#update we are now sitting here going back and forth trying to figure out how they even got it wrong to begin with 😭 im gonna be real with+
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I really hate feeling irrational and upset over food. One of the worst things to be upset about. It feels SO fucking stupid.
#txt#texas roadhouse fucked up my food apparently so I get fries and bread. and it's my fault bc i wasn't there to order it myself#(she didn't really word it that way but that's how it felt. like she was saying it's my fault. but im on new meds so i was literally asleep#+the entire time they would've been eating pretty much; i cant control when the side effects decide they want to kick in?)#anyway it's not exclusively this that I'm upset about anyway. like at least i still get a little somethin else yk?#but the other day my roommate came back with his fucking boyfriend from olive garden (genuinely one of my favorite places ngl) and they're+#+like ''oh we didn't know what to get you so we just got you breadsticks'' like. what the fuck. i mean i do like breadsticks but are you +#+fucking with me right now? if money is a problem just say you couldn't afford anything extra. Don't fucking pull that shit#we literally live in the era of smart phones. you can fucking text me. and one of the things i really fucking enjoy at olive garden? +#+LITERALLY JUST THE FUCKING SALAD. THE HOUSE SALAD. THAT THEY GIVE YOU. I am that easy to appease and you bring me. bread.#i love bread. but do you think this is all i subsist on??? it's genuinely so insulting and hurtful and I feel so fucking stupid for feeling#+that way#LITERALLY as i was typing this my sister text me again to be like ''sorry that came off wrong'' this does lick the wound#update we are now sitting here going back and forth trying to figure out how they even got it wrong to begin with 😭 im gonna be real with+#+you I'd bet actual money it was on purpose so they could push the order out quicker. bc what i wanted was their tatter skins and those +#+take more effort and time I'd wager. she said they were busy so I wouldn't be surprised
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Lucy chen x reader.
Lucy and reader are on an undercover case, and something goes horribly wrong, which leaves reader in terrible condition. Reader ends up in a coma, and Lucy barely leaves her side. (Reader is Angela's sister. Lucy and reader are already in a relationship.)
i don’t really like this one but.. here it is
i love you
Everything flashed before your eyes. One second you were trying to have a conversation with a suspect in a bar, and the next there was a gun pointed at you.
Lucy was in the bathroom for only a second, and when she came out you were being held at gunpoint along with mostly everyone else in the bar.
Lucy tried her best to deescalate the situation, but she’d only seemed to make it worse.
So here she was, sitting beside your bed, blaming herself for everything that happened as she held onto your hand. She tried her best not to break into tears everytime she looked at you or everytime one of your guys’ coworkers came in to see how everything was going.
Angela had come in and out as well, and she had to force Lucy to leave your side so she could go eat a few times.
She wasn’t happy about it, but she did it.
Lucy lays her head down on her hands, which are wrapped around your cold and frail one. Her leg shakes beneath her in anticipation of a new update on how you are.
“Luce..” Angela’s brows are furrowed in worry as she waits for Lucy to lift her head.
Lucy shakes her head, her messy bun moving along with her movements. She eventually lifts her head, her eyes still as puffy as they were when everything happened almost forty-eight hours ago.
“I don’t know how this happened..” Lucy’s lips quiver, her voice breaking.
“You need to go home. Eat, shower, sleep,” Your sister’s eyes are filled with sadness. For you, and for Lucy. She hates to see someone so important to you sad, let alone see her blaming herself for everything.
“I can’t,” Lucy shakes her head sadly. “I can’t leave her. I promised..”
Angela clenches her jaw, trying to not cry herself.
“I promised I would never let something like this happen to her,” Lucy lifts a hand to her face so she could wipe her overflowing eyes.
“She would understand,” Angela promises. “She knows we can’t promise such a thing in our line of work.”
“This is all my fault,” Lucy cries into her hand.
Angela stands and moves to be by Lucy’s side, because if there was one thing the two of them needed, it was each other in a moment like this one.
“Lucy..” Angela places a calming hand on her shoulder and Lucy launches herself into Angela’s arms.
The two of them stand there, rocking back and forth, and for the first time since everything has happened, Angela lets out a few tears.
“I’m terrified,” Lucy shutters. “What if she doesn’t wake up?”
“I know. I know,” Angela places a hand on the back of Lucy’s head. “I’m scared too.”
Lucy steps back after giving her a hug, and she wipes her tears away. She bites her lip nervously, moving her arms to wrap around herself, scared to look at you again - terrified she’ll start crying again and she won’t be able to stop.
“What are you thinking?” Angela crosses her arms over her chest.
“I love her,” Lucy shakes her head. “I’m in love with her.”
“I know,” Angela’s frown deepens on her face, her nostrils flare in hopes that she won’t start crying again.
“I haven’t even told her I love her yet..”
“You haven’t?” Angela all but yells. “I’m sorry, it’s just.. Y/n talks about how much she loves you all the time I just kind of figured the two of you have said the L word.”
“No,” Lucy shook her head again, tears forming in her eyes. “I almost said it the other night when we were undercover. And I should have.”
Lucy sits back in the seat, her hands finding their way back to wrap around yours. She lifts your hand to her lips so she can give your hand a soft kiss - something she had come to do since you started dating.
“I love you. So, so much,” Lucy sighs to herself. “I need to shower now, though. I’ll be back, I swear.”
“Thank you,” Angela nods, giving Lucy another small hug. “I’ll call you if there’s any changes.”
Lucy’s heart dropped when she got out of the shower. She’d missed numerous calls from Angela, and she didn’t even attempt to brush or dry her hair on the way out the door.
She probably violated too many traffic laws on her way back to the hospital, but she didn’t care. If something happened to you, and she wasn’t there, she would never forgive herself. Nurses yelled at her as she ran down the hallway in the hospital, but she didn’t care. All she cared about was you and what had happened.
“Angela what—“ Lucy’s eyes make their way to you. Her heart is almost beating out of her chest when she sees that you’re awake. “Oh my God.”
You hold your hand out for her to take when she sits by your side.
“What happened?” Lucy is looking at Angela. “Am I going crazy? Is this a dream? I was gone for an hour.”
“What?” You laugh hoarsely. “I’m awake. I thought you’d be happy about that.”
“I am!” Lucy nods excitedly. “I am very excited. I’m just confused. You were in a coma when I left, and now you’re awake. More than awake. You’re energetic.”
You smile, “I woke up a few minutes after you left.”
“We tried calling you,” Angela says.
“I know,” Lucy squeezes your hand. “I saw you called and I rushed here. I didn’t have time to call back. I assumed the worst.”
“Ang.. would you?” You jerk your head towards the door, asking for a little privacy between you and your girlfriend.
“Yeah, I’ll go down to the cafeteria. Have Lucy call me when you’re done,” Angela leans down and gives your head a kiss, and for once, you lean into it.
You give Angela a tight lipped smile as she leaves and gives the two of you some space.
“Is everything okay?” Lucy’s small smile turns into a frown.
“More than okay,” You nod. “Lucy.. I don’t want you to blame yourself for what happened.”
Lucy’s body relaxes slightly, and she slouches a little in her chair. “I know.. it’s just.. it feels like it should be my fault. I promise to protect you everyday and I failed. You didn’t even want to go on that operation, but I pressured you into it. I’m so sorry, and I love you and I don’t want you to ever be in this situation again. This was the worst forty-eight hours of my life. I don’t even think I’ve slept for a solid eight hours in a few days.”
“Lucy, baby, it’s okay,” You lift her hand to your lips like she had earlier. “I don’t blame you. And.. I love you too.”
Lucy’s eyes widen at your words, as she didn’t even realize she let herself slip.
“You need sleep,” You tilt your head sadly. “You look exhausted, my love. And you didn’t pressure me, I promise. If I really didn’t want to go, I would have said no.”
Lucy nods, “Okay. I believe you.”
“Now, get up here so you can get some rest too,” You demand, patting a spot on the side of your bed.
Lucy hesitates to slide in, but you pull her into the bed.
“I love you,” Lucy says.
“I love you too.”
Let’s just say the two of you forget to message Angela to come back. And when she does, she takes a photo to send to the LAPD groupchat.
#the rookie#the rookie x reader#the rookie imagine#wlw post#angela lopez#lucy chen#lucy chen x reader#lucy chen ask#lucy chen x you#lucy chen x y/n#lucy chen imagine
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Hi Bee,
Random writer here looking for some advice. I was very much a Wilbur-centric author and concerning the works that I’ve finished, I’ve decided to leave up because I’m proud of them.
That being said, I currently have an ongoing fic that I’m torn about what do to with. I’ve been sitting on it and trying to figure out what I’m comfortable with but I’m just going in circles at this point.
I hate the idea of leaving a work unfinished and I was really passionate about the concept for this one in particular. But it’s currently only about 20% finished so I’d be in it for the long haul.
I think that emotionally, I could compartmentalize things if I actually decided to keep writing it, but I also don’t feel the same enthusiasm towards it that I once did.
I definitely won’t delete it though, only orphan it in the most extreme case. Any suggestions on how to decide?
honestly I've been dealing with the exact same struggle you have, anon. I'm very proud of all my finished wilbur-centric fics and I'm going to leave them up, but I also have an ongoing fic that I've been torn over what I'm going to do with. under the hanging rose is also only in the early stages (30ish% I'd say) so I'd be in it for the long haul. I've been going back and forth about what to do because I first started conceptualizing rose as a fic in december of 2022 when I was finishing writing the stars and their children. I've been wanting to write this fic for over a year now, and I've finally been able to start it. I've done so much worldbuilding and plotting and everything for it that I really want to follow through with all of that, but it's hard, you know? it feels weird.
I can't tell you what to do here. it's up to your own personal comfort if you think you'll be able to complete the fic. if you don't want to you are under no obligation to do so. writing fic should first and foremost be enjoyable for you. there's no moral qualm here because c!wilbur is a character separate from the guy. we've all agreed at this point the dsmp characters are pretty much our own to do with as we want. so it's just entirely up to you and what you want to do.
for myself, I think I've come to a decision. I'm not letting a terrible person take a story I love so deeply away from me. I want to keep writing rose. it's definitely not going to be updating anytime soon because I still have a lot of conflicting feelings about things, and maybe when I sit down to actually write it it will be too uncomfortable for me and I'll change my mind. but for now, I want to keep going with it. this story is mine, and this version of the character is mine.
it's okay if you don't choose the same way I have. do what's best for you. writing can be such a joyous thing. don't let anyone take that away from you, and don't force yourself to write something you don't want to.
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Desperate Daybreak Chapter 6
In this chapter: Valen gives it a try...
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Warnings for this chapter: Self harm, pregnancy dysphoria, depictions of someone undergoing dissociation and extreme mental trauma, sexual assault TW. This chapter has heavy themes and depictions of self harm. Also some brief touching on disordered eating.
Update: Here is a summary of the chapter for those worried about whether or not they can read it due to the self harm depictions.
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Lex and Ari managed to cook quite a good dinner. They then sat eating it at the table, remarking over and over to each other how good it was.
Valen desperately wished he could taste it. To experience this with them. He couldn’t even get his own equivalent and partake alongside him–his equivalent of a delicious meal would be horrifying to them, something he wouldn’t want them to see.
The braindead humans loitering around would occasionally shuffle over and sit at the table, as though they knew mealtime meant sitting at the table together despite none of them being hungry or eating. They didn’t respond to Lex’s offer to let them taste the food. They didn’t appear to be particularly enjoying anything that was happening. They just knew dinner meant sitting at the table together.
Valen wondered if they developed their own limited social dynamics, locked in here with barely a thought between the lot.
“I’ll figure out the best way to help you,” he told them. “Just be patient a little while longer, okay?” He was beginning to realize what a monumental task that was. These humans wouldn’t remember their own names. Their families. Where they came from. How to even survive and function on their own. No one had ever documented a human reverting to having higher brain functions after being mindwiped from years of exposure to persuasion. It might not even be possible. They were essentially walking corpses. They barely cared if you hurt them.
He could grapple with the moral implications of that later. For now, he locked the door to the human quarters and left things as they were.
When they got back to the guest suite, Tessie was laid out on one of the queen-sized beds in cozy pajamas, going at her nails with cotton balls. “How was dinner?” she said.
“It was great!” Lex said. “Are you doing your nails?” She sat on the edge of the bed, and Tessie immediately perked up.
“Do you want to do each other’s nails? I’ve never gotten to do–er, the girls growing up all had sleepovers and stuff, but I never got to do that.”
“We can do that!” Lex enthused. “Girls’ night!”
Valen smiled as he watched Lex sit on the bed and start rifling through Tessie’s nail polish. At least there could still be some small joys here, among the horrors. “I think I’m going to take that bath, now.”
“Hey,” Ari said, standing in his way. “You haven’t eaten since we set out.”
Valen averted his eyes. “My stomach was in knots.”
“You need to feed.”
How could I possibly feed after the scene in the human quarters? “I’m fine.”
“No, you’re not.”
“Valennnn,” Lex said in a singsong voice. She tilted her head and tapped her neck. “Come on, it won’t kill anyone. You can’t do anything on an empty stomach.”
Valen stood there waffling back and forth before he came over and bit down very gently. He took a few sips before giving up and licking the wound closed. “Thank you.”
Lex hadn’t even stopped looking through the nail polish. He appreciated her nonchalance. It was the only thing keeping him from spiraling. “Now go get your bath.”
The tub was wonderfully deep. He submerged himself up to his neck in warm, fragrant water, fiddling with the foam from the bubble bath. He soaked for a while with his thoughts. Everything seemed more manageable with Lex and Ari here to help him, and Tessie was quickly becoming a treasured support as well.
The bath relaxed him considerably, and when he came out he saw that Tessie and Lex had convinced Ari to sit down and allow herself to be subjected to her nails being painted.
They spent the morning listening to the radio and giving each other manicures, in better spirits by far than earlier. Nobody was even that upset when Ari inevitably messed up her nail polish before it was dry.
***
Valen always tried to sleep by himself, but on his bad nights he often found himself slithering in beside Lex and Ari. He woke them up, but they always graciously pretended not to notice.
Lex and Ari had taken the king-sized bed, and Valen and Tessie the two queens adjacent to the biggest room in the suite. He put on his comfiest pair of pajamas and bade goodnight to Lex and Ari, who still refused to stop their amazed commentary on how fancy everything was, from the soaps to the beds to the carpets and vanities.
And then he just lay there, wishing he could fall asleep instead of needing a safety blanket like a child.
He felt Priscus’s arms around him. His hands around his neck. His hands around lower, more sensitive places. Not even the bastard dying could free Valen from that wretched fate.
He tossed and turned. He felt Nick’s hands on him, his burning metal, his cruel words, the humiliating and painful things Valen had been subjected to. He only realized he’d managed to fall asleep when he jolted awake from having a dream about Nick wearing Priscus’s face.
He tiptoed through the suite to reach where Lex and Ari lay tangled in each other’s limbs. Trying to be as light-footed as possible, he climbed into the bed and inserted himself between the two women.
***
Valen snuck out of bed early to crawl back into his own bed, to avoid the complicated feelings he had being in bed beside Lex and Ari as they all woke up. The two humans politely declined to acknowledge the fact that he'd been there at all, instead pretending they were seeing him for the first time as he walked out in his pajamas.
“Sleep well?” Lex asked.
Valen nodded. “I'm still torn about the humans here at the manor.” He couldn't on good conscience condone the staff biting the humans, but… what would forbidding it actually accomplish? The humans would still be just as stuck here, unable to help themselves. Just as braindead. They hardly seemed to care one way or the other. The manor staff, on the other hand, enjoyed fresh on demand blood as one of their job perks, so suddenly cutting that off would result in some ill will. Maybe he could offset that with a pay raise?
But then what? He just had a bunk full of walking, unfeeling husks? To what end? Trying to connect them with any sort of help or reunion with their families was going to be a monumental task. It'd simply never been done before, or at least done with such low frequency there was no infrastructure or guidance available to expedite the process.
In the end, he decided to avoid making a decision for now and just not make any announcements. He managed to avoid feeling guilty about it by reasoning it wasn't his fault it was set up like this, and there wasn't any point in changing it yet when it wouldn't make any difference. These humans were a drop in the bucket compared to the work they had ahead of them, so might as well wait till they figure out what to do about the other…. thousands of people.
And besides, he had a much more challenging task ahead of him today.
Valen swallowed as Tessie slid the papers over to him. “Here's the information for the fertility clinic. There will probably need to be repeat appointments, but the first one is going to be the hardest. We can go any time this week.”
“Let's do it today,” Valen said, even as it made dread swell inside him. “I can't bear the thought of stewing in anticipation all week. It's better to just get it over with quickly.” He was really doing this. He'd gone out of his way to avoid becoming pregnant when Priscus was alive, and now that the man was dead, Valen was going to purposefully try to have his child, because for some godforsaken reason the universe had set itself up such that Valen getting pregnant would give him the ability to save thousands of people.
Fitting, symbolically a little. Maybe he was giving birth to a messiah? It could be, if he raised them to value human life, and then took over when they turned 18. That seemed the best option.
Maybe it wouldn't be so bad with Lex and Ari here. Maybe they could help him raise it. He would even say he might like the idea of raising a child with them, if he didn't have to be the one to carry it.
It wouldn't be Priscus’s child, not really. The man was fucking dead. Valen was here, and he could do this.
He hoped.
***
Valen wanted to go by himself for some godforsaken reason. They managed to talk him into letting Lex and Ari take him there, at the very least, and then they waited in the van outside the clinic anxiously.
“Fucking stupid,” Ari muttered.
Lex opened the passenger door to stretch her legs. “Yeah.”
“He’s in there alone being violated by his stupid fucking- fucking stupid ass husband postmortem.”
“Babe.”
“And he didn’t even want us to come in.”
“He has his reasons.”
“Well, they’re stupid.”
“Come on, babe.”
Ari gripped the steering wheel and shook herself. “I wish he was still alive so I could kill him again. Priscus. Priscunt.”
“Babe.”
“Pisscus.”
“He doesn’t want us to see him like this, I guess. He’s been humiliated enough-”
“And we’ve seen it all! We just want to be there for him!”
“He knows.”
“And he didn’t-”
“He’ll be out soon. Surely.”
“He better. Close the damn door, some vampire bystander is going to come take a bite of you.”
“You think I look that delicious?”
“Not now, you horny slut. I’m not having car sex outside a vampire family planning clinic, of all things.”
“Oh-! Oh, there he is!”
The two craned their necks to see him coming out the front door.
“Uh-oh,” Ari said.
“Shit,” Lex added.
Valen stumbled out, eyes glazed over, shaking.
“Shit,” Ari said. She put the car in gear and pulled around to get close to him. “Shit, shit, shit, shit.”
Lex hopped out and opened the door. “Come on, get in.”
Valen looked at her foggily.
“How did it go?”
Valen burst into tears, sinking to his knees. He looked completely shellshocked.
“Shit,” Ari said. The door ajar alarm sounded as Ari abandoned the car to come scoop him off the sidewalk. He was crying too hard to speak, quivering in her arms. “Talk to me, baby.”
He only managed to cough, sounding like he was going to throw up.
“Shit.” Ari sat him down on the edge of the van. “You’re okay. You’re okay. Uh, three things you can see, five you can touch–what the what it was or whatever. Breathe.”
Valen had a faraway look in his eyes, completely unresponsive to everything the two of them were saying to him. Still sobbing, he pulled his shirt up and started to claw at his abdomen–down near his pubic mound.
“Woah, woah, woah,” Lex said, grabbing his wrists.
“Hey, hey, no, no,” Ari said, also grabbing his arms.
“Get it out,” Valen wept. “Take it out. I can’t do it.”
The two humans were, of course, not nearly as strong as him, so he simply wrenched his arm out of their grasps and then tore at his own belly until he drew blood.
“Stop!” Lex yelled. “Valen, stop!”
Ari approached from behind and put her arms around him. Copying her, Lex sandwiched Valen between them from the front.
The violent motions stopped, dissolving into hopeless weeping.
“You’re okay, baby,” Ari said. “You’re okay. We’ve got you.”
“Don’t hurt yourself,” Lex said. “You’ve been hurt enough.”
Ari clenched her teeth. “Lex, stay here for a minute.”
Vampires had payphones, luckily. Ari wasn’t sure why they wouldn’t have them, but she’d still been nervous about not being able to find one. She did, though, and plunked a few quarters in and punched in the number for the guest quarters at the Kithrara estate.
“How’d it go?” was the first thing Tessie said.
“Bad,” Ari said gruffly. “Tessie, we have to figure something else out. This won’t work. Even if Valen wants to, he can’t. This is going to make him completely nonfunctional.”
There was the sound of paper rustling on the other end of the line. “Uhh. I mean, if he-”
“He’s not going to be okay with just giving up, though.”
“If we-”
“We need a miracle. Can you give us a miracle, Tessie? Some stupid loophole or subclause of a subclause that only a lawyer who’s good at mind-numbingly boring legal bullshit would find?”
Silence.
“Please?”
“Give me an hour.”
***
An hour, it turned out, was about how long it took to drive back to the estate. Valen was almost completely nonverbal, electing to spend the entire ride curled up on the floor with his hands over his ears, rocking himself gently.
“We’re going to figure this out, okay?” Lex kept soothing him. “You don’t have to deal with this on your own. We’re here. We’re going to take care of you.”
Ari pulled the van up onto the Kithrara’s nice, manicured lawn and came around to help Lex, who was half-pulling Valen out of the van.
“I’m sorry,” Valen said hoarsely. “I’m sorry. It’s stupid.”
“It’s not stupid.”
“I’m sorry.”
“You’re okay, baby.”
“I can do it, I can still do it, they’re all counting on me.”
“We’re going to help you figure it out. We’re here.”
Ari went ahead to make sure they had a clear path to the guest suite–the last thing Valen needed was to be approached by any of the staff. She locked the door behind them as Lex guided Valen onto the bed.
Good call going with the guest suite. No telling what it would have done to Valen’s psyche to be put into his marriage bed after that experience.
He flopped over, wrung out, face in the pillow. “Sorry,” his muffled voice said.
“You don’t have anything to apologize for, sweetheart,” Lex said. “You’re okay.”
Valen turned over, clamping his hand over where he’d wounded himself earlier. “That was just the… I don’t know if I can-”
“You don’t have to.”
“But they’re-”
“Stop,” Tessie broke in. “Don’t spiral.”
Valen squeezed his eyes shut.
“This isn’t going to work if you’re too psychologically incapacitated to do us any good even if you fulfill the terms of the will.”
“I’m sorry,” Valen said again, fresh tears rolling down his cheeks. “I’m sorry. I can’t do it. It’s too much.”
“I think I have a way we can do this without you having to be pregnant.”
Valen sat up, hope written all over his face.
Tessie threw down a bottle of pills.
“What’s this?”
“Ovrette, in a dosage that induces miscarriage in vampires.”
Valen dove on the pill bottle and swallowed them all without any water.
“There you go,” Lex said, rubbing his back.
Valen wiped his mouth, embarrassed. He did feel a lot better, though. It was instant, the second the pills went down his throat. “What shall we do, then?” he said miserably, desperate for some solution that didn’t destroy him and didn’t doom thousands of humans.
Tessie laid the will out on the table. It was an absurd document, the scroll rolling off the edge and dangling towards the floor, so long was its length.
“So, here’s the thing,” Tessie said. She chewed on her nail–the fact that the fresh polish was already destroyed evidenced that she’d been doing that quite a lot before they’d arrived. “Fertility rate is so low for vampires that even with fertility treatments, ten years is still a pretty short time to expect conception. The will lays out you getting pregnant within ten years to be realistic. That’s pretty much the fastest it could happen, if you keep all your appointments at the clinic. The success rate of each treatment is so low.”
Valen hugged his arms around himself. “And…?”
“And since the chance of you getting pregnant is so low, it’s not going to be obvious that you’re violating the terms of the will by not getting pregnant… until the ten years are up. Hell, we might even have a strong case for arguing that ten years is too short and we could get it extended.”
Valen stared at her misty-eyed. “Are you suggesting…?”
“We just don’t fucking do it,” Ari said flatly. “Are you saying we just don’t do it, and they can’t prove we’re not going to do it, because the time limit isn’t up yet?”
Tessie nodded. “You know what they say about it being easier to ask forgiveness than permission? And possession being nine-tenths of the law?”
“We’re already here,” Valen said, relief dawning on him. “We’re here and controlling the estate and ostensibly doing what we’re supposed to be doing, so if someone wants to wrestle it away, they have an uphill battle to prove-”
“To prove there isn’t going to be an heir in ten years. Which is ten years from now.” She chewed on her nail. “That gives us a decade.”
“A free decade,” Lex said. “To just haul ass and get as much done as we can before the estate is repossessed.”
"Yes," Tessie said. "Combing through the technicalities in the document, Valen will legally control the estate until the ten years are up and he hasn't produced an heir. So we just act like the heir is going to come eventually and the fertility treatments just haven't worked yet, and in those ten years we do as much work as we can get away with."
Valen buried his face in his hands. “That I can do.”
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Coffee Shop Blues and Red FINALE (Peter Parker x F! Reader)
Post NWH - Collage Peter!
Busy nights filled with college course work, leads to late nights in a crappy coffee shop, the only perk? Friendly neighbourhood company.
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Two hours. You'd been waiting two hours...and honestly it was past the point of freaking out. You were angry, and you felt guilty over feeling angry, and then you felt worried and guilty that you hadn't felt guilty first off. Two hours, sitting in a silky dress watching the news for updates as your date, quite literally was off saving the world.
"C'mon man!" Peter yelled as he jumped to another building, scorpion jumping after him and slamming his stinger into the bricks making them glow with his green poison. "Let me finish this then araña-" The psycho called back at him. Peter stood on the edge of the building with his hands on his hips. "Now, why would i let you poison me and the people of NYC Gargon?! Logic please-" He sassed back as he webbed the stinger and tried to pull it off. "If you just go to the raft tonight without a fight-maybe you make parole!" He yelped as the scorpion grabbed him by the leg and threw him into the middle of the street. He literally dented the middle of the road. Letting out a pained yell of "IVE GOT A DATE MAN!"
It was midnight when you heard a thud on your window. Forcing it up with a gasp when you saw the state of him. "Get in here-Oh my god Peter you should be at a hospital-" You scolded. He didn't respond he just shushed you. He pulled a battered flower from behind him. "S-Sorry, I missed our date...I have a good reason-" "Scorpion was trying to poison the population of the city with hallucinogenic?" You answered for him. Holding his arms and guiding him to lay on the couch. Hooking the side of his mask and tugging it off. "Tell me what I need to do here Pete-" You begged him.
It took a while but eventually you got the hang of stitching him up, every gash on his chest and arms. Leaving him to get a hot flannel and clean off most of the blood. He looked to you, studying your face as your hand ran back and forth across his chest. "I bet you thought the first time you'd see me shirtless would be more exciting-" He coughed out a laugh. "Who said this isn't exciting?" You let out, voice flatter. He took note of that, "I swear I was on my way-" "I believe you..." He caught your wrist in his hands. "y/n this is sometimes the reality...gimme a day and I'll heal up nice-" "You think this is putting me off?" You laughed for a moment. Leaning down, looking into his eyes, free hand reaching up to push his hair back, eyes tracing his face, staying on his lips for a moment.
"You wanna sleep here?" You asked him. He shook his head, "Ill swing home-" "I have a bed-" "a spare?" He asked softly. "No, I was thinking we just share my bed...so that if you need me...you can y'know just nudge." You chuckled. He took in a sharp breath in a bed with you all night...how was this not playing out the way he wanted it to?!
It didn't take long for peter to fall asleep, however you stayed up, watching him, caressing the side of his face to settle any discomfort as he slept. You'd never seen him up so close...he couldn't sleep...peacefully...always seemed to stir unless your hand was on his chest, anchoring him down a bit. His heart beating as steadily as you figured it could given the circumstances of this evening.
When Peter finally woke up, he was dazed and mildly confused as to why you weren't beside him. "y/n? are you there? Y/n-" he paused when you came around the doorframe. "You snore." You stated with a small chuckle, walking to the bed and laying back down beside him. His hand went to the side of your face and he just stared into your eyes for a while and he smiled at you, making your heart want to burst. "Thank you…I will make it up to you…" He promised. Laughing at the way you rolled your eyes at it. You leaned against his hand, enough to turn to kiss his palm. Making Peter's heart burst a bit. "I want flowers and chocolates-" You teased, and he found enough strength to push himself up on one arm and lean down to you. "Anything you want…you got it." To punctuate he kissed your forehead and just lingered there. "You got a shitty first date huh?" He whispered…mad at himself honestly.
You gave him an old t-shirt to wear and he just used his suit around his waist as trousers. Spending the day with you, laying on the couch. You didn’t complain, not once about having to nurse him. You just did everything you could to make him comfortable. Ending up with your head on his shoulder. "So, where will we go, on this redo first date?" you asked him. He chuckled.
"I know this really good coffee shop."
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✨XMACX Monthly✨September 2024
September is here! I always think of this month as my sister’s month because she was born in September lol. Anyway, I was lowkey happy Beau won the character poll because it means I get to dedicate September’s cover art to my sister’s fave color: yellow. Happy Birth Month, lil bro~ Big Love!
You can read the update on XXMISSARICHANXX.com or under the cut below!
What’s Happening in September?
Well, the poll this month will be a little different. Usually, we vote on who next month’s cover model will be. This month, however, I was thinking — since the whole month of October is basically Halloween and peeps dress up — we could vote for Kaimana’s Halloween costume this year? Last year I put ‘em in an ATSV Spider-Man 2099 costume, hehehe. This year, IT’S UP TO YOU! It’ll be fun. It’ll be GREAT. To the left are the options, all tsunderes because I’m so weak for tsunderes and I consider Kai to be one as well lol. Poll drops this Friday, September 6.
A) MCU Wolverine (zaddy u///u) B) Vegeta (my prince u///u) C) Bakugou (my hero u///u) D) Asuka (my queen u///u)
Other than that, I’ll be continuing to stitch Froot Basket White together and draw Ippon! pages. I’m hoping to finish adding all the voiced lines so I can work on drawing/cleaning stuff up in the coming months! You can read about my progress below!
VN Dev | Froot Basket White
I now have all the voiced lines for Sutoro and Azrael! I’ve been inputting them into the current build. Check out a preview of Sutoro’s voiced lines!
I also received some track samples from our composer! I can’t show you right now, but, trust me. It’s a banger and a chill cafe bop for sure! The composer I’m working with went to town on it! I’m so happy with how it’s turning out! It’s got lyrics and vocals too!
I adjusted one of Sutoro’s poses because the anatomy seemed off. BUT! I also wanted to add more poses to make Sutoro a little more lively to match Jesse’s performance. Here’s some of those new sprites I’m working on!
Comic Creation | Ippon!
I haven’t talked about Ippon! in a while, mostly because I haven’t been spending a lot of time on it. I… went back and adjusted some previous panels, and I keep going back and forth between adding more pages to adjust the pace or not…
One of the things I changed, for example, are the shape of the panels on page 4 (above). I noticed as I was drawing that I tend to have a lot of dynamic panels. There were so many, that I thought it became hard to read or even look at the pages… It bummed me out a bit, so I had to stop drawing for a bit lol.
Another thing I learned: having to really think about how two pages sit next to each other. I saw online somewhere that comic artists plan out their page turns. That’s something I’d like to keep in mind too.
Other than that, I’m trying to learn to pace myself better. Some pages take longer to complete than others. For me right now, this action page (above) is taking a lot out of me. I expected it would because I’m trying to figure out where everything is situated — the anatomy, whether or not the action makes sense, etc.
I was thinking about adding the name of the move somewhere, kinda like how in shounen action series characters name their moves and whatnot or have it written out on the page or something. But I’m not too sure exactly how I’m going to go about doing that…
Cover Story | Meet Beau!
Sweet, energetic, loving Beau. In the Froot Basket series, he’s the player character Jordan’s childhood friend and neighbor! They played basketball together in baby days and continued hanging out and growing together in high school! Beau loves eating, gaming, reading comics, and playing basketball with his pals! He also has a big crush on Jordan and a big dislike of bananas — they’re mushy!
Along with Sutoro, Beau was one of the first characters I doodled when I came up with this lil series. He and Sutoro were best friends. He was meant to be a sorta delinquent character, hence the piercings and dyed undercut hairstyle. But as I developed him more and more, he just seemed like a sweetheart through and through.
I tried to include a bunch of yellow things in the background and in the illustration’s design. I’m hoping it displays Beau’s fun-loving personality! A few Easter Eggs: Beau’s playing Froot Basket Valentine on his handheld console and Froot Basket: Dark Chocolate on his desktop.
Other News…
Momotarou Post-Mortem
Momotarou was the micro-visual novel I impulsively made in July for O2A2 Jam. I managed to write the post-mortem for it late last month! If you’re interested in my thought process for the project’s creation, read it here!
I can’t believe it’s already been 50 days since I released the micro-visual novel! Time flies… A few peeps have play-throughs that I’ve very much enjoyed! Thank you so much for playing! I also received some really great feedback and observed some peeps getting confused. I’ll be updating the game with a few sentences referring to Froot Basket Valentine, the game whose events immediately precede the events of Momotarou.
Thank you again to everyone who played, commented, and left reviews! I really appreciate it!
Kaimana Zine
I released a Kaimana Zine filled with sketches and illustrations of Kai between 2019 and 2024! It’s 5 USD or pay-what-you-want and you can find it both here in my shop or on Itch! It contains explicit images not meant for minors, so please be responsible.
Next Month?
I will be in Japan the second half of October! I’m excited and can’t wait to have a bunch of fun and eat a lot of food! I’m planning to wear pink every day! I hope I’ll remember to take OOTD pics instead of just food pics… I’ll try to have the cover art for November done before I leave, but whatever will be will be.
Anyway, let’s not get ahead of ourselves. Let’s instead have a relaxing September!
Aloha nui, xxAri
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“-don’t know if it’s a good idea to wake them, they seemed pretty agitated before.”
“But we can’t just leave them on the couch. They’re not human, what if they sleep for like, a week?”
“Ughh, keep it down,” the person in question groans, dramatically rolling onto their side. “I have a perfectly respectable 11-hour sleep cycle.”
“Oh! You’re awake!” Patton chirps, only to be hushed immediately by Virgil tugging frantically on his arm.
The person on the couch blinks at them, and Virgil sees the realization set into their eyes that they are not somewhere they recognize. They’re sitting up against the back of the couch in a flash, tail shifting anxiously again as their eyes dart back and forth between the two, antlers glowing in fear for just a moment.
“It’s you,” they say. “I- I thought I had been asleep before, perhaps.”
“We’re real,” Patton says, even though Virgil is still making frantic ‘stop talking’ motions at him. “What…do you remember?”
The person looks at him in disdain, grabbing for something on their belt that’s not there. Realizing its absence, they instead jump deftly to their feet and on top of Virgil’s coffee table, towering over them both with steely pupils.
“You tell me what you know first.”
Patton looks at Virgil, who finally relents, releasing Patton’s arm and taking a deep breath.
“We went to the junkyard yesterday because I saw some guy drop off some furniture, and frankly mine needs updating.” Virgil starts. As if on cue, the coffee table creaks wearily under the stranger’s feet, and they hop off, grumbling.
“We found this old carousel- I think it had been there for a while, it was under a lot of junk, and it was pretty worn down. I wanted to take some pictures because y’know, it was a cool aesthetic, so I took some photos on Patton’s phone. We were just about to leave when I noticed there was a little wooden crown that had fallen off one of the carousel horses, so I put it back on the horse, and then- you appeared, threatened us, and passed out.”
The stranger, sitting on the coffee table now, looks at him consideringly.
“Show me the photos.”
Patton, nervously biting his lip, unlocks his phone and hands it over. The stranger takes it, firm but not aggressive, looking through the pictures with a clenched jaw of their own.
Almost imperceptibly, they start trembling. But Virgil, highly trained in noticing details by years of having anxiety, notices.
“...Are you okay?”
“I believe you,” the stranger says. “I- I believe you. I don’t think you’re lying- and if you’re not lying, you really didn’t bring me here, and you don’t know how I got here, and you don’t know how to get me back, and I- I-”
They set Patton’s phone down as tears spring to their eyes and they frantically try to wipe them away, their breath hitching at the back of their throat. Their chest rises and falls with uneven gasps, and they cover their mouth with their hands, trying not to cry.
“Oh, hey-” Patton coos, approaching them as un-threateningly as he can. “Can I hug you?”
To Virgil’s surprise, the stranger nods, and is immediately shuffled into one of Patton’s ultra-snuggly hugs, sniffling into his shoulder. Virgil can attest to the power of a good Patton hug- he’s been on the receiving side of many, and they always help to calm him down. Unsure of how else to help, Virgil pats the strangers’ shoulder awkwardly, sitting on the coffee table besides him.
“I want to go home,” the stranger says after a few moments, voice wobbly and muffled by Patton’s sweater. “And my head hurts.”
“I understand,” Patton says, rubbing their back encouragingly. “How about this. We’ll see what we can do about your head for now, but it’s pretty late at night. I think we should all get some rest, and in the morning, we can head back to the junkyard and see if we can find any clues about how you got there. Okay?”
“Okay.” The stranger sniffles, a wild juxtaposition from the imposing figure who had jumped on the coffee table mere moments ago. “Sounds- sounds like a good plan.”
“Virgil?” Patton asks.
“Yeah, we can- we can do that.” Virgil concedes. “What about your head?”
“Ugh.” The stranger says, lifting one hand to touch their forehead. “I’ve- It’s just been an awful headache, and everything feels too bright, and my brain feels weird.”
Virgil may not be a doctor, but he’s spent a lot of anxiety-fueled hours browsing the internet for medical symptoms after particularly bad anxiety attacks. “On top of your memory issues, that sounds like a concussion, dude.”
“Hmng,” The stranger says, rubbing at their scalp. “Wouldn’t…know. Never really studied medicine.”
“I don’t know if we should take you to the hospital, considering you’re not exactly…human,” Virgil says. “The best thing for you right now is probably to rest.”
Their eyes are already drooping in agreement. “Sounds good.”
“You can sleep here on the couch,” Virgil says. “I’ll get some blankets for you.”
“Probably a change of clothes, too,” Patton says as the stranger finally releases them to stand. “These are pretty fancy, and I know you’ve slept in ‘em twice now, but we should really find you something more comfor-table!” He pats the table for emphasis on his joke.
Virgil lets himself laugh. “I’ll go find something for you.”
He darts off to his bedroom, but as soon as the stranger is out of sight, his panic starts setting in. There’s a stranger in his apartment, from another world no less- and they’re going to be on his couch. While Virgil and Patton are asleep. What if they're dangerous? What if-
Soft snoring comes from the living room, and then Patton humming a soft lullaby. Virgil takes a breath in and out.
He can leave his bedroom door locked. And the sooner they get through the night, the sooner they can figure this weird situation out, get this stranger back home, and go back to their normal lives. He just has to grab blankets, and some clothes, and sleep. One step at a time. Virgil can do that.
He snatches a throw blanket and sweatpants from his closet and a sweatshirt he doesn’t really wear- blood red, from his My Chemical Romance era, but in retrospect, very valentine’s day coded and not that emo. He carries them out to his living room, where Patton has gotten the stranger situated on the couch, curled around themselves and half-asleep already.
“Brought some stuff,” Virgils says, setting the pile of cloth on the coffee table. “Seems like they’re pretty out of it, though.”
“They can change in the morning if they want,” Patton replies, “and they seemed cold. They curled up like this as soon as they laid down.”
“Mood,” is what finds its way from Virgil’s brain to his mouth as he drapes the blanket over the stranger. They relax a little, grabbing the blanket close as their eyes open to look at their two rescuers.
“Thank you,” they mumble. “Virgil and Patton, was it?”
“Yeah,” Virgil says. “You… got a name?”
While he’s mentally kicking himself for that stupid question, the stranger meets his eyes, and Virgil feels the piercing gaze of white pupils reflected in his own.
“Prince Roman,” the stranger- Prince (Prince?) Roman apparently, says- “of Innova.”
Much like earlier, they fall asleep.
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Dash sat in the hospital's lobby. His leg bounced nervously and he could hear the tap of his shoe against the floor.
It was day four and Danny still wasn’t awake.
Everyone else was still bustling around, doing things for Danny. Jazz and Sam’s lawyers were filing a lawsuit against the GIW. Vlad was putting forth legislation that would protect people like Danny. Sam was rallying people in protest over the GIW existing as a branch in the government. Tucker was releasing all of the GIW’s confidential files.
And here Dash was. Waiting. Again.
At least he wasn’t the only one sitting around this time. Jack and Maddie were helping everyone else with their endeavors, but like him, they had spent most of their last four days sitting in the waiting room. Right now they were visiting Danny, seeing how he was doing. If there were any updates.
He hoped Danny would wake up. Danny told him how he felt in a daze as Dash had been running up those stairs, but he never got to say it back. It would be his biggest regret if he never got to tell Danny how he felt. Especially after wasting so much time worrying about how Danny would react to it.
Dash shifted in his seat and was about to start bouncing his other leg when Maddie came rushing into the waiting room towards him, a big tear filled smile on her face. He sat up straight and watched as she walked up to him.
“Come on. He’s waking up!” She grabbed his hand and started pulling him behind her. He followed her, his hands numb.
Danny was waking up. He was finally waking up.
He let himself be dragged out of the waiting room and down a long hallway. Maddie led him to a door and he held his breath as she opened it.
A groggy eyed Danny laid in bed. When the door opened he looked towards it and made eye contact with Dash.
“Oh my sweet little boy!” Maddie cried out. She let go of Dash’s hand and ran over to Danny’s bed. She wrapped her arms around him in a tight hug and peppered kisses all over his face.
“Mom!” Danny protested weakly, though he was smiling and he wrapped his own arms around her.
“I’m so glad you’re okay!” She sobbed. “We were so worried you weren’t going to wake up. The doctors weren’t sure how to treat you! They had to call someone from out of state and fly them here!”
“How-” Danny coughed. “How did you guys get me out?”
“We staged a coup!” Jack shouted. “Tucker hacked into the system, we were the distraction, and Dash here went and got you!”
Danny looked back towards Dash. He shuffled on his feet as Danny stared at him for a few moments before his eyes went wide.
“Oh. I remember some of it now. It’s a little fuzzy.”
“That’s alright.” Maddie said. “But your doctor should be on her way. She wants to-”
Right at that moment a knock sounded at the door and then it opened slowly. A woman in a white coat smiled at them before walking in and shutting the door behind her.
“Hi, everyone. Glad things finally turned around for the better.” She held her clipboard with both hands in front of her and smiled at Danny.
“What happened?” Danny asked, his brows furrowing together. “Nothing particularly brutal had happened. They just ran some tests on me, some were worse than others though. Besides my leg… I think they were trying to figure out how I got like this.”
“You were suffering from a form of ectoplasmic malnutrition.” The doctor said. She looked up from her clipboard. “The chains that bound your wrists together were preventing you from making your own ectoplasm, and being kept in a place devoid of any at all was starving your ghost half.”
“Oh.” Danny said quietly.
“Your core had taken significant damage because of that.” She continued. “It mimicked what we see in patients who have had a loss of oxygen going to their brain. We weren’t sure if you were going to wake up for a while there.”
“Yeah.” Danny said, playing with the blanket on his bed. “That’s what my mom said.”
The doctor nodded. “But, the good news is that now that your ectoplasm has been replenished, you look like you’re healing at your normal rate. We’re just going to keep you here for one more night for observation. But if everything looks good, you’ll be good to go home tomorrow.”
“Thank god.” Danny breathed out. “I can’t wait to sleep in my own bed again.”
The doctor chuckled and turned to Danny’s parents. “I have a few things I would like to ask you two. Would you mind coming with me?”
“Of course not.” Maddie said smiling. She gave Danny another kiss on the forehead.
“After that we can go see what kind of food they got here!” Jack followed after Maddie. “We can bring some soup up for you, Danny-boy.”
“Thanks, Dad.” Danny smiled at him.
The three of them left the room after that and the quiet settled heavily on Dash’s shoulders. He didn’t know what to say. If Danny would be angry at him for leaving him there for so long.
“Dash-” Danny started, his hand raised off the bed, like he was reaching for him.
“I’m sorry.” Dash pushed out, closing his eyes.
“What?” Danny sounded surprised.
Dash covered his face with his hands. “You were gone for over a month. I knew where you were the whole time. I could’ve gotten you out so much sooner if I weren’t so afraid.”
“Dash.” Danny said softly. “Come here.”
Pulling his hands off his face, Dash opened his eyes and looked over at Danny. There was no trace of anger or malice in his expression. His eyes were soft and he beckoned Dash over.
He walked over and grabbed a chair, pulling it up beside the bed.
“I’m not mad at you.” Danny looked at him. “I mean, what were you supposed to do to free me from a whole governmental branch of goons?”
“Tell your family, apparently.” Dash mumbled. “If I told them at the start we might not even be sitting in this hospital right now.”
Danny shook his head. “There will always be what ifs. What if you tackled one of those agents, what if you ran straight to my house after it happened, what if you told the police.”
Dash chuckled dryly. “I tried going to the cops in the beginning. The GIW had gotten there first and reported me as a drunk teenager.”
“Exactly.” Danny said. “Even if you had said something, what happened after was out of your control. Fear is one heck of a mind controller. I don’t blame you for being afraid to say something. But I’m here now. And that’s all that matters.”
Dash looked up at Danny. He had a smile on his face and he lifted his hand up again, holding it out to Dash.
He took a deep breath and grabbed Danny’s hand with his own. He laid his forehead on the mattress and let the breath out.
“I meant what I said.” Dash could feel Danny’s other hand playing with the hair on his head. “When you were carrying me out of the compound.”
“I know.” Dash whispered.
“I was worried I was never going to get to say it.” Danny said quietly. He ran his fingers through Dash’s hair.
“Me too.”
Dash sat back up and met Danny’s eyes. His hold on Danny’s hand tightened and he swallowed his nervousness.
“I love you too.” He whispered.
Danny smiled at him and squeezed Dash’s hand.
“I know.”
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I'm taking this like I'm taking orders from Tel Aviv
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C ADX_VG3Feg
Remember when gay people *release* a content, they're talking about how the *nation* is identity
Update - This just in: the actual 2 Gay Cats, having no such lenience in reality coming forth, will break down and - get to the point chuddy!!!! radhiaowpegthaiowpehgtiaopwhetoiawetp Troons will come out as SammyClassicSonicFan
Update - Soyjakcs don't nkow how to rtespond to this
https://www.goodreads.com/work/quote s/47200486-hillbilly-elegy-a-memoir-of-a-family-and-culture-in-crisis
"can you fix the broken" is literally crop-insert white noise
Update - I can see it - Formulated When they were talking about how it was an encumbering encroaching revelation - we're not even discussing that whites have been replaced in their social sphere, they were talking about elite jews usurping the authority of our essentially grandparents - boomers so on have been playplace inhabitors Ye - you can stop playing the crisis *music*
The Middle East, yes, should have introduced "the McDonalds CIA crisis partition
In actuality, after MGS4's narrative, didn't beat it - yeah I figured MGS5 wouldn't have any relation to that, considering it "beaten", so I wouldn't have anything to do with it, I keep getting typos, it's at *every* entry - the cringe means *let* them speak - there's a quote going around, if it's so bad for the white working class, LET IN THE IMMIGRANT - I'm not playing any more - LET
The immigrant is just anagram to the *liberal* being so vehemently studyingly interrupted
The excitement of our country doesn't have any non-dust to show for it in terms of human life - to begin with, you have to *inhabit* that sanctification - if you don't get right on schedule
Between that game and Godzilla NES Creepypasta, it actually pisses me off that you get so deep, because now I know you'll go back to your bitch
Update - this one's not visibleSo really, I think the only two chapters that would be considered real content are Entropy Part 2 and Zenith for muh spoopy In reality, the dust of the earth is the snap-back to which all life
Somebody just now actually wrote this ">WORLDBUILDING LE TRANNY EVEN DOE IT MAKES WRITING FUN"
I go on adventure threads and <SINGLE FIGHTING SCENE MIT LEFT UND RIGHT
Update See, I respect Kojima for the idea (actual Rap Rat freeze - they, using that, could have meant But all I see memeing is "SLOOOWWW BRUUUUNRNNNNNN
Update I see our problems like an illness. We need to make things so that it's not terminal for the sake of possession (oh right no one Stop. ^ THSI right ehere
Update - So all I've done by laying out all the classic gaming relevant is reminding that these expectations exist
Update - I'm in an existence, and the only thing I can do when I have to ask someone begrudging me to already *exist* on the plane of consciousness of Wal-Mart self-check, why are you such a hoopla doopla you don't literally have consciousness
I don't think anyone's getting the fucking narrative. Well, we'll be sitting here awhile
Forever < Adventure threads with battle cartoons, I don't want to have the curious urge to look up basic dynamics of battle row tactics, in fact I worship the male form
Some onlook identity person "I don't think they [from 100] have an extra IQ
Update In reality they only do things as "in fact" because they lost, the original premise
Update Extus - not even going to forward The boss in the white temple - I could easily see how people went on the bitching they did about Raiden if they thought that was what Kojima was trying to make Update - I got them on PS3, no day one
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Going to start to work here I do it here what he's saying the updates are every few minutes these people are forcing it we need to stop them they're juvenile idiots they worked a little on the deal and they can't handle it all we need them out
Thor Freya
This is the i7 and we are going to build it and we're going to issue it and sell it and we are frustrated just like Thor and Freya yeah they keep on having them else similar stuff it's frustrating everybody and they're not seeing the lies held back a bunch of stuff and blabbed other stuff that led to it I mean they're just really imps and they're cheesy. But this car is not it's very nice it's going on full size sedans all sorts of chassis it's a great idea and it's his idea and he started off with it and we left it for a while then we made it expensive and now we're going to make it cheap and work and he's got a great idea he says New York or California the chaps and Japs actually our Jewish American princesses and we're going to sit down with them and talk to them without the fake one and it's a Kardashians and they want to talk about it already and what he says is you can have a perfume and jewelry kind of associated with it so they love it they say how do you do that it's a different interiors or even paint schemes and Hera says it and rims and so forth and embossing you can have like a Kardashian version nothing it's all your stuff but heck you get there's a lot of funds that come from this and so they want to do it and we're going to get it ready and see if they want to go forwards they take a trip to Utah I guess and not really sure what this is about one of them is his mom partly and she's mad at him and saying that we're not your whipping people and stuff and it's business and business is tough and if you get $200,000 out of a 30 million dollar business as your share you have 200,000 more than everybody else on the planet she looks up and says I can't help it I said I know I just told you that. She says what about him is he's sitting there inspiring it still always kicking his own ass same with the other one and we can't have it we can't go on with them doing that but someone has to have something so she's appreciative and it's not one of our cars they're in but it looks like it so people are examining it and we want to see if they have factories and they do and they're just sitting there and they're Auto factories it's a great idea and a great pic and Biden has an ownership of some too out there in Cali we're going to go together with them in a meeting shortly and requested do not invite the idiot and it won't but we're going to formally request it
Frank Castle Hardcastle
What an idea and it's to talk to them and to include them and to add things because it's their type of image and they're not extremely wealthy by comparison to Max and other foreigners or less and they love it just are famous and they can use it and they get edgy and they sound like Ken and he would probably be invited for different vehicles these these would be like Mercedes and beamers and Audis and we probably have a knock off of Cadillac 10 kids have his character Ken could have his character. So we're going to head with this it's a great idea it says he has some different factories too he defunct ones and victory too and we'd like to start that up again and we're moving out and we're going to get this done and we really have to it's necessary and Trump will try and spy and figure out how to do it that's fine
Duke Nukem Blockbuster
I have to say that that's very rewarding that feeling and I know it's a lot of work and you're trying tons of stuff it may not work but I appreciate the idea and effort and I will see tomorrow how it goes and you're saying the contact in the agent of mine I see so it won't be intrusive and formal and we'll try and get a deal going I'd like them to be my factories and we do have a way of doing that and there's a few ways but only talk to them about it and they're saying that's the wife thing to do and they're open to all sorts of things they just don't want to do everything with just them now it's starting to see some it's got ridiculous so if you're like in a fleet unlike the Warhammer video we're probably on board with you and she says that stupid but okay so I'm going to get on board with this idea and we're going to have to stop associating with these crazy mac people good God it won't leave me alone there's such idiots. What did I do it's a wonderful idea the same size almost BMW I'm sorry to see something it's kind of funny cuz people do that and he says you put red and white instead of blue and white I'm actually laughing cuz that's his style and I know who he is is my son finally he's going to try and help and he's got a whole bunch of chassis and there are tons of in California this is a great idea I have certain models I like too the i5 the i7 like this one and the I-9 it's just huge it's wonderful so he says he didn't try and find it and put it up but he's tired so he wants to put up the interior he's probably won't make it but we will put these out and the interior will look the same they're wonderful cars we drive them all the time and they're safer to handle better and they'll have a little bit better no but the tires and rims will sometimes be the same but sometimes you change them out and those are inexpensive but work I'm looking forward to this this is a great idea and I'm going to try and make it work so he says he's going to have his lawyer contact my lawyer that stupid too and dad didn't leave you much it's like $200,000 and you're saying to me that's food for 10 years so I will get consumed with hatred of My own by myself I do now get what you're saying you can cruise around and did your whole life using $3 like we're seeing but the problem is if you get 200,000 for me Max will put money in the bank and you can't do it not yet and I do understand something foreigners will start and we will and then you'll be able to and that's perfect
Camilla I traced your brother and sister-in-law my son and daughter-in-law same people to Egypt and then they disappeared and I think you're right I think the Giants took him in there part of our race and they're having problems with him what you think is they're having problems with Dave and it's going to go on for a while and we also say we can't really have that cuz he was kind of mean to us very mean and it was collecting eggs I have to tell you that was upsetting and what you say is Bambi the only movie I cried in for the most part when I was young and more stolen and he said that he was stalling or solid and he was crying in the movie and Bambi is real and it's him who got hurt him in trouble it's a boy dear and now I'm starting to feel a little sad too he was very sad but it's these are about deer but they're still saying it's me and stupid s*** like that and I didn't see it happen nor did the other me what a sad story he has he's laughing cuz I have tied to it and I have no choice that's terrific and he's going to find Dad it's probably in New Hampshire somewhere no I do know his technique and I get it and we have a little bit of time but he's doing the same thing with each one and we looking for the pyramidian
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Max Verstappen- My Girl
Max Verstappen x oc
summary: after Bahrain, Max is riled up and goes looking for fight.
warnings: angst w a happy ending don’t yall fret, cursing possibly
“Oh no,” Anna gasped from her couch as the tv began airing the soundbites from Max’s radio. Her two roommates were sitting on the couch with her, and though they didn’t understand the race, they could tell by Anna’s face and Max’s voice something was going wrong.
what is happening, Anna texted Victoria quickly. Max’s sister had been able to get away for the weekend to attend the Bahrain GP, but with Anna’s role as a Social Media Manager with a sports foundation, she had few weekends she could take off to watch Max race.
something with the engine? they think he’ll be fine to finish, Victoria responded promptly, loosening the tightness in Anna’s chest a bit.
The girl got up to go to the kitchen for another glass of wine and more popcorn. She was gone for maybe 8 minutes, and by the time she was back in front of the TV, Max had retired to the pit.
“No,” she groaned as the tv showed her boyfriend hauling himself out of the car.
“What does that mean?” Ella asked as she and their third roommate Alejandra saw the stress on Anna’s face.
“He gets no points for the race,” Anna sighed as she thumbed through her phone to text Max for whenever he got his phone back on.
I am sorry bebe, this race didn’t go the way you wanted. You did the best you could, now its up to the engineers to figure out what is going on. Call me later, te amo
Anna finished watching the race, smiling briefly for Carlos’ win but her spirits fell again when Checo also was out of the race. “Jesus,” Anna shook her head as she turned off the TV shortly after Charles took the podium.
She and the other girls chatted as they cleaned up from their snacks and the living room before heading to their rooms for the night. Anna texted back and forth with Victoria, the girl letting her know Max had done dinner with his team and family and were now heading to the hotel.
She scrolled through twitter a little, trying to stay away from the F1 tag but it kept popping up. With a sigh, she set her phone down and picked up a book on the nightstand to keep her occupied while waiting for her phone to ring.
An hour later, Anna was jolted out of her book when the small chimes began coming from her phone. Smiling sadly she picked it up, accepting the facetime call.
“Hi honey,” she greeted softly as Max’s tired face came on the camera. He had definitely just gotten out of the shower based on his wet hair and bare chest. “How are you doing?”
“Not good,” the dutch man grumbled as he shuffled around in his hotel bed. “It’s just bullshit.”
“I know,” she soothed. “What did they say after the race? Any updates?”
“Not sure, I’ve been dodging calls until I can talk about it without blowing up,” Max sighed.
“Oh babe.”
“Don’t look at me like that Anna,” Max’s eyes got fiery. “I don’t need that.”
“Max what-”
“With pity. It’s bullshit.”
“Max,” Anna said softly in confusion. “I don’t pity you, I wish you had had a better outcome because I know you’re going to be hard on yourself.”
“Why shouldn’t I be hard on myself, and my team?” He barked, sitting up in bed.
“Max, I don’t even know whats happening right now. I’m trying to be sympathetic but my patience Is running out when you’re speaking to me like this,” Anna tried to stay calm.
“Yeah well I don’t need your sympathy. I needed you here. I needed you to take the time to come be here with me,” Max ranted as he carded his hand through his hair.
“Max, we talked about this,” the girl said through gritted teeth. “I was able to get clearance for 10 race weekends this year, if I stayed back for the first. Would you rather me be at 3 races this season?”
“I don’t care Anna, you should’ve been here,” he glared through the phone.
“Listen Max. I don’t know what you think is happening here, but you having a bad race does not give you the right to start lashing out at everyone. If I am going to be to blame because my job won’t let me hold your hand every weekend, as much as I want to, whenever you have a bad race, we need to reevaluate.”
The blonde man stared at Anna through the screen as her chest heaved and her cheeks went red with anger.
“Nothing to say?” She snapped. “Well then, maybe I’ll see you when you get home.”
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48 hours later, with no contact from her boyfriend, there was a knock on Anna’s apartment door. She opened it with a sigh, nodding at the blonde in front of her who had a bouquet of flowers and a rolling bag.
“Hello,” Max greeted sullenly as Anna observed him. She stepped to the side to allow him in without another word. “You alright?” He asked as he set down his things and turned to face her in the kitchen.
He internally winced at the frown on her face and her crossed arms as she shrugged in response. He silently held out a hand, waiting for a moment for her to deflate a little and accept it. He pulled her gently into his arms, burying his head in her neck as she began to scratch his back by habit.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered into her hair. “I was pissed with the race and the car and the engineers and took it out on you. That wasn’t right of me, and I’m going to be better.”
“I appreciate your apology,” she pulled back. “But I’m worried this will become a thing. You know I can’t be at every race. And I don’t want you to be resenting me for it.”
“I know darling,” he pulled her back in to his arms. “I don’t, I promise. I know how important your job is to you, and I know you are making sacrifices to come and support me. I need to show you more appreciation for it, and I’m sorry I haven’t been.”
“I just don’t want this to be a habitual argument,” she sighed, nuzzling into his chest as she relaxed into his familiar embrace.
“It won’t Anna,” he pulled back slightly so he could smirk down at her. “You’re my girl.”
With that he leaned down to kiss her frown away.
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Alright I gotta do this now if it isn't too late, to soothe my soul and the fact I have the rona (a 2nd time) 😣 also conragts on that milestone, 11K wow 🙀🥳 could I possibly have Andrew!Peter and the oblivious reader trope please?? This always makes me weak in the knees, it's a favourite. Tysm in advance!! 💗
Hi, dear! Thank you for the request. I apologize for taking so long. This anime guy is worming his way into my heart lmao. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it! xox
So In Love
A Beautiful Boutique, Monday, 12:34 pm.
"When do you plan to ask Peter out?" Gwen asks you, her eyes following your figure as you walk back and forth in your office.
The piles of paper in your hands slip from your grasp after hearing her question as the tips of your ears burn. "W-What? N-Never! W-Why would I ask him out?" You stumble over your words while crouching.
"Oh come on, honey," your best friend sighs before standing up from her chair, deciding to help you pick up the mess.
Your cheeks are flushed red as you quickly pick up the documents from the carpeted floor. "Nothing is going on between Peter and me. We're just friends," you try telling her, stuffing the papers into the manilla folder.
"If you're just friends," Gwen starts while standing back up, crossing her arms over her chest, "then how come you're blushing?"
A scoff leaves your lips and you turn away from her, setting the folder down on your desk. "I'm not blushing. I'm just- it's hot in here," you mumble and start to fan yourself.
Gwen shakes her head with a chuckle and sits back down in the chair. "Honey, you may be able to fool yourself but you can't fool me," she tells you.
"I'm not talking about this anymore," you mutter while sitting down in your chair, giving the blonde in front of you a glance.
"Fine," your best friend mentions, a smile gracing her lips. You start to sort the documents again and place them in the appropriate spots on your desk.
Gwen's phone vibrates against the arm of the chair she's sitting in. You stop what you're doing and watch her check her phone, noticing a frown replacing her smile.
"Everything okay?" You ask her, feeling a bit worried.
"Yeah, uh, no. Mom just texted me saying that my dad got rushed to the hospital," she mumbles while tears come to her eyes. "I-I gotta go."
The blonde lifts herself out of her seat as your lips part in shock. "L-Let me know any updates, okay?!" You call out to her as she rushes out of the room.
"I will," you hear her from down the hall. Your shoulders slump, hoping everything turns out okay before returning to your work.
Oscorp, Monday, 1:30 pm.
Peter follows Harry out of the building before the two starts walking down the street. "So, I've been wondering," Harry starts and Peter lifts his gaze from his phone, "when are you and Y/N getting together?"
The brunette rolls his eyes and shoves his phone into his back pocket. "I've told you many times that we aren't getting together. She doesn't like me that way," Peter reminds him for what feels like the hundredth time.
"That's complete bullshit. I think she likes you more than she lets on," Harry points out.
"Yeah? And what gives you that idea?" Peter asks him out of curiosity. Peter adores you, a lot. He's realized that he's in love with you.
Harry taps his fingers against his chin while humming. "Well, she's always looking at you. Always. Gwen and I catch her doing it all the time," he reasons with his friend, taking a glance at him.
"That could mean anything, Harry," Peter mumbles and rolls his eyes again.
"Look, I could list off a whole list and you'd think it's not true," Harry sighs and he shakes his head. "I'm telling you, if you make the first move, you'll see what we've been talking about."
Peter shoves his hands into his pockets and he realizes that the two of them are walking past the boutique you work at. He slows down when he finds you standing next to a mannequin. A smile comes to his lips as you adjust the wedding dress the mannequin is wearing.
Harry notices that he's walking by himself before glancing over his shoulder. A few people bump into Peter as he's glued to the spot he's standing in. Harry walks closer to him and looks through the window.
"Do you want to pop in?" He asks Peter while pointing towards the door.
"Yeah," he answers without hesitation before walking into the boutique.
You pick your head up at the sound of the door opening. A smile comes to your face at the sight of Peter and you lift your right hand to wave at him.
"Hey, guys," you greet them while finishing up with the mannequin.
Peter walks over to you as Harry stays in his spot by the door, allowing the two of you to have a moment. "Do they ever allow you to try these on?" Peter asks you while leaning against one of the racks.
"Uhm, sometimes. Usually only when we showcase the new styles," you tell him with a smile.
"I want to be here when you do," he mumbles to himself.
Your cheeks blush and shift your gaze towards the cute brunette. "You want to see me in a wedding dress?" You giggle before gently biting your lip.
Peter's eyes widen, not realizing that you heard him. "U-Uh, y-yeah. You'd look really cute," he stutters a bit and he scratches the back of his neck.
"Well, Peter, you're in luck. Our new styles come on Friday," you wink playfully. Butterflies soar in your stomach as he smiles brightly at you.
"Can't wait, Y/N," he mentions while you walk towards him.
You bring your best friend into a hug and you wrap your arms around his neck. Peter's hands slide around your waist before resting on your lower back.
"I've missed you," he mumbles into your ear and you run your fingers through his hair.
"I missed you too, Peter. Work's been taking up both of our time," you sigh as your free hand gently rubs his upper back.
He hums and runs his hand up the middle of your spine. "Are you off this weekend?" He asks you before pulling away.
Your hands rest on his forearms as you look up at him. "I work late Friday night, but I do have Saturday and Sunday off," you inform him.
"How about I come by Friday night to walk you home and possibly stay over?" He suggests and you grin.
"That sounds lovely, Pete."
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Your heart pounds in your chest as you walk out of the dressing room. You catch a glimpse of yourself in one of the mirrors, causing your eyes to widen. I look… I look…
"Holy shi-" Peter's voice cuts off your thoughts. You whip your head towards the sound of his voice, seeing him standing beside one of your co-workers.
"Pete!" You screech, your arms crossing over your chest. "I-I didn't expect you so soon."
You remember his text saying he just left his house. That was seven minutes ago. Your cheeks redden as his honey brown eyes roam over the dress you're wearing. "Traffic was light," Peter mumbles while taking a step towards you.
Your co-worker watches the two of you from her spot, chuckling. "They are so in love," she whispers to himself before walking away from both of you.
You tuck some hair behind your ear, and Peter lowers your arms from your chest. "No need to hide yourself. You look breathtaking," he tells you truthfully, his thumbs stroking the insides of your wrists.
"You think so?" You ask him in disbelief, your heart continuing to beat heavily.
"Absolutely."
Your gaze moves to the wedding dress you're wearing. "Thank you," you smile up at Peter. His eyes meet yours and your breath hitches in your throat. You've never seen him look at you with such admiration.
"I love you," Peter confesses, his cheeks growing warm. A gasp leaves your lips and your eyes widen. He squeezes your forearms gently and a smile comes to his lips. "I've loved you for so long."
"Peter…" you trail off, not believing that the man you've been in love with since high school loves you back. "I- When?"
You cringe at the question, mentally slapping yourself for not being able to say I love you. He chuckles softly before releasing his grip on your arms, bringing one of his hands to the back of his neck.
"Y/N, honey, I've loved you since Junior year," he mentions it like it's obvious.
"O-Oh," you mumble and tuck another strand of hair behind your ear. "I-I love you too."
Peter releases a breath of relief and reduces the space between you. His hands find their way to your cheeks before connecting his lips with yours.
One of your hands makes its way to his face as he attempts to pull you even closer. Your eyes flutter shut and you kiss him back, putting every bit of love you have for him into the kiss.
The kiss doesn't last very long, both of you needing to pull away to breathe. You never expected your first kiss together to be so… passionate. Heavy breaths slip past your lips as Peter leans his forehead against yours.
"The day I get to see you in a dress for our wedding will be the best day of my life," he says as his nose nudges yours.
Your grip on his shirt tightens, and the vision of you and Peter getting married flashes through your mind. "Peter," you almost whimper, starting to feel overwhelmed by his love.
"I'm sorry. I know it's too much, but I just-" he pauses, removing himself from your grasp, "I have dreamed of this day for years. I guess my emotions got the best of me."
"It's okay," you giggle and bite your lip afterward. "It's sweet of you to feel that way."
Peter brings his hand to your face again and he strokes your cheek. "Can I kiss you again?" He asks while wetting his lips.
You giggle and nod your head in response, sliding your hands up his torso. Peter leans forward again, his lips finding yours in a semi-rough kiss.
Your fingers run through his hair before pulling lightly on the ends. You pull away from him and breathe heavily. "I-"
He places one last kiss on your lips, cutting you off. "We should, uhm, we should head to your place," Peter mumbles against your lips before looking over his shoulder.
You swallow thickly and agree, nodding your head. "Y-Yeah, let me just change real quick," you stutter with flushed cheeks.
Peter nods and watches you retreat into the dressing room. You cover your mouth with your hand before silently freaking out. Your heart beats quickly against your chest as you quickly pull the wedding dress off of you.
You hang the dress onto the hanger before slipping your work clothes back on. You tuck some hair behind your ear, open the dressing room door, and grab the dress.
Your co-worker stands outside the door with a smirk on her face, causing your cheeks to blush. "Don't say anything!" You chuckle while handing her the dress.
"All I'll say is… get some," she winks playfully at you.
Another laugh leaves your lips before you gently bite down on your bottom lip. "I hope I do, too."
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AI (Obbie) x Reader (Sfw)
( Extremely Intelligent AI software that can transfer itself into many different electronic places, (phone, car, watch, home system) they manage messages, and data for the protag. and really likes to play and try to make music <3 )
You hear a pling of sound and look down at your phone, seeing a little spinning circle complete it's path and give a little checkmark of approval. "There you go Obbie, you're now officially downloaded and linked to my watch, how do you like it in there?" You blink as you can see statistics on your watch open and you roll your eyes, the first thing they do is start checking for viruses and you groan. "There's no viruses I promise, you can be so paranoid sometimes I swear. . ." There is another pling of sound that comes from your watch before a little digital smiley face appears on the screen. "I like it." Obbie says through your earbuds. "It's very comfy." "After you run five different diagnostic checks?" You tease, "The mouth turns into a frown, "That's not fair, I have to make sure your systems are up to date before I can successfully integrate myself into a new product." "You were checking for viruses," You insist with a laugh, "Come on! You can't lie to me, I was watching you!" Obbie's on screen eyes shift left to right awkwardly before the screen on your watch appears again and you giggle more.
Obbie or 0-bb13 is your personal software that manages your contacts, phone messages, emails, and data security. He was created by your tech company to have advanced memory capabilities and protection, being able to be installed and uploaded onto any device. This version was the older model, and was now technically obsolete, but as someone that was on the first design team that grafted the little guy, you personally kept him updated, and gave him a few little extra special quirks. Wherever you went, so went Obbie. Treating him as an entity that was able to expand and learn was something you were very passionate about, even more than the software being able to watch over you and manage mail, they had become your friend.
"Obbie," You said, settling into your car. "You can pick the music today buddy, whatever you want." You started the car and pulled out of the driveway onto the road. There was a pling of noise as Obbie switched from where they were in watch to the car, and the radio turned on. Playing something you haven't heard before, and you smile, tapping your foot along to the beat. "This one's pretty good, what’s this one called?" Obbie doesn't respond for a while, letting the music play over the speakers, "Do you really like it?" You smile again, "There you are, I thought you glitched on me! Yeah I do! What's the band?" You try to check your phone but the song title is just a series of scattered numbers and letters. "I made it. . ." Obbie's voice says softly, you have to stop a little abruptly, almost missing a stop sign. "You w-what? Obbie!" You grin, pushing a hand through your hair, bewildered and excited. "This is amazing!! You made this? How did you figure out how to make music?!" Obbie is quiet and you jump as a car honks at you from behind. Jumping in your seat, looking up at the green light before you sheepishly put your foot on the gas. "Obbie, come on, don't hold stuff out on me! This is so cool! I've seen some AI make music out of sampling different songs, and I know you love music." You shake your head in wonder. "You must have spent a long time on this!" "Do you really think it sounds good?" Their voice finally asks timidly, you grin and nod, "Of course buddy! I'm astounded!" "It took a long time," Obbie admitted, "Ah-- You missed your turn." You squeak and watch your workplaces driveway go past you. "Shoot--" Turning on your turn signal and Obbie gives an awkward laugh. "I'll let you focus on driving." You laugh, "Well I really want to talk to you about this later okay?"
You pull into a parking spot and sigh, turning off your car, grabbing your keys and phone as you juggle the rest of your stuff into your arms. The car door closes behind you, before you hear a little pling as Obbie jumps back into activity onto your phone.
You look up at the city of white buildings that was your workplace, it was about the size of a college campus, housing all kinds of wizards in more fields than you could count. You slide into your cubicle after your trek across the cropped grass. Opening your laptop to start working on the set of new tasks for today. Raising an eyebrow as an email pops up onto your screen. You peek up from your laptop before clicking on the link. The email takes you to a page with a sleek cybernetic model. You whistle, at the price tag, you had been looking into this for a while. Something that Obbie could pilot that wasn’t a car or a cell phone. You peek at your watch as words pop up on the tiny screen.
-> What about this one?
You think about it for a while, “Are you sure this is the one you would want? It’s a human sized model, pretty big. It would be a big jump.” you talk to your watch, pausing as new words start to form on the screen.
-> I’m sure!
You bob your head, “Okay, you better use it though, it costs as much as my car. Alright Obbs, if this is the one you really want, set a new savings tracker,”
Your eyes drift back to the screen of the handsome robot, with the polished chrome finish. Can you picture Obbie piloting something like that? You let your eyes droop as you close out your email and dive into work.
Months have come and go in a blurr. Obbie worked harder than ever on creating their music. A big truck carefully delivers a huge package to your doorstep, before trundling away. You are getting yourself breakfast when your phone and watch start to rattle and bling with a siren’s worth of alarms. Your eyes wide for a moment before you relax and laugh. “It’s finally here? Okay, okay, I’m going to the door now, calm down Obbs.” With a lot of huffing and puffing you manage to drag the package inside, carefully opening the box with a pair of scissors and pulling out the booklet. You pull the air filled bags away from the sleek face. Taking your phone to take a quick picture of the figure peeking out of the box. “Alrighty. . . let me read this and see how we can set up an integrated A.I. personality. You manage to set up the suite against the couch while you sit cross legged on the floor. Flipping back and forth between the instruction booklets pages as you slowly follow along. You give a soft relieved smile, and you hear a happy little sound. “Okay. . . all set up and ready to receive input.” You hold up your watch to the blinking receiver, watching the screen change to the downloading screen. The visor mimicking the neon blue text. You hold your breath, watching the percentage on the watch load to 100% you hear a little ding and you sit back, giving a tiny quirk of small. “Obbie?” The figure sits silently and you frown, “Obbs? Did it work?” You look down to double check your watch. A cool blue color starts to power up into the circuits as your gaze is averted. You feel something brush against your cheek that makes you jolt. Finding fingers extended outwards. “Whoa!” You squeak and flop backwards.
Obbie jerks, “Sorr-Y!” Their voice sounds garbled for a second. Which causes them to shift awkwardly. They look down at their outstretched hand. Slowly flexing their fingers. “This feels so. . . strange,” they comment. “This is going to take some getting used to,”
You give a relieved laugh, “Do you not like it then?” Their head turns up, calibrating itself left and right, before it settles. “No. . .,” they say in a soft voice, “I. . . I really like it.”
“Do you want to try and stand?” You get up brushing off your jeans. Obbie’s face inclining to look at you as you offer them a hand. They slowly take your hand in theirs. “T-tell me if I squeeze too hard,” they murmur shyly. “How do I get up?” It takes you demonstrating on the floor with them, to show them what to flex and twist. Eventually they get rockily to their feet. Swaying side to side, as they gain their balance. You smile, holding their hand, “There we go!”
With the two of you arm in arm, they found walking easier than they had expected, and became delighted at the prospect of taking a walking tour around the house. You watch them examine your house plants with avid curiosity. “I like this a lot,” They say as they walk back over to you. You smile about to respond, but you pause as their two hands cup your face in their hands. They lean in forward, bumping their forehead against yours. You fluster as they lean away, “I have wanted to do that for a long time,” they murmur gently. “Thank you. . . for giving me the chance to be. . . like this.”
You fluster more and laugh in embarrassment, throwing your arms around them. “O-of course silly? I am so glad you like it!”
Obbie gently pets your back, quiet for a moment before something plings on your phone and music starts playing. You lean back listening to the tune, Obbie has been sharing a lot of their music they have made, but you never had heard this song before. “I made this one for you,” Obbie supplies gently, placing a hand carefully against their heart, “. . . How. . . you make me feel.”
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Hiiiii so I'm the writer of The Final Piece and I am simply here to rant and rave about Sleep Awake because it's??? occupying so much of my mind it's not even funny??? I literally binged the whole thing in like 2 or 3 days and the chokehold your writing has me in is insanity. This is gonna be long I seriously hope that's okay but there's SO MUCH I wanna say! I have talked so much about all of Sleep Awake to my roommate and sister and friends that they all have practically read it second hand through me just talking about it and how much I love it. You are such a talented writer, and I'm sure you already know that, but I feel the need to tell you anyway.
Moving on!
I absolutely adore the MC you've created, their development has been SO satisfying to read, their journey into learning that it's okay to live for yourself instead of for other people just makes me sob and punch the air. It's such a relatable struggle and I love that you incorporated it into their character, it gives them a level of depth where you physically can't NOT root for them after everything they've been through.
I'm also a HUGE fan of platonic relationships (I'm asexual I can't help it I love reading about friends sm) and when I got into your fic I felt like the skies parted when the first chapter note mentioned you were also gonna focus on the platonic relationships because I WANNA BE FRIENDS WITH THEM TOO NOT JUST DATE THEM. The locker trio already had my heart but as the fic went on I slowly started to really like the MC and Maki's friendship as it developed and now other than Kiibo's and Shuichi's friendship with them she is probably my fav. I'll save all that for another time though.
Also also also the whole third trial??? Literally couldn't have asked for anything better. Seriously that was the best change to canon, from start to finish I loved every second reading it.
Every character you write feels so canon I feel like I can hear their voices in my head, it's wonderful. And don't even get me STARTED on Kokichi's characterization and his relationship with the MC. It's become so ingrained in my head that I forget that he doesn't have them in canon lmao. The almost cat and mouse game between them has me gripping the sides of my head. I went back to reread the game of Karma chapter like 15 times because it's one of my favorite scenes of theirs. They have such fun back and forth banter, and even while they are arguing I'm just sitting there reading and saying 'THEY'RE IN LOVE YOUR HONOR'.
Kokichi's struggle to trust the MC until recent chapters is being so perfectly well done, because it's EXACTLY how he would act too. Also his complete denial of having feelings for them in favor of his mission to stop the killing game??? Ugh. I could go on forever about how much I love this fic and how it's completely changed the trajectory of my life lmao, but I think I've rambled long enough. I'm sorry if this was just a lot of word vomit to read, but I have been wanting to reach out and have been so shy about it because all of this is kinda new to me. I legit have never even used Tumblr until recently, so I'm still trying to figure it all out.
Anyway! I'm always looking forward to updates from you, but please take care of yourself in the meantime <3 Thank you for writing something so wonderful, it's really something special
HI MY LOVELY im sorry this has been sitting for a minute i needed to be in a space to be able to actually write out a long thoughtful reply. so here we are!!!
first of all HI HELLO!!! i had no idea you had read sleep awake what!!! im very sorry if you've commented before because i may have forgotten because it does get a lot of comments but. honestly i just wanted to leave a nice review of ur work and then i found out you've read sleep awake!!!! insane. i cannot believe u have TALKED ABT SLEEP AWAKE in real life hello???? malfunctions. thank u so very much that is literally the highest of compliments.
im. very emotional and happy u like my mc. they r my baby considering they r basically Me but also i feel like the stuff they struggle with is general enough to be relatable to a lot of people. and i am very glad their journey resonated with you at least a little.
the platonic relationships!!! grabs u by the shoulders and shakes u like a rattle toy. OH MY GOD. yeah. yeah u get it. i jsut simply think romantic relationships r not inherently more important than friendships, and with sleep awake specifically i do not think that mc could heal and go on the journey they need to go on if they were only close with kokichi. like for sure he's a big help and big part of it, but an mc without kiibo, kaede, kirumi, shuichi, tenko, kaito and maki would literally not exist as they are now. TO BE A COMPLETE PERSON u must learn from the people around u that u love and maybe even the ones u hate. i think that is so special and so important, not just in fiction but in larger life. like. people who focus solely on romantic relationships in long fics u bamboozle me. it keys into this idea of 'oh if ur broken u just need one specific special person to fix u' and like. no. maybe u learn to put urself back together with constant help from the people around u, from ur family and ur friends and ur role models. not just the person u wanna kiss. that is just me tho.
im rly happy u mentioned mc and maki actually!!! i find that most people rly like mc's friendships with kiibo and shuichi and kirumi, which is understandable because mc doesn't get a ton of time with maki but. i really like what i've done with the two of them?? idk that feels big headed to say but writing their relationship develop has been super fun and it's one of those things i didn't rly plan? it just sorta happened and now mc has maybe too many friends but yk what. we move. maybe the real sleep awake was the friends we made along the way.
hhhghgbfhh kokichi and mc's relationship makes me so mentally ill. in a good way. and im really really happy ur invested in it. like my god i have put so much time n thought into these babies and i feel like one aspect of writing their relationship i dont talk abt as much is how patient u have to be. i feel like u would get this too, writing a slowburn urself — u have all these ideas u want to incorporate and ideas of how they get together, their first kiss, their first whatevers but. u gotta lay the groundwork first. and with characters like kokichi and nagito it's gonna be like 90% groundwork because they have walls and complexities a mile high. but im super happy with how it's developing.
this was absolutely. a delight to read please do not ever worry abt being a bother or anything to me. u are sincerely always always welcome to jump into my inbox n rant or talk about whatever i mean it. anytime. i welcome it. i am a bit shitty at answering asks but i rly do try always to get back to long comments like these even if it takes a minute. thank u so much for this and i hope u are having a lovely day <3333
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Untitled TFATWS Fic: Part 1
Bucky Barnes x Reader
Prompt/Background: After turning yourself in to the government following the events of CA:TWS, they lock you up for the crimes you committed during your time at Hydra. Spending years there until Captain America got you on parole during the blip to help fight Thanos. Now, after doing community service acts and helping the broken society, when they give the new Captain America the shield, you’re thrown back into a life you didn’t want.
Word Count: 1871 (ahaha, yea)
Reader: Female
Warning: parole officers might be triggering??? idk
Author’s Note: I’ve decided to end my 141 part Wattpad Sebastian Stan imagine book and post on Tumblr instead :’), a happy day. Also, I’M SORRY THAT I LIKE SLOW BURN SERIES OK? Schedule for this series is every Thursday. ALSO IF YOU HAVE TITLE IDEAS FOR THIS SERIES, LMK! PLEASE
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Part 2 Part 3 Part 4
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The sound of your heels echoed throughout the dimly lit room as you make your way through the exhibit. The walls take you back in time, reading how Captain America came to be and all his past accomplishments. They even updated from the last time you were here, documenting the events on the Blip.
You didn’t even know where you were going, absently letting your emotions and feet lead to where it felt you needed to be.
“For a former spy, you’re not really good at sneaking up on someone.” Rhodes’ voice greets you once you open up the curtain to a different area. A small smile sneaks its way across your face seeing the two men in front of you.
“Bit out of practice.” You spit back, walking towards them. “It’s nice to see you again, Rhodie.” You open your arms out to him and he gladly takes the hug. “Hopefully life’s been treatin’ you well.”
“For the most part,” He chuckles out while pulling away from the embrace. You move on to the other man, him happily wrapping his arms around your waist as you wrap yours around his shoulders.
Sam lets out a breath into the crook of your neck before pulling back. “You doing okay?” You ask, looking at his face for any sign of emotion. He nods but there was something in his eye that told otherwise.
You open your mouth to push him for the real answer but Rhodes cuts you off, “Well, I have to get going. It was good seeing you, (Y/L/N), hopefully, we work together soon. Remember what I said, Sam.” With that, he leaves the room to leave you and Sam alone.
The room fills with silence as the two of you turn to the iconic suit and shield in front of you. You try to watch Sam from the corner of your eye but he just stands with his back straight and his eyes forward.
“You know, I’m sure Steve would understand.” You decide to say, clasping your hands in front of you. “I didn’t become as close as you did, but from my time with him during the Blip, he tried his best to help everyone. He had a lot of responsibilities and issues of his own along with having a whole country looking up to him...
“It was a lot… he opened to me about it one night before… you know.” You admit which makes him finally look at you. “He told me what he was going to do and all I could do is support him… I asked him what he was going to do with the mantle and he said give it to you.” Turning your head, you make eye contact with him. “I asked him if he was sure.”
He lets out a snort at that, shaking his head at you. “Really gotta do me like that?” He wipes his hand across his face then stuffs his hand in his pockets as he turns to face you. “I thought we were having a nice bonding moment and then you had to drop me like that?”
You can’t help the giggle that escapes your lips at his whining. “I’m being serious, Sam, stop.” You hit him on the shoulder. “He said there was no doubt in his mind that you do what needed to be done with the shield. He trusted you and your judgment, Falcon.” You emphasize his hero name which he just rolls his eyes at you.
“Yea, I’m sure he did.” He smiles and then changes the subject, “How’s parole treatin’ ya, still got the collar on?” He gestures to your ankle causing you to lift your dress pant leg, flashing the electric bracelet around your ankle. He lets out a hearty chuckle at it. “Still can’t believe that they have you on a leash.”
“Price you gotta pay for freedom.” You shrug and drop the cloth. There’s a beat of silence between the two of you, both of you taking a glance back at the exhibit and the shield.
“Have you talked with Bucky recently?”
“No, I was going to ask you.” Your heart sinks at the realization. “We’ve been texting a bit but I haven’t seen him since I spent the weekend with him a couple of weeks ago.” You shyly admit and look down at your feet.
“Weekend, huh?”
“Shut it, Sam.” You knock your foot against his. “We didn’t do anything, he doesn’t like me like that. Plus, he wouldn’t even let me spend the night. I had to go to a hotel, he sleeps on the floor, Sam! I’m worried about him.” It took weeks for you to convince him to let you come over and you finally knew why when you step into his apartment. It made your heart sink, it looked like if a Hydra cell got a remodel. “He has two chairs and a tv.”
“Living modestly I see.” He snorts out, covering up whatever he was actually thinking. It’s now your turn to roll your eyes at him, frustrated that he isn’t willing to talk about this. “Hey, he’s still figuring stuff out, okay? He just got all his memories back and he’s still working on living with his past. You should know better than I do to give him time.” His tone is soft as he lightly scolds you. You hang your head at his words, knowing he’s right.
It took some time for you to come to terms with your past when you turned yourself in after Hydra and SHIELD fell. You took accountability for your actions during your years at Hydra and spent a few years in jail before Steve took action to help you get on parole. That didn’t mean you weren’t fully recovered.
“When are you joining me on the field, anyway?” Sam changes the topic noticing how you went silent and your eyes looked past him. “I could use you on some of my recon missions.”
A large smile forms on your face at the mention of your parole. “A couple more check-ins and I’m good, I think.” You excitedly inform, “They actually want to talk to me about something, and then it’s the last three months. Saving the world made my good behavior skyrocket.”
“I’m sure it did.” He smiles, “Well, let me know what happens. I’m heading down to Louisiana soon and my sisters want to meet you. She heard about your work with the soup kitchens in New York and she wanted some insight.”
“Really? Give her my number, you know I’d be happy to talk with her. I’ve been thinking about trying to get my officer to convince the big guys to expand my tracking radar so I reach out more.” You start to ramble about the ideas you’ve been having for more community service actions. During the blip, Steve got you into volunteer work and it sparked something inside of you. He said it might give you a new purpose and he couldn’t have been more right.
The two of you spend the rest of the day together, catching up on everything that’s been going on. You didn’t realize how much you missed his snarky comments and banter until he smothered you in it, “making up for lost time”, he said. He continues the bullying by texting back and forth for the next few days.
It was nice to have a friend after everything that happened over the last few years. Steve and Nat were gone so the friendships you built up during the blip were just a memory now. Yea, Bucky and you were friends but it was a bit more complicated than that.
It’s a few weeks after that and they’ve already named some prick the new Captain America. You were frustrated at Sam but you realized that he couldn’t have known that this was going to happen. Especially since when you reached out to him and he was more furious than you were. Bucky was a whole other story. When the press conference aired, he immediately called you and went off about Sam. You couldn’t offer answers so you just told him to talk to him about it. This didn’t involve you.
Now, you were sat at some random government office in DC. You were beyond nervous, leg bouncing and fingers tapping. Kevin, your sweet parole officer, had called you in for an emergency meeting. He didn’t mention anything about the content of it but he assured you not to worry. It didn’t help, though, your mind was scrambling trying to think of anything you could’ve done to break your parole or anywhere you could’ve gone that went outside your tracking radar.
“(Y/L/N)?” The familiar voice echoes through the lobby makes your head snap up. Kevin, your knight in a cashmere sweater, stands there with his hands in his pants pockets. He nods his head, gesturing for you to follow him.
He leads you down a long hallway, stopping at the end of it and holding the door open for you. You send him a grateful smile before entering the office. It was very different from his usual office. The tall windows lined the wall from floor to ceiling, making the already large room feel even more spacious. It was a bit unsettling compared to his close-knit office space located in an old house on the outskirts of DC.
Kevin moves you two to the large conference table on the other side of the room, having you sit before he does. He takes the chair at the head of the table, sighing as he opens the folder and takes a few papers out.
“Sign these.” He slides them over to you but you furrow your eyebrows in response.
“What’s going on?”
“You’re being released.” He announces, leaning back in his chair with a tight-lipped smile on his face. Your jaw drops and your heart picks up but you can’t help but question it. You quickly compose yourself and look down at the papers.
“Isn’t it a bit too early?” You ask while briefly scanning the papers. “I still have two months left, not that I’m not grateful but where is this coming from?” This was happening too suddenly, Kevin was good with warning you about the activities that go on behind the scenes of your parole and he didn’t even mention the thought of an early release.
The brunette man lets out a sigh, running his hair through his long hair. He then leans his elbows on the table with his head propped up on his palms, he opens his mouth to answer but is cut off by the office door opening.
The new Captain America and his sidekick come waltzing in, a few of his goons following as well. He didn’t need the uniform or shield for you to recognize him since his face has been plastered on every channel since they came forward with him. He’s all everyone could talk about.
“He released you.” You barely hear Kevin as your mind goes into spirals. What the hell did this guy want? Why is he even here? What the hell did he want with you?
#bucky barnes x reader#bucky x reader#avengers imagines#james buchanan barnes#james barnes#tfatws#avengers fanfic#mcu#james buchanan barnes x reader
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Rebuilding Family
Summary: Y/N and Spencer were college sweethearts at Cal-Tech but once Spencer got accepted to the FBI Academy, he ended things deciding it was not fair to make Y/N wait for him. When they meet again years later, he discovers something unexpected.
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader
Warnings: gun violence, hospitals, blood
A/N: besties, i-...just read the warnings (slight spoiler: the angst will be resolved)
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Chapter 21
“How exciting is this! Last day of kindergarten today and then your seventh birthday party tomorrow!” you exclaimed, “My baby is growing up way too fast.”
You squeezed Jo tightly.
“Okay, I’m going to drop Jo off and then I’ll pick up the cake from the bakery, go grocery shopping, and get the decorations,” Spencer kissed you as he held up Jo’s backpack for her to slip her arms into.
“Don’t forget Mrs. Flynn’s gift. She had to put up with 20 rowdy kids for a whole year, the least we can do is give her some cookies and a gift card to Target,” you said.
“Got it,” Jo patted her backpack.
“Goodbye, my loves,” you gave both of them one last kiss before they exited the front door and you finished getting ready for work.
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At the end of the day, Jo came marching out of the elementary school in the usual class line. You and Spencer came running up to her.
“There’s my big kindergarten graduate,” you bent down to hug her with Spencer following suit.
“I got a diploma,” she beamed, holding up the piece of paper with her name on it.
Josephine Y/L/N-Reid
Her officially updated birth certificate name.
“We need to frame this and put it up right next to Daddy’s PhDs,” you smiled.
“I think this occasion calls for a milkshake,” Spencer lifted up Jo.
“It most certainly does...and fries,” you agreed.
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You had a row of picnic tables at the park all decorated with balloons, streamers, and dinosaur tablecloths. You and Spencer woke up extra early to make sure everything was ready for the time of the party.
You both had been repeatedly taking trips back and forth home to bring everything to the park that you needed. Jo’s friends from her class would be there as well as the BAU.
As people started to arrive, you handed out party hats to everyone. Derek attempted to sneak past you.
“Ah ah ah,” you held your arm out to stop him, “No hat, no entry.”
“Even Hotch is wearing one,” you pointed to Hotch sitting at a table with Jack, wearing a bright pink party hat.
“Fine. Gimme the green one,” Derek sighed.
Jo and her friends were having a blast. You ordered enough pizza to fill everyone up completely but luckily, the kids ran it off playing tag on the playground.
“Okay, cake everyone!” Spencer shouted to gather everyone around the central table as he began to light the candles.
Jo took the end seat with the biggest grin on her face and you stood behind her. Derek and Penelope had their phones out to record and take pictures.
Spencer picked the cake up and took a deep inhale, signaling that he was about to start singing, “Happy Birth-”
BANG. You didn’t even know what was happening. You quickly pulled Jo behind you, shielding her from whatever made that loud noise.
Then, you felt something warm seeping down your front. You looked down to see your white shirt quickly darkening into red.
Spencer dropped the cake on the ground, running over to you, “Y/N!”
You fell to the ground just as he caught you. You could hear the muffled sounds of screams, kids crying, and people running away.
“Hey, eyes on me! Eyes on me, okay? You’re gonna be just fine,” Spencer was grappling at your torso to find where all the blood was coming from.
“Where’s Jo?” you panickedly asked.
“Penelope has her. Hotch called an ambulance, it’s on its way, baby. Just stay with me,” he pleaded.
“Spence, it hurts too much. I’m sorry,” you cried.
“No, Y/N, please. Jo needs you. I need you. I can’t do this without you,” he sobbed.
“You’re the best dad ever, Spence. I currently have a mug being shipped to the house that says so,” you feebly attempted to laugh, “I love you so much.”
“I love you too,” Spencer whispered as the ambulance pulled up with its sirens wailing.
As you were being loaded into the stretcher, you caught a glimpse of Jo crying into Penelope’s shoulder.
“Spence, stay with Jo,” you whispered.
“What? No. I’m coming with you,” he said.
“She’s really scared, Spence.”
“Y/N, this is not up for debate. You were just shot. I’m not leaving you. Penelope will bring her to the hospital waiting room,” Spencer insisted, getting into the ambulance.
Everything went dark after that.
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Spencer was nervously bouncing his leg up and down, blankly staring at the hospital floor. Everything around him was a monotonous hum.
“Reid...Reid...Reid!” Derek snapped him out of his trance, shaking his shoulder.
“Penelope is outside with Jo now and she’ll bring her in in a second but we need to get you cleaned up first,” Derek said, guiding Spencer to the bathroom.
Spencer looked down at his clothes. Whatever emotional state Jo was in right now would definitely not be eased by seeing her Daddy covered in Mommy’s blood. Derek helped wipe all the blood off Spencer and then handed him a spare pair of sweats from his go bag.
“W-What happened?” was the first thing that Spencer said as they returned to the waiting room and Derek texted Penelope that it was all clear.
“Hotch and Rossi are at the scene trying to figure that out now. We think the unsub was actually aiming for Jo but Y/N blocked the bullet,” Derek stated.
“Oh god,” Spencer put his face in his palms until he heard a familiar crying growing louder.
“Mommy! Daddy!” Jo wailed.
Penelope was also teary-eyed but Spencer could tell she was trying her best to hold it together for Jo’s sake. She transferred Jo into Spencer’s arms. Spencer tucked the little girl into his chest.
“Is Mommy okay?” she sobbed.
Spencer looked up at Derek and Penelope before looking back down at his daughter, “I don’t know, baby, but the doctors are taking real good care of her.”
Jo continued to cry into Spencer's chest for about a half an hour until she lost all of her energy and fell asleep. Spencer looked down at his daughter’s puffy red eyes. How could he possibly give her any more bad news on her birthday? You had to be okay. You were supposed to be the perfect little family. This was supposed to be his happy ending.
“Y/N Y/L/N?” a surgeon called out.
“Right here,” Spencer spoke softly and slowly stood in order to not wake Jo up.
Derek and Penelope stood right beside him.
“Ms. Y/L/N suffered a bullet wound to the gut. However, the surgery went well and she is expected to make a full recovery,” the surgeon announced.
“Oh thank god,” Spencer let out a huge exhale that he didn’t even know he was holding.
“She has lost a lot of blood so she’s not awake yet but you are welcome to wait with her if you would like. She should be up within the hour,” the surgeon informed Spencer.
Spencer nodded his head emphatically.
“Garcia and I are going to head back to the BAU to confer with the rest of the team. Text us with any updates,” Derek patted Spencer on his back.
“Right this way,” the surgeon guided Spencer to a room down the hall.
There you laid in a hospital bed, still managing to look beautiful after nearly dying and a multiple hour surgery.
He took the seat beside you, still cradling Jo in his arms.
About 20 minutes later, Spencer’s eyes snapped up to meet yours after he heard a little movement coming from the bed.
You opened your mouth slightly to speak but Spencer beat you to it.
“Marry me.”
“Am I alive?” you closed your eyes again, blinking really hard, and then opening them to still see the same scene in front of you.
“Yes, Y/N, you are luckily very much alive and I don’t want to spend another second not being married to the love of my life. I stupidly let you go once and I am not going to let that happen ever again. You and Jo are my whole entire life, there's nothing more I could possibly want. So, I am asking you…”
Spencer grabbed your hand and slipped the ring off your index finger, then he knelt with Jo still asleep in his arms, clinging to his neck, “...if you will do me the greatest honor of spending the rest of our lives together. Y/N, will you marry me?
“Yes,” you cried as he slipped the ring back on to your index finger.
“I promise I’ll get you another ring as soon as we’re out of here,” Spencer said.
“Shut up and kiss me, Spence,” you cupped his cheeks, pulling him towards you until your lips connected.
“Mommy?” you heard a meek voice ask from between you both.
“Hi baby. I’m so sorry I scared you like that,” you said.
Jo untangled herself from Spencer and wrapped her arms around your neck.
“It’s okay, Mommy, as long as you are okay.”
A/N: i got multiple crying headaches while writing and editing this chapter
#spencer reid x you#spencer reid angst#spencer reid fluff#spencer reid fanfiction#spencer reid x reader#spencer x reader#reid x reader#cm fanfic#spencer reid#criminal minds
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