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slow dance
spencer reid x gender neutral reader
summary: you're the only person whose brought out this side of spencer since maeve. and when you two are in rossi's backyard, slow dancing to the music from inside alone, it's when he realizes he'd really like to keep you around.
warnings: fluffy talk about relationships, teensy bit of angst about past relationships and self doubt, happy ending tho!!
♬⋆ .˚ now playing slow dance by clairo
a/n: first fic bare with me we're getting there!!
arms tangled around one another, stepping on eachothers feet, whispering sweet nothings together then laughing because you can't take eachother seriously when it's so quiet.
that's been the entirety of your life for the last hour, with spencer. not your friend, not your boyfriend, but some secret third option in between.
"you look nice tonight." he compliments, and you're sure it's for the millionth time tonight, "i don't think i've ever seen you dressed... formally?"
you're not wearing anything particularly fancy, but it's not exactly casual either. again, a secret third option.
there seems to be a theme of that tonight.
either way, you muster up the courage to tease him, "i don't look nice every other night?"
"well, you know that's not what i meant, i just mean, like, especially tonight. y'know?" he rambles as he moves his hands to your waist again.
"i'm just messing with you." you smile back, arms staying wrapped around his shoulders.
finally, the music from inside starts back up, a slower song.
one of the windows in the kitchen is cracked open just enough for the music to be heard from rossi's backyard. more specifically the pretty, fairy light decorated gazebo he loved to talk about whenever he got the chance as if he didn't live in a mansion.
"you look good tonight too. i'd say i never really see you in stuff like this but that'd be a lie." you say, hands running over his chest, tracing the tie tucked neatly into his brown blazer.
"that's not true. i'm not even wearing my converse, you have to admit that's different." he smiles, teasing back.
he was never really good with sarcasm. penelope prides herself in being the one to fix that, but really, something just clicked in him with you.
"but... thank you." he adds, "i tried to dress a little nicer for you."
"didn't try and out-dress me? how kind." you teased again, and he smiles. he loves that little expression you'd get that told him you thought of something witty to say.
"i know, right?" his smile never falters, only growing more as he looks down at you.
it's quiet for a moment, you two swaying back and forth, your head against his chest as he rests his chin right on top of it.
you're not sure if it gets better than this. how it gets better than this, if that.
"i'm glad garcia convinced you to come. maybe because she knew i'd be here." you hum.
"she didn't really convince me. she just... told me you were coming to one for once." he admits, and that makes your heart flutter.
"i don't miss them that much." you lie.
"in your four years at the bau with us, you've come to a total of three. once a year." he say it likes it's a joke, but it's true.
"hey. it's four, now. and if you promise to go to the christmas one, i'll make it five." you reach down to take his hands in yours, squeezing them.
it's true you never really came to these things. you loved the team. of course you did. you were on good terms with all of them. you just didn't trust yourself with alcohol and being in the same room as spencer at the same time. you'd never tell anyone as much, though.
"good. rossi's backyard is prettier in the snow." he replies.
"slow dancing with girls in rossi's backyard a common occurrence, then?" you tease once more, but he takes it at face value.
"me? of course not. i'd never. seriously. just you." his hands squeeze yours once again before moving back to your waist.
"just me." you echo his words. it felt good.
it gets quiet again, and you two are back to the comfort of swaying in one anothers arms. as if there weren't thousands of words left unspoken between the two of you.
what coworkers turned friends slow dance together like this? say things so sickeningly sweet? not ones that were actually just that. coworkers. friends.
it would be laughable, even. because it's not like you haven't seen jj peeking out the window and smile at the sight of you two, or rossi deciding to open the window so you could hear the music to begin with. he wasn't slick, that's for sure.
you weren't one to talk, and neither was spencer.
"what are you thinking about?" he asks, picking up on your silence that goes on longer than you usually let it.
"nothing and everything."
"you can't actually think about nothing. it involves concepts and ideas just to be thinking at all, which is nearly unstoppable unless you're actively stopping it. like if you're meditating right now. and i have a feeling you aren't doing that." he rambles, giving a smartass reply you didn't need, but always appreciated because you'd get to feel his chest lowly hum and hear his voice all at once.
but that's besides the point.
"then everything." you reply, half expecting him to launch the conversation into why that's not humanly possible.
instead, you're caught off guard when you hear, "in a bad way or good way?"
"more good than bad." your hands run over his hair for a moment. curly and oddly soft. he did try a little harder tonight.
"well that's more good than bad." he pauses and continues, voice less... sure, if that was even the right word, "what about, though?"
should you say the truth or lie? because nothing at all would be a lie. but you don't wanna bring up the inevitable when you two are so cozy already.
"us, i guess." you give in. please don't ask further, please don't make this a thing—
"...what about us exactly?" he asks further. makes it a thing. you'd make a comment about mind reading but aren't sure if it'd be appropriate.
"i mean... y'know. we both know. don't we? just... us." you gesture to you two again, before seeing his expression and sighing, "what we are..."
"what we are? as in our relationship status?" he asks, nervously fidgeting with the hem of your shirt, "i didn't know it's been on your mind."
it's quiet for a moment, because you both know his question is rhetorical despite it coming out seriously. you both know what you said.
you don't know why this topic holds so much negative weight right now when you could be approaching it with so much more positively. but you're just worrying about one thing: if he's still with the mindset that maeve was the only one for him.
he wasn't the type to play with a girl's feelings, though. you trusted him. it's come with liking him.
"you're overthinking again. i can tell." he brushed a hair through your hair, pulling your head back to his chest.
"you know this stuff isn't easy for me." he adds a little quieter. "at all."
"i know." and you almost say you're sorry for even letting it get this far into the conversation, but you don't.
he rocks you back and forth, cupping your head in his hand. in this position your ears right next to his heart and you can hear how it beats faster when you wrap your arms back around his waist.
"i'll always miss her. but i... i was talking to garcia a few days ago. she reminded me that i shouldn't give up just because of what happened. it's almost like she knew exactly what was going on in my head and it was kinda terrifying to hear but also it helped more than i'd like to admit." he explains.
it was always penelope. the angel of the office.
"with that being said," he adds, unexpectedly, not giving you time to process his previous words completely, "i think she knows how much i actually like you and i never even told her."
oops. guilty as charged—add that to the list of things you'd tell him only after you two were a thing. and not that secret third thing.
"maybe we're not as discreet as we think we are." you smile at the thought.
just as the words leave your mouth, you hear the window open a little more, seeing emily smiling with that i just got caught look before looking back at jj and returning to her with a laugh. talk about comedic timing.
"i like you a lot too, though. it's why i think about us a lot." you add yourself.
"it's just... hard after everything. what if i'm just a string of bad luck? what if something happens to you because of me?" he can't help but start up as he does with certain topics.
"i work in the bau myself, spence. you aren't any more of a threat to me than my daily job itself." you'd tease softly.
the third, but technically only second person he'd let call him that without him cringing.
"i can't argue with that." he admits, nodding, "but you know what i'm talking about. i mean..." he trails off.
"everyone i love has been taken away from me." he says. "i don't exactly have a good track record."
you feel like he's making this out to be he's protecting you when really he's just protecting himself. which makes more sense, now that you think about it like that.
but you also don't really know what to say to that. i won't let that happen. but the both of you know it's a promise you can't guarantee you'll keep.
"say something. anything." he whispers, voice filled with an unfamiliar feeling. anxiety, maybe?
"...i won't let it happen to you again." you mumble against his chest, feeling the way his breath catches in his throat before letting out a shaky exhale.
"you don't know that." he tenses up once more.
"i don't. but i'll try." your grip tightens in his blazer.
"god, how do i say no to you? i can't. the words don't come out." he sighs, almost frustrated. you think it's directed at himself, if anyone, though.
"sometimes i feel like you're nothing but an angel sent down by maeve herself. she'd love you, you know that?" he says and you feel your eyes burn.
"i wish she could've met you." he mumbles, kissing the top of your head, "i wish you could've met a less damaged me. i wish a lot of things, even if the probability of even one, if not all, happening is quite literally 0%." he rambles.
"you're in your head again, spence. too in your head." you point out. he laughs.
"i feel like i always am." he says, a little quieter.
"i don't think you're... damaged." you say, stroking his curly hair again, "you're just hurt. hurting. that's different, to me. that's what i think at least. it's not like you're not getting better."
"too good for me..." he shakes his head, but less defensive this time.
"just think about it, okay?" you say. you remember neither of you explicitly said what it was you were talking about. making it official. but it was implied, right?
"i will. we should get inside." he hums, "don't want you getting any colder in that outfit."
it slips out when you don't intend it to and your heart drops.
"will you be my boyfriend?"
he's quiet, and when you try and pull away to look at him, he holds your head to his chest with one hand. firm but gentle. three words that sum him up perfectly.
"...are you sure?" he first asks, pulling away to look right down into your eyes, hands on either side of your face.
you double down, "of course i am. very sure."
he's just looking down at you now, silently, but you know it's not so silent in that head of his right now. you let him stay in his head for a moment.
"...i still think you're too good for me. but..." he trails off, "yeah. i—just, yeah. i'd really like that."
your lips quirk up into a smile at that, arms still wrapped around his shoulders as they tighten ever so slightly, and you notice how he starts to smile too just from yours.
you see him nervously take his lower lip between his teeth before speaking up.
"can i, er, kiss you?" he asks, studying your face for a moment before his eyes flit up to your own.
you're caught off guard, but give a small yet eager nod, feeling his hands run down to cup your cheeks.
once he has your approval, he's leaning down in the blink of an eye, leaving a small kiss to your lips. this one's gentle, testing the waters.
he takes a brief moment to grasp your reaction, and when he sees it, he leans back down to press a longer kiss to your lips—mouth on yours, tongue running over your lips after you ease into it.
it lasts a bit, his hands on your face before one slips down to your waist and the other to tuck your hair out of your face before resting it on the side of your neck delicately, as if you were glass threatening to shatter.
you two finally pull away, breathing in a series of short gasps and sighs as you feel him press his forehead to yours.
"i hope you know you're gonna be the death of me." he breathes out, caressing the side of your face.
that makes you grin and bring him into another kiss, pulling him down against you.
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The Naked and the Blind (or The Ballad of Meg Halsey).
Fandom: Re-Animator (Movies - Combs), Herbert West - Reanimator - H.P. Lovecraft.
Pairing: Herbert West/Meg Halsey
Rating: Explicit, or at the very least Mature.
Archive Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence.
Synopsis:
"Meg Halsey had a problem. In fact, she had several problems, the first of which, she acknowledges while looking at her semi empty living room, is that she can't afford to live alone anymore. The second one is that she doesn't wanna go back to her daddy's house again. This would be an inconceivable notion to her thirteen year old self, even her sixteen year old self, but at twenty five, she'd really choose living under the bridge first. Ok. Maybe not that." Meg Halsey is perfect: Beautiful, accomplished, a bright future doctor. She escaped her hometown and moved to New York, where she likely would have stayed forever. After her mother dies, though, she is forced to move back to Arkham and face everything she wanted to leave behind. --- A.K.A I made a tumblr post about how Crampton/Combs are romantically involved in all of their collabs, got replies and decided to write down a suggestion of "what if Meg was the protagonist, not Dan?" Also I did the cop-out summary thing and pasted the first paragraph of the fic. It's highway robbery. Criminal (I'm sorry).
Thanks to @resonanteye and @sugarsweetnightmareee for helping me shape this up in the replies!
Word Count: Multi Chapter, so far 2,561 published, 19,701 written at the time of publication.
Chapter Count: 1/? (likely 9).
AO3 Tags: I uhhh......... I have no idea what I made it started with one tumblr post then one reply and here we are, I included other works by Lovecraft here and rounded Arkham up and then ran, Character Study, In a way, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - No Dan Cain, he doesn't exist, Danbert shippers cry I get it, Canon-Typical Violence, Animal Death, Eventual Romance, Slow Romance, Slow Burn, Slow Build, Eventual Smut?, maybe? - Freeform, this fic is an affront to god just like herbert's reagent, Not Beta Read.
Language: English.
CW: Meg went through some trauma. Dead parents, dead cat. She also helps kill her dad later on, considering, so. It's a heavy fic, but if you liked the movie you'll be fine.
AO3 link.
AO3 Notes (yes, they're huge, bear with me): This is an AU about Meg Halsey. I always wanted to write this because in every single Combs/Crampton collaboration, they play lovers (Castle Freak, From Beyond, the Evil Clergyman) EXCEPT FOR in Reanimator, so I made a tumblr post saying I'd like to explore a Meg/Herbert thing solely because of that (and I've only seen it being done one other time, which made me wanna take a personal shot at it). This post was WAY more popular than I expected (it didn't hit the hundreds, but it hit like 20+ notes when I expected like 1 and it being a comment of "are you insane?" with nothing else), so I decided to take it seriously. Then someone suggested I make a version where Meg is the main character, no Dan, no nothing and I thought that was a really interesting idea and ran with it. I made several notes (like four pages) about Meg's character and realized that she’s an amazing, incredibly accomplished ball of air. They made her have good instincts, a good brain, be helpful, be sweet, and then gave her zero personality. This isn’t her movie, so the first thing I did in this AU was scramble around with her brains and give her a will to live for something. The second thing I did was to scramble around with her brains enough so she’d have ambition. The third one was to scramble around with her brains enough she’d have a crush on West—who is her equal here. I'm not saying this relationship won't go into some toxic patterns, but so does Danbert, though I understand the implications. It's more like a double edged sword, though. When I say this is an AU, I mean it’s an AU for sure. I changed a lot of plot points, and switched things around, because it turns out that having Meg as a protag changes a lot on its own. I personally think that Herbert liked Dan for three reasons: He was beautiful, smart and incredibly gullible. Here he likes Meg because she's smart, ambitious and much more like him than others would think. She doesn't take bullshit, though. Scenes are maintained but go different directions, etc. Meg also went through trauma and transformation, which will be unpacked, and though she externally acts like the Meg we know, most of the time, she's not. She had like a Veronica Mars esque transformation, minus the REAL TRAGEDIES of Veronica Mars. I decided to name this a ballad cause I always name things ballads and start with the definition of the word cause I’m pretentious and like to make it seem as if it’s not ‘cause of the ballad of John and Yoko. In this case, though, I decided to just call it the ballad of Meg Halsey, instead of the ballad of Herbert and Meg, or Halsey and West, because this fanfic is very much about Meg—she deserves it. The Naked and the Blind comes from that line from Every Me Every You by Placebo (like the naked leads the blind, I know I’m selfish, I’m unkind). It felt fitting. I also included two characters of Lovecraft lore which will be useful throughout the fic (and possible sequel in which I take the bones of bride of reanimator and completely reshape it), Asenath Waite and Edward Derby, from The Thing on the Doorstep. I also mention the Pickmans, Necronomicons, all of that. I think I'm going to use Welsey as a ship name for now, though I'm sure someone else somewhere in the world has already come up with a ship name for them. I also named the Playlist I made for them this. Very normal behavior. I have seven chapters written, almost at the end of the fic as a whole, and I’ll try to upload one every Monday. We’ll see.
1. Sucker love is heaven sent.
Meg Halsey had a problem. In fact, she had several problems, the first of which, she acknowledges while looking at her semi empty living room, is that she can't afford to live alone anymore. The second one is that she doesn't wanna go back to her daddy's house again. This would be an inconceivable notion to her thirteen year old self, even her sixteen year old self, but at twenty five, she'd really choose living under the bridge first. Ok. Maybe not that.
Here's a picture of Meg Halsey's life one year ago: A happy medical student in New York, with her own room and roommate at one of the dorm houses. Not a sorority girl like her mother gushed about her being when she was twelve, but still friendly towards everyone. Her hair was a little shorter, less gruffy, definitely bobbed, and she probably looked serene. Medical students aren't by definition serene, but she hadn't majorly fucked up. She got high grades, was the second best in her class which was full of men, and she was proud of herself.
Then her mother died. The rest was probably history, or easily deductible.
Savings had existed, but living in Arkham was more expensive than she remembered. Her dad wanted to pay for the house, but she refused because she knew what that entailed. He also wanted her to move back with him, but that would also mean other things: You don't need to pay rent, but you'll have to cook, clean, take care of affairs and be your mother. She was shocked he hadn't sent for her when she was dying, but then it had been so fast that maybe he didn't have the time.
“Don't worry daddy, it's OK,” she had said with a smile, eyeing the wine. She couldn't drink in front of him unless it was a special occasion, like a thirteen year old. “I'm just gonna have to find a roommate.”
It had been a week ago, at that house that smelled of death. Wood, carpets of history, several footprints of doctors, her mother and all the versions of herself.
I wish I could have that drink…
“Hmm…” Yes. The characteristic Dean Halsey “Hm.” The same he had for his employees when he needed to convince them of something. Here we go… “I'm not sure it's safe for you to invite a stranger into your house, Meggie.”
“I had a stranger in my house, remember? My roommate in college.” A nice girl, who never got into trouble, she had told her mother in her semi-weekly calls, which was a lie. Becca was a protester who was always in and out of jail because of fights with the cops. Still, that meant Meg had quiet nights to study, or contemplate the lights on in places that hadn't been Arkham.
“I still don't know about that, sweetheart. Maybe you should move back in for a while…”
“Are you alright, honey?” Her mother's voice resonated in her head. Last phone call before disaster. She remembered the clothes she had been wearing: Light sweater, jeans, boots. A Meg Halsey classic. She remembered it was raining and that two people went behind her, two guys, talking. There was a light breeze from the door and they were gone.
“I'm alright, mom. You?”
“Meg,” Dr. Harrod said. Hospital. Residence. Meg was holding onto her scalpel too tightly. “Maybe you need a break.”
“I'm fine.”
Another picture of Meg Halsey’s life: Prodigy. Brilliant. Bright smile, beautiful blue eyes. She was a perfect specimen of what you would call a girl: Polite, traditional, good. She never stayed out past eight, she never went with boys that much, she never strayed from her studies. She wanted to be whatever her dad thought was best, whatever her mother thought would make her proud.
Meg had goals and ambitions, sure, but she also wanted other things. She watched her parents at the table, while cutting her meat. They were always smiling, laughing easily. All of it. She wanted it all. She even thought she had met a boy, her last high school boyfriend, traditional all the way, very nice and Christian upper middle class. Then…
The television was on, showing the news and Meg bit her lip. She looked at her nails, looked at the carpet and then at her cat, roaming around. “I'm not even going to have money to feed you at this rate,” she said when her beloved Rufus came to her lap. She put her face on his back gently. “God…”
Not turning back to the house, she'd have to find a roommate, one that she wouldn't be afraid would murder her in her sleep. Maybe she needed some coffee. Maybe she needed a million dollars.
She looked at the clock on the wall, the one that looked like Felix the cat, which she had in her bedroom at ten. The eyes went back and forth, freaking her mother out. It still had the stain of when she tried to paint it pink with glitter nail polish. Most importantly, it told her it was almost time to leave. Harrod would be going up and down looking for her and she had morgue duty, which was surely a lot for her muscles and she didn't look forward to it—morgue duty being that now it was the norm that someone else other than the attending intern doctor take the body downstairs, after an incident occurred (no more was mentioned about such an incident).
She wouldn't let her colleagues say she was using her status as the Dean's daughter to get out of good honest work.
However, she would have to look at Hill… He was always there testing his weird pen…
“Ouch!” She shrieked, looking at her hand and seeing the blood. “Oh, Rufus, get off!” Rufus did so, apparently understanding he shouldn't bite her and that she'd be rightfully pissed. She had to admit it was effective in bringing her back to the scene, though. It was a documentary which aired now, about a fishing town with a strange, rare disease. She had heard about it, and should be more interested considering, but frankly all she wanted was that coffee and a shower.
It was a pleasant afternoon in Arkham, her birth city. A strange city to be brought up in, with a deep history of the occult, but with a pristine, ivy league college in the form of the Miskatonic University. Meg stepped out of her car, chilly. She was wearing boots, a sweater and her hair was up. It was getting longer. Her dad almost went insane when she wanted to leave Arkham for New York, especially for medicine if she so insisted on studying that.
“A more womanly course would be interesting…”
“What's more womanly than curing people? Than being a healer?” Her mother waved her hand.
“I'm just not sure, Meg. Your dad thinks the same… Maybe it'd be best…”
“Would you have gone if you could? If you could do anything, would you? I can. I wanna go to New York.”
Every time in the past few months that she felt the air of the hospital wafting on her, sterilized and reminiscent of all the times she went to visit her dad, it was sort of like defeat. Not that she'd let that bring her down. She did go to New York after all. It was temporary, just until her dad got back on her feet.
Until he met someone, Becca said. A hot, pretty new thing to screw.
“Halsey,” Harrod said, standing by reception. Was she waiting? “Right on time. You need to go to 106, now. A patient just died, you need to take her down.”
At least she wasn't the one who killed her. Hooray for small miracles.
Scrubs became her, she thought—not that having vain thoughts was her hallmark—but they were not better than suits by a mile. She felt extremely underdressed in a second, walking into the morgue, at least compared to the austere, small man checking the beakers.
“Meg?” The man raised his head. The second man, being the corpse, stayed thankfully very still. “What are you doing here?”
“Pushing a body?” She laughed a little, to make things light, but she knew she had been busted. A few years ago it'd be unprecedented to go behind his back on anything, but now... Besides, it wasn't drugs, it was just a dead guy for Christ's sake.
He looked concerned right away.
“You're too small to be doing this kind of work. You'll kill yourself.”
“Honestly daddy—” she could feel the ears of the stranger perking up at that. Great going, Meg. Tell every single stranger about it. “It's fine. I can do it.” He paused and pursed his lips.
“Certainly one of your classmates…”
“I said I'm alright,” she smiled a little towards him, to mitigate any disrespect, before turning her attention completely to the left. “Who are you?” The small man looked up from a tag in one of the corpses.
“Oh, don't mind me. I'm sure I don't wanna interrupt family.” Her dad wouldn't pick up on the sarcasm, Meg knew, but she did. Her shoulders tensed, her eyes narrowed.
“Nonsense,” Dean Halsey began, well humored. “Mr. West, I'd like to introduce you to the most brilliant medical student in this room…” She looked away.
“Stop it, dad,” Meg smiled her brightest smile to hide her discomfort, as usual. West smiled back, in contempt.
“Oh, does she have a name?”
“I'm Megan. Halsey.” She didn't bother stretching her hand, she didn't wanna touch him.
“Pleased to meet you, Ms. Halsey.” I don't think so.
“West just came from Switzerland. He was doing independent research for Dr. Gruber, before he died.” Meg knew the story, heard it through the grapevine, but no one knew any details.
Gruber was a brilliant doctor, though. She had read his most recent paper on brain death, and all the other ones he wrote a lot in New York. A page turner, Gruber—by medical paper standards, at least.
“So, you studied death?” She asked. His ears perked up again.
“Yes, I have.” Well dressed, prim and curt. Fun. I'll love having him in class.
“Alan,” a third voice filled the place, coming from the adjacent room, the one where he no doubt had been procuring a corpse from. Meg involuntarily twisted her nose and pretended she had an itch. She stopped on his feet. “Nice to see you down here, Ms. Halsey.”
“Well I'm glad, cause here I am, every Tuesday.” Next time tell him when you go out to do your laundry.
“Definitely more than your father comes down here. We haven't been seeing him in a while.”
“I was just showing our newest student, Herbert West here, the not-so-grand-tour.” He always made that joke when he brought people down. Meg saw him do it at least twice and heard about it four other ones. “This should interest you, Carl. He worked with Hans Gruber.” While her dad introduced Hill, and all of his prowess to get research grants somehow, probably with that freaky pen he carried, Meg was thinking briefly about how was Herbert West working for Gruber, fully, even as a student.
“I know your work Dr. Hill. Quite well.” Meg raised her head. “Your theory on the location of the will in the brain is… Interesting, though derivative of Dr. Gruber's research in the early 70s.”
She knew that. She needed a dictionary to read his most obscure work, but German and English were similar enough, she got by.
“So derivative, in fact, that in Europe it's considered plagiarized. And your support of the 12 minute limit on the life of the brain stem after death…”
“...Six to twelve minutes, Mr…?”
Meg wanted to leave.
“West. Herbert West. Frankly, Dr… Hill? Your work on brain death is outdated.”
“Carl,” her dad interrupted and Meg looked away from the scene. Frankly, Hill gave her the creeps, sort of, and seeing him that angry was unpleasant. Suck it up, ok? You know him since you were at least twelve, it's fine.
You were always soft.
“...Megan and I would love it if you came to dinner.” Wait what?
“What?” She repeated out loud. Herbert turned his bright hazel, poisonous eyes towards her. She straightened her back. “I'm sorry, dinner? When?
“Thursday,” West answered for the others. He put his hands on his hips. “Maybe pushing bodies around really isn't for someone as small as you, Ms. Halsey.”
“I'm fine.”
“You might kill yourself.”
“Dad, dinner, Thursday? I'm not sure I can make it.”
What else are you gonna do? Your friends don't talk to you anymore since you left for New York to hang out with feminists, artists, and bohemians, leaving them here with babies and husbands.
“Well, I'm sure you'll make an exception,” Hill said, looking straight at her. “A lovely, amazing student such as yourself should take some time off every now and then. Celebrate.” She hated when he looked straight at her. She could feel her dad and West observing in the sidelines.
“Sure,” Meg found herself saying, hands tight against the steel of the gurney, knuckles turning white. “I'll cook.”
You'll what?!
“Fantastic,” Hill finished, looking at Herbert next. “I'll see you in class, mr. West. Ms. Halsey.” He nodded his head and she smiled, closing her eyes.
Both Hill and her father left in what seemed to be a dream sequence, no doubt discussing the grant, and the autopsy room was silent once again.
Her head was throbbing. The walls and floors were gray, there was a corpse rotting in their midst, Meg took a deep breath—chemical and invigorating somehow.
“I take it you don't like Dr. Hill either.” She looked at West, whose eyes still shone. He approached her, footsteps echoing out. “How did you know I was studying death?”
“I'm a doctor, Mr. West. I read,” she released the gurney, feeling tired for the meal she'd have to cook, on top of studying. There was a beat before she could stop herself from asking “What happened between you and dr. Gruber?”
“What do you mean?” A slight twitch, a small movement of the lips. “Dr. Gruber had a lab accident that I was unfortunately too late to prevent.”
“I heard he was in his office when he died.” Another twitch.
“I'm sure you heard it wrong, with all due respect ms. Halsey.”
Chemical smells, corpses rotting, the smell of something burning—Hill's pen no doubt left crisp black flesh behind, and he did it on enough people in the morgue proper that it got to where she was. She looked at West for almost long enough she'd probably have his exact face and pose at that moment committed to memory, forever.
He looked at her, waiting for something to happen.
Her hands hurt from grasping the gurney for so long.
“I'm not doing so great, sweetie…” She had said. Two men talking behind her. Her dad and Hill were gone. West was there.
“I'm sorry I asked,” Meg finally gathered, headache suddenly subsiding, like it never was. “Sorry for your loss, he must have been a wonderful mentor.” West bowed slightly and Meg did the same before turning around and going through the doors.
#no one can call me a pussy ever again#genuinely felt like never posting this it became soooooo much more#sooo much#it's like not even a thing that I conceived#I couldn't have KNOWN ok#I am NOT responsible#I wrote forty three pages so far more or less on my volition#I encourage everyone to write their own abominations of this pairing from all angles though cause this was FUN#meg halsey#megan halsey#herbert west#reanimator#re-animator#reanimator fanfic#welsey#ship of the year 2K24#fanfic#fanfiction#ao3#fanfic writing#fanfiction writer
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HELLO FUCK HYBE.
BUT ANYWAY HAPPYYYYYYY FCKING BESTEST BIRTHDAYYYYY TO THE ONE AND ONLY PHAM QUEEN!!!!!!!!!
I LOVE YOU SO MUCH IT HURTS AHHHHHHH!!!
GOD BLESS that dinosaur who sacrificed itself MILLIONS of years ago to become fossil fuel, so it could eventually turn into the petrol that drove hanni's mom to the hospital and brought the GREATEST WOMAN ON EARTH into existence
i cant express how much I LOVE THIS WOMAN, I swear GODDD...
I LOVE HANNI I LOVE HANNI I LOVE HANNI I LOVE HANNI I LOVE HANNI I LOVE HANNI I LOVE HANNI I LOVE HANNI I LOVE HANNI I LOVE HANNI I LOVE HANNI I LOVE HANNI I LOVE HANNI I LOVE HANNI I LOVE HANNI I LOVE HANNI I LOVE HANNI I LOVE HANNI I LOVE HANNI I LOVE HANNI I LOVE HANNI I LOVE HANNI I LOVE HANNI I LOVE HANNI I LOVE HANNI I LOVE HANNI I LOVE HANNI I LOVE HANNI I LOVE HANNI I LOVE HANNI I LOVE HANNI I LOVE HANNI I LOVE HANNI I LOVE HANNI I LOVE HANNI I LOVE HANNI I LOVE HANNI I LOVE HANNI I LOVE HANNI I LOVE HANNI I LOVE HANNI I LOVE HANNI I LOVE HANNI I LOVE HANNI LIKE AHHHHH I CANT STOP, SHES EVERYTHING!!!
OH GODDD.. THIS WOMAN OWNS ME...
HOW is she turning 20?!! like excuse me?? it still feels like she's still 17. this is insane my BABY is 20 and i literally CANNOT HANDLE THIS!
she's forever a baby in my eyes and NOBODY can convince me otherwise!!!
i just want her to have all the happiness in the world like ALL OF IT!! no freaking negativity, no bad vibes near her or the other girls, like over my dead body! i just want her to have the best time ever on her birthday (and here i am CRYING because i cant watch her live tmrw since i'll be in school ISTG IM ABOUT TO THROW MYSELF OFF A BUILDING 👺💔)
anyway HAPPY BIRTHDAY AGAIN TO THE ABSOLUTE BEST GIRL IN THE ENTIRE UNIVERSE!!!
I LOVE YOU SO MUCH HANNI!!! (marry me💍👰🏻♀️)
newJeans forever, baby. they never die
💙🩷💛💚💜 + 🐰 = ♾️
🩷🐰🥳🎂
#AHHHHHHHHHH#im crying#i love this woman soooo fuckin much#ohh my goddddd plzzzz no#ratrmys stay away from my baby btch#thanks for existing#mwah mwah mwah mwah mwah#hanni pham#=#perfection#i love sooo damn much#my love#i#love#you#sooo much#hanni
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art trade w @//rainbowcat.69 on insta!! such a cutesie design i loved drawing her
#art#artists on tumblr#digital art#digital artist#my art#doodle#furry community#furry anthro#sfw furry#furry artist#furry character#furry#furry art#furry oc#furry fandom#furries#anthro art#original art#loved drawing this#sooo much#<333
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I love it when people write s2 Varian as bitter instead of just sad yk?? Like this kid is not going to just get over the anger that caused him to nearly kill multiple people in like a week 😭 in those “Raps brings Varian for the s2 road trip” aus he’s always just sad and mopey and guilty but? He’d be a fucking asshole guys be honest. He’d be picking every member of that crew apart and just being a little jerk and it would take time for him to get over that. And I LOVEEE when this gets portrayed in fics it hits so hard
Also he’d sound insane. Like actually fucking bonkers he’d just be yapping nonsense hoping it would piss someone off
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ptolemaea starts playing and i rise from the ground through my ceiling
#ptolemaea#ethel cain#preachers daughter#hayden anhedönia#music#it started before and i screamed#its literally SO GOOD#like omg#the vocals are gorgeous#i love ptolemaea#sooo much#i genuinely get shivers when i hear it omfg#ITS THE DEATH RATTLE AT THE END
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#bunny#i love bunnies#sooo much#im literally just a girl#sweet girl#this is what makes us girls#tumblr girls#girlblogger#girlblogging#girlhood#girlblog#girl girl girl#just girly things#female hysteria
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this scene made me lose my mind
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More drawings you guys gave me from straw page 😭❤️✨
I love you all so much! Thanks for this amazing gifts!
Also I’m sorry it took me so long to notice! I just arrived from a trip and I dint have nice connection until now
Also what’s promised is debt! So Monday I will go print every single drawing anyone has ever given me! yes the single line too ❤️👌🏻
Thanks again for giving me so much aoko’s I love them and I love all of you 😭❤️✨❤️✨❤️✨
#dcmk#magic kaito#aoko nakamori#nakamori aoko#I cry easily and guess what’s happening too me when I see your drawings#i love you guys!#sooo much
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The album and live version of sober to death have such different vibes to them. Like the album version is loud at times and soft and it's beautiful, but the live version that they have on Spotify is just so different in the sense that it's a lot more calming I guess? It's nice and slow and it feels like the kind of thing that you'd cry to silently alone. Like I'm not saying that the album version(s) don't have that vibe too it's just such a different experience.
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me when my friends
(@xxthunderthedragonxx, @mintymam, @lynette384757, @shroom-shroom420, @r3dnumb3rzzz, and @iv-stones appreciation post)
#I love my friends#sooo much#if ur my friend this is for you#I love u#platonically#in a bro way#love you guys!!!!!!!!!!!!#feelin positive today#crepe talks
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// alright so i got two (2) done! will try to work on and queue stuff between both blogs. tomorrow is the re:zero season 3 premiere and I am excited to see it animated despite reading the novel several times lmao. so that might hold the braincell hostage tomorrow and it's like movie-length so after work i will be watching that lol. Anyway, all my moots need to watch/read re:zero and vinland saga so I can force my favs on you
#esp vinland saga#watch that anime it is a 10/10 life changing stuff#literally rearranged my brain so#so#sooo much#like it just changed my perspective on things#i was already boo war / violence but the way i engage with themes of like#redemption and healing and revenge#idk how to describe it just trust me#probably one of the most moving things i have ever seen#as for r:z most of the bad shit people say about it isn't even true like it being sexist / harem#or subaru being an incel or it being wish fulfillment.#i thought all of that when i got invited to a watch party with my friends for it#and let me tell you i was so wrong#( meta / ooc. )
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I wan grrfwend
Come cuddle wit me and listen to the rain 🌧️ plz
#lesbian#sapphic wlw#sapphic yearning#i want a gf#sooo much#wlw yearning#wlw#wlw post#a lil bout me my mom thought as i was growing up that id be a dyke lmao she wasnt wrong i think thats the only thing she got right 😂#dykeposting#dyke#women are art#women are beautiful#women women women#on my mind 24 7#this post might be cringe but idc#silly me hehe
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