your own."

"He made me look weak!" Katniss says.

"He made you look desirable! And let's face it, you can use all the help you can get in that department. You were about as romantic as dirt until he said he wanted you. Now they all do. You're all they're talking about. The star-crossed lovers from District Twelve!" says Haymitch.

"But we're not star-crossed lovers!" she says.

Haymitch grabs her shoulders and pins her against the wall. "Who cares? It's all a big show. It's all how you're perceived…"

As Haymitch prattles on about sponsors, Katniss tunes out. She doesn't need to be convinced of anything. She already knows their strategy is the right one.

As soon as Cinna steps into the conversation, Katniss softens. "I should have been told, so I didn't look so stupid," she grumbles.

"No, your reaction was perfect. If you'd known, it wouldn't have read as real," says Portia.

"She's just worried about her boyfriend," says Peeta gruffly, eyes locked on the shattered urn.

Katniss fixes him with a deadly glare. "I don't have a boyfriend."

"Whatever," says Peeta. "But I bet he's smart enough to know a bluff when he sees it. Besides, you didn't say you loved me. So what does it matter?"

As the words sink in, an old familiar darkness envelops her. This, right here, is what has caused so much pain between them.

Even after all this time and everything they've been through, she has never been able to tell Peeta how she feels about him. Just as she's never told Gale that he's nothing more than a dear friend.

This silence, this reticence, has hurt Peeta over and over again. It's the reason why he pushed her away after their first Game and why President Snow was able to twist his mind and convince him that she was a mutt programmed to kill him.

I need to do better, she thinks. This time around, I need to do more.

Feeling all eyes on her, Katniss turns to Cinna and asks, "After he said he loved me, did you think I could be in love with him, too?"

"I did," says Portia. "The way you avoided looking at the cameras, the blush."

The others chime in, agreeing.

"You're golden, sweetheart," Haymitch adds. "You're going to have sponsors lined up around the block."

Worried that she's going to burst out in tears, she forces herself to acknowledge Peeta. "I'm sorry I shoved you."

"Doesn't matter," he shrugs. "The urn got it worse."

Portia and Cinna's goodnatured laughter diffuses the remaining tension.

"Come on, let's eat," says Haymitch directing everyone towards the delicious smells wafting in from the dining room.

XXXXX

The roof is not lit at night, but as soon as her bare feet reach its tiled surface, she sees his silhouette, black against the lights that shine endlessly in the Capitol.

There's quite a commotion going on down in the streets, music and singing and car horns. Katniss knows she could slip away now without Peeta noticing her; he wouldn't hear her over the din, but that's not what she wants.

Her feet move soundlessly across the tiles. She's only a yard behind him when she says, "You should be getting some sleep."

Peeta starts but doesn't turn, just gives his head a slight shake. "I didn't want to miss the party. It's for us, after all."

She comes up beside him and leans over the edge of the rail. The wide streets are full of dancing people. Squinting to get a better look at them, she asks, "Are they in costumes?"

"Who could tell? With all the crazy clothes they wear here." Turning to her, he asks, "Couldn't sleep, either?"

"Couldn't turn my mind off," she says.

"Thinking about your family?"

"Not exactly," she admits a bit guiltily. After going through two arenas, she's not as worried about Prim and her mother as she once was. She knows they can cope without her. "All I can do is wonder about tomorrow. Which is pointless, of course."

Facing him, she says, "I really am sorry about before."

"It doesn't matter, Katniss," Peeta says.

"I was just upset that you would share something private like that…"

Peeta nods. "I know."

"And, also… I just don't get it. I mean, why would you give me an advantage like that? You're going to need sponsors too, you know?"

Peeta shakes his head. "It won't make a difference. I've never been a contender in these Games. Not really."

Katniss reaches for his hand. "Peeta, that's no way to be thinking."

"Why not? It's true." With the gentlest of touches, Peeta runs his fingers over the back of Katniss's hand. "My best hope is to not disgrace myself and . . ." he hesitates.

With a small squeeze, she silently encourages him to continue.

"I don't know how to say it exactly," Peeta finally says. "Only . . . I want to die as myself. Does that make any sense?"

Katniss swallows thickly.

Once upon a time, she stood there and told him that she didn't understand and —most importantly— that she didn't care. But she's a different person now. She knows exactly what he means and why it matters.

Although she knows what he's getting at, she still needs him to complete his thought. Shyly, she asks, "Do you mean you won't kill anyone?"

"No, when the time comes, I'm sure I'll kill just like everybody else. I can't go down without a fight. Only I keep wishing I could think of a way to . . . to show the Capitol they don't own me. That I'm more than just a piece in their Games," says Peeta.

Her chest tightens at his words. Being back in that moment with him reminds her of everything that’s gone wrong in her life.

Before her mind can wander back into the dark recesses of her pain, she says, "The thing is, Peeta, you're not. None of us are. That's how the Games work."

"OK, but within that framework, there's still you, there's still me," he insists. "Don't you see?"

Katniss nods. She sees, she knows, she understands. What's more, she still can't believe she was ever so blind.

She inches closer to him so he can hear her over the ruckus of the city and the wind chimes.

In her mind, she repeats the little speech she's prepared for this moment. Every year they throw us in an arena and tell us to kill each other, and we do it. But there's a part, deep inside of us, that they don't own, a part that refuses to be pushed around and that will stand up and say, "enough, this is a line I won't cross."

But, once she opens her mouth, the words that slip from her lips are quite different, "I don't have a boyfriend."

Peeta blinks. Once. Twice. "What?"

Katniss bursts out laughing. "I'm sorry, I just…" Bewildered, she covers her face to hide her embarrassment and silently reprimand herself for losing her focus.

With a shake of her head, she straightens up. Her earnest eyes meet Peeta's. "I get what you're saying. They are forcing us to fight for our lives, but they don't get to decide how we go about it, right? We do. At the end of the day, it's up to us. We choose who to attack and who to help, when to face danger and when to hide. "

Peeta nods. "Right." Looking out into the sprawling city, he adds, "I just hope I can make the right choices, you know?"

Katniss sighs. “Yeah, me too.”

Leaning against the railing, Peeta tilts his head to look at her. The playful glint in his eyes is something she hasn't seen in a very long time. "So, you don't have a boyfriend."

Katniss shakes her head, chuckling at the absurdity of the topic.

"What about the guy who took your sister away at the reaping?"

"That's Gale."

"Uh-huh," Peeta's head bobs up and down as he nods. "And Gale is…"

Katniss looks up at him. He's so open, so pure, right now that all her thoughts about plans and strategies melt away. "He's just a friend," she says.

Peeta's smile forms slowly, warm and genuine, a little flirty even. It makes her whole body tingle. "Just a friend, huh? Does he know that?"

Katniss's jaw goes slack. Back in the day, she would have answered with a resounding "yes, of course, he does" but, that answer doesn't really fit the situation. She knows that now. So, instead of throwing her righteous indignation at him, she asks, "What do you mean?"

Peeta shrugs. "I don't know. It's just… I thought you had something with him."

Genuinely intrigued, she asks, "Why?"

"Um," Peeta fills his lungs with crisp Capitol air. As he pushes it out, he says, "You seem to spend a lot of time together. Whenever I see you around town, you're either with him or with Prim. I used to think he was your cousin or something. You favor each other. But then... there was the look."

Katniss frowns. "The look?"

"Yeah." Peeta's shy smile makes another appearance. "He kept glaring at me the other day when we met up by the Meadow." The shocked expression on her face makes him chuckle. "I'm surprised you didn't notice."

"Well," Katniss reaches for the end of her messy braid and begins twisting it around her finger. "I wasn't focusing on him."

Peeta's lips part, but no words come out.

Blushing, Katniss turns to face the city again. "Gale and I hunt together. Our families are close. That's it."

Peeta's gentle touch on her elbow gets her attention. Kind, soft eyes gaze straight into hers when he says, "You know, Katniss, what I said earlier—,"

Impulsively, she leans forward and kisses him, stopping his words.

It takes Peeta half a second to react. In one fluid move, he wraps an arm around her waist and pulls her to him.

His lips meld with hers in a slow, sweet dance.

After months of pain and sorrow, Katniss finally feels joy. Closing her eyes, she forgets the world and kisses him with abandon.

Peeta's free hand makes its way to the back of her head, where he buries his fingers in her hair to keep her there, rooted in his arms, anchored to him.

Elated, Katniss hums her approval.

This kiss is like the cave and the beach all rolled into one. It's like every happy moment they've ever shared together, every smile, every touch. It's like coming home after a long day, like finding her soul.

That familiar stirring inside her chest, warm and curious, comes back to life. It fills her entire being with want and need, pushing her to explore more. Blindly, she follows.

Holding on to his broad shoulders, Katniss pulls him even closer, pressing herself against his chest until she can feel his heartbeat, strong and steady, beating against her own.

Smiling, Peeta begins raining kisses over her cheeks, her nose, her forehead.

Her skin tingles. Her pulse races. Her heart soars.

I'll keep you safe, she promises, holding on to him like she did back at the beach, back when they were surrounded by mutts and enemies and lies.

With one long sigh, Peeta finally pulls away, pressing his forehead to hers while they both catch their breaths.

In that brief moment of glorious harmony only one thought goes through her mind. Peeta. Every heartbeat is like a reminder. He's back, he's here, he's mine.

Glancing up, she finds his eyes, dark and dazed, and she knows. Whatever this is, Peeta feels it too. He always has.

"Katniss—,"

"No," she interrupts again, placing her fingers on his lips to quiet him. She hates what she's about to do, but she doesn't have a choice.

She takes a step away from him and immediately feels lost. "You have a plan for tomorrow, right?"

Peeta's face falls at the sudden reminder of why they're there. He nods.

Reaching forward, Katniss brushes the hair back from his forehead in one last tender caress. "That's what you need to focus on, OK? Just think about—,"

"Staying alive?" Peeta finishes, a crooked grin pulling at the corner of his mouth.

Katniss cups his cheek. "Exactly." Her heart skips a beat when he leans into her touch, but she still insists, "This doesn't change anything that happens tomorrow, Peeta. It can't."

"I know," he says, covering her hand with his and pressing a kiss to her palm. "It just changes everything that's happened until today."

Katniss bites her lip and nods. Peeta's right. Even for her, things are dramatically different now. There's so much more at stake. She knows where they stand, and she's no longer running away from him and the things he makes her feel.

Rising to the tips of her toes, she kisses him one last time. "See you tomorrow," she says.

Then, she walks away.

#things i write #A second Chance #Everlark fan fiction #time travel AU

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hecate-spawn · 2 years ago

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Lightly Roasted, But Not The Coffee Kind :(

A one-shot where Megan is tired and mildly roasts Mammon while he shows them around. Takes place during lesson 1-7 the day after Meg is transferred to RAD and embarrassed the fuck out of herself

CW: not proof read, swearing

I still can't get over how big this damn house is. House my ass it's more like a mansion. The mansion of chaos is what they should call it.

After having the revelation that I'm a transfer student to a demon school, then staying in my new room for three hours, then proceeding to embarrass the shit out of myself because I'm physically incapable of not doing finger guns.

Dinner that night was awkward since I only gave one word answers to any questions thrown my way. But I was able to commit they're names to memory. Well, they're first names, don't think they have last ones. Except Lucifer, his is morning star. It's actually a really pretty last name. I'm not telling him that though.

I was also able to pin down the basics of their personalities. Lucifer is basically a strict teacher, Satan is calm and collected. He also likes books. Asmodeus is the text book definition of attention whore. He doesn't try to hide it at all. The guy is also a HUGE narcissist. Beelzebub is just hungry 24/7. Seems chill enough. Then we have Mammon and he's...

"Why should I be doing this! Can't believe Lucifer is making me babysit some human. It’s insulting’s what it is. Rotten bastard... Thinks he can scare me into doin’ whatever he wants! And It's not like I can't say no to him because I can! I only agreed because, uh, you know, because ... anyway it doesn’t matter! Don't think I’m scared of him because I’m not!”

An egoistcal dumbass who's obsessed with money and thinks he's better than everyone. There's a fine line between confidence and stupidity. This guy is tightrope dancing on that line.

"Sorry I wasn't listening," I reply staring at my finger nails. They're uneven again. I really need to stop biting them, but habits are hard to break.

"HEY COME ON! You could at least pretend your listenin’ even if you weren’t," he grumbles. And this white haired gremlin has decided to flip my "bitch switch" with that last comment.

"Why? It's not like I care. Or that what you had to say was particularly important. I'm not your therapist." The guy had the audacity to wake me up at nine am on a weekend, make me skip my morning coffee, drag me outside, and then complain about having to "babysit" me. He might smite me here and now, but my bitchyness is justified. I want coffee and I want nap. It’s the weekend.

"Ya really have some nerve saying that to the great Mammon. You’re REALLY in for it," he's very annoyed. I can almost see steam coming out of his ears, and his eyebrows are extremely furrowed. Surprisingly he doesn't lose his shit. (Despite his claims) "Though come to think of it, I’m surprised you’ve got the guts to say things like that. You’re not scared? I’m a demon n’ all, you get that right?"

Bitchy no caffeine, tired Megan isn't scared of you, properly functioning Megan is. While this message runs through my head I ignore it. Instead of just shrugging my shoulders or shutting up I say:

"You had the same amount of nerve dragging me out here and refusing to use my actual name which has been stated at least twice. It's Megan encase you forgot. Maybe I should start calling you demon instead of Mammon. And I’m just too tired to be scared. Or give a shit for that matter.”

"You’re a strange human I’ll give you that. Whatever. Let's just get this on with." He leads me back into the house of lamentation and I get a good look around the front hall. It's big (obviously) with two staircases, with dragon statues at each and a main hallway. “This is the House of Lamentation. It’s one of the dorms at RAD. Not JUST any dorm. It’s the dorm deserved for student council members. Lucifer and Asmo and the others take every chance they get to insult me. Callin’ me scum, sayin’ that I’m a money grubber and all that... but I’m an officer of the student council just like them! Elite of the elite, top of the RAD social pyramid-”

At this point I stop listening and look around more. There’s lots of interesting paintings, and the wallpaper is pretty, but what draws my attention the most is the bulletin board. It has different posters pinned to it, but what caught my eye is a flyer for a part time job. Even if I don’t have to pay rent, getting money is still very important.

"Hey human, don’t just stand there with you jaw open," Mammon calls. His voice is starting to get really annoying. But I only have to deal with it a little longer. “I’m going to be heading out so if ya have any questions ask me now.”

I just point to the job listing. It’s faster than asking a question and takes less energy.

“If you wanna know you can read the flyer on the bulletin board can’t ya? Go take a look later. You even have the D.D.D. app on your phone, the “:D jobs” one.”

“Sorry, I just thought as the avatar of greed and being obsessed as fuck with money, you’d happen to now more about jobs like this,” I say in a sickly sweet tone. I lace my fingers together and place them behind my back. Of course his answer isn’t that helpful. “Plus, I’ve had my D.D.D. for less than twenty four hours. Not that you pay attention to that.”

“I don’t work,” he huffs. “And you shouldn’t be askin’ me such stupid questions. Be grateful I even answered. Now, I’m going to give you a piece of advice so listen up short stuff!”

We’re literally the same height. You’re only taller than me right now because I’m wearing slippers and you’re wearing heeled boots.

“If you wanna survive even a day here in the Devildom then ya better listen close to what I’m about to say.” He bends down slightly, despite the fact our height difference is only two inches at the moment. “If it ever looks like a demon is about to attack you... run away.”

Seriously?

“Either that or die.”

“Okay but what if I have something. Like a personal flame-”

“How about this? I vote for YOU to die, Mammon.”

And there, in all his blue haired, young Justin Bieber haircut glory is

“D’ah... Levi!”

#obey me #obey me oc #obey me shall we date #omswd #obey me mammon #Megan #obey me oneshot #obey me one master to rule them all

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goldentournesol · 4 years ago

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Mon Lapin

(Spencer Reid x Reader)

The one where Reader owns a French bakery at which Spencer is a regular.

Length: 1.6k

A/N: the french bakery au no one asked for :) i’m aware my French isn’t perfect, please don’t roast me!! MAJOR FLUFF AND PINING

Read Part 2: Mon Cher

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The air was crisp in September and Spencer loved it. He used the weather as an excuse to leave his house more often. He liked the way the wind nipped at his nose, but when it got too much, he’d find refuge in his favorite French bakery, La Crème de la Crème. The smell of freshly baked bread and buttery pastries gave him a sense of security he longed for. There were other reasons he liked to go there as well...he liked the soft armchairs...the fresh coffee...the beautiful woman who happened to own the bakery. He also liked the way her eyes softened as they met with his upon entering the store. He’d been away, guest lecturing at different universities so he hadn’t visited the bakery in a while.

“Dr. Reid, welcome back! How were the lectures?” She asked warmly, waving at him from across the counter as he offered a shy wave back.

She had her hair tied up in a neat ponytail, with one braid across the top of her head. Her apron had minimal chocolate and coffee stains at which he grinned because he remembered how she’d been complaining to him about how many aprons she’s ruined. Spencer couldn’t help but admire every inch of her. But she’d just asked him a question, what was it?

“Oh, they were great! You know, I’ve found that college students are often at the ends of the interest spectrum. Either they’re extremely interested or they don’t even care, it’s quite amusing.” He commented, heat rushing to his cheeks.

She replied with a soft giggle and nodded. She silently cursed as she noticed a line forming behind him, she wanted to continue the conversation, “I’m sure it is! So what can I get you today, mon lapin? [my bunny] The usual?” Spencer nodded with a hum, a familiar grin adorning his face, “Alright, one coffee and one pain au chocolat coming right up!”

Spencer paid and moved to the side to collect his order, itching to interact with her even more. He still blushed at the nickname, one she’d given to him early on. At first, he had no idea what it meant, which led to a very awkward conversation with Emily, who’d since then made it a point to repeatedly ask him about the mystery person who’d been referring to the lanky doctor with such an adorable term of endearment.

He took a seat at his usual spot and pulled out the current book he was reading. As easy as it is for Spencer to get lost in the words, it was just as easy for her voice to pull his attention away from them. He glanced up at her often to watch her as she greeted customers and brought them their orders. She was entrancing, and he’d often find himself rereading pages and words he thought he missed when in reality, he’d just lost focus. Every once in a while, she’d catch his eye and send him one of her smiles and in those precious moments, he’d be glad he had enough knowledge about human anatomy or else he’d be concerned about the way his heart would swell in his chest.

Spencer looked up from his book to see a man and a woman walking into the bakery together. They looked lost and out of place. They approached the counter and the man spoke with broken English to Y/N.

“Erm, mademoiselle...we are...how do you say...lost?” He stumbled over his words. They were obviously not American.

“Oh! Je peux vous aider, je parle en peu de Français.” [I can help you, I speak a little bit of French.] Y/N beamed at the couple, happy to finally put her language skills to good use.

“Magnifique! On a vu votre pâtisserie et a espéré qu’on va trouver quelqu'un qui parle Francais.” [Magnificent! We saw your pastry shop and hoped to find someone who speaks French] the woman exclaimed, “On a veut aller au musée national d’histoire naturelle, mais on s’est perdue, vous savez les directions?” [We wanted to go to the National Museum of Natural History, but we got lost, you know the directions?]

Spencer watched in amusement as well as in awe as she gave them the directions in flawless French. Although he knew enough to get by, he was nowhere near as fluent as she was. Spencer was rarely ever impressed but the way the words left her mouth reminded him of velvet.

The couple smiled gratefully and waved as they left the store. Y/N felt elated that she’d helped someone, but she couldn’t fight the blush that warmed up her cheeks when she caught Spencer staring at her in awe. He flushed immediately and averted his gaze, embarrassed to have been caught staring. He cleared his throat uncomfortably and straightened out his tie, in an attempt to regain his composure. But all she could do was bite her lip to keep from grinning, which her dear coworker noticed and proceeded to wiggle her eyebrows at her in a teasing manner. Y/N jokingly threw a towel at her coworker who knew all about Y/N’s infatuation with the young doctor.

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Spencer thought of a plan. Casual conversation was not enough for him, he needed a way to grab her attention while somewhat staying in his comfort zone. What better way to do that than through literature? So, there he was, sat inside the bakery on another beautiful day, holding a French book. Although he recognized some words from English, the sentence structure was throwing him off. He pretended to be engrossed in the words as she passed by his table, a tub full of used plates and silverware perched on her hip.

“Les Fleurs du Mal?” [The Flowers of Evil] Y/N exclaimed as she glanced at the cover of the book Spencer was holding. He mentally high-fived himself before directing his attention to the breathtaking woman, “You didn’t tell me you could read French, mon lapin!” she grinned as she took a seat across from him, placing the tub by her feet. Spencer let his eyes roam over her excited features as he smiled sheepishly.

“Um, well actually I’m only just getting there.” He replied, taking a sip of his now freezing coffee after putting the book down. He’d been too nervous about the plan to even think of his coffee. “Are you a fan of Charles Baudelaire’s work?”

Y/N tried not to swoon over his adorable attempt at pronouncing the French name. It was impossible not to swoon over this man in general, his round amber eyes were as captivating as one’s eyes possibly could be. His eyes reminded her of the way the sun shined through glass jars of honey. She was suddenly grateful for the reduced amount of customers in the bakery.

“Well, I’ve read the poems in Les Fleurs du Mal and I loved the whole thing. Mainly because he wasn’t afraid to be controversial, considering it was published in 1857. I would have never taken you as the type to read lots of French poetry, though, Dr. Reid.” She teased, knowing full well that he was a man of science.

“Why is that? Do I not strike you as the romantic type?” He countered with a raised brow and a lopsided smile, a newfound wave of confidence coursing through his veins.

He couldn’t believe he had her right where he wanted her and that his plan had actually worked. He had no idea, of course, that she’d been closely paying attention to the books he’s read in her shop, hoping that one day she just might recognize one.

She acted like she was thinking about it, placing a finger on her chin theatrically, “Hm, actually, you do. You strike me as the type of guy who would buy flowers for their date, but not red roses, though, too cliché for your liking. You’d probably get them lilies...or irises!” Spencer fell in love with the way she spoke to and about him. He found himself reveling in the sound of her voice and her endearing expressions.

“So which would you prefer?” Spencer asked, eyes softening at her as she brought her gaze back to him.

“What do you mean?” She asked, feeling some heat rising to her cheeks.

“Would you prefer irises or lilies?” He clarified, raising both eyebrows slightly.

If she hadn’t known any better, she’d say that Dr. Spencer Reid was trying to ask her out on a date, but she didn’t push it, in case he wasn’t.

“Lilies.” Y/N grinned. Spencer let out a chuckle and she swore her heart was about to burst.

“Alright, it’s settled.” he announced, taking one last sip of the coffee, “I’ll be getting you lilies for our date.”

She must have misheard him, “Wait, what date?”

“The date we’ll have tomorrow. At 7 pm.” He picked up the book and shoved it into his messenger bag, nodding his head once at her decidedly. “I’ll wait for you here.” He grinned at her as he got up and made his way to the door.

Y/N’s eyes followed him out of the shop. Her brain hadn’t yet processed what had just happened. She looked towards her coworker who had been sneakily watching the encounter from behind the pastries in disbelief and finally snapped out of it when she caught her coworker hugging a towel and squealing. It finally registered and she couldn’t fight the grin that threatened to split her face in two anymore.

That Spencer Reid was one hell of a man.

Part 2: Mon Cher

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