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my-head-is-an-animal · 1 year

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Happy Wednesday

Chapter 9

Finch had warned him how careful you were, you’d spot a tail a mile off. Reese changed cars on each tail, but Finch was unsure about whether you’d fall for it.

‘Well, we’ve been to the school and to the charity garden party,’ Reese sighed. ‘I haven’t seen anything so far that strikes me as odd. Her security personnel are very thorough.’

‘Evelyn wouldn’t hire anything less,’ Finch sounded like he was walking. ‘She has always seen quality in people, even and most especially when they cannot see it in themselves. She has a way with people that is… breath taking.’

Reese thought it an odd choice of word, that was until he parked close to the university building to see the man himself standing across the road, watching you step out of the blacked out vehicle, surrounded by three bodyguards and a much smaller driver. You were escorted swiftly and quickly into the building that was filled with students and visitors alike.

Finch looked like a man longing for a life he once had, but had taken away too soon. Reece could see the heartbreak in his eyes, in the way he stood looking up at the university building, he really loved you.

‘You think this is a good idea?’ Reese asked, scanning the street as he approached where Finch was standing. ‘She might see you.’

‘I know it might be a mistake, but…’ there was evident emotion in his voice that Reese wasn’t quite ready for. ‘She didn’t deserve to be put in such danger. I should never have involved her with the machine, should’ve kept her at arm’s length… but then,’ Harold chuckled. ‘She’d never forgive me if I didn’t tell her, and honestly, I don’t know which is worse.’

Reese didn’t have any advice, but he couldn’t stop Finch from going in to see your speech, all he could do was keep you both safe.

There were heavy checks before anyone was allowed to enter the lecture hall, and Reese decided he wanted to take a look around instead of sitting listening to you talk about the internet.

‘Let me know if you see anything.’ He said, leaving a somewhat nervous Finch to enter the very back of lecture hall on his own.

Harold made his way to a seat in the very back row amongst students sitting with their laptops and phones out. It gave him a small lift to realise how entertained you would be by that.

He could feel his heart pumping a little harder as you were being introduced by the usual lecturer. Just seeing you in the flesh would be a privilege he hadn’t allowed himself in far too long.

God, you were so beautiful. You’d barely changed since he last saw you, maybe a haircut that framed your face better than before, but you still had that playful confidence that he’d known you for.

He was reminded briefly of your first kiss inside his hotel room, you always looked so good in that dress, so elegant in evening wear, but somehow you were making business dresses look elegant as well. The dark green of the one you were wearing for the lecture was stunning. A square cut with a floral design sewn over the top. You also wore the silver necklace, fiddling with it slightly as you stood flicking through your notes.

Harold was captivated by every word, your voice unfiltered was something he missed so much, hearing your jokes, your one-liners, hearing you whisper, ‘I love you’. He removed his glasses, trying to compose himself and keep his emotions in check. Your entire speech was detailed, thorough and passionate, he sorely missed the passion you held for your work, so to see it one more time was a blessing he would always take advantage of.

‘Finch, you there?’ Reese said in his earpiece.

‘I’m here.’ Harold said as quietly as he could.

‘I’ve found the threat, four men posing as delivery drivers,’ he was panting a little. ‘But I need you to keep her there a little longer while I figure out how to get rid of them.’

‘Mr Reece, I cannot-‘

‘Finch these men will kidnap her if they get a chance. What’s worse, she finds out you’re alive, or she’s killed for information?’ Reese made his point and Harold’s chance was coming.

He quickly wrote down a question and handed it off to a student, who just looked at him and shrugged. Harold urged him to ask it.

‘Any questions?’ You asked as a sign off to your speech.

‘Er, yeah,’ the student put his hand up to begrudgingly speak. ‘What about the dangers of the spread of misinformation? Surely that can used as a security measure, to keep information safe?’

Harold had his eyes down, he couldn’t bear to look up, but you hadn’t yet answered and he got curious. You were looking directly at him. His entire body went cold, you had such disappointment in your eyes that it killed him. You took a deep breath and slipped off your glasses, clearing your throat before you spoke.

‘It would depend entirely on the information.’ You swallowed back any emotion you felt and Harold felt terrible that he’d caused you such pain in such a public setting. You cleared your throat once again. ‘If that’s all there is, it’s been a pleasure speaking with you.’

Harold began to panic, he hadn’t given Reese enough time, in fact, you were leaving earlier than intended. What had he done?

‘Mr Reese?’ Harold stood with the rest of the noisy students, only to hear a lot of physical movement being made by Reese, he was in the middle of a fight, but he still needed to be warned. ‘I’m afraid, I may have miscalculated, Miss Brooke has left the lecture hall and will be on her way to your position by now.’

There was no reply and that was never a good sign. Harold made his way to the where the delivery trucks would come in and found the one thing he dreaded more than anything. Reese passed out with a heavy wound to his head and your necklace on the floor next to one of the wheel of your own empty car.

You had been kidnapped.

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fdq666roadie-blog · 2 years

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Prompt: Intercrural Sex Relationships: Harold/AFAB Reader Characters: Harold B. Darrensworth Tags: Intercrural Sex, Thigh Job

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strangesthirdeye · 3 months

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No one:

me: *watching Ghostbusters for the first time and laid eyes on Egon Spengler*

Also me: *new fictional character crush unlock*

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egonspenglershusband · 6 months

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Egon looks really fucking good with a beard

That's it that's the whole post just me noting the fact that Egon looks really good with facial hair

#now if you mind I'm going to go lay down and cry because of Ghost Egon #ghostbusters #Ghostbusters afterlife #ghostbusters fandom #dr egon spengler #egon spengler #ghostbusters egon #egon spengler x reader #f/o #fictional other #egon my beloved #harold ramis #Dr Egon Spengler x reader

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shelbgrey · 8 months

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- Dr. Egon Spengler Aesthetic

#Egon spengler #Ghostbusters #Egon spengler aesthetic #Aesthetic #Mood board #harold ramis #Egon spengler x reader #Ghostbusters 2 #Egon #My favorite Ghostbusters

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multifandomfanficss · 26 days

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Never Listen To Venkman

Egon Spengler x Reader

(With platonic!Peter Venkman)

Prompt: When you and Peter are left alone to experiment with a suspicious, blue, viscous slime, things go south and Egon comes home to you having a paranormal induced panic attack.

Warnings: panic attacks, autistic meltdowns, sensory issues, detailed descriptions of sensory issues, feeling uncomfortable in one’s own skin.

A/N: Back in my Ghostbusters era. It is contractually obligated that I must re-obsess every time a new movie comes out. I’ve loved Egon since I was a little kid. I can’t believe I’ve never written for him. The italics are flashbacks. This is crossposted on my AO3 adriansglasses.

The reader is intended to be autistic, but can be read any way you’d like. Anyone is allowed to relate and see themselves in the reader wether they’re autistic or not!

You were sitting at your desk with in your small shared lab with Egon in the firehouse when you heard footsteps. You thought you had been home alone until Peter walked in.

“What are you doing here? I thought you were going on a double date with Winston while Ray and Egon were at the movie.” You questioned him, putting down your pen. You had been taking notes on a new kind of slime the boys had found. It was different from the other slime they’d found last month when Vigo was trying to take over. While Vigo’s slime was pink in color, this slime was blue and had a more viscous consistency.

“Oscar had a fever, so Dana and I decided to cancel. She thinks he’s getting his first tooth.” Peter smiles. Despite the jokes he’s made and the amount of times he’s said he was nowhere near ready to be a father, he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t happy being back with Dana again and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t love Oscar just as much as he loved her.

“Did Winston still go?” You ask.

“Oh, yeah. He’s probably back in her apartment with the bed rocking as we speak. No way he’s coming home tonight.” Peter laughed at his own joke as you cringe.

“You’re disgusting.” You roll your eyes.

“What are you up to tonight? Got a hot date with a slime? Not too different from your usual dating life.” He chuckles.

“You’re such a dick, Venkman. I figured while everybody was out tonight I’d try to find out SOMETHING about this new slime. Egon and I have been studying it for two days and we have literally nothing.” You gesture to the blue goo on your desk.

“Do you need help?” He asks.

“Are you offering to help me on your night off?” You ask, shocked.

“I’ve got nothing better to do.” Peter shrugs.

“Are you gonna take it seriously?” You hesitate.

“I’m always serious!” Peter bluffs. Peter was never serious. Egon was always serious. His bluntness and black and white thinking had always been a comfort to you. He wasn’t some puzzle you had to figure out. He just was. Being with him wasn’t a guessing game the same way it was with Peter.

“Somehow that’s hard to believe, but I could really use your expertise in parapsychology, so I’ll say yes.” You sigh. You know this probably isn’t the best idea, but Peter knows more about this topic than you do. You’d be stupid to reject his help.

“If you’ll be the subject, I’ll run the experiment.” He says, taking out the helmet with wires.

“Okay.” You agree. Once the helmet is on you should be connected to a series of machines able to read the energy of your emotions, as well as the slime itself, giving you a more direct connection without touching. Peter starts asking you a series of questions, trying to draw different emotional responses.

“Think of a time when you were happy, really happy.” He prompts. Your mind, wandered around the room, trying to think of something, when your eyes landed on Egon’s book sitting on his desk.

It made you think of the first time you realized you had deep feelings for him. While you’d always thought he was attractive, you realized your feelings were deeper than you thought, far beyond a harmless little crush, one day when he let you borrow his book. As you read his notes in the margins you were able to analyze things like him, see the world through his eyes. You saw how his brain connected and processed things. You always liked the person he’d shown you, but writing in the margins is different. When you take notes in a book, you’re not putting on a mask for people to see. Notes in the margins are just for you. There’re your unfiltered thoughts. Seeing who Egon was when nobody was watching was different. He was funny, smart, deep, curious, not as confident as he pretended to be; he didn’t censor himself in his books. He wasn’t quiet in his books. Reading his margins felt intimate.

“You’re thinking about Spengler, aren’t you?” Venkman teases.

“Why would you say that?” You look at him, embarrassed.

“Because you’re in loooooove!” Peter mocks.

“Can we change the subject?” You practically beg.

“Think of a moment where you were uncomfortable.” Peter prompts.

“This conversation.” You fiddle with your fingers.

“No, really. I wanna see how it reacts to discomfort.”

“Fine.” You sigh. You think back to one of your many lab accidents. Working in a lab with sensory issues is never easy and that was something you and Egon both struggled with.

You think back to the day when you superglued your fingers shut by accident. You got them apart, but you couldn’t get the the residue off. You started to hyperventilate, on the verge of tears. You wanted to hit your hands on things, but you knew that wouldn’t help. You couldn’t peel off the glue without peeling off your skin.

“What’s wrong?” Egon looked at you puzzled, and a bit worried.

“Superglue! I- I- I can’t get it off!” You shake your hands, violently, your whole body is tensed up.

Egon quickly takes a bottle out from his desk drawer and runs over to you. He grabs your hands.

“Look at me, (Y/N). It’s okay. I’ll take off all the residue.” He promises, giving you a soft smile. Despite not liking seeing you in such discomfort, he forces the smile to help calm you down. He begins to massage the liquid from the bottle onto your fingers with a rag.

“See, it’s okay. It’s coming off.” He continues to speak softly, calming you.

“What is that stuff?” You ask.

“I wish I could say it’s some sort of fancy, scientific, protective disinfectant, but as it so happens it’s only nail polish remover.” You both chuckle quietly. “Janine gave it to me the last time I got superglue on something and couldn’t get it off.” He smiles down at your hands, still focused on getting the last little bit off.

“This slime is so different from the mood slime. I thought I saw it let go of a bubble, but it’s mostly doing nothing. I think it might be dead. I think it might be time to bury it in the backyard.” Peter begins to fake sob.

“Knock it off.” You laugh. “What backyard? This is Manhattan!”

“You should try touching it.” Peter suggests.

“Egon, said I should under no circumstances touch it directly, especially while he’s not here.” You inform him.

“Well Egon, is being overprotective. Nothing bad happened when everyone else touched the pink slime and I accidentally ate green slime once.” Venkman says.

“What do you mean accidentally?” You ask.

“It was our first mission. Slimer ran through me. It was a whole thing. I think you should touch it… You might be able to figure out what it is before Spengler gets back…” He tries to change your mind.

“You’re sure there were no serious side effects from touching the other slimes?” You ask, hesitantly. Egon would be annoyed if he found out you went against his pleas to keep your hands away from the plasma, but you wanted to impress him.

“Nothing serious. I grew an extra pinky, but they cut it off.” He jokes.

“Haha, very funny, Venkman.” You roll your eyes.

“Fine.” You sigh, taking a deep breath before plunging your hand into the blue viscous goo. “Oh…This is literally fine.” You feel no effect, but when your heart rate picks up you realize you spoke too soon. You fall onto the floor, knocking over the slime. You feel like your heart is racing, like it could beat out of your chest and you can’t suck enough air into your lungs. You’re terrified.

“(Y/N)!” Peter yells, rushing to the floor to help you. He tries to touch the the hand not covered in blue slime, but you push him away, sobbing. You don’t want him anywhere near you. You’re slipping away from reality into a deep state of panic and paranoia.

“Please! No!” You sob. It’s the only thing you can manage to get out. You barley recognize Peter anymore. He doesn’t feel like a friend. He feels like a threat.

“Honestly, the movie was quite terrible. Ray stopped for a 99 cent pizza on the corner. What did you- (Y/N)?!” Egon speaks as he enters the room, cutting himself off when he notices you’re in distress.

“Pete, what happened?!” Egon questions once he sees Venkman.

“We were doing an experiment and they touched the goo and they just started freaking out. They won’t let me near them.” Peter tells him, obviously shaken. You hear the two men, but you don’t process them. It’s like you’re underwater.

“This is different from their usual sensory issues. I think they’re having a panic attack.” Egon kneels in front of you. “(Y/N), you’re okay. You’re safe. You’re in the firehouse. I’m here.” He tells you slowly.

“I- I can’t breathe!” You gasp for air.

“Your lungs are expanding and contracting at a rate too fast for your body to intake oxygen. I need you to try to breathe slow and deep with me. In…and out. Nice and slow.” He prompts. “Peter, I need latex gloves and towels.” Venkman could have made multiple jokes about Egon’s command, but looking at you this way made him uneasy. It wasn’t the right time. After being handed the gloves, Egon slipped them on and got to work cleaning off your slime covered arm. You begin to sob, overwhelmed by the feeling of the slime, the latex gloves, and the towel. It was difficult to handle on top of your panic attack. “Peter, we need to get them into the decontamination shower.”

“No!” You gasp between sobs.

“Come, on. I’ll go with you. We can get all the plasma off of you.” Egon speaks softly, but with a gentle urgency, as he tries to coax you to the shower. You shake your head no. “Are you against touch right now?” He asks.

“They did not like when I touched them.” Venkman warns.

“Only you-“ You break out in a sob. It doesn’t even cross your mind that you may be offending Peter by only wanting Egon. Luckily he’s not offended. Egon begins to take off his glove to provide skin to skin contact on the arm not drenched in slime in an effort to comfort you.

“Aren’t you worried about getting that stuff on you?” Venkman questions, worried Egon will shutdown like you.

“I’m getting in the decontamination shower anyway.” Egon shrugs, turning to you. He takes your hand in his, softly rubbing the top with his thumb.

“But- but your clothes will get all wet!” You sob. You knew Egon had his own sensory issues. You’d often have to help him when his long sleeves would get wet during experiments. It would drive him crazy. He avoided puddles like the plague and always had an umbrella nearby.

“Try not to worry about me right now. I just want you to focus on your breathing. I can always change my clothes.” He smiles. While it hurts him to see you so distressed, he was happy to know you cared about his comfort. “Let’s go shower. You can’t leave all that slime on you. I believe it’s worsening your mental state.” You nod, still crying.

“I’ll get them under the shower, I’ll need you to turn it on. Make sure not to touch the slime. I got a minuscule amount on my finger and it’s making me rather anxious. I can only imagine what this amount is doing to them.” Egon tells Peter. He helps you to stand, walking your trembling form over to the shower. “There we go. Just a few more steps. You’re doing wonderfully, (Y/N).” Egon softly attempts to comfort you.

Once you’re under the shower head, Venkman turns it on. Both you and Egon jolt at the sudden water pressure. He tightens both his jaw and his grip on you, holding his eyes shut tight. He can’t stand the feeling of his wet clothes against his body, but he’s brave for you. Once adjusted to the water, Egon begins to wash the slime off your body with care. Peter leaves to go upstairs and get you some towels. You feel the panic and paranoia start to leave your body. Despite still being incredibly anxious, you were starting to phase out of your slime induced panic attack. You lean against Egon, struggling to hold your own body weight. Maybe you’ll be more embarrassed tomorrow, but right now you just needed to be held. You were craving pressure on your body. You felt as if you would float off the ground if you weren’t held down. Egon wraps his arms around you, bringing you closer. He places a kiss on your forehead before placing his chin on top of your head. You snuggled into his chest, finding his pulse. You didn’t have the time or the bandwidth in your brain to think about what the kiss meant. You just wanted to be close to him.

“You’re okay, (Y/N). You’re safe.” Egon tells you. You’re not sure if it’s for your benefit or his. It’s for both, really.

You’re quiet for most of the night, unable to bring yourself to speak. Egon doesn’t mind. He thinks a verbal shutdown is more than understandable after the night you’ve had. After the shower, you follow Egon around the fire station. You don’t want to be alone right now. He doesn’t mind. He puts out some of his clothes for you to wear; pajama pants and one of his soft sweaters. He goes to leave the room for you to change, but you stop him.

“Can- can we just like? Turn around?” You ask. “I’m sorry. If you’re uncomfortable, that’s okay. I just really don’t wanna be alone right now.” You voice is hoarse from crying.

“Of course.” He smiles, turning around.

“I’m decent.” He informs you after a minute of rustling.

“Me too.” You tell him and you both turn around.

“I’m sorry.” You tell him, near tears again. You feel awful for how tonight went. This was supposed to be the boys’ day off. Egon gives you a sad look.

“You have nothing to be sorry for. You were just trying to help. Venkman told me he put you up to it anyway.” Egon sighs.

“I probably shouldn’t have listened to him.” You let out a sad chuckle, one tear slipping past you, down your cheek. You wipe it quickly.

“Never listen to Venkman.” Egon gives a sad laugh.

“At least we figured out what the slime does… Egon, can I ask you a question?” You hesitate.

“Well, you just did, but yes.” He smiles, joking to lighten the mood. You smile at him.

“Why did you do all that? You took off your gloves, putting yourself at risk and then you put yourself through sensory hell just to get me cleaned up.” You question him.

“Isn’t it obvious? (Y/N), I care about you.” You look at him, thinking about the tone in his words. You can’t quite decipher it, but there’s something else there. Is it possible he could feel the same way about you that you feel about him? “You should get some sleep.” He interrupts your thoughts. “If you’d rather not be alone, you may sleep in my room tonight. I would find it beneficial to monitor you overnight to watch for long lasting effects, anyway.” He adds.

“Only if that’s okay with you.” You hesitate.

“Of course it’s okay with me. I just suggested it.” He smiles.

Once you’re settled into bed, Egon turns off the lights and climbs in next to you.

“Egon, I’m still anxious.” You blurt out into the dark.

“Do you need pressure?” He asks.

“Yes.” You say, hoping he doesn’t mind. He doesn’t seem to mind, as he scoops you into his arms. You cuddle into his chest, surrounded by him, surrounded by safety. You know this should be weird, but it doesn’t feel weird. As Egon kisses the top of your forehead again, bidding you goodnight, you wonder what this all means. You wonder what you are to each other. You feel you’ve crossed the line as friends, but you’re too tired and too awkward and too anxious to talk about labels. You and Egon never quite fit into boxes as people anyway. Your relationship didn’t need to either. Whatever this was between you was comforting. It was safe and it was going to help you sleep tonight.

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planetatlas · 8 months

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~ Sanctuary ~ Duncan (TDI)

Summary: You and Duncan are childhood friends. After Duncan leaves for the show he got cast on, Total Drama Island, all the both of you do is count the days until he gets home.

Content: Fluff, you patiently waiting for Duncan to come home, Duncan using his love for you as his coping mechanism for getting through the show.

A/N: I listened to Sanctuary by Joji the entire time I was writing this. Just a bit of childhood friends to lovers fluff.

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It was summertime. Five year old Duncan was currently chasing a five-year-old (Y/N) through the park. The sun was shining, Duncan could barely hear the birds whistling and cars driving by over the wind rushing through his ears as he ran as fast as he could after you. “TAG! You’re it!” He screamed as he finally got close enough to slap your back lightly. He watched you turn around before he took off sprinting the other direction. You were getting closer, and closer, until your little hand began reaching for his arm. You were so close to touching him, just a little further and-

He felt a slight poking sensation on his butt, then fully woke up when he felt something poke him in the nose. He grabbed whatever was poking him before standing up and snapping it in half. It was a stick. The other members of his team were using a stick to wake him up. He was more than a little irritated, as not only had he warned them not to wake him, but they also used a stick and poked him instead of just shaking him or yelling or literally anything else. On top of that, they interrupted a dream of a fond memory he has of when you two were children. It was the day you two had met. As he demanded an explanation and then proceeded to teach his team how to win dodgeball, you stayed in the back of his mind. He wondered if you were watching him right now.

You watched as Duncan led his team to victory in the dodgeball tournament, this episode’s event. You laughed quietly to yourself at the fact that he managed to turn the tournament into a game of one-sided prison dodgeball. You felt slightly bad watching the other team get demolished, but you were happy for Duncan for winning that episode. As it ended and you turned your TV off, you bid your parents goodbye as you grabbed your things and headed to your room. As happy as you were that Duncan was offered such a big opportunity like this, you also felt lonely. It felt a little selfish, but you missed Duncan a lot. He was basically the only person you talked to, but you tried to keep yourself occupied by talking to and hanging out with your other school friends. You just wished you could communicate with him and see how he was doing. The show he was on looked a little brutal, and you couldn’t help but worry about his well-being.

This place was starting to get to Duncan. He didn’t show it outwardly, but it was starting to drain him and he felt like he was going insane. He knew the viewers of Total Drama Island probably believed it was all for show, but this show was actually physically dangerous sometimes. The only thing that kept him sane and determined was counting down the days until he got to go home, to you. He sat on the steps of his cabin and watched as everyone mingled about since this was one of the rare moments the cameras weren’t stalking them and they got to hang out together freely. That was another thing that got on his nerves, the constant invasion of privacy. It was all stacking up and causing him way too much stress to be normal. Courtney walked over to him and asked if he was okay, but he shrugged her off, giving her the excuse of being tired and not in the mood to socialize. That was partly true, he only really wanted to socialize with you at the moment. He wondered what you were up to, how you were doing, what you had been doing since he’d left. He wished you were here with him. He then thought about his “relationship” with Courtney. The producers, directors, and Chris thought it would be a great idea, as it would bring in more publicity and spice things up, but Duncan found that he just could not make it real no matter what. However, he knew exactly why he couldn’t feel for Courtney romantically.

She couldn’t compare to you in his eyes. You were the one who held his affection, no one else.

You were sitting in bed, watching YouTube on your laptop. You were having trouble paying attention though, as your mind wandered to Duncan again. The episodes of Total Drama Island were getting more and more shocking and dangerous, and it made you wonder just how much of it was fake. Surely they wouldn’t knowingly endanger several minors to this degree, right? You were just glad that Duncan has made it this far unscathed. It reminded you of when he’d get into fights or hurt himself doing something stupid and you’d be there to patch him up, like always. The distance and inability to contact him was starting to weigh on you a little. You really missed him, but at least you got to see him and hear him talk, even if it was through a TV screen. You were grateful for this, as he wasn’t afforded the same luxury with you.

Duncan laid curled on his bunk, one of your hoodies tucked into his chest. He’d made sure everyone else was asleep before bringing it out, he didn’t want anyone else to get a hold of it, much less know about it. They had done the “Phobia Factor” episode today and it took a lot out of him mentally. Initially, he was scared stiff at the mere idea of hugging a Celine Dion standee, but when he got up to it, memories of you and your comfort gave him the courage to go through with it. Before he hugged it, he just remembered the times when he’d freak out if you two passed one when you were out together, and you would tease him for it. However, when the nightmares would come the night after you always comforted him through them, not a hint of teasing or judgment to be found. He breathed in the smell of your hoodie, which was lavender laundry detergent. The moonlight was shining through the window, hitting the object in his hand perfectly and giving him full visibility to it. It was a locket, to which you had a matching one, with a photo of you in it. As time went on, he felt as though this show was as bad as juvie, with no contact with you. He was grateful he was able to bring your hoodie and the locket this time, since he couldn’t have them in juvie. As he considered it, he’d probably want the items here instead as sometimes this place felt more traumatizing than juvie. The lavender scent from your hoodie lulled him to sleep that night, unaware of someone who happened to catch a glimpse of what he had been holding.

You were struggling to sleep that night. You kept reminiscing on memories of you and Duncan. They were brought up when you watched the most recent episode of TDI. The fact that Duncan actually admitted to his fear of Celine Dion music store standees and had to hug one was hilarious to you. You remembered all the times he would jump when you would pass them, and then you would remember the many nights you had comforted him after a nightmare about the stupid things. It may be a silly fear, but you never looked down on him for it. It was just a part of who he was, and you took it in stride along with everything else. It didn’t change your perception of him, he was still the same guy you loved with all your heart. You then began to wonder about the romance he seemed to have with Courtney. You wondered if it was just some random romance for publicity or if it was real. It looked real enough, but something felt off. Maybe you just knew Duncan too well and could tell when he was acting or wasn’t being sincere about something. You hugged your plushie to your chest, trying to ground yourself and distract your mind from the topic. As you hugged it, you thought about how you got it. It was a plushie Duncan had won you at a carnival a couple of years ago. It was cheesy, just a stuffed rabbit, but it was special. It was the first thing he’d ever gotten you. Whenever you had to be separated from him for a while, or even if the smell would just start to fade, he’d spray his cologne onto it. It was subtle, but it smelt like him. Everything about him smelt like it; his room, his clothes, even his shampoo and conditioner came in the same scent, but it was his and it comforted you. You reached over and opened your matching locket to see the photo you had taken of him one day when he wasn’t paying attention. You fell asleep with the locket still clutched in your hand, which your parent took and put back on your nightstand before turning the lights off when they came to check on you after seeing your light still on.

Harold, DJ, Geoff, and Owen snuck into the Killer Bass cabin after seeing Duncan walk into the cafeteria hall. They dug around Duncan’s bunk for a moment before DJ pulled out a plain black hoodie. “It smells like lavender,” he informed the others as they gathered around to look at it. Harold then brought up the point, “I mean it’s just a plain black hoodie but I don’t think he’s the kind of guy to use lavender laundry detergent, and it’s weird that we’ve never seen him wear it,” the other boys murmuring in agreement and confusion, wondering why Duncan would have such an item and not wear it. “Look guys! Check this out,” Geoff alerted before pulling a locket out of Duncan’s pillowcase. Owen opened the locket before gasping in surprise. The other boys gathered around and saw a photo of a person in it. They began to question who it was and if they were the reason Duncan wouldn’t pursue Courtney romantically outside of camera view. Then they heard the door slam open. Everyone screamed when they saw Duncan, who looked like he was about to explode. Needless to say, they didn’t attempt to pry into Duncan’s life and warned everyone else not to either, but they didn’t tell anyone what they saw. They felt it was personal and believed it should be Duncan's choice whether or not to talk about it.

You were watching the newest episode of TDI with your friends, just talking amongst yourselves when you weren’t glued to what was happening on screen. One of your friends asked you how you were doing with Duncan being gone for the show for so long, and you admitted that it had been a little difficult but you were grateful to them for helping you and keeping you busy. They began teasing you for having a crush on Duncan, saying you were “so in love”. You just rolled your eyes but you kept watching the TV as your eyes would stay glued to Duncan. One of your other friends then asked how you felt about his romance with Courtney, to which you responded saying it didn’t bother you that much seeing as how you weren’t dating and he could make his own choices. You didn’t admit that it did make you quite jealous, as you didn’t feel like it was your place to be.

It had been months since he started TDI. So many people had gotten sent home, and finally, it was his turn. He made it to fourth place, he wished he could’ve won but it’s better than nothing. He was more than a little annoyed when he was brought to Playa Des Losers after being eliminated and seeing how much better it was than Camp Wawanakwa. Despite that, he was trying to enjoy what little time he had there. Since he was fourth, only three more people needed to be eliminated before they all went home which wouldn’t be long. Courtney did approach him at one point, talking to him normally before asking if he wanted to make their romance on the show real. He turned her down politely, stating that he already had feelings for someone else back at home. She inquired if they were dating and if the kiss they shared on the show counted as cheating, but he told her you weren’t dating but he still did it just for the show. She understood, turning to walk over to Bridgette and Geoff sitting by the pool. His mind then swarmed with thoughts of you. He was still counting down the days until he could see you again. The thought of seeing you made his entire body buzz and fill with warmth.

Seeing Duncan get voted off did sadden you a little, but you were also growing more excited by the day. Duncan came in fourth, which meant the show would end soon. Soon, he’d be back home, back in your arms. You could hardly contain yourself as the days passed by and the show finally ended with Owen being the winner.

The day of his arrival was finally here and you couldn’t stop bouncing with excitement. You’d been anticipating this for so long. You watched as the plane landed, he’d texted you when the boat brought them back to the mainland telling you he got soaked and had to change before the flight. You laughed at that, and continued to wait patiently. Finally, the plane landed and the contestants began filing out. You stood there anxiously, searching for the green mohawk you’d missed. You noticed a few of the guys from the show do a double take when they saw you, but you figured they just had you confused with someone else. Finally, he came out of the loading dock and when he saw you both of you froze. You didn’t know what to do, you were so overwhelmed with excitement and shock and happiness that your brain stopped functioning for a minute. It seems like his did as well.

When Duncan exited the loading dock and caught sight of you, it felt like time froze. To him, no one else existed at the moment, and how could they when you were finally in front of him? After a minute he shook his head to clear his thoughts, vaguely taking notice of the other former contestants staring at the both of you, but he didn’t have time to process it as he lunged at you, engulfing you in a hug. You hugged him back just as tightly, jumping up as he reached you and wrapping your legs around his waist. His arms flew behind your back and pinned you to him, squeezing so tightly you would think he was trying to suffocate you but you didn’t mind. You two stayed like that for a while before releasing your hold on him and dropping back to the ground. You grabbed him by the hand and said, “Let’s go get your luggage and go home.” All he could do was nod dumbly like a lovesick puppy as he followed you to baggage claim.

You and Duncan were in your room, laying on your bed with you slightly leaning against stacked pillows and Duncan laying on your front with his head on your chest and your arms around his back. Duncan had music playing softly on your TV, and you were just basking in each other’s presence until Duncan let out a quiet hum. You nudged him to question what he was saying, and he brought his head up to rest his chin on your chest, looking you in the eyes.

“You know the thing with Courtney wasn’t real right? None of it was.” he questioned you.

You replied, “Of course I did. I know you well enough to know when something is off,” rolling your eyes at the end.

Instead of a snarky reply, Duncan simply looked at you thoughtfully. He looked like he was gathering his thoughts and figuring out what to say before opening his mouth. “The fake romance with her did make me realize I need to admit something I’ve been hiding for too long.”

“Oh? And what would that be?”

“That I’m in love with you. The distance and not being able to talk to you or see you didn’t help either.”

You stared at him wide-eyed, mouth slightly open with shock. He watched your reaction for a moment, before disappointment crossed his face and he went to speak again before you stopped him. “Before you say it, don’t be sorry because you didn’t make anything uncomfortable. I’ve been waiting to hear those words for so long.”

He looked shocked for just a second before soft warmth filled his eyes. “Well if I knew you’d been waiting I would’ve told you sooner. In that case, would you go out with me? And do me the honor of going on a date this weekend?”

“Absolutely, I’m all yours,” you smiled gently as you responded to him. He gave you a content look before laying back down onto your chest, beginning to doze off as happiness and love filled his body. He felt like he’d been waiting for this forever, been waiting to be here. He’d been waiting to come home, to you.

His sanctuary.

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A/N: I loved writing this one, it's just so adorable to me. Feel free to request anything!

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That smile... 🔥

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excuse me?????? when did this happen??????

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Hello friend!

If I may request some fics…

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my-head-is-an-animal · 1 year

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Happy Wednesday

Chapter 8

Three years later

Harold listened in horror. He never intended to specifically learn your social security number, but he did and during his time away from the machine, it had come up a total of six times. Your life was in immediate danger and he had no way of warning you without compromising his cover. He was supposed to be dead, you were supposed to be getting on with your life.

It wasn’t a decision he made lightly, in fact, he had never been in so much pain in his life, without you, life was agony, but there was nothing else he could do.

He sent Reese to your security company to find out about the threat in your life. Harold had watched from the shadows as you mourned his death, you thought it would kill you. He heard you at night, crying, he listened for a while when you went to therapy, but not for long. He couldn’t bear to hear anymore of how much he’d hurt you.

In the time you’d been together, one day off two years, you worked hard on building the security system for the machine, Harold had shown you how it worked, introduced you to it and curiously watched it take a liking to you. He wasn’t stupid, he understood the AI he was building, he knew it had imprinted on him, he just never expected it to imprint on you as well.

For the longest time Harold wondered if he’d made the right decision, but it didn’t matter anymore, the decision was made whether it was right or not. No going back. But he could still look after you.

Harold whipped up a will that made sure you were left with some money to buy a building for your business and after a long while of being angry that you had that money, you did it. Brooke Security was now one of the titans of the technology industry. You’d built it from scratch, all the work was done off your own back and Harold felt immense pride, so much so that it was now the only security system he used for anything.

He thought often how you perhaps didn’t fully mourn his death, instead you let your pain fuel you through long nights and hard days, all of it spent working towards your dream.

But when your number came up, Harold’s heart broke again. Reese definitely noticed, but Harold was a very private person and gave no confirmation that he knew who you were. Instead, he observed from the shadows as he always had.

Reese entered the classy building, mostly it looked well decorated, simplistic and modern much like one of Harold’s safe houses. People in suits, talking on phones, carrying briefcases were darting in and out of on another, but it mostly seemed a very calming place to work.

‘Hi there, how can I help?’ The receptionist smiled a surprisingly authentic smile. It was only then that Reese noticed the sudden increase in large men with ear pieces, security really was at an all time high.

‘I have an appointment with Miss Brooke.’ He tried to sound pleasant.

‘With the boss herself, that must have taken you a while to secure.’ The receptionist smiled as she picked up the phone. ‘Hi Beth, I’ve got…’ she gestured for his name.

‘Reese.’

‘Reese here for Evie.’ Reese thought it odd that she would refer to you by your nickname as opposed to a formal title.

‘Miss Brooke prefers a more personal touch to the way she runs her company.’ Finch commented in his ear.

‘Okay great, I’ll send him up.’ The receptionist put the phone down. ‘If you want to head to the furthest elevator, it’ll take you straight up the upper floor and Beth will be waiting for you there.’

‘Thank you.’ Reese said, as pleasantly as possible. He made his way over to the elevator where a man about his size was waiting to hit the button.

Reese stepped inside alone and began the ascent.

‘How did you secure an appointment with Miss Brooke, Finch?’ Reese asked, half teasingly.

‘One of my investments is of high value to Miss Brooke, she’s always happy to talk to one of my representatives.’ Finch said, the audio was a little static. ‘I’ve sent you along- so you’ll need to- don’t worry- your ear the whole-‘

‘Finch?’ Reese tapped his ear piece. ‘Finch? You there?’

It was too late, Reese had to hope that Harold would eventually find his way back to be able to communicate with him. Until then he was on his own.

‘Reese, how are you?’ The pretty, young woman who Reese assumed with Beth greeted him as the doors opened out to a large waiting area. ‘Evie is just finishing up with a phone call, she’ll be with you soon.’ She led Reese who was getting more and more nervous, to one of the large black leather sofas. ‘Can I get you a coffee or tea while you wait? We’ve just refreshed our stock of sencha green tea if you’re interested?’

‘I’m okay thank you.’ Reese sat down as Beth returned to her desk. He made a mental note that you drank the same tea as Finch, he knew there was something odd about this job.

Reese barely waited five minutes before Beth stood up from her desk to check on you.

‘She’ll see you now.’ Beth said, holding the door for Reese.

As he stepped into the office, he noticed how familiar it seemed. It had the classic large windows that looked out at the city, but also had a somewhat rustic design. You had a classy taste in furniture, your own sofas being a dark brown fabric and the coffee table was a gorgeous mahogany, it looked almost homemade. The desk was much the same, and he wondered if you had in fact made the furniture yourself.

‘Mr Reese.’ You smiled from the other side of the room, watching Reese while you brewed your tea, again sencha. You wore a classic dark grey business dress, a high cut on your chest, short sleeved and knee length, but a beautiful silver necklace draped around your neck with a white pearl next to a small diamond.

‘Miss Brooke.’

‘Oh, please, call me Evie, Miss Brooke is far too formal.’ That was one question answered. ‘It’s good to meet you, have you been offered a drink?’

‘I’m alright, thank you.’ Reese nodded, he noticed your lack of shoes, preferring to feel the white rugs that scattered your office floor, rather than damage them with your heels.

‘Why don’t you take a seat?’ You smiled, sweetly.

Reese did as he was asked and began to worry that Finch still hadn’t made contact. He also tried to figure out who might be trying to threaten your life.

You sat down in your simple black fabric office chair, slipped your thin-rimmed glasses on and checked your computer.

‘Ah, now it says here that you’re from Universal Heritage Insurance,’ you cleared your throat. ‘Was Andi not available?’

‘No, he’s sick, so they sent me.’ Reese lied, but the look you had raised an alarm.

‘I thought so.’ You smiled, taking your glasses off and picking up your steaming mug to settle back for a more comfortable meeting. ‘Well, Mr Reese, I’m quite busy today so we’ll have to make this quick, what’s the reason for your visit?’

Reese paused for a moment, Finch was supposed to take him through this, it was too short notice to learn a big speech.

‘Or would it be easier if I turned your earpiece back on so you don’t have to come with an excuse on your own?’ You asked, quite casually, but it did surprise him, both how quick, but also how calm you were. ‘You’ve stepped into a security firm Mr Reese, you think we wouldn’t take precautions. I get flagged every time a foreign device enters this level of the building, mostly it’s just phones searching for WiFi, but occasionally something more interesting comes up. I’d be willing to remove those safeguard temporarily if only to get to the point of your visit a bit quicker.’

Reese sighed. ‘What if the purpose of my visit is to disable your security safeguards?’

‘I have a feeling you’re here on very different business.’ There was a playful glint in your eye.

‘I would appreciate it if I could make contact with my friend, let him know I’m okay at least.’ Reese conceded to doing things your way.

A couple of clicks on your mouse and suddenly Finch could be heard mumbling to himself.

‘Finch, you there?’ Reese noted the slight frown you had on.

‘Oh, thank god, what happened?’

‘Miss Brooke’s security system, it disables all foreign devices, she was kind enough to allow me to check in.’

Finch paused for an uncomfortably long moment. ‘Mr Reese, listen to me, under no circumstance can you reveal who you are talking to.’

‘Okay.’ Reese frowned, alerting your attention.

‘I wasn’t exactly truthful about everything, but it is important that Miss Brooke is informed about the threat on her life and assured that we will do everything to protect her.’

Reece thought for a moment, he wasn’t keen on revealing everything to you so soon, but if this was the play Finch wanted to make, he would deal with it.

‘There’s been a threat on your life.’ Reese said, calmly.

‘There have been many threats on my life, which one are you referring to?’ You replied coolly. Reese waited for Finch to reply. ‘Or are you telling me that generally speaking my life is under threat?’

‘Tell her we don’t know.’ Finch sighed. ‘Tell her… tell her we received information that is never wrong.’

‘We received good intel.’

‘No, Reese, exactly as I say it.’ Finch interjected. ‘We received information that is never wrong.’

Reese sat up, unsure of what was happening. ‘We received information that is never wrong.’

It took you a moment, but suddenly your demeanour changed. You reinstated your security measures and stood up.

‘You need to leave.’ It was both fear and anger that was rising inside of you. ‘And don’t ever come back here.’

Reese stood, confused. ‘Miss Brooke, I have been sent here to protect you-‘

‘I don’t need your protection, if your information came from where I think it came from, then you need to leave this second.’ You picked up your phone. ‘Beth, put Seb’s team on black alert until further notice.’

‘Black alert?’ Reese asked.

‘None of your concern. Now leave.’ You said it once more much more firmly than before.

Reese didn’t suppose he had much choice, he would need to find a new way to keep an eye on you. Just as he was leaving, he caught sight of a picture frame next to the door of your office. It was of you and Harold at some kind of event, you wore a dark green dress and he had green accents on his suit. His arm was around your waist, your hand on his chest and at any moment it looked as if you would kiss.

‘This is your husband?’ Reese asked while you were making another phone call.

‘Fiancée.’ You said. ‘We’ll, ex-fiancée, he died in that ferry accident. Mr Reese please go.’ You said once more before Reece finally left. Finch had some explaining to do.

‘You have to understand, Mr Reece,’ Harold sat quietly as Reese returned to the library. ‘There are some things I will not talk about, Miss Brooke is one of them.’

Reese could understand his position, having been through loss himself. ‘Fiancée.’ He said, pretending to be interested in something outside the window.

‘Yes.’ Harold breathed deeply. ‘It was all very rushed, I imagine if things had been allowed to continue, the wedding would have been the same.’

‘Thought you didn’t want to talk about it.’ Reese smirked, but Harold just rolled his eyes. ‘She seems like a good fit for you-well, a little out of your league.’

At least that made Harold smile. ‘I always thought so too.’ He nodded. ‘But I suppose we all have our flaws. For me, hers were a blessing.’ He stood up to investigate the glass board with your picture placed carefully in the centre. ‘We still need to find out why her number has been flagged six times, and why the machine has only just decided to alert us to the situation.’

Reese approached Finch knowing his next question would be a hard one. ‘She seeing anyone?’

Finch swallowed. ‘Not as far as I can tell. But she’s a very private person as well and happens to be sitting at the top of one of the largest security firms in the world. So, who knows.’

‘It would be useful to know if this is a domestic problem, Finch.’ Reese refocused him. ‘You haven’t got any information on a new boyfriend or spouse?’

‘Did you see a wedding ring?’ Finch asked, wanting to throw up at the thought of someone else getting to be your husband.

‘No, the only jewellery she wore was a silver necklace with a pearl and diamond on it.’

Finch turned to face Reese, his expression was clear surprise and confusion, but relief was also beginning to sink in.

‘Then I think we can safely say that she is not in any relationship.’ Finch concluded as he limped back to his computer.

‘Why’s that?’

‘Because I gave that necklace to her.’ Finch didn’t give any other information than that. ‘Miss Brooke is perfectly aware of the position she holds within the technological community and how dangerous that is. I have a theory that her number has come up multiple times because of this and her own security was sufficient in defusing any situation she may have found herself in.’

‘So, what’s different this time?’

‘That is what we need to find out.’ Finch began typing. ‘We can assume her office is safe because of the black alert instigated after your arrival.’

‘What is a black alert?’ It had been bothering Reese since he left.

‘It’s the highest level of distress her own security responds to, either an imminent threat on her life or…’

‘Or what?’

Finch didn’t answer straight away. ‘Given the circumstances we can rule out the other option, her life is in imminent danger. She will never be left without at least two guards, every single person who enters that building will be subject to a search, you will not get a meeting with Miss Brooke unless she has specifically approved it herself and a team have looked into it, and all foreign devices will be disabled by her defence system extending at least ten floors below hers. Black alert is the protocol installed to make her office a fortress that even I can’t penetrate.’

‘Well, not with that attitude.’ Reese playfully encouraged, to which Finch just glanced at him. ‘We need to see inside that office if we’re going to have any chance at protecting her.’

Finch once again didn’t respond straight away. ‘Have you ever wondered why no one can find the machine Mr Reese, even me?’

‘Because it’s really good at hide and seek?’

‘In a sense, it is.’ Finch ignored the snark. ‘But I didn’t teach it to do that. She did.’

‘Wait a second, she knows about the machine?’

‘She doesn’t just know about it, Mr Reese, it’s her security systems that are protecting it.’ Finch tried to get Reese to understand just how serious this was. ‘Layers upon layers of encryption keep the machine from being found by anyone, but Evelyn found a way to make breaking that encryption impossible. The layers change each time the system detects a hack, it would quite literally take years for anyone to find a way inside and I have no idea what would be waiting for them if they did.’

‘What do you mean?’

‘Hers are the most sophisticated systems around, breaking into something protected by Brooke Security is an incredible feat, but there will always be something waiting for you, like a trojan or a virus just waiting to be accessed, bait, a honeypot, it’s never really clear what it is until it bites back and then you’re in real trouble. Her security is aggressive by nature and second to none when it comes to defusing any threat to the system it protects.’

‘She sounds like some woman, Finch.’

‘You have no idea, Mr Reese.’ Finch sighed, trying hard not to think of all the moments he’d bookmarked in his mind where your confidence grew in standing up for yourself. ‘The most likely place that she will be targeted will be either en route to work or at any public events she is required to attend, of which she has three in the next two days.’

‘She should cancel.’

‘She won’t.’ Finch looked at what they were. ‘One is for a children’s charity, raising money to get medical supplies into the less fortunate areas of Africa, another is a visit to a school in which she has invested heavily and has provided free computers to help them better educate themselves. And the last appears to be a speech she’s giving at the university on the importance of protecting ourselves and the dangers in the way we use the internet.’

‘We should call her office and recommend she cancel the speech-‘

‘She won’t.’ Finch repeated. ‘Trust me, she will make all three of those engagements even if someone is pointing a gun at her from two feet away.’

Reese let a weighted breath go.

‘Believe me, I concur with your thoughts, Mr Reese, time has not made her see reason where her own safety is concerned.’

Reese decided not to comment, instead he studied your routes to and from each event and decided it would be best to follow you directly.

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silly-writes · 9 months

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Heya! I just came across your content and I must let you know that the way you write the characters is very accurate and pleasing to read!! <333 Could you please write romantic headcanons for Gwen, Tyler, Harold and Cody with reader (fem or gn Idc) that is the goofy sweetheart kind? Like super fan of physical affection, sweet and super understanding and respectful of boundaries and who loves to make them smile and laugh (and who herself/themselves is always laughing and smiling).

Contestants with a silly sweetheart reader!

Omg thank you so much! I really try hard on my characterization so it makes me really happy to hear you say that :] and thank you so much for this request! I love this concept very much! Enjoy!

Gwen

Gwen probably takes a bit of warming up to the idea of someone who is just so unapologetically themselves and respectful. She almost just doesn't trust it.

It takes her a while to warm up to the physically affectionate part, but you're super intune with other people's emotions so you know better than to overstep.

She's so in awe of how you find every single one of her jokes funny, you laugh at things she didn't even think were all that funny.

You live to make her genuinely laugh, it doesn't happen that often, and since she's pretty reserved she stifles her laughter a lot.

You always tell her that it might not be so bad around you.

"You know it might be nice to hear you laugh for a change," you say in a lightly teasing manner, after you had just died of laughter over a joke she told.

"No way, I'm mysterious and quiet, remember?" She says, jokingly.

You chuckle a little more "don't tell me, you're afraid of getting smile lines like Mclane?"

She always loved to make fun of Chris with you, and she's struggling to breathe after you continue to lightly razz him.

"You don't think I'm being too nasty do you?" You asked softly after saying something that was just a little rude, even if it was Chris.

She snorts "You? I don't think you're capable of being too nasty. Or nasty at all for that matter."

The two of you pause for a moment giggling softly, as she elbows your side "maybe I am rubbing off on you just a little bit though."

Eventually she would warm up to the physical affection for sure, you just feel so safe to be around for her it's kind of hard not too.

Tyler

Tyler absolutely loves it

He loves your sunny and giggly disposition so much it makes him so happy to be around you always.

He loves physical affection too, and he loves even more than he doesn't have to be the one to start it.

I think he's probably used to being in relationships where he has to play the super manly role and do all the heavy lifting for a lot of the stuff, being the jock that he is.

But let's face it our boy is a big silly bimbo he just wants to chill and let you take the lead.

So he loves when you are super cuddly, and that you always ask to see what he likes, and that he can just be himself.

He'll laugh at every single one of your jokes, even if he doesn't get it at all.

"One sec babe, I gotta go to the bathroom," he said one day standing up from the couch

"Okay, don't fall in," You chuckle.

He laughed for a little bit until saying "I don't get it, fall into what?"

you just smile at him "don't worry about it, go do your business."

He smiles and jogs down the hall.

Harold

Harold likes to be taken seriously, surprisingly.

It's just that he's used to generally being treated like a joke, so he's really sensitive to being laughed at, something you pick up on right way.

You always make a note to make sure he really is making a joke before you laugh at anything he says, since sometimes with his past experiences it can come off (at least to him) as you tease him.

But he loves that you're always trying to make him laugh, with jokes that aren't about him, and aren't poking fun at him or his interests.

It takes him a little bit to get used to not being the butt of the joke with you, but after a while he gets it and feels much more comfortable with you.

He absolutely loves how physically affectionate you are, he is too, so it works out perfectly!

He loves holding hands with you, sometimes you'll take his hand in yours while he's talking.

He was rambling one day when you soundlessly slid your hand in his.

"What?" You chuckled softly "I was just getting invested."

"Really? You actually think this is interesting?"

You laughed a little bit and shrugged "well, duh."

He smiled at you before continuing his rant.

Cody

When I say this boy is obsessed.

He himself is always putting on his "cool boy" persona, so he very much appreciated getting to turn that side of him off when around you.

He laughs at every single one of your jokes, he thinks you're the funniest person around!

"I'm serious, you should do stand up or something," he suggests after absolutely crying laughing over a joke you told.

Despite having a very muted interest in that you smile at him "Really? You think so?"

"I do!" he really just thinks the world of you.

He likes being silly with you too, just leaning against each other, riffing off one another.

He likes that you're physically affectionate too, god please hold this boy.

He likes it best when you hold your arm around him when you walk, or when you two are talking slowly start to cuddle up against him.

You'll pretty much never hear him complain about it!

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egonspenglershusband · 6 months

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I need to be in this man's arms so fucking bad

I also just badly need to kiss him and be with him in general

#I'm so normal about him #ghostbusters #ghostbusters ii #ghostbusters fandom #ghostbusters 2 #ghostbusters 1984 #ghostbusters egon #egon spengler #egon spengler x reader #dr egon spengler #harold ramis #f/o #f/o gush #fictional other #comfort Character

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whore-ibly-hot · 6 months

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💚👻Yan!Harold Biddle Hc's💚👻

"Viewer beware, you're in for a scare."

18+ Minors DNI

Warnings: Yandere themes, dark behavior, possession, general spooks, serial killer, bullying, angst teen ghost boy?

AN: Requested by an Anon, this man has me down so bad, and I hope this inspires others to write for him. I love both old and new goosebumps media, and how our reader meets Harold is VERY similar to the goosebumps TV show episode 'The Phantom of the Opera'. Enjoy and happy belated Halloween! Go watch Goosebumps on Disney ➕️. Never done an HC before...

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💚In a situation for Harold to grow truly attached to someone, you would have to be from out of town, or visiting a family member, perhaps. Harold is filled with such hatred for his former classmates and there spawn, that even those who didn't kill him, he knows stood idly by and ignored him in school. Because of this, he probably wouldn't want the son or daughter of a former classmate.

👻Maybe you moved to Port Lawrence with your family, whether for work or a fresh start, or maybe your a distant cousin of one of the people in town. As long as you aren't a direct descendant, Harold will have an easier time coming to terms with these feelings.

💚Being new in town was hard for you, nerve wracking even. Everyone at this school seemed to have a clique or group, and even the loners had their own things going on. Luckily, you caught wind through overhearing some classmates that a party was being held on Halloween night. Hoping to make some real friends, you donned a costume and set out.

👻The address had been kind of hard to find, some old, blocked off road with a creepy mansion at the end. Still, the party was in full swing, teens dancing and drinking, strobe lights and shitty music filled the main room of the house. You asked one of your classmates, Lucas, about the house.

"Oh, yeah. Some kid died here like, a hundred years ago or something. Big explosions, a fire..." A skinnier boy in a cat costume cut him off. "Don't listen to Lucas, it wasn't a hundred years ago, dude. It was like, the 90s." He rolls his eyes.

💚A little uneasy about sneaking into a house, much more the site of a gruesome death, you tried to enjoy the party. After a few drinks, Dr. Pepper, you weren't trying to call your parents to take you home, you went looking for a bathroom.

This would prove pretty difficult. That same boy from earlier, Lucas, ate worms, and was puking in bathroom number one. The second bathroom was locked, and from the groaning and smacking inside, you could tell you didn't want to know what was going on inside.

👻This had left you with not choice but to go to the bathroom in the basement. Standing at the edge of the stairs and looking down the dark hallway, floored with rickety wooden steps, you had gathered your courage and descended.

💚Biddle had expected company, but unlike the mask he coerced Isabella into taking, or the camera he snuck in Isaac's bag, you didn't take anything. He waited for another, foolish teen to take something. He had a few items set out for specific peoples... but, he wasn't against another thief falling victim to his cursed items.

👻However, you surprised him. Just looked for the bathroom door, went, and then headed right back up to the party. When Mr. Bratt came home, the teens scattered, to cars and into the woods. Harold used this time to torment Allison, his burned, ghostly form shrieking at her. She had screamed in terror, and Isaiah soon found her.

💚You were driving home, but took pity and stopped to help a few of your classmates whose rides had fled. After several hours of dropping people off, you were finally able to get back home. A pair of pale ghostly eyes watched you from the window of your room. No one else had stopped to help their friends, much less strangers. How nice you were...

💚As days went by, and mysterious terrors afflicted the teens of Port Lawrence, you grew close to some of them. A busy body named Margot, a cheer leader named Allison, and a jock named Isaiah. All shared and English class with the new teacher (and owner of the Biddle house), Mr. Bratt. Mr. Bratt was odder at sometimes than others, almost like he was fighting with himself. He was always tired and dark eyed.

👻From deep inside, viewing the world through Mr. Bratt, Harold would observe the teens. It was just as he remembered it, the gossip, the catty looks and the fake smiles. But nothing sickened him more than watching you interact with the others, so sweet and kind, but only friends with the filth in this town.

👻On your end, you really liked Mr. Bratt. He was a funny teacher, always cracking jokes and saying something odd. He always gave you perfect grades, which was odd because you noticed you had gotten a few questions wrong when you would compare projects and assignments to classmates. Still, he was a great teacher.

💚Harold wasn't a fool. He had always been smart when he was alive, and his evil intentions had made him no less cunning. He knows he can't pursue you romantically as long as he's possessing a teacher. He'd rather not get his possession vessel arrested and sent to jail. He doesn't want his house empty, not right now.

👻When he heard you had taken up the role of a tech member for the drama department, he formed a plan. The old elevator platform to the schools abandoned basement was 'accidentally' left open, a gaping hole in the dark of the stage.

💚You unfortunately weren't aware of this, and had stayed late to finish some lighting set up. As you close up and turn out the overhead lights, the floor had felt as those it disappeared beneath you. As you plummet, you let out a pitch scream. It wasn't a long fall, not even that deep, but it hurt. Your hips and ankle were aching, throbbing, and red hot tears had begun to stream from your cheeks. You felt to scared to stand or move, but it was late. How were you supposed to get out of here?

👻As you whimpered, you heard a sound in the silence. Just then, a sound from the side. It sounded like a creaking floor panel.

"H-hello? Is someone there?" You called out fearfully. A boy, haired curly and tall looms over you. His eyes have dark circles, his face almost blends into the shadows of the basement, but... you chalk it up to blurry vision and bad lighting.

💚"Aw... how'd you end up down here?" He asked, voice low and slow as he had tilted his head. "I'm on tech crew, I fell. I think my ankle is... twisted or something. Could you help me?" She asks.

"Of course..." he drawled. His eyes darkened and a grin tugged at his cheeks as he said the next statement. "What kind of sick, sick monster would leave someone to die in a basement, all alone?" He said. You gulp and chuckle awkwardly. "Well, it's just my ankle. Don't think I'm dying." You joked.

👻"Course not. Come on." He had extended his hand to you, and hoisted you up against him with surprising strength. Despite the soft flannel shirt he was wearing, his skin felt frigid to the touch, yet oddly warm, an icey burning sensation could be felt where his hand was still on your arm.

"Should be a lever... right over-" he looks around, the snaps his fingers and points. "Right there." You had both hopped on the platform. "How'd you know how to get out of the basement, I heard it's been blocked off like, forever." She asks.

💚"I guess I just, know more than other people." He shrugs. Once he had helped you out of the school, you had gone to your car. Fidgeting with your keys, you faced away from him as you unlocked your car. "What did you say your name was?" You ask.

👻"Doesn't matter. Just a friend." When you turn to him with a confused look, he's gone. You looked around, but tired, you drove from the lot.

💚Back at the Biddle Manor, while Mr. Bratt tried to get a peaceful night of sleep without being possessed for once, Harold is in the basement, playing with the Polaroid camera Isaiah had tried so hard to destroy. He wonders, can it just take normal photos if he wills it too? He has other things to attend too, he can't always watch you, but he'd love a few pictures of you.

👻Even if the camera could only take pictures of your fate, maybe it wouldn't bother him too much. What would the future hold? Would you be with him? He hoped so, but the idea of what he could see that would displease him swayed him away from that path. No, he'll stick to watching you through Bratt, when he can, or through your windows on those precious nights you leave a curtain open.

💚As he sits in the room of his demise, he looks at his hands, black char marks occasionally appearing. For once, he doesn't focus on the burning rage and actual burning feeling that courses through his body. No, this warmth is softer. The warmth from when you touched him and he touched you. Contact, from someone who cared. Someone who he saw every private moment of, just to ensure that you had only pure intentions with everyone you met. Would you betray him if you knew, what he was like, who he was? He shakes his head. No. He holds all the cards now. He won't be weak ever again, he won't let you slip away.

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General bonus hc's:

💚Harold only wears what teens at Port Lawrence high now think of as 'grunge'. Oversized sweatshirt, flannels, loose pants. He has never once brushed his hair, even when he was alive. He doesn't hate that grunge is popular now though. He enjoy leaving a flannel or a Jean jacket in your closet, hoping you'll assume one of your parents gifted it to you.

👻You can always tell when his ghost in nearby, even if he's not visible there are tells, even if you don't realize what they are pointing too. You might feel a stinging if he passes by, a side effect of the pain from his burns. The smell of smoke and dark room chemicals fills the air if he's around, and you feel like your being watched.

💚He'd like to kiss you, or hold you, but he's not ready to even attempt that, much less a real introduction. He's got a lot going on right now. For now, you'll only see him around town, at night when your alone. At a bus stop? Oh, that mysterious boy from the other night us passing by. Buying a snack? He's got some spare cash. Walking home alone at night? Good thing his lanky silhouette can be seen leaning out from under a streetlight. Don't worry, he'll walk you home. You wouldn't believe the sort of monsters that live in this town, that lurk. It's enough to give you goosebumps...

You wonder why you always forget to ask his name...

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