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depressopax · 1 month

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Dale Cooper NSFW Alphabet

Part 3 - L - P

Fandom - Twin Peaks

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Pairing: Dale Cooper x gender neutral reader Genre: Smut, headcanons Warning(s): Sexual content! MDNI! Words: 600 Summary: Part 3 of my "Dale Cooper NSFW alphabet challenge". L-P (Location, motivation, "No", oral, pace) English is not my main language, if I make any spelling mistakes please let me know so I can improve my writing! <3 || Masterlist || Request ||

(HOLY SHIT THE GIF GOT ME ACTING UP-)

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Bed! Dale likes privacy. He wants you alone and to really take his time together with you.

…And he wants to be able to cuddle afterwards. Homeboy tired af after sex lmao

It is also the most “hygienic” place.

He is not a fan of doing it against a table etc

…His office is the only exception ;)

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Dirty talking. He loves it when you tell him all the things you want to do with him/the things you want him to do to you.

In a modern time AU… I’d say nudes, too.

Nothing better than getting nudes from you. It awkward, but he likes the thrill of you teasing him with sexy photos whilst he works.

He blushes like crazy

Dale would probably have a whole private album on his phone with you.

Not necessarily nudes, just any photo you look hot/cute in to keep his fantasies going.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Dale is pretty “vanilla” in bed.

Sure he likes trying new things nut he gets really shy and uncomfortable if it’s too kinky.

He wouldn’t enjoy anything to do with pain and blood.

He hates the thought of seeing you in pain. It doesn’t matter if it’s part of the act, he wants to pleasure you - not hurt you.

Same thing goes for him. His job is dangerous enough in all they ways he can end up hurt. With you, he wants to feel safe and in bed he wants it to be all about pleasure and maybe intensity.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

LOVES giving.

Man… I could talk about this for hours.

…But I’m not gonna do that. Unless…

In your relationship, Dale was insecure at first.

But after the reactions from you when he used his oral skills - he was hooked.

He is amazed by how amazing he can make you feel, just by using his mouth and tongue.

He’s passionate doing it, too.

Slow, teasing movements and eye contact.

He likes it when you push him around a bit - like grabbing his hair, holding him in place or squeezing your thighs gently around his head etc etc…

He also knows how to use his hands during oral. Double pleasure it is 👀

Your moans, squirms and the way you taste on his tongue… Sometimes that’s honestly enough for him to cum undone.

How can he not? Everything about the situation is arousing.

He’ll literally beg to go down on you.

Yk what? Fuck it, Ima write headcanons for this. REMIND ME PLEASE, SOMEONE

Ofc he likes receiving too.

He’s not the head-pusher type.

It’s totally up to you how you want to blow him.

…Giving him heads under his desk when he does paperworks 👀

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He prefers slow, sensual and loving.

He likes long, deep strokes and really savoring the feelings of being inside you.

This way, he can take in the feeling of your tightness and warmth, and feel your insides hug around his dick

Although, fast and rough is a good way to release tension.

If you are more of a sub/bottom, he will not say no to fucking you hard and fast

…And he gives some DAMN GOOD (pun intended) aftercare after rough sex <3

If you are a dom/top, he will sometimes ask you to show him no mercy.

Sometimes there’s no better stress-remedy than to get fucked dumb by the person he loves 🥹

*sigh* *opens character ai*

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willowhaired · 2 years

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Safe

Dale Cooper × Reader

Summary: You receive some bad news at the doctors and you're comforted by your boyfriend, Cooper.

Word count: 1,776

Trigger warning: illness, depression, body dismorphia?, some curse words

A/N: Okay, so I'm still awaiting my full evaluation, and one night I just word-vomited this piece out with all my fears and feelings. It turned out to be very dark and triggering, so I understand if it's not somebody's cup of the (or coffee). Also, there's only so much comfort as I was able to muster, but I'd say it's still heartwarming.

When you took the trip into the city to see the doctors it seemed like an ordinary medical examination - you certainly did not expect anything to come out of it, maybe just a sad sigh from your doctor that it's a nuisance you'd have to live with. Oh, you wished.

Now, you drove past tall trees, going uphill before taking a slight turn to see the town sign.

Twin Peaks, population 51,201.

You swallowed hard. You felt so sick to your stomach that you wished you could throw up just so you'd feel a little better. Even the pine-y freshness of Douglas firs and the mountain air gave you no comfort, rather nauseated you. You approached big Ed's gas station and although you were low on fuel, you drove right past it. Your eyes were still teary and swollen and your lips trembled every now and then - if you'd met somebody, which was unavoidable, you'd have to explain yourself, and it was something you wanted to avoid.

Your hands were reluctant to turn the wheel to follow the curve of the road up to your home. It was a house in the woods you were so excited to move into with your boyfriend, the FBI agent who came here to investigate the uncanny case of Laura Palmer. It must have been irony that after moving to Washington DC to get your degree, you were to move back to your hometown because the man you dated fell in love with it just as deeply as he fell in love with you. You met Cooper while still in DC, because you got involved in a case as a witness. You were still in shock from the events, but the agent's words emanated such gentle compassion that your nerves eased in no time. You looked into his eyes and he locked on yours and you both stayed that way until you recounted the happenings best to your knowledge. He even escorted you out of the building and got one of his colleagues to give you a ride home. 'Miss Y/L/N, we'll call you if we need any more information,' he said as a goodbye. 'You can call me just for a coffee,' you replied bluntly and very much to your surprise, but he wasn't taken aback. It all felt natural, like everything else with the two of you. 'I'll take you up on your word.'

That was two years ago. Your grip on the wheel was so stiff, your knuckles turned whiter than the freshly painted walls in the kitchen. All memories stung your chest.

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You tried to fall asleep but failed miserably. Since Dale didn't arrive home early, you didn't want to be a nuisance; he'd be tired anyway. Yet you felt like ants were crawling under your skin and in any position you could not settle, as if your joints were always misplaced. No matter how you turned it just did not feel right. Under the sheets, you were burning up, but if you threw them off it left you vulnerable as if they were literal safety blankets. You've already taken endless showers, hoping that maybe the warmth would relax your cramped body or that the cold would envigorate you and get you out of your mind. Nothing worked. You couldn't focus for one sentence when reading a book, and you just as quickly lost track of any show that was on TV.

Invitation to love my ass.

You found it hard to stay in bed, however, getting up was just as difficult. You sank into the mattress with new weight. Gravity was pulling you closer to the ground, its slimy hands gripped all around your bones.

Nevertheless, you scrambled up, leaving behind the lingering scent of Dale's cologne that pulled at your heartstrings and made you run away from your shared bed. You didn't bother to turn any light on. You knew every nook and cranny of the house, besides, you felt undeserving of light. It would've made no difference.

You headed to the living room. The couch? No. Armchair? No… Neither sitting nor lying back down seemed inviting. You spent an inordinate amount of time just standing in the middle of the room until…

Well, until the tears came.

Was it the sound of crickets outside or the wind crashing the tree's branches against the window, you could not tell. All the things that had brought comfort to you before turned suddenly to be painful reminders of a very recent past when you were carefree. The heaviness of the news broke you down and you curled up on the rug. The tears kept running down your face as you wept - not like a child, but like an adult. A strong grown-up that was miserable and powerless against an illness that was wasting away their body. And it was a lot scarier than a crying child. Your face was wet and your hands cramped into fists. You threw yourself from one side to the other. You could barely breathe. Hurt in your chest. Tantrum. Desperation. Blurred images flashed before your eyes.

Then, you stopped.

You knelt up like a ragdoll. Your jaw tingled with a blunt electricity while you allowed the tears to run down your face. Your breathing became alarmingly normal in just a matter of seconds and after the excruciating, trance-like pain your chest was empty, like a void. It was a whirling black hole, swallowing everything yet it made no difference. It was empty the same.

Another sensation evaded your body: would Dale still love you? You felt hideous even though the changes were far from happening; you were still the same person you were yesterday or even this morning, yet somehow you detested your body. To you, it looked crippled, broken. Your own body betrayed you and it filled you with rage and sorrow. Any plans or visions you had for the future were clouded over by this knowledge. It reserved your mind for itself but then, facing and actually naming it you could not bring yourself to. It was the only thing you can think about, yet… No, you were not going there. It made your stomach turn and your fingers twitch.

Who were you kidding, who would want you? Why would anyone love you? A mother wouldn't love a miserable piece of…

The door clicked open and it sent you into instant panic. You gathered yourself from the floor and smeared the tears away, although the texture of the rug remained stamped into your knees. It ignited another train of thought that made all energy leave you and you were on the verge of both crying and laughing. One refill of tears, please.

No, no, get yourself together, Dale cannot see you like this…

But he did. You were too lost in thought to notice him enter and then pause as soon as he saw you standing awkwardly in the middle of the dimly lit living room. 'Y/N… Are you alright?' Cooper asked and the softness of his voice brought you comfort, but it was heavy and bittersweet. You could not bring yourself to look him in the eye so you tried to hide behind your hair, covering your face nervously with your hand. Damn, even looking at that couch was painful. 'Yeah, sure,' you forced your voice to sound cheerful, yet Dale could not be fooled. Although you perfected your "I'm fine"-lie, not only did he always know, this wasn't even your best performance on it. Maybe you'd still get a pass, maybe you can avoid telling him… A deep concern contorted his face. He threw his suit jacket on the closest armchair, then walked up to you - slow, and careful, not to scare you off. He gently placed his hands on your upper arms, leaning towards you in search of your eyes. 'Was the doctor's visit so upsetting?' He spoke so softly it could've almost been a whisper. Your breathing was becoming steadier. You greatly underestimated how calming his presence was and how safe you felt around him - only now there was a fear of how long would that safety stay. 'Y/N…' he begged and cupped your face, trying to get your attention. His fingers were incredibly soft against your face, his touch grounding you into reality for the first time since you stepped out of the clinic. Everything was a blur since you got the news, you existed in a different dimension until now. You looked into his eyes. 'I'm so sorry, Dale, I didn't want to upset you…' 'You don't have to apologise for anything,' he reassured you. 'Can you tell me what happened?' 'It's late. You must be tired.' 'I'm always down for coffee.' The remark made you chuckle. You reached up to grab his hand still resting on your cheek and you placed a kiss into his palm. He pressed his forehead against yours. 'I don't know if I can talk about it,' you admitted weakly. 'You don't have to, baby.' This made the tear ducts open. You buried your face into his chest and he held you close. His arms pressed you against him so tightly that it was bordering unbearable. 'I'm afraid you wouldn't love me if you knew,' you muttered, hoping that he wouldn't hear - but with him, it was impossible. Icy terror spread his chest; the mere idea that you'd phantom such a thing… 'Please, don't say this,' he said quietly. 'It doesn't matter what happens, I love you and nothing changes that.' 'You don't even know…' 'I don't have to,' he interrupted firmly which was so unlike him and surprisingly not rude - because it was honest. You were beginning to feel like a person again. Your vision cleared and you saw his face, his light and wise eyes, all the lines you became so familiar with. He placed his lips on yours with a tenderness that was unmatchable. It wasn't ghostlike, but it was soft, loving, and warm. It was a seal to a promise. Was it you? Did you start to feel like yourself again?

He parted from you and ran his hand up your back. 'Now, I know a place that is still open and I also know someone who loves a good cherry pie just much as I do. You don't have to come in, I'll get the pie and the coffee and we can have it in the car,' Cooper offered with a smile. You'd give up all music just to listen to him speak. 'Sounds great.' 'It's a date, then,' he said and kissed your hand.

#twin peaks imagine #twin peaks reader #agent cooper #dale cooper #dale cooper imagine #dale cooper you #dale cooper reader #dale cooper x reader

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fyrewalkwithmee · 3 months

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Thin Walls Pt. 1

Special Agent Dale Cooper x reader

Sooo there's a serious lack of Dale Cooper x reader and I'm in my Twin Peaks era and plan to change that. This will be a multi-part story because I can't physically write anything under like 1k words lol.

word count: 1.8k

WARNINGS: 18+ due to sexual themes, descriptions of masturbation, sexual frustration/tension, pining, smuttyness ;)

Please let me know if you enjoyed the story and want pt.2 I'm also happy to take requests for Agent Cooper if you have any naughty ideas.

Thank you for reading <3

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Chapter 1, The Agent Next Door

Your mind flashed to what happened earlier that day as you fixed your just-curled hair into an elegant but wild bun. You had been interrogating two high school girls who were Classmates of Laura Palmer. You and your partner had discovered evidence possibly linking them to the Palmer case.

You and Dale had decided it would be best for you to question them first as they may be more likely to talk if it were a younger female agent grilling them. You had a way with young girls that almost always made them spill their secrets. Perhaps you saw a bit of yourself in them. Maybe it was your gentle nature and 'kind eyes' as Dale liked to call them. He was always saying things like that, complimenting you, uplifting you as an agent. It never went any further than that, Dale was a professional after all, and what could he possibly see in a rookie agent like you? You never told him but somehow you could sense he knew that you always felt a bit insecure being his partner. You were always afraid of letting him down or being the reason a case went south. You knew it was doomed and a pathetic cliche, but you had grown quite fond of him and were desperate for his approval. And that's not all you were desperate for…

You always thought he was handsome and charming and had just accepted it for what it was. But after seeing him work, the way his mind would reel trying to solve a case, the way he was so kind and careful with a victim's family and those in pain. You couldn't help but feel yourself grow more and more attracted to him.

Sometimes when working late at night his large hand would accidentally brush up against yours when going to grab another file amongst the mess of papers on the desk. Electricity would shoot up your hand and travel down your body to places where it probably shouldn't. He would mumble a "sorry" as you brushed it off, trying to look lost in whatever you were reading and not thinking about those hands. So much bigger than your own, so experienced. You imagined what they could be capable of in the right situation, the way they would rub that spot in between your thighs, stretch you out and become wet with your arousal. How he would make a mess of you as you reached closer and closer to that delicious breaking point.

At this point, you would shift in your seat, trying to alleviate the intense need for him beginning to pool in your panties. Sometimes, you thought you could feel his eyes fall on you and linger a little longer than usual when you did. You were almost certain he could read your thoughts, often sharing a new theory with you that you were just about to bring up yourself. You secretly wished he could, that would be a lot easier than actually telling him how you felt. Telling him wasn't an option, you couldn't risk compromising your partnership if he didn't feel the same way. So you kept it all inside, frustration building with each new case and each hour spent with your special agent.

You often found yourself having to relieve that tension in the wee hours of the morning when you couldn't sleep. Your own fingers taking his place, slipping in and out of yourself, imagining you and Dale in an array of naughty and scandalous scenarios until your desperation reached it's climax.

Dale's POV. It had been 2.25 hours since the special agent had recorded his final comments to send to his trusty assistant. He had had a smug, prideful grin on his face, "Diane remind me to tell agent y/l/n how impressed I was with her work today and how she has continuously proven herself to be a highly skilled and valued member of the bureau and well, just a lovely partner. I will report back to you tomorrow with details of the interrogation of Laura's two classmates. This is Special Agent Dale Cooper saying, goodnight." he placed down the recorder and turned off the light, more than ready to rest after a long day of investigatory work.

It was approximately 2 and a half hours later that he was woken by a thump coming from the wall right where his bed ended and his head lay on the plush hotel pillow. He kept very still, eyes wide, trying to see through the darkness of the room. Another smaller thump followed by a bigger sound made him lean over and grab his recorder, "Diane, I ask you again to please express post those earplugs to my room at the Great Northern. It appears that whatever animals that have been having relations in the walls for the past week have returned tonight for another session. Note that February must be mating season in Twin Peaks. Another note, the Great Northern has excellent coffee but very thin walls." He placed the recorder down and sighed deeply, closing his eyes when he heard another thump followed by another sound entirely. It sounded like a high pitched squeal coming from one of the animals, "at least the animals are getting some action" he said to himself with a sigh.

It was an unfortunate part of the job. Maintaining any romantic relationship was hard due to the travelling nature of his work and becoming involved with anyone he met along the way was against his guidelines as it could compromise the case. To put it shortly, he hadn't infact been intimate with a women in a long long time. He pushed himself closer to the wall and placed his ear against its coolness, maybe if he could figure out what animal it was the staff could find a way to expel the creatures.

Upon getting closer the muffled sounds became a lot clearer. He could now tell that it wasn't an animal at all. It was a human voice, a woman's voice, it was familiar to him. It was his partner's voice… He quickly shrugged back down into the covers, a million thoughts passing through his mind and one particular feeling shooting straight down into his crotch. "Agent y/l/n, no it couldn't be." He thought eyes wide with shock and confusion.

He had thought she'd taken this work seriously. she knows the risk of getting involved with people while on a case, especially in a town as small and tight-knit as Twin Peaks. Who could it be? He wondered an unexpected feeling of possessiveness rising up from his chest. He heard another more pronounced moan come from behind his head, more desperate in nature. He felt cock twitch in his pants and shifted around a bit, trying to keep his mind and body distracted by who the mystery man was. Harry is seeing Ms Packard so it wasn't him. It could be Hawk but he hadn't picked up on any tension between the two. It definitely wasn't Andy, he wasn't her type. She had spent 90% of her time in the town with him, so who was it and why was this getting on his nerves so much?

Yes his partner was exceedingly beautiful and intelligent and he would often have death stare the slimey men that would ogle at her when she would get dressed up to go undercover. The way he would sit in anticipation every morning waiting for her to join him for breakfast and how his heart would race every time their bodies would press up against each other trying to avoid gunfire didn't go noticed to him. He had pegged all that down to adrenaline and not having been this close to a woman for a long time. Except this feeling he had now… Knowing that there could be another man in her life, touching her, kissing her, making her scream. it was all too much. All at once the feelings he had pushed down for so long rose up to the surface and he had half the mind to go into that room, grab whoever was in there by the collar and beat them bloody for touching his girl… Well, his partner, he mentally corrected himself.

He hadn't realised it but while lost in his thoughts his hand had travelled down to the bulge that had formed in his pants and he was palming himself, rubbing his aching cock to the sounds of his partner in the next room. The agent felt ashamed but her whimpers were too much for him and he knew he wouldn't sleep at all that night unless he felt his release. He pulled himself out of his shorts, he was uncomfortably hard and his length slapped right up against his abdomen. He let out a relieved sigh as he circled the beads of precum that had leaked from his tip using them to help slick his member as he started slowly stroking. His hips bucked at the sensation, face painted with ecstasy. He felt the urge to make sounds to further release his pleasure but knew he had to stay quiet. If he could hear her, she would definitely be able to hear him.

He wondered what she would think. Would she be disgusted or would it turn her on further knowing her sensible and trustworthy partner was touching himself madly at the sounds and thought of her current predicament? this idea pulled him closer to the edge as he added more pressure to his movements, sliding his hand at an impossibly fast pace up and down his cock, hips bucking and sweat building around his temples. He tried his best not to think about the third person in this situation, not wanting anything to distract him from his impending orgasm.

It was as if his partner had read his mind because it seemed that she too was close to climaxing, her cries becoming more and more laboured. He was so so close to release, about to tip over the edge when he heard a sound that he never thought he would hear in his wildest dreams or fantasies. The familiar voice called out in pleasure a singular name into the nightly abyss, "Oh Dale, ohh fuckk". The proclamation was followed by a lengthy moan and then the silence of the night returned.

The detective halted all movement his seed pumping out of him, spilling onto his stomach. He lay there with his eyes and mouth open shocked at what he just heard and disappointed at his ruined climax. "I must be going insane", he thought to himself, "there's no way she just said my name as she-" he just couldn't believe it. As one agent on one side of the wall fell into a deep frustration free sleep, the other lay in his bed wide awake. Unable to shake the millions of thoughts now cluttering his already busy mind. He wouldn't get any sleep that night but he knew one thing for sure…

He needed her desperately and after tonight there was no going back.

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#dale cooper x reader #agent cooper #twin peaks #smut #dale cooper

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masterwords · 1 year

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freshly squeezed

Summary: Aaron Hotchner gave up his his work as a well-known prosecutor to become an FBI Agent. Now stationed at the Seattle office, he's being tasked with a job no one else seems to want...working with Dale Cooper and his mysteries in Twin Peaks.

Pairings: Hotch/Haley

Words: 4.6k

Notes: See tags & notes on AO3. This will be the first part of a series of one-shots.

“Aren't you a little old for a new recruit?”

“Am I?” Hotch asked, standing in the middle of the bullpen in his suit and tie that didn't quite fit the way he'd expected them to when he bought them. The style of the time was oversized, a little flowy, but he didn't care for the fit on his lanky, tall body. He should never have tried to be fashionable.

The city of Seattle stretched out in all directions as if cast by spell from the building itself. There was the Space Needle against an ominous gray sky, and there was the Puget Sound beyond. It wasn't blue, it wasn't gray, it wasn't green...it looked almost black. Out another side of the all window building he could see the the rest of downtown and sprawling steep hills of ivy that would lead to what he was told was the U District. Lake Washington wasn't far off in the distance another direction and that, he was well aware, would put him on a path to head East through the Cascades into the vastness of Washington State. Freeways packed with cars wove through the strange city and he stood awestruck in the center of it all. The city he understood, he'd lived in enough of them now, but the fact that it was so surrounded by wilderness that stretched further than his imagination was beyond him. He could travel from New York to Virginia in the same amount of time he could cover Seattle to the Eastern border of just this state alone. He wouldn't see another state line for hours and hours, hundreds of miles.

“Your desk is over this way.”

“Thank you.”

Everyone around him was younger. Considerably so. He'd known that was going to be the case, but it was one thing to know it and another thing to see it and be surrounded by it. He wasn't exactly old, but by the standards of those around him he was practically ancient. The people his age had moved into higher positions. Powerful positions, positions in the field, they weren't sitting here in desks getting people coffee and running errands.

And that hadn't bothered him before. When he made the decision, when his mother and Haley both told him he was being silly, that he had a good thing as a prosecutor, that with a few more years he could open his own practice if he wanted to. Have his own office. Eventually run for DA instead of just working for them, maybe. They had it all planned out, the scope and trajectory of his life planned out by the women who saw his potential and loved him dearly for what he was and more importantly, what he could be. What he represented. But he didn't give a hoot about his potential, about following in his father's footsteps, about following in the Hotchner family footsteps for that matter. His family had run the gamut from lawyer to politician to CEO. Where there was a Hotchner, there was money and power.

And greed. And violence. And he was good at it, the power part anyway. He was really damn good at it. But he didn't want it.

Read the rest on AO3!

#aaron hotchner #dale cooper #criminal minds #twin peaks #crossover fanfiction #is this a fever dream? am i mad? maybe

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lokahjarta · 2 years

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so I’m gonna get red string and corkboard here

but all this doesn’t even begin to touch on the narrative and thematic details between Twin Peaks and Tokyo Ghoul; all this below just to name the narrative and visual devices that are used to impart uncannily similar stories told in VERY FUCKING DIFFERENT MEDIUMS but with One or Two (where there’s one there’s two) common denominators between them

As Dale Cooper says;

“When two separate events occur simultaneously pertaining to the same object of inquiry, we must always pay strict attention.”

I could easily do a Part 2 on this if anyone else seems interested.

“The Owls Are Not What They Seem”

Owls are used over and over again in both stories to communicate a character that is actually something else.

Something sinister, unknown, and existing between worlds.

In Twin Peaks, these are spirits from The Black Lodge, existing between their world and our own in the form of owls. They are ever watching, living on the outskirts, but never far away.

In Tokyo Ghoul, these are the One-Eyed Ghouls, specifically Eto and Seidou. They’re animalistic, insane, and belong neither to the world of the ghouls nor the world of humans. They fight with berserker like frenzy and strength, battle hungry and blood thirsty.

Eto, as Sen Takatsuki, observes the world of both humans and ghoul and becomes a worldwide best-selling author, while likewise she is Eto of the Aogiri Tree, while she is also The One Eyed Owl, and the daughter of Yoshimura - truly, Not What She Seems.

Seidou’s rebirth as a One-Eye parallels Eto’s story. A former CCG agent turned medical experiment, he exists in the extremes of the stories’ factions, the righteous and lawful good Commission of Counter Ghouls and the clandestine, terrorist organization, Aogiri Tree. In the end, neither Seidou nor Eto choose a side or pick a team. They inhabit the In Between both physically, morally, and metaphorically.

A Damn Fine Cup of Coffee

The central hub and the narrative heart of both shows is in the kitchen; specifically, the coffee shop.

In Twin Peaks, the Double R Diner serves every type of person who comes through the door. Cops and robbers, vagrants and regulars. It hosts the clandestine meetings of the Bookhouse Boys and hires criminals who use the cheery front to disguise their true identities and nefarious dealings.

Anteiku serves hot mugs of damn fine coffee to both ghouls and humans. The one “food” that ghouls can enjoy that isn’t human flesh, coffee is a bridge of common ground between those who would seem as natural enemies. Anteiku also operates as a sort of ghoul foodbank, handing out human parts to the most vulnerable in their communities; ghouls who can’t hunt on their own. The Double R operates Twin Peaks’ Meals on Wheels program, delivering and serving food to those who need it.

Over and over we return to Anteiku, return to the Double R, return to what feels like warmth and like home, the one safe place in the world.

Dream State

And then there’s this little stretch of the imagination. It’s more than just a high contrast floor pattern, it’s a pattern that repeats itself in various forms through both mediums, but no where else is the shared territory more clear than in the similarities between Twin Peaks’ Red Room and Jason’s Torture Chamber. In the Red Room, where Dale is trapped for 25 years, he is enthroned where he sits, a chair that will become his prison. He is visited, or perhaps plagued, by visions of Laura Palmer. Or at least, who we think is Laura Palmer. Likewise, Kaneki is enthroned, chained, and tortured. All the while visited and tormented by visions of Rize - but she isn’t really there. Rize’s dead - right?

The pattern comes back to haunt us whenever Kaneki faces extreme distress and crises of identity. He is brought back to the crux of his tragedy, falling through checkered floors in dizzying cacophony, attempting to find a way out of his own mind only to be lost in chess-tiled labyrinths.

Likewise Dale Cooper, trapped in the Red Room for 25 years and looking for a way out, turns down endless corridors, throws open curtain after curtain, and is drawn further into the Red Room’s tesseract. He is blown from room to room by a malignant wind and when he finally returns to us after all this time, he does Not Come Back The Same.

Hair and Nails

And no one can come back the same. This is shown visually in opposite and drastic hair and nail color changes. After Kaneki is tortured, his hair turns completely white and his nails turn black. In Re:, after his defeat by the stark haired Arima, and the after the subsequent loss of all his memories, he becomes Haise Sasaki. His black hair begins to grow again over the white, only to have this reversed and reverted back and forth several more times as Kaneki undergoes extreme mental duress and becomes different versions of himself, before settling as white at the end of the series when he is able to accept himself and unite human and ghoul.

Kaneki isn’t the only one to go through this change. The Owl, Seidou, is victim to the same anomaly following his torture and transformation at the hands of Dr. Kano.

Finally there is also Kuro and Shiro, twin sisters with black and white hair (and whose names mean black and white), respectively. Inseparable to a fault, the two willingly undergo Dr. Kano’s procedure and become one eyed ghouls. When Shiro is killed, Kuro attempts to absorb her body into her own.

In Twin Peaks, the first and most obvious example of this narrative device is that of Leland Palmer. As he spirals into grief and madness following the death of his daughter, Leland’s hair turns white after he kills Laura’s “doppleganger” and cousin, Maddie, in an encore and near exact replay of Laura’s murder.

Diane, in Twin Peaks: The Return, also undergoes a drastic hair color change following the White-Haired Diane’s unmasking as a tulpa and her triumphant return after the defeat of BOB.

Finally, there is Laura and Maddie, themselves. “She’s my cousin,” says The Arm in the Red Room. “But doesn’t she look almost exactly like Laura Palmer?” Played by the same actress, Maddie lives out Laura’s life and final moments in Twin Peaks when she comes to visit after hearing the news of Laura’s murder. The only thing that differentiates the two is their hair color. Fair haired Laura, and dark haired Maddie.

She Who Started It All

And then there’s she whose death begins the story.

It’s Rize’s murder that begins our journey in Tokyo Ghoul. Revealed only at the very end of Tokyo Ghoul: Re, Rize’s death was not accident, as we are lead to believe, but an intentional homicide at the hands of her sexual abuser.

Likewise, Laura’s murder is what brings us into the world of Twin Peaks, and she too was murdered by the man who sexually assaulted, raped, and abused her; her father Leland.

Neither are truly gone, however, as it’s later revealed Rize has been kept alive. She is tortured, dissected, and experimented on in order to create new life, both One Eyed Ghouls for Dr. Kano and “dragons” for Furuta.

In fact, we learn this was her purpose from birth, and she is used as a weapon and a prize, with no more agency than an incubator.

Even after her death, Laura, too, remains a sought after object of desire. Her introduction into the world we learn is a direct response to the dissemination of BOB’s darkness. Laura is unleashed as an idea, a concept to combat BOB, destined to die before she is even born.

She, like Rize, lives on throughout the entirety of her story even when we believe her to be completely deceased and incapable of return. Her presence is felt in ripples that touch each and every character and create shockwaves that change the entire narrative. She haunts dream territory and mindscapes before returning flesh and blood, only for us to remember that Death is Catharsis and No One Comes Back The Same.

#narrative comparison #media analysis #this could go in three or four parts #this is like scratch the surface shit #twin peaks #tokyo ghoul #narrative parallels #media parallels #literary analysis

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royalwalnutmoth · 2 years

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A Twisted Frame and A Missing Boy

Summary: Diane, it's 10:25am Tuesday, November 8th. I'm currently entering the town of Hawkins. 80 miles northeast of the state's capital, Indianapolis, five miles from the state border to Ohio. Diane, I've never seen so many trees in all my life...

Words: 1.4k

CW: None? I don't even think I let Hop swear lol

((The crossover no one needed or asked for or thought would be anything lol. There's no way that canonically the FBI would send anyone anywhere near Hawkins, but I wanted to play in my playhouse for a few hours because everything is hard all the time!! this is another one I'm not sure I'll continue))

AO3

��Diane, it’s 10:25am Tuesday, November 8th. I’m currently entering the town of Hawkins. 80 miles northeast of the state’s capital, Indianapolis, five miles from the state border to Ohio,” he said into the tape recorder, cruising along the dirt road into the sleepy town. “Diane, I’ve never seen so many trees in all my life. It’s 48 degrees on a sunny day, despite the storm last night. Looks like I’ll be meeting up with Chief James Hopper at the local police station. Should be easy to remember; Hopper, Cooper. He’s going to show me that bike they found across the border, apparently it’s in a bad way. After that we’ll be visiting the missing boy’s mother and I’ll find a motel to check into. Hopefully the Chief can recommend me something clean and reasonably priced. That’s all I need, clean, reasonably priced. Maybe a TV in case I get the night off.”

“Chief, Agent Dale Cooper is here and he’s waiting in your office,” Flo said.

“Already?” He asked, wiping the long night from his eye.

“Yes, already,” she replied impatiently. “He wanted to go out to the search party, but I told him you’d be back soon. That was half an hour ago.”

“Alright, alright,” he muttered. When he entered his office the man sitting in the chair turned to look, black hair slicked back and features sharp, including his eyes, so brown they were almost black.

“Agent Cooper, I assume?” The Chief said, reaching out a hand as the man stood.

Cooper took it and gave it a firm shake, a believer in the first impression. “That I would be. Dale Cooper, FBI. And you must be Chief Hopper.”

“Yessir,” he replied as he sat in his office chair. “Sorry to keep you waiting, we searched all night, all the way up to the next town over for the kid.”

“Find anything?” Cooper asked.

Hop shook his head gravely. “Nothing. I was just about to head out to talk to his mother, give her an update. Flo say’s she got a phone call last night, she wants to talk to us about it. Says it was Will, but apparently it was just breathing, so I’m hoping to get some more information.”

“Any chance it was from the boy’s father?”

“Probably not. He’s, uh, not very involved. I’m thinking it was a prank call.”

“Understood,” Coop said simply. “Chief, I’d like to take a look at that bike and then head on out, if that’s alright with you.”

“Sounds like a plan,” he replied gruffly.

“Oh, and Chief,” Coop started as they both went for the door. “On the way up here… I saw a white-tailed deer.” The tone in his voice was one of wonder. Hopper took a step back.

“Yeah… you’ll see one or two of those,” he answered, continuing out the office and to the meeting room where they held the bike. “Careful when you drive here at night, you don’t want to see the kind of wrecks you can get into when one tries to cross the road.” “I imagine I don’t, Chief.”

There wasn’t much to see about the bike, laying on the table, already dusted for prints. Only Will Byer’s were found, not a single one that didn’t belong to him. No blood, either. Just a twisted frame and a missing boy. Cooper turned his body to look underneath the bike.

“It almost looks like… an accident with a car, but—” Hopper started.

“But then why no blood?” Cooper finished.

Hopper looked him over apprehensively. “Yeah. Exactly.”

“Chief,” Cooper said, righting himself. “I think I’d like to speak to the mother now, get more information on the boy, who his friends are, where he usually goes. But I don’t think we’ll find him tucked away in someone’s basement.”

“I talked to his friends yesterday, it’s how we were able to find the bike. I don’t think you’ll get much out of them, they’re… squirrely little shi—jerks.”

“Chief, let me get something straight right off the bat. When the Bureau gets called in, the Bureau’s in charge. Now, no hard feelings, but I’ve found it’s best to be upfront about it, saves us a lot of headaches in the future.”

Hopper put his hands on his hips and gave the man a stilted smile. “Sure thing, Agent Cooper.”

Cooper smiled in return, more genuine. “Great. Now, do you happen to know of a place I could stay? I have a feeling I’ll be in town for a while, and you know how some hotels can be…”

After a drive that was much more talkative than Hopper was willing to tolerate, they arrived at the Byers' residence. Even on the way up to the door, Cooper kept remarking on the clean air and the thick lines of trees, interspersing the rambles with relevant questions about the case.

Hopper knocked on the door and turned to Cooper. “Now, his mother’s a little… well, she’s shaken up.”

Coop nodded. “I can imagine, you don’t expect a child to go missing in a small town like this one. Nice, quiet place, I suppose everyone’s a little shaken up.”

“Not like her,” he muttered as he heard Joyce’s footsteps approach.

The disheveled woman who opened the door, cigarette in hand, let out a shaky sigh. “We’ve been waiting six hours,” she said, voice quivering.

“Yeah, I know, I came as soon as I could,” Hopper said. “Joyce, this is Agent Dale Cooper, he’s with the FBI.”

“Six hours, Hop…” she said, turning away and taking another drag of her cigarette.

“Ms. Byers, if you would be so kind as to describe the telephone call you received last night?” Cooper stepped in while Joyce walked away from them.

“Cooper that’s Jonathan, he’s Will’s brother,” Hop said, gesturing to the teenager standing just behind his mother. They exchanged nods while Joyce led them to the telephone.

“I—I answered the phone, and there was this… breathing an-and I just know it was Will—then there was this terrible noise and the line… exploded.”

Hopper picked up the pale yellow receiver, exposing the ash on the ear and mouth pieces. “Storm barbecued this pretty good,” he said.

“The storm?” Joyce asked, incredulous.

“What else?” Hopper asked, eyes sympathetic but skeptical.

Cooper took the phone from Hopper gingerly and ran his finger over the soot. “You’re saying that’s not weird?” Joyce asked while Coop put the ashy finger in his mouth, tasting the debris.

“No, it’s weird,” Hopper said, side eyeing Cooper.

“Electrical fire,” Cooper stated simply. “Now, Ms. Byers, this is a phenomenon that is not unheard of, lightning zapping a phone line during a storm. But the bolt should have gone through you as a grounding source, and we know that didn’t happen because you’re still on your two feet.”

“So… you’re saying it wasn’t the storm?” She asked.

“I’m saying I don’t know,” he replied.

“Can we, like, trace who made the call?” Jonathan asked.

“Son, unfortunately that option was made unavailable to us as soon as the call was disconnected,” Cooper replied, wandering around the room.

“Now, uh… you’re sure it was Will?” Hopper asked Joyce, even while eyeing Cooper’s march around the Byers’ living room. “Because Flo said you just heard some breathing.”

“No,” Joyce said, insistent. “It was him. It was Will.”

“Chief,” Cooper interjected. “Where was it you believe the boy last was?”

“In the shed out back,” he answered, returning his attention to Joyce.

“And what is he doing?” Joyce asked, desperately, cigarette still in her wildly gesticulating hand.

“Have a little trust here, okay?” Hopper said, though he was looking at Dale exiting through the back with a curious and annoyed glance. “It was probably just a prank call. It was somebody trying to scare you.”

“No, it was him, it was Will, and he was scared—”

“Who would do that?” Jonathan asked. “Who would call us and...”

Meanwhile, Cooper was out back, in the shed. He opened the door cautiously and attempted to flick the light on, which hollowly ignored the input. His eyes trailed over the cans of spray paint, tools, and dusty wood and pictured Will standing in the shed, loading a gun. The sunlight coming through the slats of the building weren’t enough, so Cooper took out a small pocket flashlight from his coat. He scoured the beam across the small space.

And caught something pulsing against the wall.

#twin peaks #stranger things #dale cooper #jim hopper #will this end up being coop/hop? no <3 well maybe #it depends how unhinged i become i guess

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twinpeakslauraaudreycoop · 5 months

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Compelling Characters of TWIN PEAKS

In the enrapturing show of Twin Peaks, two characters that stood out to me the most are Audrey Horne and Laura Palmer. These two characters are intertwined in many ways throughout the show. I have selected these characters because I found them the most engaging and exciting to watch. Every time each one was on the screen, my eyes were glued to the screen and my full attention was given. I knew every time I saw them, something interesting ought to happen. The meaning of Audrey’s name is “Noble strength”. Though there is nothing to define about the last name Horne, a clever easter egg used by director David Lynch was that Audrey used the name Hester Prynne (main protagonist of The Scarlet Letter) which was written by Nathiel Hawthorne for an alias. This is smart because Horne is a part of Hawthorne. The meaning behind Laura’s name is from the 1947 film Born to Kill which have apparent parallels to her character such as they are both promiscuous women and they are killed by someone they trust. I think both names suit their characters very well and could not imagine them named anything else. The physical appearance of Audrey Horne is that she is a blue-eyed raven with short raven hair. Her looks are often compared to that of Marilyn Monroe. She has distinctive arched (“Lynchian”) eyebrows and a beauty mark beside her right eye. Personality traits that make her character memorable include: she is charming., witty, and despite being sheltered and naive, she still manages to get herself out of tricky situations. She is enraptured with special agent Dale Cooper, but after the realization that crush would not manifest into anything more due to the age difference, she quickly adapted and became an independent, self-sufficient young woman. Audrey became eager to take over her father’s hotel business, which would be considered her main drive/ambition by the end of the show. Her character development was satisfying and intriguing. Laura Palmer has blue eyes, blonde hair and is overall beautiful. She is full of life and a high achiever in all aspects of her life. Though she appears overall perfect, she is hiding deep secrets that she must keep to herself. Slowly , she ends up losing herself and one morning, she is found dead on a beach by a fisherman. Though she does not appear much in the actual show itself, David Lynch released a prequel after the shows finsihed titled Fire Walk With Me which followed the days leading up to her death. Here, the audience was able to grasp more of who Laura was and why she died. Laura is most memorable to me due to how much I can relate to some of the struggles she is faced with in the film Fire Walk With Me. It sometimes feels as if I am watching myself just from her reactions and how she speaks. A core drive she has is to figure out what is happening to her and why she is getting possessed. She must figure it out all on her own because no one would believe her if she talked to someone about it. But unfortunately before she could, she was murdered. Overall, these characters teach me that it is important to add mystique in regards to the personality of your character. Not knowing everything from the start establishes intrigue with the audience and is very useful to captivate your watchers. No matter how many times I watch Twin Peaks and see Audrey and Laura on the screen, I will forever be mesmerized by their stories. That is what makes perfect characters.

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darling-i-read-it · 3 years

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Drink

Dale Cooper x reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: tension, its all tension, intense making out, drinking, gambaling, leading to smut and insituation to smut

Author’s Note: Not this being way longer than I intended it to be. Blame it on the fact that I was watching Euphoria and it filled me with inspiration because that show slaps. I got a little carried away so it’s probably a little ooc toward the end but I hope you like it lmao

Requested: by anon, You posted that gifset of dale cooper with the suit and glasses yesterday and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since so maybe you should write a fic inspired by it 👀? Like reader goes undercover with him and he’s taken aback by how beautiful she looks and there’s sexual tension between them the entire night until afterwards where he pulls her aside for a steamy make out session. Might be ooc but I’m thirsty so 🤷‍♀️

Summary: the request

Genre: tension? Almost smut but not quite?

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director

(not my gif) (the gif that inspired it all by @/myellenficent)

“You’re prepared for tonight?” Dale asked. You crossed your arms to protect from the chill in the air. You nodded stiffly.

“I am.”

“Remember, something fancy that isn’t too flashy. I’m sure you’ll be fine though,” he promised. You nodded again.

“I’ll throw something together. You don’t be too flashy though huh?” you teased. The two of you stopped in the hallway you were walking down. You were standing in front of each other's hotel rooms, which were separate.

“I’ll try my best,” he digressed. You nodded and leaned against your doorway before turning around and opening it, slipping inside.

You and Dale were new partners. You had been friends for ages but only in passing. It wasn’t until your partner died that you were able to actually work together. You had done a few cases together but this was the first one you had to go undercover for. It was odd, seeing Dale in this kind of setting. He was very good at what he did and you were very good at what you did. You should have been paired together years ago.

You looked through your suitcase for something to wear. You were going to go and try and seek out one of the murderers of Laura Palmer. Dale had a theory that he would be there tonight and you weren’t about to question him when he really got going.

The plan was to gamble, act natural, fend off any woman and get the information you needed. You weren’t that worried.

You picked out a dress that you had been saving for a special occasion. Just your style and the fit of it always made you feel good. You were kind of excited to wear something that wasn’t casual. You were also excited to hang out with Dale. You knew the other local police force would be there but you figured this was the closest you were going to get to a night out with Dale.

There was a knock on your door five minutes before you were supposed to meet everyone in the lobby. You ran your hands over your hair one more time, checked yourself out in the mirror and then opened the door.

Dale was wearing a fancier suit than usual, his hair slicked back and a pair of fake glasses over his eyes. You smiled, raising your hands to his bowtie to fix it as it was kind of crooked.

“You clean up nice Coop,” you admitted. “Not that you aren’t already clean most of the time,” you joked.

Dale was awe struck. He had thought he might have feelings for you but only in passing, never in actuality. But you stood in front of him, wearing that fancy dress, your hair done up all nice. He couldn’t help but feel his emotions come forward in full force.

“Cooper?” you said as he hadn’t answered you.

“You look absolutely stunning,” he admitted. You smiled and looked down at your outfit like you weren’t even aware you had been wearing it.

“You think?”

“I know.” His voice had a low grumble to it that you didn’t recognize. It made you let out a stiff shortness of breath. You had to look away from his face.

“Well we should probably go, Harry and everyone will be waiting.” He seemed to snap out of it then. He cleared his throat.

“You’re right. You have your gamabling cash?” he questioned.

“I can’t gamble. I figured I’d just be your arm candy,” you admitted through a laugh. He put his hand on his hip, creating an arm holder for you. You wrapped your arm around his arm and smiled, walking next to him.

Harry and Ed stood in the lobby. They eyed the two of you, especially Harry who had been hearing the end of both of your emotions.

“You look real good,” Ed said, eyeing your outfit. Dale almost got defensive but he held it down.

“Thank you very much Ed.”

The night started swiftly enough. You managed to strip away from Dale for a moment and walk around the room, eyeing the area as he started to play a card game. You watched him from afar and navigated through the room. Harry hung back and grabbed your arm gently, pulling you aside.

“If you don’t make a move tonight I’m going to lose my goddamn mind,” he said. You laughed gently.

“We’re on a case, Sheriff Truman,” you whispered. He raised an eyebrow.

“Fine. Look over at Cooper right now and tell me what you’re feeling about this case.” You rolled your eyes and looked back over at Dale. There was a girl on his lap, whispering in his ear. You couldn’t see his expression because she was blocking but you had to give it to Harry. It got to you.

“Just focus Harry,” you muttered.

“Only if you do.”

You walked back to the other side of the room and the girl was off Dale’s lap. You pushed it out of your head. You didn’t want to think about it.

Dale however, was only looking at you. He was trying so hard to focus on the task at hand but he felt the tension in the air. It wrapped around him like a present waiting to be opened. His eyes were always flashing back to you and you were always watching him until you weren’t.

Harry’s hand wrapped around your arm as he pulled you aside. Whispers between the two of you. His chest started to rise and fall and he was going to lose this game of cards and then there was a woman on his lap and he had to tell her to leave because he was only focused on you and he should have been focused on the case.

Eventually though he was able to talk to a man who knew more about Laura's death. He was able to get information he came for. And the second that conversation ended he walked up to Harry.

“I need a drin-“

“Cooper,” you called, standing beside the two of them.

“Hold on a second, I want a-”

“Coop,” you repeated.

“Y/N I-”

“Dale,” you hissed. You had his full attention. His eyes were back on you now and everything he had just been about to say was gone. “Please tell us what happened to Laura.” Harry raised his finger.

“Will you write it down in the report?” Dale nodded and let out a harsh breath.

“I’m going to talk to Ed,” you said and gave Harry a look. You walked over there and let Dale spit out whatever it was that he wasn’t able to say in one sentence. Harry seemed to appreciate it and he understood more about what happened to Laura.

“What are you doing over here?” Ed asked.

“Getting Dale a drink before he passes out from whatevers bothering him,” you muttered. You raised your hand and quickly ordered Dale’s regular.

“I think it’s you,” Ed muttered.

“Huh?”

“Listen, speaking as a man, I think it’s you,” he repeated. You furrowed your brows. Before you could ask for more clarification Dale grabbed your arm which surprised you. You were holding his drink in your hand.

“This is for-” you started and he took the drink, handed it to Ed and dragged you away. You had barely gotten out of view before his lips were on yours. He pressed you flush against the wall of one of the off rooms in the lodge he had managed to find. You pulled away to breath and he looked at you. You had never seen his eyes look like that. Filled with want.

You kissed him again with more fire behind your own lips and he took that happily. He picked up your leg and hiked it up on his side. You let him. After a few moments of the most intense make out session you had ever had you had to pull away.

“We have to go and follow up on the information you got from that guy,” you whispered. You fixed his glasses and he fixed your dress. He let out a long sigh and nodded, pulling himself together. He knew you were right.

“Later,” he promised. You walked back into the main room and grabbed Dale’s drink from Ed to hand to him.

“Drink up. I’m going to talk to Harry.” Dale watched you go and then quickly followed, taking a drink of the one you had gotten for him.

#dale cooper x reader #agent dale cooper x reader #dale cooper imagines #agent dale cooper imagines #special agent dale cooper x reader #twin peaks imagines

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fangirl-imagines · 2 years

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A Cold Night//Dale Cooper x Reader

A/N: Requested by @super-who-dat, I love you and I’m so sorry for making you watch all of Twin Peaks lmao <3

The Twin Peaks Sheriff Department’s annual Christmas party was in full swing even though this year the festivities looked a little different. This year Lucy was drinking hot cocoa instead of Harry’s traditional spiked eggnog as she stood with Andy near the mistletoe, her unironically ugly Christmas sweater just barely starting to hug her baby bump. Harry, however, was on his third glass of eggnog already and laughing merrily at something Hawk said to him instead of his usual act of taking a handful of Christmas cookies and wishing everyone a good night and heading off into the night. But most unusual this year were the new guests in Twin Peaks. Albert Rosenfield sat in the corner with Denise, scanning the room over and over while making fun of everyone's Christmas sweaters and sniffing the eggnog suspiciously while Denise shook her head, well used to Albert by this point. The only person missing was the one you cared the most about seeing.

Special Agent Dale Cooper of the FBI.

He’d said he’d be here when you’d asked him earlier, a suspiciously huge grin on his face as he looked at you and said he couldn’t wait to see you tonight. Yet an hour into the party he was nowhere to be found. You tried to ignore your disappointment, it was probably silly to take his word so seriously when you’d only known the man for two weeks but in those two weeks he’d managed to make a lasting impression. Even with all the awful things that had been happening in Twin Peaks over the last few weeks, the police sketch you’d done of Bob still hanging around town and burned fresh into your brain forever, meeting Dale seemed to out way most of that. He was like a ray of warmth in the dark, cold Twin Peaks winter.

“Looking for someone?”

You choked on your hot chocolate for a second, looking over at Denise who’d suddenly appeared next to you, a sly, knowing grin on her face.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You tried to play dumb, looking over at where Harry had wrapped his arm around Albert. Someone definitely should cut him off about now.

Denise laughed, “You know I interrogate people for a living right?” She smirked, making you shake your head. “You know it’s none of my business but I have to say, one thing I’ve learned? Life's too short for regrets.” She offered you a soft smile.

You looked at her, trying not to blush. There was no way she could know about your feelings for Dale. Could she?

Seeing your surprise Denise laughed, “I’m rambling though. You know, I think Cooper is outside. Maybe you should go tell him to join the party?” She winked, walking off and leaving you standing there suddenly feeling very flushed in your thick sweater.

‘Maybe some cold air would help cool things off a little?’ You thought, slipping silently out of the party unnoticed and out into the cold night air.

It was well after dark, the sky black with only a few lonely stars dotting the seemingly endless backdrop. The lights from the building and the few street lamps in the parking lot were the only real lights that allowed you to see your breath in the air in front of you. You shivered, wrapping your arms tightly around yourself. Maybe you should have gone back for your coat?

“Cold?”

You jumped, whirling around to see Dale sitting on the front steps of the building, looking up at you with a tired grin on his face.

“Geeze, Dale!” You laughed, clutching your heart as you lowered yourself down to sit next to him.

“I apologize, I didn’t mean to frighten you.” He blushed, or maybe that was the cold making his cheeks so pink.

“That’s okay.” You smiled softly to him, bumping his shoulder with yours to reassure him it was fine. “What were you doing sitting out here in the dark?”

“I guess I didn’t feel much like a party.” He tried to sound cheery but his smile started to fall. “I got a call from Gorden this morning, I’ve been given a new assignment.” His eyes were sad as he looked over at you, gaging your reaction but you had suddenly found your shoes to be of great interest.

“Oh,” was all you said, “Well, I suppose you really can’t stay in one place forever.”

“Y/N,” Dale placed his hand on your shoulder, making you look up at him, “If I could, I’d never leave…Twin Peaks that is.” He added quickly. “This won’t be forever. I’ll be back.” He said just as much to reassure himself as to reassure you. His eyes glanced at your lips then back into your eyes. “Y/N…” He trailed off, his hand stroking your shoulder with his thumb.

You shivered again, but not from the cold this time.

“Oh!” Dale quickly began to shed his long black coat, remembering that you must be cold. He didn’t hesitate to shed the garment and wrapped it securely around your shoulders, pulling it around you. “There, that should help.”

You could have objected, worried that he’d just get cold now but the wool coat was toast warm wrapped around you and smelled like his cologne, something you’d miss more than you wanted to admit when Dale Cooper left Twin Peaks almost just as quickly as he’d appeared. “That reminds me, before I forget,” You started, reaching back behind you for your bag you’d brought with you. “I have something for you.”

You could feel Dale’s blue eyes watching you intently as you fished around in the bag and brought out a thin, neatly wrapped package for him. Dale grinned like you were handing him a bar of gold. He took it from you carefully, reaching for the top seam of the wrapping paper before pausing and looking up at you with a broad grin.

“Y/N, while your presence tonight is a gift enough, thank you for this, I love it already.” He gestured to the package, making you roll your eyes, “Just open it already.” You chuckled.

Dale didn’t need any further prompting before he tore off the paper and saw it was a vanilla envelope with “Twin Peaks Sheriff’s Department,” stamped on the top. Dale laughed at it, giving you a wink, he tossed it open and stopped immediately. You bit your lip nervously watching as Dale’s grin fell and his jaw dropped. Ever so gently he stroked his fingers over the painting you’d done of the woods around Twin Peaks. Beautiful green Douglas Fir trees covered the page, each with carefully drawn needles and peppered between their branches were small, slightly misdrawn birds, a Bewick’s Wren specifically as you’d heard Dale raving to Harry about how beautiful they were. You’d lived here your entire life and didn’t even know what they were named until Dale had asked you about them.

“I know you said you’d never seen anything like the trees here,” You started nervously, “This way you have a little piece of Twin Peaks you can take with you.”

Dale sat there quietly, still running his fingers along the painting carefully, feeling the texture of the paint under his fingertips.

“Dale…say something.” You breathed nervously.

“Y/N, I-” Dale looked up at you with tears glistening in his eyes. He swallowed them down, “This is the most wonderful thing anyone has ever given me.” He shook his head, glancing back down at the painting, “You really made this for me?” He smiled at you softly, almost not believing it which made your heart twinge a little because someone as kind and wonderful as Dale Cooper deserved the whole world twice over but your painting had moved him to tears. You wanted to say all of this to him but the words wouldn’t come so you nodded your head, reaching out and covering his hand with yours, giving him a light squeeze.

You took a deep breath, “I’m going to miss you Dale.”

Dale looked up at you, his crystal blue eyes staring into yours. He looked between your lips and your eyes, pausing for a moment as he heard you take a deep breath.

“Y/N, I have to confess, it’s not just the town that I’m going to miss.” He said softly, leaning forward slowly enough that you could move away if you wanted.

You sat still as a stone, just barely moving your head forward until your lips were ghosting over yours. His hand cupped your cheek, stroking your skin smoothly as he kissed you more passionately. Your arms wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer to you as you sat as close to each other as possible. Neither of you knew how long you stayed like that until, “Uh, sorry to interrupt.”

You and Dale broke apart quickly making Denise and Hawk smirk from the doorway where they poked their heads out.

“Dale, you’d better get back in here. Albert tried to argue with Andy that there’s not a Santa Claus and I think Harry is going to kill him.”

Dale sighed despite still having a painfully wide grin splitting his face from ear to ear. “I’ll be right there.” He said, his hand still on your face and your arms wrapped around him.

Denise and Hawk gave each other knowing smirks before retreating back inside the building leaving you and Dale back in your own dream world you had created with each other in the snow. You could feel your cheeks begin to hurt from smiling yourself.

“I need to go back inside.” Dale whispered to you, slowly taking your hands and standing.

“Is it really such a bad thing if Harry kills Albert though?” You ask, moving to pull off Dale's coat and hand it back to him.

Dale throws his head back laughing, “That depends entirely on who you ask.” He chuckles, taking your hand gently in his and leading you back into the building and out of the cold night.

#dale cooper #dale cooper x reader #dale cooper imagine #twin peaks #twin peaks x reader #twin peaks imagine #kyle mclachlan #special agent cooper #special agent dale cooper #christmas #christmas imagine

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antedilfuvian · 3 years

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#twin peaks #dale cooper #agent dale cooper #black lodge #not vtm #tho i like to imagine this is the shit diablerized elders go thru while theyre waiting 2 take over

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droogiesanddiscourse · 3 years

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could i request 1 with dale cooper please? love your twin peaks stuff 💖

┊ ༑ ࿐ྂ。#1 Inside a small, bustling café

"The Company is Better than the Coffee"

"Now, what you're about to experience is pure heaven on your tastebuds, [Y/N]," Dale speaks over the loud hustle and bustle of the early morning breakfast crowd. "I am telling you, you will never have a better cup of coffee. No cream, no sugar needed. Just pure, 100% locally sourced coffee beans grounded to perfection right here in Twin Peaks."

Sitting within one of the comfortably worn booths of the Double R Diner, Dale's brown eyes glisten as he passes a simple, brown porcelain cup across the table.

"There's truly nothing like it, a taste sensation," Dale muses dreamily, eagerly waiting for you to experience that first sip. Though you could not help but find it a bit funny, seeing how excited Dale was getting over something so mundane.

“I must admit, Cooper, this must be one good cup of coffee if you're hyping it up this much." You look down into the cup, seeing your reflection gaze back at you within the murky liquid. Your hand instinctively reaches towards the sugar dispenser, but Dale's quick reflexes grab it just in time.

"No need." He smiles, making a grand sweeping gesture with his other hand. "Just allow the natural flavors to take center stage, you won't even need cream or sugar. Promise."

You yield, albeit a bit startled by his persistence. Dale takes this as a sign to remove his hand from yours, interlocking them on the table. Just waiting. His eyes follow your every movement, watching as your fingers grasp around the handle of the mug. "Cheers," you cheekily offer your cup to Dale. "What are we toasting to today, Cooper?"

He pauses for a moment, thinking to himself for a few seconds before finally declaring. "To new friends." Raising his cup swiftly, he clinks his mug with yours.

"To new friends," you declare back exuberantly. The slightest hint of red brushes against his cheeks, and for a moment he averts his eyes from yours. He has never looked so flustered since his arrival.

You playfully pat the table in front of you a few times in excitement, garnering his attention once again. "Alright, enough waiting. Here we go, Coop." Finally, breaking Dale's intense anticipation, you bring the mug up to your lips.

You take a gulp of the hot liquid, letting it coat your tongue. It's rich, bold, and there's slight notes of something you could only describe as chocolatey. Eyes widening, you finally let the coffee slide it's way down your throat, immediately warming your body up. Without a single hesitation, you quickly gulp another mouthful to experience the taste all over again.

"So," Dale inquires, a hint of playfulness to his tone after you've finally sent your mug down. If your reaction was anything to go off of, he already had his answer.

"You sure were right, Coop. I think that might be the best cup of coffee I've ever had!" Watching Dale's eyes light up brought a smile to your face now, his vibrant energy practically contagious. He smiles, one that's wider and brighter than his usual one. What you would do to make him smile like that every single day.

"No sugar, no cream. It's...perfect! I cannot believe I've lived here my entire life, and never try the coffee! You sure do know your coffee."

He pats your hand, one that is more friendly and affirmative than romantic, but the butterflies in your stomach could not tell the difference. Weirder things have happened in Twin Peaks, falling for an enigmatic outsider would be the least of them.

"Now. If you thought the coffee was good, wait till you taste the cherry pie! [Y/N], you have got to believe me when I say, that the pie here at the Double R Diner is the most delicious dessert I have ever had the honor of eating. Norma is truly a wonderful cook."

He smiles, waiving his hand over at Shelly, to which she just nods. An unspoken request between the two of them, you already knew this pie Dale was going on and on about was on the way.

Maybe, the company is even better than the coffee.

#dale cooper imagine #dale cooper x reader #dale Cooper imagine #twin peaks x reader #twin peaks imagine #special agent dale cooper imagine #special agent dale Cooper x reader #Dale Cooper x reader #Dale Cooper imagine

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the104yearoldvirgin · 4 years

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Charlie: We’ve gotten word that the FBI is sending someone to help solve the Seattle murders! He’s going to be in town to interview the Biers family about Riley’s disappearance.

Carlisle: That’s wonderful! Did they tell you who they’re sending?

Charlie: His name is Cooper and apparently these spooky-type cases are his specialty.

Carlisle, sweating nervously: Dale Cooper?

Charlie: That’s the one!

Carlisle, dialing Esme’s cell number: I have to go talk to my wife immediately for unrelated reasons.

#crossover #twin peaks #twilight #twilight imagines #carlisle cullen #charlie swan #eclipse #twilightenment #twilight renaissance #cooper would have made eclipse infinitely better #dale cooper #agent dale cooper

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mulderscully · 6 years

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“My people believe that the White Lodge is a place where the spirits that rule man and nature reside. There is also a legend of a place called the Black Lodge. The shadow self of the White Lodge. Legend says that every spirit must pass through there on the way to perfection. There, you will meet your own shadow self. My people call it The Dweller on the Threshold.“

#twin peaks #twinpeaksedit #dale cooper #agent cooper #kyle maclachlan #david lynch #mine: twin peaks #imagine me not being obsessed with the black lodge #not realistic

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lemonmangosorbet · 6 years

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Twin Peaks au where everything is the same EXCEPT all the FBI agents have to wear this tank top at all times

#Twin Peaks #Special Agent Dale Cooper #Dale Cooper #Laura Palmer #Harry S Truman #Sheriff Truman #Kyle MacLachlan #Michael Ontkean #Sheryl Lee #photo #imagine Albert wearing this tank top.... imagine Gordon wearing this tank top?! sdghkjf-#and Harry's look of bewilderment every time a fbi agent shows up in Twin Peaks dressed like this lmao #mine #shitpost

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winchester-sisters-imagines · 7 years

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Imagine Meeting Agent Dale Cooper

Author’s Note: So, I know the first two seasons of Twin Peaks takes place in like 89-90, so we can all pretend that the Winchester siblings are older than what they would have been during that time. Also, I love Dale Cooper and Twin Peaks: The Return is amazing. This could possibly be a oneshot or something if you all want it. – Haley xx

You and your brothers were on heading home from Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada from a hunt. You all caught word that there was a Wendigo in the mountains surrounding the city and couples were going missing left and right. Now that the hunt was over, the Wendigo dead, and everyone safe again, you all were heading back to the States.

You were laying in the backseat, one arm draped over your eyes to shade them from the sun, while you tried to snooze away. You didn’t realize the car had stopped until the car door your head was leaning against opened, startling you.

“Rise and shine,” Dean said, looking down at you. “Let’s get some breakfast.”

You groan but sat up away. A new job come show up outta the works at any time, you all needed to eat when you could, even if that meant eating too much at one time. You slid out of the car and followed your brothers inside a small diner. The overhead sign said RR Café in bright neon red letters.

As soon as the door was opened, the smell of eggs and coffee hit your nose, making you drool slightly. “Welcome to the Double R Diner!” A girl across the counter said. She was about your age with long brown hair. “You folks take a seat and I’ll be with you.”

Dean nodded his head and led you and Sam to a booth in the back. The place was cozy, with a bunch of frame pictures of what you assumed were town citizens and events all over the walls. “Hey y’all,” the waitress said, walking up to your table. “I’m Shelly, what can I get ya?”

You and your brothers order and Shelly was off to give them to the cook. “This place is cool,” Sam said after a while.

“Did you see the sign outside?” Dean asked you two. “Home of Twin Peaks Cherry Pie. I’m getting a piece.”

“It’s eight in the morning,” you said, shaking your head. “You don’t need pie this early.”

“I need pie at all times, Y/N,” Dean said.

Your food arrived and you all dug in. You watched the townsfolk file in and out of the diner, talking to the waitress and ordering up coffee. One, in particular, caught your eye, he had to be around Dean’s age, maybe older. With his dark hair slicked back and black suit. Him and what looked like the sheriff walked into the diner and up to the counter.

“Good morning Sheriff Truman, good morning Agent Cooper,” Shelly said.

“Shelly, we need seven coffees to go and two boxes of donuts,” the sheriff said.

“I’ll get started on that order right away. You two take a seat.”

You watched them sit at the bar and talk among themselves. “Y/N, stop staring at people,” Sam said.

You threw him a look before making your gaze back to the two men. “He’s interesting.”

Shelly brought out their order in no time and soon the two men were standing up to leave. You saw something fall out of the man’s suit pocket and you knew this was your time to go and talk to him. As the men walked outside, you slipped out of the booth fast before Dean or Sam could say anything and swooped up what fell.

It was a key ring to the Great Northern Hotel. That must be where he was staying.

You dashed through the doors, “Excuse me?” They both turned around. “Sorry, but you dropped something.”

You held up the keyring. The man in the suit pressed a hand against his pocket. “Well, thank you, it seems like I can’t keep up with anything today.” He held out his hand and you placed the keyring into it. His palm was warm and the touch sent sparks throughout your body. “I’m Dale Cooper,” he said softly to you.

He had to felt the spark. “I’m Y/N Winchester.”

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