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hydrolunamens · 9 months

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Aim for My Mouth

The implicit shenanigans of S2E4 of Good Omens

The first viewing of The Hitchhiker (Nazi Zombie Flesheaters) confused me. I didn’t understand why the events of 1941 were unfolding the way they were - surely Crowley could find more whiskey to peddle? surely Mrs. H wouldn’t accept an understudy magician as a replacement for bootleg booze?? surely Aziraphale could have helped Crowley in some useful way rather than this silly stage performance??? (Also, zombies, really?)

But after viewing it several more times (yes I know I’m obsessed) this has become my favorite episode. It has a whole lot of what my nasty little heart desires from the Aziraphale/Crowley relationship, by which I mean a whole lot of implicit sexiness. I love the juxtaposition of this adorable story about our favorite ethereal/occult partners against the ridiculous zombie element - the zombies balance the tone so this does not feel exactly like a Richard Curtis film. Because if not for the exploits of hell and the undead, this episode would be more obviously the point in the romantic comedy where the main characters show the audience how good their chemistry is, making you itch to see them get together in the end.

The first thing to realize is that after Crowley rescues Aziraphale from the Nazis in the church, everything else that happens has been expressly planned out by Crowley in order to take Aziraphale on an amazing date, bespoke entirely to the angel’s whims and desires. One imagines Aziraphale has expressed disappointment at not being enough of a conjurer to visit the professional magic shop, so Crowley plots out this whole scenario to give the Angel the chance to actually perform, presenting the opportunity through a thin layer of “coincidence.” Sucks to be the magician who gets arrested for desertion, but the humans were probably going to do that sooner or later anyway, right? Why not simply fix it so it happens on the night Crowley knows he will meet up with Aziraphale? Chalk another one up for hell with that move too… which is another thing Crowley has to layer over this evening.

So at the theater the Angel is offered another temptation he simply can’t resist (and it’s not selfish at all! he’s helping his friend, not indulging in a fantasy, dontcha know) and now our beings are really dancing. This is where the sexiness ramps up… if you don’t count that moment in the car where Aziraphale asks Crowley if there’s anything he can do to return his favor, a line which is delivered like the flimsy setup of a scene in an adult film after the repairman fixes the housewife’s washing machine.

They go back to the shop, where they get to engage in a bit of roleplay and Crowley especially gets to live out a voyeur scenario while he watches Aziraphale perform. This voyeurism is humorously echoed by the zombies watching them too… again, if it weren’t for these zombies, we might go into insulin shock from how sweetly sexy this plot is. While Aziraphale shows off to Crowley, we learn another motive for why Crowley chose this particular activity for their big date night - he’s going to make Aziraphale forget all about this loser Professor Hoffman. Who got you on the west end stage, Angel? That’s right, your demon husband, not the mortal you were spending too much time with a decade ago.

Crowley starts letting his guard down in the shop scene, though he still has to put on a performance of his own as a “lonely American G.I.” to stay comfortable while he praises Aziraphale’s tricks. At least he can take off his glasses. He is really lavishing Aziraphale with words of affirmation (if Crowley’s love language is acts of service, Aziraphale’s is words of affirmation), and then he finally gets to suggest the big treat - visiting the exclusive magic shop, which he absolutely knows is just over the road as he sniffs and glances out the window. Like he’s asking his partner if he’s sure there’s nothing more in a box of chocolates in which he’s hidden a ring - which now as I’m writing it out, there’s definitely a point being made about a ring being used against them in this story.

Anyway, we get to the magic shop, and Aziraphale is absolutely giddy, to the point where he’s making sexy sounds over sets of rings (more rings!) and Crowley is basking in it. Throughout the whole scene, a snake statuette is sitting on the display case… forgive my absolutely filthy mind, but is this rising snake statue not a perfect symbol of the attraction Crowley is feeling right now?

Then Aziraphale finds the gun trick. Not only is shooting a gun a metaphor for dangerous sex, but we get a glimpse into Aziraphale’s hedonistic desires to try everything this world has to offer and Crowley’s lack of experience with explicit violence. This mutual surprise lights up their chemistry even brighter - Aziraphale couldn’t let himself be attracted to Crowley if Crowley actually hurt people (though he’s hanging onto that idea until Crowley finally tells him he’s never shot a gun) and Crowley wouldn’t be so interested in Aziraphale if he wasn’t just enough of a bastard to be worth knowing. (This also really screams to me that Aziraphale has probably had sex but Crowley has not, another dynamic I especially adore, but anyway)

Crowley did not expect the involvement of firearms in this grand gesture date, but he cannot resist Aziraphale’s enthusiasm, and agrees to do it as long as they stay safe. Which of course, they won’t. Though Crowley had taken some care to make sure this looks above board to both heaven and hell, this entire night is a wildly risky display of the partnership between him and Aziraphale.

When they actually get to the stage, the dramatic tension builds and builds - you can hear it especially in the music. Is it because they’re about to get caught? Yes, but damn if it doesn’t also feel a bit like the tension that builds before… release. I feel like there are a few lines that highlight the idea that this stage performance is a sex analogue. “Aim for my mouth but shoot past my ear” is both an innocent instruction and utterly debauched, and Crowley asking “I squeeze this bit here, do I not?” has the same double entendre feeling. Mrs. H shouting “Get on with it already!” feels like the Greek chorus of Good Omens fandom crying-screaming-throwing up over our desire to see these two smash. They are also the most human we’ve ever seen them in this scene, because their miracles have been blocked - and you know what humans get up to, right?

So Crowley aims, shows a lot of hesitation, they mouth things to each other, Aziraphale encourages him, and boom! Crowley shoots perfectly somehow (just good luck or proof of the special mojo he and Aziraphale have when they work together? Unclear) and everyone is elated, especially Crowley and Aziraphale. They did it! No paperwork! They can shoot at each other til kingdom come! Send out the sexy girls so these soldiers don’t notice they just watched two man-shaped beings smash!

Alas, we only get the briefest of afterglows as they’re hanging out (snuggling) backstage. Hell tramples in and spoils their moment, reminds them there are severe consequences to sexy little stage performances together, and Crowley is nearly ripped apart from Aziraphale forever - something Aziraphale is constantly anxious about anyway. Hell doesn’t send rude notes, you know. He’s always afraid of what hell will do to Crowley. Aziraphale perfectly performs the sleight of hand that saves them somehow (again, is it luck? Or is it their special powerful love magic?) and they get to retreat back to the safety of the bookshop.

Crowley has a bit of a jealous boyfriend moment where he tells Aziraphale to cut the magic act he learned from Prof Hoff (it still feels a little overly mean to me, but jealous boyfriends do be saying shit like that) and they talk to each other more intimately and directly than we usually see them talk. Of course, because it’s pillow talk. These two just had sex and got away with it. Let Aziraphale do his apology dance in the morning. They’ll always have this night.

#good omens #good omens season two #good omens spoilers #good omens speculation #aziraphale #crowley #the hitchhiker #nazi zombie flesheaters minisode #double entendres all the way down

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ecargmura · 1 month

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Solo Leveling Episode 12 + Final Thoughts - Birth Of The Shadow Monarch

It seems that this job-changing quest seems to be a set-up created by the system to change Jinwoo’s class into something they want him to have. The illusion of choice lingers heavily in the system as no matter what Jinwoo rejects, the system will still force him to do whatever it wants him to do. I feel like the System itself is the major villain; if not, maybe it’ll be the final boss?

The System obviously wants him alive, hence why the penalty quest saved his ass. The four hours of being in there allows him to recover and heal his wounds. I do feel like this was intentional. After getting a new weapon, one that can strike down armored foes effectively, Jinwoo does manage to defeat the knights after realizing that he needs to focus on the mages who are summoning them and not the actual knights.

I think the scene where the old Jinwoo was looming upon him was his feelings of self-doubt and insecurity. I also feel like the system did that intentionally—I am on the train of thinking the System was the villain all along, like how Kyubey was in Puella Magi Madoka Magica.

I think out of the fight scenes, the battle with him and the last-minute golem was the best. Since I like RPGS, I have a kick at fighting extremely large enemies as a measly human. I think that was the vibes that this fight wanted too. I just like seeing Jinwoo being strategic and resourceful by using whatever he can, whether it be chandeliers or just strength.

The scene where he becomes the Shadow Monarch was amazing, honestly. The way he gains the ability to summon shadows of fallen monsters with some drawbacks, but the way Igris resurrects and they all bow down to him was so cool. The way he says ‘Arise’ was nice too.

A second season has been announced, which is obvious with the way the Jeju Island Arc has been teased. Imagine ending the show with the monster ant segment and the fate of all those Hunters are left unknown. That’d be a huge waste. Also, I do hope that Jinwoo remembers Jinah’s guardian-teacher meeting. Also, I will be tuning in for the second season as I do want to know what happens next.

Final Thoughts

I normally don’t watch shows like Solo Leveling, but it was an exception. Since many anitubers raved about it and how it’s so popular in Korea, I decided to give it a try since Korean media is getting popular these days. To be honest, it’s a bit different from my initial expectations. While it is a power fantasy type of story, it is also a deconstruction of it. The main character doesn’t get isekaied by a truck and instantly becomes popular in a new world. Instead, he almost dies in a dungeon incident and now sees hologram screens that are controlling him.

I think the nice thing about Solo Leveling is that Jinwoo’s not exactly a loser? Like, usually these types of power fantasy stories have the MC be extreme losers in life, but Jinwoo seems to be civil with people and Joohee seems to like him because he was a nice guy. The fact that Jinwoo being a 24-year-old adult also makes it interesting because he is a rather responsible adult from trying to work hard to provide for his family to not using his authority as an adult to harass anyone younger. A majority of the characters are also adults too, so they all behave like adults that know how the world works or adults still trying to figure themselves out. He doesn’t seem out of place for a typical power-fantasy story and behaves like an adult too. I’m glad that he isn’t written out to be a teenager because it would’ve gotten a bit annoying if he had been one.

I’m actually surprised that a story like this doesn’t have as many characters as I would have expected a show like this to have. Usually, stories like this usually would introduce an influx of characters that nobody would remember after an hour, but Solo Leveling does a good job having a good balance of ‘characters no one cares about’ and ‘characters people care about’. I think that having the story reuse characters that appear in the beginning was a nice touch too. I didn’t expect to see Joohee or Chiyul again, but they did show up in another mission. Kang Taeshik, a supposedly background character, also has a role too. I think that the writing of these kinds of characters show that the writer knows what they are doing in building up significance.

The animation was one of the three best things about this show. The way A-1 decided that they wanted their reputation as a good animation studio back came with good results. The way they animated so many battle scenes was easily amazing. I especially loved Jinwoo’s fight with Taeshik and with Igris. The animation went hard there.

The music was great too! Courtesy of Hiroyuki Sawano, the music was great. Definitely ear-worm quality. I quite liked the somber song that was played in Episode 6 where Jinwoo decided to murder Hwang Dongseok’s group.

The voice acting was really good! While I mainly listened to the Japanese dub since it was the fastest to come out, I do commend the good voice acting. Taito Ban as Sung Jinwoo was really great! The transition in his tone from gentle and soft in the beginning to deeper and stern after episode 4 was really nice to hear. I do like that he’s not obnoxiously loud like some Shounen anime MCs tend to be; maybe it’s because he’s an adult. I do hope Ban gets a lot more roles in the future because his voice is nice to listen to! The voice cast for the other characters are great too. I think other than Jinwoo, the other stand out for me was Kouki Uchiyama as Kang Taeshik as Uchiyama shines with villain roles.

The English and Korean dubs are great too! I totally recommend you listen to them! I do commend the English dub for pronouncing the characters name the ‘correct’ Korean way and not how an American would pronounce them. Jinwoo’s name is pronounced as ‘Jinu’ (G-Nu) and not ‘Jin-woo’ with the emphasis on the “w”—the W is actually silent. I would know because I can speak the language. Also, the Solo Leveling English cast has two Korean people (Sung-won Cho as Woo Jinchul and Alan Lee as Kang Taeshik) so I found that cool. Aleks Le, who’s not Korean, does a great job voicing Jinwoo! I’ve been seeing his name everywhere recently and I hope it keeps up! Get that dough! The Korean dub was really good too! I think it’s super underrated! Please give it a listen! Jinwoo’s Korean voice actor is Min Seung-woo and he has a really nice voice as he is the Korean VA of the Wanderer from Genshin Impact.

There are rumors that Solo Leveling has been licensed for six seasons. Fans must be really happen to know. I heard that a lot of fans are happy with the adaptation for this story and some say it’s better than the original manhwa webtoon. I honestly can’t wait to see what the following seasons has in store. If you have watched this anime or have read the webtoon, what are your thoughts on it? I’ll see you guys when Season 2 airs!

#solo leveling #sung jinwoo #Igris the bloodred #anime #anime review #review #ecargmura #arum journal #final thoughts

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travlersjoy444 · 2 years

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Hey Lilith (Pt.8)

TOH Hunter/Golden Guard x reader

Masks and Bets part eight.

Masks and Bets (Part 1)

Masks and Beasts (Part 2)

Masked and Beat (Part 3)

Masked (and Unmasked) On the Seas (Part 4)

Cracks in a Mask (Part 5)

Revelations (Part 6)

Bad Moon Rising (Part 7)

Word count: 2k

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Hey Lilith.

I discovered something strange yesterday….something really strange that turned my world upside down. I don’t know how to paraphrase it, so I’ll just send you a transcribed copy of what I read- to summarise, I’m a grimwalker. So is the Golden Guard.

So…I’m not sure what to do. No one else here knows about this, and I’m really scared. Belos has apparently killed almost all of the previous grimwalkers, so we could be in terrible danger.

But on another note- you grew up in Bonesborough, right? Have you ever heard of the Bryonys?

I sealed the letter and dropped it off at the post office.

“(Y/N), (Y/N)!” Yelled a voice. I jumped, spinning around.

“Edric! Emira!” I exclaimed. My friends were right outside the window! I darted out of the post office to meet them.

“(Y/N)! I’ve missed you!” Em grinned, giving me a quick hug.

“You too, losers! I’m sorry I’ve been gone so much recently.” I sighed, joining them on the bench.

“Hey (Y/N), check this out-” Edric said, waving his hand. A little bat creature from the knee landed on his shoulder. “This is Batrick!”

“Cool!”

*******

I smiled. I had missed spending time with the twins- It was great to see them again.

“So, how’s the coven been?” Edric asked while Em ordered our drinks.

I sighed, drumming my fingers on the table. “Well…it’s been…uh. Rough. Definitely harder than I expected…I kind of wish I had just stayed at Hexside with you guys.”

He frowned. “What happened? You used to love your job…”

I laughed sarcastically. “That was before I discovered some…some things I’d rather forget. Some really scary things…Uh…but I’m in contact with Lilith, as well as some other trustworthy adults, so I’m hoping I’ll manage to get out of there soon.”

Ed stared at me wide eyed.

“Uh…so how’ve you been?” I smiled.

“Are you okay?!”

I shrugged. “I’ll survive. I promise, okay?” I held out my pinky childishly. He gave a half-hearted smile and shook on it.

“You’d better keep that promise, (L/N).” He said seriously, before switching to a cheerier tone. “…I’ve been teaching myself beastkeeping magic lately. It’s been pretty fun.” He smiled.

“Ooh, and I’ve learned a few healing spells.” Em said, sliding into her chair, drinks in tow. “What’re we talking about?”

“Multitracks? That’s awesome, guys!” I grinned.

Ed blushed. “Well…they’re just hobbies, really. I can’t imagine pursuing beastkeeping at Hexside…”

I frowned. “Isn’t Luz doing multitracks?”

Em raised an eyebrow. “Amity’s girlfriend? Well, yeah, she’s doing multitracks, but she’s a human.”

“And plus…She’s not a Blight. Yet.” Ed sighed, taking a sip of his apple blood.

“But if you multitrack, you’ll get to do stuff like this!” I argued, casting an illusion and an abomination at the same time.

“Well yeah, but we’d be doing wild magic.” Em frowned. “Disappointing the Titan or whatever….”

“But you’d get to be free! Like Eda the Owl Lady!”

“Says the leader of the Emperor’s Coven.” Emira teased, messing with my hair.

I caught her hand, staring into her eyes seriously. “Exactly. I know what covens are like, Em. Trust me….it is not a pleasant experience.”

She stared back, wide eyed.

I swallowed. “I’m sorry for snapping, Em. But you’re sixteen and nearly ready for coven initiation….I trust you, but please. Please don’t do what I did. I would be petrified if Belos knew that I’m telling you this, but I have first-hand experience: The man is evil, and I wouldn’t recommend trusting his system.”

*******

I returned to the castle by dusk, trying to get to the kitchen unbothered.

But as I passed the throne room, I heard voices. They were muffled, but one of them sounded angry- Oh, it was Belos. (Of course it was)

Not my problem, I decided. Not tonight.

So I kept walking.

I would regret that later.

I liked going to the kitchen. The dining hall was always crowded, and while the food was okay, I wasn’t sure how much I trusted it to not have memory obliviating potions akin to Terra’s tea. So I preferred to stick to the kitchen, where I could just make my own food.

Raine Whispers had beat me to the kitchen.

“Looks like I’m not the only one with this plan tonight,” I said, smiling lightly.

They shrugged. “Guess not.”

“Thank you, by the way.” I said, walking past them towards the bread.

“For what?” They frowned.

“You know…messing up Terra’s memory potion. Letting me keep my memories.”

“Of course. Um…Out of curiosity, may I ask what happened?”

I shook my head. “A….weird thing happened. Um…I don’t think that was the first time

I was sent to tea with Terra. But…let’s just say I found something about my past. Something Belos doesn’t want me to know….um. Speaking of which, do you…remember anyone from your time in Bonesborough? Anyone…who looked like me?”

Raine tilted their head thoughtfully. “Yeah, actually. I had a friend at Hexside who looked a lot like you- are you related to the Bryonys?”

“Yes! That’s what I found out that Belos didn’t want me to know- that I’m related to the Bryonys!”

They nodded, eyes widening. “Weird! Nico Bryony was always a fairly normal witch….I wonder why Belos didn’t want you to know about him…”

“What were they like?” I asked excitedly.

“Well…he was really cool, didn’t talk much- Unless he was with Eda or Lilith. I don’t think Lilith liked him much at first, but by the time I started attending Hexside, they had grown pretty close. I always liked him- he was creative, and always had a witty comeback prepared. Never got to know him super well though…” Their eyes glazed over, as though remembering something. They shook their head, a shadow appearing on their face. “But then came the first disappearance. When he returned…well, Nico had always been firmly against covens, but when he reappeared, he was working as the old Golden Guard’s right hand man. He disappeared again for a final time not long before you were born…” Rain swallowed, looking uncomfortable. “His guardians disappeared pretty soon after he did, and the Bryonys just…vanished.”

Shoot…I pursed my lips. “Woah….heavy.”

Raine nodded, still frowning. “Yeah….”

I swallowed, trying to break the tension in the room. “Do you think there’s any way for them to have…y’know, survived?”

Raine shrugged. “Well, I guess anything is possible.” They answered unconvincingly.

I nodded. “Well. Thanks for telling me, Mx. Whispers. I…I’ll ask Lilith for more details later, I guess.”

*******

I slipped back upstairs with a small loaf of bread- it wasn’t much, but I wasn’t in the mood for anything else. I shoved my door open-

There was a silhouette sitting on my bed.

“Hey...” It rasped, sitting up.

“Titan!” I yelped, dropping my bread as I tried to flick the lightswitch on. “Warn me next time you hang out in my dark empty room, Hunter!”

“Oh- Sorry! Sorry…” He coughed- his voice was scratchier than usual, as though he had a cold. “I- uh. I didn’t mean to disturb you, but…” He sighed. “I didn’t know where else to go.”

As my eyes adjusted to the brightness, I took in his appearance. He was holding his hand to the side of his neck, as though he was covering something.

I set my bread down on the table, and sat next to him on the bed. “What do you mean?”

He swallowed, not meeting my eyes. “I just…well, I’m not allowed to go to the infirmary- I’m supposed to be able to take a bit of pain, you know? But ah….it really hurts…and you’re the only one who I know will help me-”

“Hunter….what happened.”

“Belos. I disobeyed him, so. You know how it goes.”

Shit.

I gently pried his hand off his neck, revealing a bloody gash.

“Thorns, Goldie. That’s…pretty bad.” And probably why his voice sounds so weird.

He blushed, shaking his head. “Well- can you fix it or not?”

“Of course.” I nodded. “It’ll just take a quick spell- There’s a lot of blood, but the cut isn’t too deep. It’ll likely heal quick, but take a lot of energy out of you- so get some sleep after this, yeah? .”

He nodded. “...Thanks. I…thanks.”

“Of course.” I said, conjuring some bandage as I worked on the healing spell. “You know I’m always here for you, you dork.”

He smiled, rolling his eyes. “Likewise. I…I really appreciate you, you know? Like…we didn’t get along at first, but you’re….less annoying then you used to be.”

“And you’re more fun, Blondie.” I grinned, waving away all the blood.

Hunter shrugged, trying to help clean his wound. “You know, I think following the rules can actually be fun?”

I scoffed. “Some rules, sure- but don’t you think the Isles could benefit from expanding our magic usage?”

Hunter frowned, fidgeting with his gloves. “I guess.”

I felt a pang of guilt as I remembered Hunter’s inability to do magic. If the isles were to use more magic, then…well, he would likely be even worse off than he already was.

“But wild magic is dangerous. Look at the Owl Lady- wild magic caused that.” He argued.

“I suppose…” All magic can be used for good or bad, regardless of how tame.

Hunter sighed. “(Y/N)...wild magic killed my family. It…isn’t a fact I really like to throw around, but I saw you as Cinder, I saw you with Luz…” He paused, shaking his head. “I don’t want to lose you. So please…don’t use wild magic. I need you to be safe.”

I held his hand. “You won’t lose me. I promise.” After all, our fates were entwined….

Oh…how would I tell him about the book…

“Good.” He nodded, smiling, and I chose to temporarily take my mind off of the dilemma.

There was a knock on the window. I jumped, and swung it open.

“Flapjack?! I told you to stay in my room!” Hunter exclaimed, blushing as the palisman fluttered in.

“You named it?!” I grinned, petting the little bird.

Hunter somehow turned a darker shade of red, rivaling that of his palisman. “He kinda named himself. I don’t know what a flapjack is though- Belos said it was like a pancake, which would be helpful….if I knew what a pancake was. I uh…don’t think this palisman is dangerous, though. Admittedly.”

“Cool! He’s so cute!”

“Isn’t he?” Hunter laughed, stroking the bird’s palistrom feathers. He paused to yawn.

“Oh…the healing potion is taking effect.” I noted. “You should probably head to your room- sleep is, of course, incredibly important for healing.”

He nodded. “Okay. Well…see you tomorrow then, yeah?”

“Of course. Now go rest, or I’ll sic your bird on you!” I grinned, patting Flapjack’s head.

He smiled, slipping the bird back into his cloak. “Goodnight, (Y/N). And…thank you.”

*******

I was awoken by an infernal knocking sound.

“Ugh….It’s too early for sparring, Steve. Go back to slee-”

“(Y/N)!”

I jolted upwards, staring at the source of the sound. The window.

“Show yourself!” I hissed, raising my fists.

The window creaked open, revealing a dark silhouette.

I stepped back, heart racing.

“It’s me!” The person hopped into my room, throwing their arms around me. I stiffened, before recognizing their voice.

“...Lilith?” I murmured, turning on the light.

In the light, I saw that Lilith had changed a bit since I last saw her. One of her eyes was grey, there was a streak of grey in her previously jet black hair, and her outfit was a bit less sleek and commanding…but it was Lilith all the same!

“Lilith!” I grinned, running towards her. “What the Titan are you doing here?!”

Lilith’s expression grew more serious. “Saving you.”

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dannyphantom-justiceleauge · 2 years

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Transformation AU: On the matter of vampires, what if the non-ghost half of Vlad actually turned out to be a Lugat? Like, he was originally human, but when the accident happened, he came back to life as a half-Lugat, half-ghost to pursue Maddie. It would also make sense if he had Strigoi ancestry because they are known for draining wealth instead of blood. I imagine that Vlad actually never knew he was vampiric, just chalking it up to ghostliness, so when he dies figure it out, he sets out on learning to use & master whatever powers comes with it.

on the one hand, it fits. especially the bit about trying to lure women and children to him. on the other hand bringing him into the monster genre makes him more tuckers things and they don't really have a relationship outside of danny. and while i can see the potential of vlad getting more powers so he can match the scale that danny is reaching...

i personally prefer him just being a human loser. i feel in part it works better with his character and honestly i don't like writing off his bad qualities, such as his obsession with maddie and danny, as a monster thing. yes we have ghost obsessions, but that has more ground work and in general i see vlad's obsession as a 'i want the things i can't have' more than anything specific. he's a fascinating character. his psychology has a logic behind it, and for all his crime and evil he's presented as a pathetic loser who can't get over a girl and is spending his time fighting a teenager.

giving him lore outside of his 'tragic backstory' gives him a mystique that i don't think he really deserves. while everyone else in the spook squad can claim their involvements in the other worlds have made their lives more complicated, i feel vlad would just use having monster blood as an excuse to be more shitty, and use the extra powers to make things worse for everyone. he wouldn't care about the cultures or lives he's effecting by abusing his powers or interacting with other creatures. he's just continue being a pathetic jerk but with extra powers.

i think it'd be far more interesting for vlad as just a plain old human, (cosplaying a vampire because he's a nerd and thinks they're scary looking) to recognize that danny is leaving him behind power wise. he can't keep up with the king of the ghosts. danny has started to see him as more of a nuisance than a threat, because he's been dealing with bigger and bigger issues and ghosts. he's busy, and on top of that he's seeing theirs a lot more to the world than just his parents and their lame friends. he's going deeper into the ghost zone, he's going further away from amity and meeting creatures from all walks of life. he's growing up and vlad, as someone explicitly someone stuck in the past, hates that.

he hates being left behind. he hates that danny is more powerful than him. he hates that he's no longer a threat. and so rather than provide him power ups by having it be something he's born with, i want him to actively seek out artifacts and ways to become more powerful. and in the process probably step on the toes of a lot of other magical creatures. yes this makes him similar to creepshow in some ways, but that just means there's a potential nasty team up between them. it means he's more motivated to be involved in the various shenanigans the spook squad get up to. it means he continues to be a problem, but it doesn't take away from his character. it runs with it.

there's also just something inherently pathetic and a bit funny about this adult man watching the kids he know go on to greater and more important magical adventures, and saying NO! i want my own magical adventure! i am following these literal children into their magic worlds! like bro get a life- Hestia

#dpjl #danny phantom #vlad plasmius #spooks au #transformation trio au

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byler-prompts · 1 year

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Instead of the Loser Club, it’s The Party that faces Pennywise. Their personalities and trauma is all the same, except it’s The Party before November 6th. They still love DnD and call themselves The Party, but it would be interesting to to see how they face the antagonist. They fear what they have feared before; Mike fears losing Will, Will fears his father (I think), El fears the lab, Dustin, Lucas, Max and so on.

Want to switch it up? Then do it before Season 4! Imagine this; The Party moves to Derry, Maine after the shitstorm that was the Starcourt Mall, and hell, throw the adults and older teens in it; Joyce, Hopper (if you still want the Russia trip option for Joyce), Johnathon, Nancy, Steve, Robin. That would be a lot easier, because we know what they mostly fear.

Nancy; seeing dead Barb and her family dying.

Johnathon; losing Will again and telling Nancy the truth about the College thing.

Steve; I really don’t know this one, to be honest.

Mike; losing Will, his internalized homophobia/feelings for Will, losing his hetero shield (El), losing Will.

Will; losing his family and friends (in a dying sense), his trauma probs, losing Mike (in a friend sense - he rather still be Mike’s friend than nothing to him at all, that’s what the talk of ripping of the bandaid was for, but it hasn’t happened yet), twelvegate (although I don’t think he remembers that part, due to the Mind Flayer, if the theory does turn out to be correct), Vecna (due to the theory that Will was taken by Vecna instead of the demogorgon).

Max; we’ve all seen Season 4.

Lucas; losing Max, being a freak again (the reason he started playing basketball).

Dustin; losing his friends and family, losing mother Steve I guess, honestly not much since he hasn’t met Eddie yet. After losing Eddie, I think he became a lot more fearful of losing people, so uh, get creative I guess.

El; being a monster, losing the people she cares about, the lab, Papa, (I would say Vecna/Henry, but she doesn’t quit remember him).

Robin; A little bit of everything to be honest, in Season 4 she’s the most cowardice of them all, but still goes after them. She doesn’t get to meet Vickie in this one, which is sad. I love Rockie/Vibin. TwT

This may also allow some growth with the group as well, as they face their fears. Think of it as a character development arc. Mike getting over his internalised homophobia and stop hiding behind his hetero shield sounds like the perfect character development. Also, I think they’ll assume Pennywise is part of the Upside Down at first, which will be funny, not gonna lie. Messing which a force they believe they’re used to, would be the most hilarious thing to read. Also, no one forgets Will’s birthday in this one, because they are not messing with the Upside Down for once, so Vecna’s curse doesn’t reach him or Max.

[Anyways, good luck to anyone who picks this prompt up. You’ll need it.]

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edenmemes · 3 years

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resident evil village starters

❝ oh, keep growing! one day your head might actually fit your ego. ❞ ❝ running will get you nowhere. ❞ ❝ you don’t have to trust my words, but do you have any better options? ❞ ❝ you shouldn’t be out here. it’s not safe. ❞ ❝ i know you don’t like to talk about it, but can we really just forget everything and pretend it didn’t happen? ❞ ❝ well, what do you think? it’s hopeless, right? ❞ ❝ i wish it could stay like this forever. ❞ ❝ oh, such a disappointment. i thought we could join forces. ❞ ❝ i don’t have time for this bullshit. out of my way. ❞ ❝ i don’t give a damn about your personal issues. ❞ ❝ it’s a pleasure to see you safe. ❞ ❝ just give up. flesh and blood will never win against me. ❞ ❝ quit acting so full of yourself. ❞ ❝ the clock is ticking. playtime’s over! ❞ ❝ ohhh, don’t give up! ❞ ❝ you think you can take me on? ❞ ❝ you should have never refused me. ❞ ❝ these are the fruits of my power. ❞ ❝ leave it alone. you are out of your depth. ❞ ❝ i’ve learned all i can from you. your worth as a lab rat has run out. ❞ ❝ no, no, this can’t be the end for me! ❞ ❝ i can’t escape from here... i can’t do anything! ❞ ❝ what are you talking about? you think this is a game? ❞ ❝ don’t get cocky. i’d kill you if you weren’t the trouble. ❞ ❝ hey, do you know anything about what’s going on around here? ❞ ❝ i’m not used to relying on other people. ❞ ❝ you’re the real deal. well done. ❞ ❝ i gotta...keep going. ❞ ❝ i think it’s time you left things in my hands. ❞ ❝ my power is leaving me! ❞ ❝ do me a favor... try to stay under the radar. ❞ ❝ you don’t get it. you don’t stand a chance by yourself. ❞ ❝ alright, alright. i guess i owe you an explanation. ❞ ❝ you must be pretty tough, huh? ❞ ❝ all your power’s done is drive you nuts. ❞ ❝ i gotta say, i’m surprised you made it this far. it’d be a shame if something happened to you now. ❞ ❝ so you finally came to see me! everyone falls for me in time. ❞ ❝ it’s all i can spare. take it, take it! ❞ ❝ you’ve got fight, i’ll give you that. ❞ ❝ i didn’t want to keep it from you. i didn’t want to lose you again. ❞ ❝ i’d kill you if you weren’t worth the trouble. ❞ ❝ is there something you’re not telling me? come on, talk to me. ❞ ❝ you can hear it, can’t you? someone’s waiting for you. ❞ ❝ oh, careful what you wish for. ❞ ❝ i don’t want to die. oh, it hurts so much. ❞ ❝ don’t look at me that way. ❞ ❝ i told you to sit down. ❞ ❝ you’re the reason ___ doesn’t love me. ❞ ❝ hey, kiss me? ❞ ❝ if it’s for you, i would do anything. ❞ ❝ come on, it’s not that much further! ❞ ❝ you’re the only one to see me in this form. ❞ ❝ ugh, my temper got away from me. ❞ ❝ play with me some more. ❞ ❝ trying to get on my good side? ❞ ❝ i don’t know if it’s the scent of the flowers, but i feel light headed. ❞ ❝ in all my years, i’ve never been this overjoyed. ❞ ❝ look forward to what i have in store for you. ❞ ❝ mmm, that smells good. what’s that? ❞ ❝ you really should have taken my deal. ❞ ❝ truth hurts, don’t it? ❞ ❝ i’ve waited so long. but dreams really can come true. ❞ ❝ you coward! come out and face me. ❞ ❝ quit hiding, asshole. i’m not letting you get out of this. ❞ ❝ i won’t let you have it. even if you beg. ❞ ❝ this is my territory, and i won’t let you leave. ❞ ❝ damn, i’m so cold. my legs won’t work. ❞ ❝ local wine, too. but if you’re going to keep sulking all evening, maybe you shouldn’t have any. ❞ ❝ it’s not paranoia if they’re really out to get you. ❞ ❝ you’re the last asshole in my way, aren’t you? ❞ ❝ well, at least we’re together. ❞ ❝ hey, now. think positively, all right? we talked about this. ❞ ❝ come now, don’t be shy. show me your terror. ❞ ❝ i would’ve sliced you to ribbons if they hadn’t stopped me. ❞ ❝ it’s only a riddle if you don’t know the answer. ❞ ❝ shouldn’t we face what happened there so we can live our lives without it hanging over our heads? ❞ ❝ rest while you can, because i will hunt you, and i will break you. ❞ ❝ this village is full of monsters. we can’t fight them! there’s too many. ❞ ❝ a dead body? wait...there’s more... ❞ ❝ you’re a lot like your father, you know. ❞ ❝ it barely flinched when i shot it. i feel like it’s toying with me. ❞ ❝ it’ll be fine. it’ll be fine. it’ll be fine. ❞ ❝ listen. you’re being played. ❞ ❝ too bad you’ll pay for it...with your life. ❞ ❝ please won’t you stay with me? forever? ❞ ❝ you are lucky to die before your child. ❞ ❝ quiet now, child! adults are talking. ❞ ❝ there’s nothing wrong with my memory. you’re just being paranoid. ❞ ❝ this is...this is just too much. ❞ ❝ awww, you’re blushing. ❞ ❝ how can a man be ‘almost’ dead? that’s a question for the wise. ❞ ❝ what kind of sick medieval shit is this? ❞ ❝ i’ve spent a lifetime creating this moment...and you try to take it away from me? ❞ ❝ i’m sick of fighting you! ❞ ❝ why didn’t you fucking tell me right away? ❞ ❝ shut your damn hole and don’t be a sore loser! ❞ ❝ but i’m not paranoid, i’m just cautious. ❞ ❝ don’t get close to me when i’m cooking, babe. ❞ ❝ anyone who is anyone has heard of the likes of you. ❞ ❝ i haven’t cut open a man in a while. ❞ ❝ we moved here so that you wouldn’t have to deal with any of that, remember? ❞ ❝ why? why would you do this? ❞ ❝ i knew you would want to be involved. and this job is hard enough without civilians getting in the way. ❞ ❝ oh? you have something to say? ❞ ❝ tell me what’s out there! ❞ ❝ you’re still alive...? impressive. ❞ ❝ hey, are you listening? hey! ❞ ❝ exactly how much do you plan on annoying me? ❞ ❝ oh, no. they’re coming! ❞ ❝ do you have a gun? please tell me you have a gun. ❞ ❝ it’s not---nevermind. i’m sorry. ❞ ❝ drunk or not, you are welcome---and safe---in here. ❞ ❝ you know how to push my buttons. ❞ ❝ hey, don’t i get a say in this? ❞ ❝ you wouldn’t know proper manners if it slapped you in the face. ❞ ❝ i won’t forgive you, you bastard! ❞ ❝ why...why do you treat me the same as them? am i not your favourite? am i not special? ❞ ❝ at night, i hear wailing, as if ghosts roam the halls. ❞ ❝ quit your whining; we’re almost there! ❞ ❝ i’m afraid you can’t return to your old world any longer. ❞ ❝ how dare you bare your teeth at me. ❞ ❝ you couldn’t save them. they were already gone. ❞ ❝ in life and death, we give glory. ❞ ❝ can you even understand that humiliation? ❞ ❝ even i can get angry. ❞ ❝ what the hell is that thing? ❞ ❝ we will meet again soon. ❞ ❝ let’s just say parts of the human imagination are better left alone. ❞ ❝ some treasures still lurk in this village. ❞ ❝ my decision is final. there will be no argument. ❞ ❝ everyone leaves me. even you. ❞ ❝ there is no safe! every sorry bastard out there has been ripped in half! ❞ ❝ come inside. the others are waiting. ❞ ❝ come with me. there’s something i have to tell you. ❞ ❝ what the hell is wrong with this place? ❞ ❝ the strong will destroy the weak. that’s the way of the world. ❞ ❝ no, we’re getting out of here --- together. ❞ ❝ but what i saw was...frightful. ❞ ❝ i suppose it’s what they call ‘the beauty of the grotesque’. ❞ ❝ you taught me so much and for that i will be forever in your debt. ❞ ❝ it is my curiosity that ties me to this place. ❞ ❝ please let me know if you’d like to strengthen your weapons. ❞ ❝ you’ll pay if i find out this is a lie. ❞ ❝ speaking of foolish questions, who --- what are you? ❞ ❝ if i don’t kill them then my life will never be my own. ❞ ❝ you are abominable. your deceit knows no bound. ❞ ❝ quit holding out, and get to the damn point! ❞ ❝ you’re the one who’s cursed. ❞ ❝ i hope you will be able to achieve your goal someday, too. ❞ ❝ that is why i had to leave you. i will regret never telling you goodbye. ❞ ❝ if i had but a little more time, i know i might be able to turn the tides of this battle. ❞ ❝ i can hear it shuffling about outside. ❞ ❝ and now you even try to steal my property? how dare you? ❞ ❝ ugh, just another simple little manthing. ❞ ❝ oh, good. i was just thinking of ways to pass the time. ❞ ❝ nowhere to go but up. ❞ ❝ where are you? show yourself! ❞ ❝ not without me, it’s too dangerous. ❞ ❝ shit, that was close. ❞ ❝ i heard explosions. what happened? ❞ ❝ you’ve dirtied my dress! ❞ ❝ you’re my daughter...now act like it! ❞ ❝ i don’t think we will make it through winter at this rate. ❞ ❝ the wounds are severe. i won’t last much longer. ❞ ❝ will you please stop talking in riddles? ❞ ❝ goddamn. it really is you. ❞ ❝ you sure of this? your body is, well, falling apart. ❞ ❝ how long have i been out? ❞ ❝ keep your distance. do not move until i give the order. ❞ ❝ i’ve got a tough guy here, i need some back-up! ❞ ❝ if my mom saw this shit, she’d think she’d died and gone to hell. ❞ ❝ shut your fucking hole! ...sorry about that. ❞ ❝ who are you? who sent you? ❞ ❝ please, be well. ❞ ❝ there’s more than we thought. watch out. ❞ ❝ to hunger...is to be alive. ❞ ❝ goddammit! why is everyone dying on me? ❞ ❝ hey! hey. don’t talk like that. ❞ ❝ my word, you truly are as strong as they say! ❞ ❝ don’t you love me? ❞ ❝ oh, you didn’t think i’d let you get away, did you? ❞ ❝ taken alive? dead? which would you prefer? ❞

#roleplay meme #roleplay starters #rp meme #re8 spoilers #resident evil spoilers #i'll most likely add more !! i havent seen everythng from this game yet

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thecarnivorousmuffinmeta · 3 years

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Bella and Beauford (your version of Beau) are twins, similar features (brown eyes), similar chip on their shoulder, similar flowery language, and Ed can't read either of their minds and both smell like grade A beefcakes. Both move to Forks. What kind of mess do you think will go down? 030 Does Eddie boi get the harem he's never wanted? How much can we destroy the B&B team self esteem? Find out on today's episode of the What if Muffin chronicles~! - Sw

Beauford is a reoccurring guest star on this blog.

Think Bella directly plastered onto a boy: absurdly pretty, still clumsy, still terribly introverted and awful socially, and smells like heroin to one Edward Cullen.

With that, onto your question

The Rules

To set some ground rules that are set in the post, I'm presuming both, somehow, are Edward's singer. Now, given that it's Bella and Beauford (fraternal twins), I'd say this is highly unlikely. Singers are rare, and Charlie and Renee don't notably smell like high quality heroin to Edward. More likely, Bella would be the singer, and Beauford would just smell generally nice (but not murder all of Biology nice).

It's also unlikely they'd have the same exact gift, or a gift that expresses itself in the same manner, blocking Edward out of their minds.

But the rules are set, both are Edward's singer, and both have Bella's absurdly powerful gift.

They're for all intents and purposes the same fucking person that somehow got stuffed in two different gendered bodies. The real genesis of this AU: Renee was abducted by aliens while pregnant and her unborn child experimented on. Beauford is, in fact, Bella's identical twin. Beauford is actually Bella's male clone grown in the womb.

After Bella and Beauford reach sexual maturity they'll be beamed back up into space and put into a zoo on Traflamador. (Except not because that would derail this post... The test pilot on Traflamador blew up their planet before Bella and Beauford could phone home. It's not important.)

Bella, Beauford, and the Time Before Forks

Bella and Beauford are probably frightfully codependent for a few reasons that go by the name of Renee. Renee's still out to lunch parenting, and it falls to Bella and Beauford to take care of adult responsibilities from a very young age.

Bella and Beauford come home from school to an empty house, are the ones to go grocery shopping, pay the bills, pay the taxes, do the laundry, pretty much anything that has "adult responsibility" stamped on it.

As a result, they don't really have time to make friends with kids out of school, and they quickly realize that they're the only ones they can depend on in their lives. More, they're the only ones who get each other on any level.

They're both social outcasts, both not what their mother wanted, both have to deal with their mother, and if they ever get in trouble then it's their sibling that they're going to call. Because no one else will ever be there.

I imagine both Bella and Beauford cling to each other tightly with both hands.

Which, of course, makes things weird.

There's getting along with your twin sibling then there's... only getting along with your twin sibling.

Bella and Beauford have lunch together, by themselves, every day in Phoenix. They partner together on everything and are very displeased if they're forced into a group project with anyone else. They participate in all the same activities and if one isn't allowed to do it then the other quits (yes, Beauford tried to get into ballet class, when Renee put her foot down Bella quit right then and there). They wear each other's clothes, if they can't, then those clothes never get worn (Bella never wears the few dresses in her closet). They actually remember their made up secret twin language and lapse into it accidentally from time to time. They're anxious when they're not in the same classes and meet up after every single class to walk down the hallways together. Rather than have any friends, most of their free time is spent at home reading the same books in the same room. They don't even talk about how amazing Heathcliff is, because they know the other knows.

I imagine they channel such the twins from The Shining. Absurdly good looking, beautiful, kids but good god what is wrong with them?

The Decision to Move

When Phil enters the picture seriously, he's not just a new boyfriend, Bella and Beauford sit down to discuss their options. Neither is quite sure how they feel about Phil.

He's awfully young, but he seems to be good for Renee, and is actually capable of paying his taxes (unlike Renee). He can probably be depended upon not to run off and to make sure Renee is taken care of.

However what about Bella and Beau?

With Bella and Beau going to school, they can't travel across the country every few weeks following Phil. Now, in theory, Renee could abandon them to follow Phil. This wouldn't make much of a difference in their daily lives (might, in fact, make things easier in a way as then Beau/Bella can just handle all the cooking rather than Renee even attempting to). However, Renee would never want to admit she's been leaving her kids to their own devices for years, and would feel horribly guilty to leave them behind.

As it is, they've already told Renee she can go on and travel with Phil and she refused, stating she had to be there for her kids.

There's also that Phil keeps trying to bond with Beau especially. As if he thinks it will be easier to bond with the teenage stepson vs. the stepdaughter. That hasn't been going well, Beau would like to avoid that if at all possible.

On the other hand... Forks, wet, cold, and being the children of the police chief's runaway bride.

Ultimately, the pair come to the same decision Bella came to in canon. They want their mother to be happy, feel desperately like third wheels, and if making Renee happy necessitates going to Forks then to Forks they shall go.

At least they'll have each other, and in the end, that's all that really matters.

Arriving in Forks

Bella and Beau arrive in Forks and receive the same reception they would otherwise. But more so. Holy god, the high school population says, it's the Cullens 2.0.

Eerily pale, beautiful, siblings, who are both sensitive intellectuals (and are also weirdly incestuous acting). All the guys want to date Bella and all the girls want to date Beau (some vice versa but they're not admitting that in a public high school in 2005).

The guys (Mike, Tylor, Eric, etc.) aren't all that thrilled by Beau's presence, he's major competition and day one is attracting all the attention. However, they see him as a way to get an in with Bella, he can set them up on a date and put in a good word. If they become his best friend, they have an excuse to go to his house, where Bella will be.

The girls (even Lauren who was initially very pissed off about Bella's sudden popularity) are much the same. Bella's overrated, but good god, that beautiful brother of hers. If they become Bella's best friend, they can have sleep overs, and might be able to see Beau without a shirt on. No matter Bella's stuffy personality, that hot brother is worth it.

Lunch that first day, as a result, is even more awful than it was in canon. Bella and Beauford, while generally oblivious about themselves, are very observant when it becomes to the behavior of others regarding their sibling.

They have an emergency meeting in the truck after school and come to the same conclusion: Bella/Beau, this entire school of hicks wants in your pants. Dump them all.

Both Bella and Beauford end the day supremely annoyed but reconfirm their commitment to this Forks plan. Beau predicts than in six months they'll be losers again and they'll go back to having lunch by themselves.

But what about the Cullens?

Edward, The Cullens, and Biology

As in canon, both Beauford and Bella notice the entrance of the alien procession into the cafeteria and ask "what the fuck?"

Nobody's thrilled about answering, because no one wants to lose Bella/Beauford to the Cullens of all people (the girls sigh with relief as, at least for them, all the lady Cullens seem to be dating one of the other guys. Beau is safe. The possibility of Edward/Beau is one they dare not contemplate in those five seconds.)

Still, Jessica reluctantly gives the run down. These are the Cullens, they moved in two years ago, are absurdly wealthy, beautiful, and supposedly not actually related. They're all dating each other. No, seriously, they are. Except the hot ginger, Edward, but don't bother because he's an ass.

Both Bella and Beauford think Jessica doth protest too much about Edward and internally give the Cullens the same bisexual Bella ranking: Rosalie, Edward (after a bit of thought), and then the rest of them.

Edward, for his own part, notes that he can't seem to hear either's thoughts. Weird. He concludes that the pair are highly overrated and he can't believe the school's so agog over the pair of them. Stupid teenagers.

Then Biology happens.

The pair open the door and good god, Edward Cullen is a demon. Luckily for them, they have each other. There may be an open seat next to Edward Cullen but Bella and Beauford go "NOPE". You see, teacher, we always sit together. No, really, we ALWAYS sit together.

The teacher is weirded out but it's so weird he actually has nothing to say to that. There's only one immediately open seat anyway, and two new students, so they're clearly in trouble with seating arrangements anyway. So he says, "Um, sure, go sit with Angela I guess." Angela is now in an overcrowded table with both Bella and Beauford, her original partner gleefully goes to sit with hottie Edward (then is in dismay sitting with Edward because this guy looks terrifying today). The twins, throughout Biology, are staring down Edward Cullen.

Edward, of course, has smelled the scent of the gods and is going through his personal hell on earth. He devises his many schemes of how he's going to murder Biology before he can get to the pair of them (Angela, for the record, gets smashed into a wall for the honor of being in Edward's way). Then, he doesn't know which he'd start on, he can't tell which scent comes from which. He tells himself he'll toss a coin, heads the boy goes first, then tails the girl.

Still, thinking of Carlisle's sad, disapproving, face as Edward massacres a room filled with children allows Edward to hold on through Biology. He'll murder them after school. Then of course he's able to clear his head and flees to Alaska.

In the meantime, thanks to being hyperaware of their sibling, and now having someone to talk to and confirm their suspicions with: Edward Cullen is Ted Bundy. This guy is creepy, dangerous, and in that moment it looked as if he was going to kill one or both of them. Bella/Beauford would be alright, though disappointed, if they were murdered then left in a dumpster. But their sibling die and meet that same awful fate? Not ever allowed to happen.

Bella and Beau have the world's most tense drive home and tense night taking turns taking guard and sleeping in the same room. Every time one questions if they're, maybe, just maybe, a little paranoid about this, the other confirms that "NOPE, THAT DUDE WAS SCARY".

They can't tell Charlie, he wouldn't believe them and they have no evidence, but when Edward tries to climb through their window maybe one of them will get in a good hit with the baseball bat (they won't, they're both debilitatingly clumsy).

The next day, to their confusion and relief, Edward Cullen isn't at school. He's not there the day after that either, or the day after that...

Beau and Bella start to relax, if only a little bit.

Edward, Alaska, and the Prodigal Son Returns

Edward in Alaska calms down and goes through the same thought process he did in canon. He keeps picturing the twins' faces, his obsession beginning to blossom, and convinces himself that he can't let these unremarkable humans get in the way of his life and his family.

After a week of brooding, much to Carlisle's horror, Edward returns to Forks and goes straight back to school. Specifically, he wants to do damage control with the twins and see just how much they actually noticed.

This goes worse than in canon.

First, Edward has to approach their shared table with Angela like a loser. There, Bella and Beau clearly don't want to talk at him, at all, and both clearly vividly remember exactly what happened last Biology class.

Edward barely gets a word in before he has to go to his seat. When he notices Bella, Beau, and Angela get their lab done as quickly as him (thanks to Bella and Beau), he tries again.

Bella and Beau both ask to go to the bathroom. (Yes, teacher, at the same time. Don't question this.) They don't come back. Edward, after ten minutes, also goes to the bathroom. He finds the pair in their giant, red, truck in the parking lot, deep in conversation (trying to figure out what the fuck is up with Edward Cullen).

He approaches them again, being as charming as possible. This has the opposite effect. Directed towards only them, Beau/Bella would probably let this slide. Directed towards Beloved Sibling, their "DANGER, WILL ROBINSON" sirens are blaring in their head. Beau floors it, and the pair tear out of the parking lot as fast as the truck will take them, they're telling Charlie they're taking a sick day. What will they do next Biology class? FUCK IF THEY KNOW.

Edward, standing in the parking lot with his mouth open, feels very very embarrassed and ashamed. He is a man eating demon and these two are perfectly aware of it. The rest of the Cullens find him there not long after, they find this both sad and hilarious.

Bella and Beau Get Hit by a Van

Well, this would all be well and good. Edward tells himself that if the pair are so determined to avoid him then he'll just avoid them. Problem solved. More, the pair don't seem to be chatterboxes, there's no weird rumors spreading about Edward Cullen or his siblings. At least, no more than usual.

Instead, it seems that everyone's trying to ask the twins to the dance, and are very confused when the twins say that they're going with each other. Sibling policy. You see. (They don't see, nobody sees, this is weird.)

Then it happens. Bella nearly gets hit by a van, Edward saves her, with Beau as a full not-concussed witness. FUCK. Bella and Beau travel to the hospital, Edward driving along behind them, and then after Carlisle checks Bella out they have their awkward talk.

Bella wants to insist that Edward was clearly the one who saved her, with his strange superhuman strength, but thanks to twin telepathy (which either is actual telepathy or is just reading twin body language, who even knows) knows that Beau wants her to shut up. They say nothing, the truth isn't important.

Instead, Beau states that he was the one who pulled Bella out of the way, Bella's just confused. Edward stares at Beau like he's an alien. Beau just smiles, thanks Edward for his concern, then throws Edward out of the room.

Bella and Beau madly discuss that Edward's clearly not human. More, while he saved her life today and that was very noble of him, neither has truly forgotten how he was in that first day of Biology. More, did you see him now? He clearly wanted, desperately for Bella to not remember what happened. He crushed that van like a pretzel, what if they told him that they saw him? What would happen to them? Beau doesn't want to take chances, not even for the truth, and in retrospect Bella doesn't either. Now is not the time to look gifted horses in the mouth.

Given Bella's injured, Beau's on full guard duty that night.

Meanwhile, the Cullens have their vote. It's even more dramatic, because instead of just one innocent, injured, witness, there's two witnesses and one was completely uninjured. Carlisle is utterly appalled that Rosalie genuinely suggests murdering them both so she doesn't have to move. He's more appalled when Edward reveals that he believes the twins may believe that Edward... wishes them harm for having witnessed his heroics.

Because the irony being that the twins are right, the family is voting on this very issue right now. And what does that say about all of them?

Thankfully for Beau and Bella, the vote goes very similarly to canon. Jasper's not convinced until Alice has her vision.

And she drops the bomb. Edward's in love with Bella, Beau will be Edward's best friend and Bella Alice's, and both Bella and her brother will be turned and join the coven.

(Now, what Alice doesn't tell Edward is that, actually, Edward's in love with them both. It's safer to say that Edward's in love with the woman, as that's what Edward will far more readily accept. Throwing Beau into that mix would just make things very messy, if Alice wants her best friend and Edward's happy ending then she has to be smart about this.)

The family has a similar reaction. Carlisle gives his, "Well, alright then" and the family doesn't move. Edward, in despair and self-hatred, heads to the Swan house to see sleeping Bella for himself.

And lo and behold, Beau has been waiting for him. Beau tries to smash Edward's face in with a bat. Unfortunately, a) Edward's a vampire, b) Beau misses.

Beau and Edward end up talking, man to man, while Bella is sleeping. Edward decides that, yes, oh woe, he is in love with Beauford's sister and confesses as much (while also confessing that he might, you know, actually be dangerous). Beau suggests that Edward stay far away from his sister.

No, there's nothing Beau can do to stop Edward. Yes, he is just a pathetic human even more pathetic than most, but he promises that he will make Edward and his family's life hell on Earth if Edward ever thinks of assaulting his sister.

Edward protests he would never, Beau points out that Edward just climbed through his injured sister's window in the dead of night. Edward... tries and fails to explain away that one.

He actually does succeed in that he explains that Bella was in danger from... his siblings. Edward had come to protect Bella, to make sure none came to harm her. It's not necessarily his siblings' fault, it's complicated but... Well, Edward was trying to be somewhat noble.

Then something strange happens. Edward finds himself fascinated by this Beauford Swan. Such courage in the world's weakest, no most delicate, body. Look at those eyelashes, his big dark eyes, his perfectly shaped features. This boy is beautiful, as beautiful as his sister, and just as courageous as she is. And look at him now, nobly facing down a demon he knows he cannot win against for the sake of his sister.

How virtuous.

Edward tells himself that what he's feeling is kinship and admiration for Beauford Swan. Bella could not have a worthier brother. Edward leaves with the promise that he'll respect Beau's wishes (Beau doesn't believe that for a second).

The next morning, Beau tells Bella that Edward's the world's biggest creep and that the Twin Watch is not stopping anytime soon. They're going to need to make a big purchase of coffee.

Edward and His Torment

As in canon, Edward decides he should nobly stay out of Bella's life. He'll see if either twin really does talk (they don't) and then he'll ignore them until they disappear. They will forget him.

They don't, but they do discuss him. See, after much pondering, the twins realize that Edward truly is a Grade A hottie. More, he's so mysterious and inhuman. In retrospect, his saving Bella's life goes a long way, and for all that he's been... menacing, he's never truly threatened them and does seem intent on protecting Bella. More, he seems to be keeping his promise: he's staying out of Bella's life and he hasn't been back to the house since (he has, but they haven't caught him, Edward waits until they both crash until he can sneak in and stare at them both).

And he's never lied about being dangerous. Their glares soften into pondering glances, wondering just what the truth of this Edward Cullen and his family really is, and wonder what it'd be like to let him into their small, insular, world that no one before has ever managed to breach in the way he has.

Bella doesn't believe he's truly interested in her, despite Beau's insistence, and wonders if he's interested in Beau. Beau, for his own part, doesn't believe Edward's interested in him and insists that he's clearly very interested in Bella.

Reluctantly, the pair conclude that Edward is something likely very dangerous, against Edward's will, but benign. Whatever it was they sensed from Edward that first day, it was not something in his control.

Helping this is Edward enabling the mysterious mystery by breaking. He can't stay away from the twins. He tells them that he's tired of staying away from them, that they shouldn't be friends, that he doesn't want to be friends (but wants to be something hint, hint, wink, wink). Except he's convinced he and Beauford are friends, dual protectors of the angel Bella Swan. If he stares a little too much at Beau's perfect figure then that's because he's the perfect, male, version of his perfect sister.

Anyway, the twins go to Long Beach with the others and the twins are now just too curious. Edward's giving them nothing and they must know. Bella flirts with Jake for information, Beau is appalled that this works, and they hear the cold ones story. That night, they both have the prophetic Slayer dream: Edward is a vampire.

Bella tells Beauford that she knows three things. One is that she's in love with Edward. Beau's not sure how to take that for a second but, being Bella's twin and on the same weird wavelength, he gets it. He's in love with Edward too.

Neither finds it strange that they both confess to being in love with the same demon and that they see no conflict of interest in this.

The pair go to Port Angeles to help Jessica and Angela pick up dresses. (Angela and Jessica aren't sure why a man is coming, but they've learned not to question this twin thing). Bella and Beau ultimately decided not to go to the dance, too risky giving the deluge of invitations they received, and instead they'll be headed to Seattle that weekend. They claim this is not a date, Angela and Jessica just stare.

Due to Beau being with Bella, though the pair get hopelessly lost looking for the book store, Bella doesn't get followed by rapists. Edward shows up anyway, as Alice saw the possibility, and takes the pair of them to romantic Italian dinner. It's weird.

He then drives them home and Bella blurts it out. Edward's a vampire, she and Beau know. Edward has his miniature meltdown and realizes that these pair of siblings forgive him this. Beau, beautiful man that he is, is giving Edward his beloved sister and Bella is giving not only herself but her wonderful brother's hand in friendship.

Edward invites them both, that's right, them both, to the meadow. Neither thinks this is strange. And when they get there. Boom, it's over, any chance to question this is gone. Both Bella and Beau are seduced by Edward's sparkling chest and his quotes about lions.

He rests his head on Bella's chest but puts his right hand on Beau's. They sit like that. For hours.

The Cullens (Again)

Well, this went from weird to fucking weirder. It was weird enough when Edward became obsessed with this rando teenage girl. Now, it turns out that Edward's a horn dog panting after bisexual twins, clearly intending to romance them both at the same time.

Carlisle dearly tries to have an intervention. He sends Esme to do it, as in canon, this doesn't work (Esme is perfectly fine with Edward's twincest fetish and thinks it's wonderful).

Alice tells a dubious Jasper that Edward and Beau are just friends. Jasper doesn't believe her, but he's not sure what to even say.

Emmett is desperately holding in Edward sandwich jokes. Desperately.

When Beau and Bella are invited to the house (together of course), the entire family has no idea what to say to them. At all. They don't know how to process this. Rosalie is actually there this time, because somebody needs to warn these two about what Edward really wants, but then they're too weird.

It's all just too weird.

And... the rest of canon happens.

The baseball game occurs, James dies, Victoria's not sure which Swan she should target and so she targets them both anyway. They're in the same damn place so it makes 0 difference.

Bella and Beau joint hallucinate Hallucination Edward, somehow, and get even weirdly more codependent in their zombie fugue state. This tanks their popularity as now there's no denying the incest. Bella and Beau don't care.

Bella and Beau reach out to get Jake to build them the motorcycles. Jake doesn't necessarily want Beau around, the dude's weird and getting in the way of Bella time, but alright. Bella and Jake's friendship doesn't take off because Bella's codependent on Beau.

They do learn about the wolves though thanks to Jake's crush on Bella. Jake never realizes that he's coming in third place not only to Edward Cullen but to Beauford Swan. He thinks he has a chance. That poor boy.

Bella and Beau jump off the cliff together, convinced they weren't committing suicide.

Alice returns, gets Bella and Beau to go to Volterra, because Edward has to see that they're both alive. There's a joyful reunion, Aro is really weirded out by this whole damn thing and has a five second pause after touching Marcus' hand. "Well." he says afterwards, "You and your brother are close. I see."

They get to go home, Aro insists they turn. Eclipse happens. Edward proposes marriage to Bella. Neither Beau nor Bella are thrilled (mostly about the marriage and also about the question of how the twin enters this equation) but ultimately Bella accepts. Bella and Edward marry publicly.

Beau is invited for the honeymoon. Edward, Bella, nor Beau question this. Everyone else does. A lot. On Isle Esme, the three confirm their commitment to each other: they have a secret marriage. Edward and Beau are both convinced they're not in a relationship. Bella and Beau are convinced they're not incestuous.

Sex is had by... someone. Unclear who.

Bella gets pregnant, this seems to confirm Edward must be the father but... Bella and Beau are both very strange, almost alien, and very gifted. There is some red in their hair. Questions the Cullens dare not speak aloud are thought, Edward doesn't seem to notice.

TL;DR Basically, the books still happen but Edward is cuckolded and enables twincest.

...

I did not see this one coming guys. I swear. I did not.

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Double Date

A/N: Hello my dears! I'm not done with the Jin and/or Hobi confession yet but I did write this little flashback last week and think I'm finally ready to post it! This is the situation in which Jimin discovered MC's reaction to yelling, just to clarify. As always, please hop into my ask box and give me some of that lovely feedback!

Note: This is a flashback as part of the drabble series The Household's Bunny, which I recommend reading the installments of prior to this one

Word Count: 4.2k

Pairing: Soft Yandere! Jimin x Chubby! Reader

Warnings: Lying, fatphobia, usage of the word "fat" as an insult, talks of sex, yelling, vomiting, implied previous trauma, bad friend, loser date, verbal argument, implied stalking, yandereish behavior

Summary: On a double date was not how Jimin imagined your first date with him going. Let alone, a double date in which you both are with someone else. The torture of sitting next to his ex and watching you with another man was well worth it to see you up close. He could only hope you and his "date" don't mind his blatant staring at you.

Jimin often wondered how he ended up so stupid sometimes. From prodigy orphan to absolute idiot. It was a little tragic. Here you were, back from the hospital, a smile on your face, sitting across the table from him… and he was on a date with your friend Yoora.

Sure, Yoora was fine, but she wasn’t you. That’s why they had broken up in the first place. He just… didn’t like her. Of course, he omitted the fact was that he liked someone else.

You, on the other hand, were on a date with some lowlife he hadn’t even bothered to remember the name of. Yoora had begged Jimin to go on a date, to which he vehemently denied. He had dated Yoora and things fizzled out quickly, so he saw no value in going on a date again. He only budged with her begging when she said it was for you, who was apparently too nervous to be on a date alone with this other guy. He sprung at the chance to see you outside of class, something he could only hope Yoora didn’t notice. Although, Jimin couldn’t help but wonder why you would go on a date with someone you weren’t comfortable being alone with, but maybe he was just bitter you were going on a date with someone that wasn’t him.

You flashed Jimin a brief smile in between your chat with Yoora, making his mind go blank. Fuck, you were so pretty. You wore a simple white turtleneck with a brown plaid skirt and brown loafers with white socks to match. You looked unbelievably cute, even against the aged neon fabric of the chairs at the bowling alley. Not that your date appreciated just how divine you looked, hardly paying you any mind, instead looking around constantly and only really responding to Yoora.

Not that Jimin was being much better to Yoora. His eyes were constantly fixated on you, but both you and Jimin unaware of this blatant fact. He hadn’t been this close to you outside of the classroom in… well, basically ever. He watched with hearts in his eyes as you bowled your second gutter ball. He laughed as you bowed cheekily before returning to the table right as your date went to bowl.

“I’m so full!” Yoora exclaimed as you sat back down, the pizza you both agreed to share only having two slices out of it as you reached to make it a third, “I don’t know how you can eat more than one slice, y/n! Good for you.” She giggled obnoxiously as your moves faltered in setting the pizza on your plate.

Jimin’s eyes landed on Yoora’s form for the first time in the whole night with a displeased look. Her form shrunk under his sharp glare and any future taunts she had planned died on her tongue as you searched for the words to say, “She’s just keeping herself nourished for me, aren’t you babe?” Your date spoke with a slimy voice as he slid in the booth next to you and Jimin watched confusion fill your face. Jimin’s smile noticeably dropped.

"It's a little silly to imagine everything she does is for you, no?" Jimin gave your date a pointed look, all with a smile on his face, as your date also shrunk, nodding awkwardly.

The most input your date ever gave to you directly was about how hot you were or to chide at your poor bowling skills. It was a little painful watching your smile fade throughout the date, and Yoora joining in to try and make you feel even worse wasn’t helping. Jimin couldn't imagine a scenario in which any of this would make you happy, and he just couldn't hold his tongue the entire time.

“I’m just hungry.” You shrugged, figuring Jimin was just being a gentleman in lightly scolding Jihoon, “I eat when I’m hungry, hence the pizza.” You spoke simply as you took another bite. You knew what Yoora was doing. Passive-aggressive slights to your weight in front of romantic partners were not shocking to you in the slightest.

This was why you didn’t want to go on a double date with Yoora. Sometimes she was nice and funny, but other times she was like a mean girl straight out of a teen movie. This was why you considered Yoora more acquaintance than a friend since she only talked to you when she had no other friends around. This dynamic was fine enough since you hadn’t made any friends in college, so having someone to interact with was nice enough, but you drew the line at her getting this intimately involved. However, she insisted she should bring herself and Jimin along for your safety. You had joked you’d like to see Jihoon try to carry you away to kidnap you, but she didn’t laugh.

It was ironic that your weight was only funny when she was making the joke.

Yoora shrunk a bit as she watched a smile grace Jimin’s features again while you ate, “I’m gonna use the bathroom.” She spoke hurriedly out of nowhere and you gave her a small wave.

Your date resumed his survey of the building before his eyes caught sight of something and went wide, “Shit, a friend from my bio lab is here.” He murmured quite loudly before turning to you, “I’ll be right back.” He spoke in a similarly rushed tone as he made a bee-line to the restroom.

You gave Jihoon a weak smile, waving him away when you realized he didn’t even look at you for a response before getting up. Well, there goes another liar. Last night it was, “Baby, you’re so beautiful. I could see myself marrying you. Let me take you on a date and then we can come back to my place and seal the deal.” You were no longer so naive as to think a simple handjob would make Jihoon a romantic, but you did hope it would be enough motivation for him to reciprocate with skill. You hated liars, especially liars who do it to get into your bed. On top of that a horny liar with no skill.

Jimin noticed your date dodge the line of vision of his friend and sneak to the bathrooms and frowned, “Why is he going to the bathroom if his friend is right there?” He mused to himself.

“To hide.” You sighed, making Jimin jump, shocked you heard him. You looked up and saw his confusion before sighing, “He doesn’t want to be seen with me, so he’s going to the bathroom.”

Still short-circuiting from the direct eye contact he was making with you, he sputtered, “Wha- Why would-”

“Look at me.” You poked the sliver stomach between the hem of your top and the top of your skirt. Jimin admired the plush skin before snapping himself from the trance.

He shrugged, “I am, and it makes even less sense.” He finally had the determination to hold eye contact with you without his mind going into overdrive and right as you opened your mouth to respond, your phone vibrated.

You looked down at it with a frown, “Yoora wants me to meet her outside.” You mumbled, before looking up at Jimin, “I don’t think I was supposed to say that to you.” You looked at him with a sorry look, “I’ll be back.”

You pushed the front doors open to see Yoora standing with her arms crossed, foot tapping impatiently as she looked around, as if she didn’t send you the text message a mere minute ago. She caught sight of you and her eyes went wide before settling into a smug gaze, “Ah, there you are!” She smiled and it was sickly sweet, “I wanted to tell you Jihoon and I are leaving.”

Ah, she must have been looking around for his car to come around. Well, that’s saving you the awkward conversation of rejecting him, so you shrugged, “Okay.”

Evidently not wanting the nonchalant reaction you gave her she scoffed, “Seriously? You have nothing to say?” For some reason, Yoora would sometimes make it her mission to push your buttons, usually, this was by making you flustered, so you’re not sure what happened to spur on such unadulterated malice.

However, you didn’t really have the energy to dissect it so you shrugged a little more incredulously, “What is there to say? No?” You scoffed, “You guys are consenting adults, you both made a choice-”

“God, you’re so annoying!” Her increase in volume made you jump and also caught the eyes of fellow students and unaffiliated customers just trying to have a night out.

Nevertheless, you blinked wildly, “Me?!” You guffawed, “You’re the one that brought me out here to tell me you’re ditching me and your date?” The whole thing felt so ridiculous.

“Yes, you!” Her hands gestured to you wildly, “My date is oogling you and so I decide to seduce yours and you just say ‘okay’?!” Her volume was increasing and you could feel a familiar nausea pooling in your stomach, “Let me be pissed at you for stealing my date!”

“It’s not my fault I’m hot, nor does that make you less hot.” You countered, not really believing it was you Jimin was interested in, but more so Yoora he wasn’t interested in, “He just doesn’t like you. You said you knew that.” You pointed out, making her falter because you were right. Yoora told you Jimin wasn’t interested in her but she was trying to change that despite your words of caution.

“You? Hot? You’re fat!” Ah, there it was. She was evidently running out of sound reasons to be mad at you but was still not ready to just face the fact that she felt shitty her date looked at the fat girl more than he looked at her.

You couldn’t contain your laugh, “Oh, no shit? I am?” You mockingly looked down at your form, which only seemed to fan the flames.

“Just get fucking mad at me!” She shouted, wiping the smile off of your face

You sucked your teeth, “Stop yelling. You know that yelling makes me-”

She rolled her eyes before losing her mind, “What do I know about you?! You won’t even tell me why you were in the hospital-”

Now you were getting really queasy and annoyed, wanting this to end because at this point she was just yelling at you to feel like less of an asshole, “Because you’ll just tell everyone, and it’s not their business- or yours for that matter!” You felt a little bad criticizing her gossipy nature, but you knew you were going to puke any minute now.

“I’m your friend!” She spat, ironically, in a rather unfriendly manner

You scoffed, “You’re going home with my date!”

This seemed to catch her off guard, almost, almost, making her realize she was simply being an asshole, but she stuck to her guns, “He-He doesn’t even like you!”

“And yet, if we’re such good friends, you’re still going home with him to what? Prove a point to me?!” You were exasperated as you heard his obnoxious car pull up behind you, “I know now he doesn’t like me, that’s what the date was for!” You were beyond tired as you watched her eyes dart between you and the red Mustang, “But now I know that you don’t really like me either.” You sighed and this made her sight settle on your form, her gaze significantly softer.

“Y/n…” Her voice was lower, surrendering.

“It’s fine. You’re not required to like me.” You insisted, “I just wish you wouldn’t lie about it.” This time, you felt a little hurt at your own words, but the bile in your throat wouldn’t give you much time to reflect on it, especially as Jihoon honked his horn, like the gentleman he was, “Well? Go on.” You gestured to the obnoxious car as Yoora got in with her head down.

Not even bothering to wait for them to drive away, you ran to the alley on the side of the building with a hand clasped over your mouth. The moment you made it to the dim-lit hallway of brick, you puked your guts out. The bile burned your throat, but you could still feel a careful hand pulling your hair back ever so gently as another hesitantly rubbed your back. The touch was calming and void of judgment. You figured someone assumed you were drunk and was used to being a hero. However, when you were finally done and stood up, you were faced with the most sought-after man of the Arts department.

“Are you… okay?” Was the first thing that came out of his mouth and you had no real energy to be all that embarrassed. Vomiting took all the life out of you almost every time.

You simply turned back to look at the mess you made and cringed, “Oh shit.” You spoke slowly, “I should clean that up.” You sputtered.

Jimin merely smiled and shook his head as you turned back to him, “It’s an alleyway, come on, someone will just make a worse mess in an hour.” He handed you a water bottle, “Go ahead and rinse.” You looked at him with pleading eyes, his looks were more than enough to make you feel flustered. He seemed to read your eyes as he turned around.

“Thanks.” You spoke up after you rinsed, “But-”

“Let me drive you home.” He waited to hear your footsteps behind him before pressing onward.

He ignored your protests the whole way to his car, brushing them off with a wave of his hands. You had figured it was just him being cool, but the reality was that he was mentally hyping himself up. Now with his anger at Yoora and your date dissipated, he was back to a bumbling mess when it came to you, even if the nagging worry of what could have happened to you to make you throw up at yelling was an ever-present weight he took on his shoulders. The girl of his dream would be in his car, sitting right next to him, and that was enough to make him short-circuit. His face was getting redder and redder just thinking about it. Not that your polite and melodic voice insisting you can just take the bus helped any. Surely you had to know how beautiful you were? He never doubted you knew until today, and the notion made him frown but also, thankfully, calm down.

By the time he opened the door for you, any hints of redness on his face were obscured by the cloak of night over the sky and the dim street lamps. You gave him a short smile and he had to fight a squeal in his throat. Instead, you were met with a strained look, and you couldn’t help but wonder if he even liked you or if he was just being kind. You entered your address on his phone and he feigned looking at the route as if he wasn't familiar with the area. He then texted one of his housemates a name and a license plate number for information and wordlessly began driving.

You simply looked out the window as he seemingly studied his phone, not wanting to make his possible dislike of you worse. Although, you would prefer him not to like you at this point. You were kind of over people “liking” you by now. Jihoon had done no less than confess his undying love for you mid-orgasm and you were ashamed to admit how excited that had made you feel despite the emptiness that could be felt in the air. You had convinced yourself that could just be how love felt. How would you know any otherwise? Part of you knew you were deluding yourself, even if you would never know what love felt like, you knew it wouldn’t feel like that. It wouldn’t feel like the bittersweet taste of settling for less than you deserve in exchange for an escape from the all-consuming loneliness that surrounded you no matter who you hooked up with.

“I’m, uh, sorry Yoora did that to you. Jimin blurted out, making you look to him and making him clench the wheel.

“It’s not your fault.” You reassured him, “The whole point of the date was to see if this guy actually ‘loved’ me, or even liked me for that matter.” You couldn’t stop yourself from talking, “That post nut clarity must have made him realize he’s a huge liar.” You couldn’t hide the bitterness in your words before you took a breath, “So, how much did you hear?”

“I walked out when I heard her calling you fat.” He stumbled against the words, clearly uncomfortable even repeating Yoora.

You hummed, “Yeah, well, I guess you’re all caught up.” You looked back out the window and Jimin could relax ever so slightly, “I don’t know how I can make her feel threatened. She’s so… loveable.” He frowned at this, “I know I’m pretty, but that doesn’t make me loveable.” He wanted so desperately to say you are loveable. If you weren’t, what had he spent the last year doing? He wanted to slam on the breaks and finally tell you how captivating you are in more ways than one, but the fear of misstepping caged him into his spot as you continued on, “If there’s one thing I know, it’s that no one is obligated to love me.” You seemed to be letting all the exhaustion hit you, not even bothering to stop yourself, “It’s okay. I have the next best thing, sex.” Even you seemed to be unconvinced, “Maybe if I ask everyone for sex I’ll feel as content as Jihoon.” You seemed to be getting more and more upset as you dwelled on the topic.

“Why haven’t you asked me for sex then?” Jimin wanted to slam his head on the wheel and call it a night when he heard his voice speak what should have been an offhand thought.

You giggled a bit at this, relieving Jimin a bit, before shrugging, “I don’t want to use you like I let people use me.” You blew a breath, "You called my bluff. I don't wanna use anyone."

“Why do you let-”

“I, too, get horny and lonely.” You laughed bitterly, “People just lie to me that it’s something more when it’s not. Thank goodness I’m a psych major, or else I might believe them each time.” Judging by the melancholy in your words, Jimin doubted you didn’t not believe some of them, and the notion tore his heart in half. However, he was so pinned down by his fear, he couldn’t conjure the words needed.

“I mean, there are people out there who would like you and not just your body.” He spoke and he swore he was breaking a sweat by now.

You shrugged again, unconvinced again, “I’m glad you never asked me for sex.” You murmured and he glanced at you.

“Why?” Was he not your type?

“Because I think you’re a good person,” You gave him one more smile as he pulled up to your apartment complex, “and I’d like to keep thinking that.” You placed a hand on his shoulder and squeezed, “Thank you, for everything tonight.” He merely nodded in acknowledgment, throat strangled with a million emotions as he watched you go into your apartment.

Jimin let out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding and drove, as if on autopilot, and let his head plop lightly on the wheel, “Pathetic display, Jimin.” He scolded with a strained voice. He hated this about him. He hated that each time emotions got too real, each time he could not hide behind a charming smile and playful banter, he would choke up. He had been a dance prodigy since birth, since getting scouted by a private school, since Mona adopted him for his career to go even further. And yet, he couldn’t confess to the girl he’s liked for over a year. Instead of staring, he wished he had just asked if you were okay.

He had never imagined you would be nearly as lonely as you felt. Anyone on campus would look at your smile and assume you were doing peachy, but by now, with his observations, he could see when you were faking. Why had he never approached you more to make you smile for real? Why did he remain complicit in fuckers like Jihoon and Yoora’s plight to make you feel less than the perfect girl you are? Who had instilled such an intense reaction to yelling in you? How many times have you thrown up in an alley alone because of the people who knew how to use someone as caring as you? Maybe if he had sat down and eaten that cookie with you, he would be driving the both of you home together.

He wondered if he would ever get the chance to do so at this point.

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“...Jimin?” Your voice snapped him from his thoughts as he looked at you, all dolled up and a little sweating from performing your final for the class he was your TA for, “You still here?” You giggled as you waved your hand in front of his eyes. You had been the last one to perform, so you figured his brain was fried from watching dozens of dance performances.

His smile grew with yours as he caught your hand in his, interlacing your fingers, “Yeah, I’m here, just got swept away in your performance is all.” He responded cooly and you rolled your eyes mockingly, “I’m serious, it was beautiful.” He brought your hand up, placing a kiss on your palm.

“Well, I had a wonderful training buddy.” You interlocked your fingers behind his neck as he laced his fingers on the small of your back. The PDA made you feel giddy, like a girl in her first relationship showcasing her wonderful boyfriend to the world, “I couldn’t have done it without you.”

He studied your face, your form, your everything for a moment. He basked in the glory of having someone as beautiful as you within his reach at long last. He thought back to each practice session and each kiss that came with it and couldn’t help the glee that spread in his chest. The glee was only further amplified by the very emotion on your face and he couldn’t fathom how he ever lived with himself seeing a fake smile on your face most days.

“You know I love you, right?” He blurted, making both of your eyes widen. Had he seriously just done that? Had he seriously confessed his love to you while the rest of your dance class waited to be dismissed? The air was still before he spoke again, “Could you do me a favor and beat the shit out of me?” He asked, making you giggle. Your joy was contagious and he found himself laughing too, in spite of the millions of emotions at confessing his love so suddenly.

You couldn’t fight the smile on your lips even if you tried. There was something so weightless about Jimin’s love, yet so meaningful. Where Yoongi had been intense and passionate, Jimin was bashful yet honest. It was this floaty feeling that made you lean up to his ears and whisper, “I love you too.” You beamed at him with a genuine smile and his heart soared.

“You do?” He asked excitedly, “You don’t have to, you know?” He reassured you and you could only chuckle.

“Oh well, if I don’t have to…” You joked as you moved to pull away from him, but he pulled you closer.

“I take it back- You have to.” He hurriedly spoke, “If… If you mean it.”

You nodded, a blissful smile on your face as you leaned up to kiss him, “I mean it, and it’s really nice being able to know you mean it too.” You whispered in his ear and in a moment of pure joy, he lifted you and spun you around, not caring about who saw or stared. You squealed at this, enjoying the moment of careless affection. He set you down with a slow kiss and you couldn’t help but melt into his form.

“You ready to go home?” He asked with a gleeful tone. You nodded excitedly and watched with hearts in your eyes as he dismissed the class with his hand in yours. He was always happy to display your relationship, even telling the professor in case he didn’t want Jimin grading your work. He announced it to the class with a blissful look and posted you all over any and all social media accounts he had. He had never been more proud to have someone by his side, and it made you emotional more than once. He held your hand in his as you walked to the car, swinging your arms just to hear your melodic laugh.

You checked your phone as Jimin closed the car door when you got in, “Oh, Hobi’s flight got delayed until tomorrow and Jin has to stay late tonight.” You mumbled, deep in thought for a moment, “And everyone else has something going on, so I guess it’s just me and you for dinner. One last night of freedom before you have to be busy too.” He placed a hand on your thigh as he drove and he'd be lying if he said he didn't have to mentally hype himself up to do it each time.

“Do you want to pick up dinner or just cook at home?” He asked cooly, masking his sheer glee at the domestic implications in his question.

You hummed, “I can cook something if you want,” You noted before a mischievous smile grew on your face, “My love.” You teased the pet name, making Jimin brake abruptly as he was getting out of the parking spot, his arm holding your body back from pushing forward. You gasped before you dissolved into laughter.

“Hey! Are you trying to make me crash?!” His face was beet red as he lectured you about car safety and how words can shake his whole world the whole ride home, and you had never been more enchanted by a flustered lecture in your life.

Eventually, he was finished lecturing you and the car was filled with laughter and light quips. He wondered how he ever lasted this long without you by his side, but he was glad he would no longer have to.

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greeksorceress · 2 years

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I know Eddie and Stan got the worst endings, and I know most of them were truly unhappy before meeting again, but I’m so so so full of emotions and I just want to talk about Mike and how he had to stay in Derry while the rest of them got to leave. And yes, it wasn’t like all the losers had the best of lives as adults, but they at least got to leave and see a bit more of the world and grow outside Derry.

Mike had to stay and, even worse, he had to remember. He was put in charge of the memories because of this, and he was the one that had to dedicate part of his life to check on things and make sure there wasn’t anything weird going on, or that Pennywise hadn’t come back.

Imagine how hard it must had been for him, to be the only one remembering what happened, to be the only one fully conscious about the evil things that go down in Derry. And he had no one to talk about them. He couldn’t bond over the trauma with anyone like the first time they fought Pennywise, he could never vent to anybody about his fears and nightmares and traumas and the scary reason behind most of them.

Teen Mike had to get used to not being able to talk to his friends. The time he spent waiting for calls that would never be made, getting back unopened the letters that nobody ever replied to, expecting even the smallest of signals from the losers. He waited so much and so painfully before realizing that there must be something going on, that people must have to forget about Derry because his friends wouldn’t just abandon him.

Then, a few years later, the losers that became famous start featuring on magazines, or the radio, or TV, and he gets to see a little bit of the adult versions of his friends.

And he has to watch them grow up like that, always watching and never being able to reach, making sure to gather as much information as possible about their lives to know they’re doing okay. He starts collecting the magazines or the newspapers that feature Richie or Bill or Beverly, and he makes sure to watch all the specials Richie releases, and even tries to go to one of Bill’s book events.

And when he starts calling them one by one and gets to hear their voices addressing him, remembering him, it takes a bit for him to believe it.

#i made myself cry by thinking how unfair everything was to mike #I love you mike #my baby #don't mind me I'm just being emotional #mike: the loser that deserved the most #it #it chapter one #it chapter two #mike hanlon #eddie kaspbrak #richie tozier #beverly marsh #ben hanscom #bill denbrough #stan uris #character: mike hanlon #movie: it

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yourmidnightlover · 3 years

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also.. fluff 10 and smut 5 maybe 😌

i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again: i LOVE fake dating.

fluff #10: fake dating

smut #5: first time (a classic)

CW: cursing, unprotected penetrative sex, fingering, oral (fem receiving), virgin!spencer, leaning towards dom!reader but not explicitly mentioned. *let me know if i’ve missed anhthing*

he needed something. something to make him seem less loser-y. he needed you.

spencer reid’s high school reunion was right around the corner. said high school reunion had all of the kids who would make fun of him, pick on him. the ones that stripped him naked on a pole. now he was 26 and in the bau for the fbi. he was successful. he made his mark. he saved lives.

but he still didn’t have a significant other. he didn’t have someone to come home to. he would have to go to his high school reunion with the knowledge that everyone was still more successful than him in the relationship aspect because he didn’t have that special someone.

“kid,” morgan intervened, “don’t let something like that make you not go to the reunion. you’re successful now. you’re pretty boy. that alone will rub it in their faces.”

“i know but everyone’s probably in a relationship now. they might even have kids and a wife or husband. i just... i want to seem like something to them,” he placed the lid on his coffee cup and began walking with morgan back to his desk.

“then ask someone to go with you. i know a little someone who wouldn’t mind posing as your girlfriend for a few nights,” morgan nudged his shoulder.

“morgan,” he rolled his eyes. “you know who i actually want to go with, which means you also know that she won’t want to go with me,” he finished explaining.

“y/n?” morgan whispered. “the girl who’s been fawning over you since she got here? the new liaison that’s been here for over a year that you still haven’t asked out?”

spencer turned his face to look at you through your office window. you were busy filing through cases, your head down in focus as you bit your lower lip while concentrating. your hair was crowding your face, obstructing the view of the beauty spencer has become mesmerized by.

“reeiidd,” morgan sang mockingly. “that just proves my theory. ask her out already.”

“i don’t want to ruin things, morgan,” he sighed as he sat down at his desk. “i wouldn’t even know how to ask her. i’ve barely kissed a girl, let alone ask one out.”

“you don’t have to ask her out, really,” he sat atop his desk. “just mention the situation and say she was the first person that came to mind, flatter her.”

“morgan, drop it,” spencer hissed as the bau filled a bit more.

“just ask her to go with you,” he said a bit louder.

“ask who to go where?” your voice rang through his ears, he liked up to see morgan smirking.

“uhm ask...” he ran his mind for another answer besides the truth.

“i know when you’re trying to come up with a lie, spence,” you chuckled.

“fine,” he sighed. “i wanted to ask if you’d mind going to my high school reunion with me?” he couldn’t meet your eyes.

“oh sure! that sounds fun,” you agreed. “why were you so nervous to ask?”

“well, you see,” he cleared his throat. “everyone in my class has a significant other and i just wanted to seem a bit less like a loser.”

“spencer you aren’t a loser,” you said sympathetically. “you save lives on a daily basis, you’re crazy smart, you have the sweetest personality, and you’re gorgeous. there’s nothing loser-y about you.”

“re-really?” he asked.

“of course, really,” you nodded, placing a hand on his shoulder. “and if you’d want me to pose as your girlfriend i’d be more than honored,” you added with a chuckle.

“thank you, y/n,” he smiled. “it-it means a lot to me.”

“of course. but for now,” you motioned to the files in your hand, “it’s case time.”

after a couple of months had passed, the reunion was finally upon the two of you. spencer had insisted on paying for your ticket to vegas because ‘he got you into this mess in the first place.’

you and spencer had to reserve one hotel room - courtesy of the school reunion. they just so happened to decide to allow the two of you to share one bed. it was reasonable, and cost efficient.

as the two of you entered the room, you were surprisingly caught off guard with not only the one bed in the room, but also with how nice the hotel room was. out on the balcony there was a jacuzzi that was covered by an awning. when you looked in the bathroom, there was a rather large tub and a separate shower adjacent to it.

“wow,” you awed. “this place is really nice.”

“i didn’t expect this,” he added. “i guess they saved the money from my actual high school years.”

you plopped down in the center of the bed, sighing as the soft mattress curved around your back, “i could really get used to this.”

“yea, me too,” he took the time to gawk at you as you seemed so peaceful, lying on the bed. “we uhm,” he cleared his throat, “we should probably start getting ready for tonight.”

“alright,” you groaned, slowly sitting up to prepare for the evening.

walking into his old high school, spencer felt a wave of nostalgia mixed with bile rising in his throat. this place was absolute hell for him. he was teased, ridiculed, practically tortured for being special.

“hey,” you squeezed his arm, which yours was wrapped around. “you’ve got this, spence. you aren’t the same defenseless kid you were back then,” you stopped him in the middle of the hallway and placed your hands on his shoulders, gently massaging them. “you are a successful adult with an amazing job and friends to support you. plus, you have a really hot girlfriend by your side,” you both chuckled at that.

“thank you,” he took a deep breath. “thank you for being here.”

“it’s my honor,” you placed your arm in the crook of his once more. “shall we?”

“we shall,” he smiled as you entered the gymnasium of his old high school.

spencer tried his best to avoid any glances or possible stares. it was nerve wracking, being here with his previous bullies. granted, with you by his side he was far less worried.

you had found a group of people he used to hang out with. he was never close with people in high school, but these kids at least didn’t make fun of him. they were all proud to see that the former child prodigy is now using his gifts for the betterment of their country. you had even seen his old math teacher that took a liking for him many years ago.

“spencer?” he heard a very familiar, chill-inducing voice. he looked up to see none other than her.

alexa lisbon.

“spencer,” she chuckled. “it’s me, alexa.”

he felt your grip on him tighten, reasonably so since you knew about what had happened.

“h-hi,” he stuttered out.

alexa wasn’t as beautiful as she was in high school. it’s true what they say about those who peek in high school, he presumes.

“how’ve you been? i heard you work for the fbi now?” she placed a hand on his shoulder, which he resisted swatting away.

“yup. the behavioral analysis unit,” he looked at you before wrapping his arm around your shoulder. “i actually met her there, at work.”

“...her? are you two...?” she retracted her hand from his shoulder as you curled into his chest.

luckily, you two had already worked out the kinks of your “relationship.” where you met, first date, how long, everything was figured out.

“yes. for six months now, actually,” he smiled and looked down at you. “it’s been an amazing time with her. i wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world. i love you.”

“i love you too, sweetie,” you gave him a chaste peck on the cheek, noticing his blush once you retreated.

“well, that’s... nice,” she almost grimaced as she gazed over you. “how did he manage to get a girl like you?”

“like me?” you asked for clarification.

“y’know... beautiful?” she lent in towards you as if spencer wouldn’t be able to hear what she had said.

“excuse you?” you scoffed.

“you heard me,” she rolled her eyes.

“no, i heard you. i was just wanting to give you the chance to realize how incredibly dumb you sounded, but apparently you truly are just that. dumb,” you placed a hand on spencer’s chest protectively. “this is one of the strongest, smartest, and most brave men i’ve ever met. he protects our country every day by using his own intelligence, something you clearly lack. so next time you ever think about insulting him or me, i suggest you ask yourself whether or not your even deserving of talking to him.”

“i-i just-“

“just nothing,” you interrupted. “how about you go and annoy someone else with your lack of brain cells?” and she walked away with a roll of her eyes.

“i can’t believe her,” you scoffed, turning around to look directly at spencer.

“you uhm, you didn’t have to stand up for me like that,” he whispered.

“i wanted to,” you wrapped your arms around his torso. “she’s a bitch and it seemed like nobody has ever put her in her place. i’m glad i got the honor to do so,” you gloated.

“i know. but thank you,” he sighed, briefly looking over his shoulder. “i think she’s still looking.”

“do you trust me?” you placed your hands on the side of his face, drawing his attention to only you.

“always,” he nodded as you got on your tip-toes, gently pulling his face into your own.

he placed his hands hesitantly on your waist, helping to hoist you up to meet his own lips. it was better than he’d imagined - and boy, did he imagine this. you were gentle, and delicate but provided the passion that spencer shared with you, pulling his bottom lip between your own and gently nibbling it. he let one of his hands trail up your body, going to the back of your head to deepen the kiss. at this point, he had forgotten all about alexa and the other students at the reunion. it was just you and him.

“can we-“ you whispered softly to him, your forehead pressed against his, “can we get out of here?”

“please,” he breathed out as you grabbed his hand, pulling him back through the doors of the gymnasium to exit.

as soon as you opened the room, you were on each other. you nearly tore his jacket off of him as he worked on the dress you had worn. he wanted to take his time, to relish in this moment while it lasted, but his own eagerness betrayed him. he was far too excited to be able to slow down.

his hands roamed your body, pawing at the soft tissue of your breasts over your bra as you moaned into his mouth.

“take it off,” you sighed, allowing him to reach behind you and unclasp the clothing.

“fuck,” he awed upon seeing your bare chest, you giggled at his eagerness.

as he gawked at your chest, it was almost as if something had clicked in your mind. and he saw that it had.

“have you... done this before?” you asked, your hands moving down to his shoulders.

“like am i a... a virgin?” he bit his lower lip as he saw you nod. “... yes.”

it didn’t truly surprise you. he had never had a long term girlfriend, and as a child prodigy sex was probably pushed to the back burner.

“are you sure you want your first time to be with me? i’m pretty sure it’s supposed to be special,” you smiled half heartedly.

“of course i want to do it with you. was your first time special?” he rebutted, maybe he knew it wasn’t special ahead of time.

“you deserve for yours to be, though,” you tried to reason.

“it will be if it’s with you, please,” he let his hands trail to your waist as he gave you his best puppy dog eyes, pleading for you to keep going.

“and you’re sure?”

“so sure,” he whispered, smiling before connecting your lips once more.

you were content with that answer. he felt your hands wound in his hair once more, gently tugging at the locks to elicit a groan from spencer. you slowly pushed him back to sit on the bed and straddled his hips, his hands still firm on your waist. clearly, he still wasn’t sure if he was allowed to touch. placing your hands atop his, you trailed them to the front of your body, stopping them once they reached your breasts. he looked up at you with eyes seeking approval, which you granted in the form of a nod. he leisurely took one of them into his mouth, your head rolling back in pleasure from the feeling. his hand continued to work on the opposite side, tweaking the nipple when he took it between his teeth.

“so good to me, spence,” you praised from his lap, slowly grinding against his bulge to seek any form of relief.

you were both getting more and more eager as the time passed, evident by the groans and whimpers that left each other’s mouths. because if this, you ran your hand down his front and let it remain over the bulge before gently stroking it.

“y/n...” he murmured. “please, i-i need...”

“need what, baby?” you asked with a smile. “need my mouth on you? need inside of me? tell me, sweet boy.”

“anything,” he decided to go with. “i need anything.”

“how about i just...” you got off of him to remove your pants before looking back at the man sitting before you. “care to even the playing field?”

“ri-right,” he chuckled before standing up to undo his belt and throw his pants off, followed by unbuttoning his shirt.

“so fucking pretty,” you walked closer to him and slid off your panties. “do you think i’m pretty, too?”

“i-i- of course, i do,” he reached for your waist hesitantly, eyeing your now bare pussy, his nerves not getting the better of him.

“yea?” you straddled him once more but this time pushed his torso down so he was lying on the bed.

he felt your hand trace his bulge that was still trapped inside of his boxers. the light touch was enough for him to whimper. he wanted nothing more than to make you feel good, but he was too mesmerized by the feeling of you.

“morgan has a point when he calls you pretty boy,” your lips were now happily decorating his neck. “i’ve never met a man who i can confidently call pretty, yet here you are.”

“plea-please,” his hips bucked up before you reached inside of his boxers, pulling him out of the fabric.

“before we keep going,” you paused for a moment. “i have condoms in my bag, but i’m clean and on the pill if you’d want to...”

“... not wear one?” you nodded your head. “i’m clearly clean, too. and i just - i really want to feel you.”

“perfect,” you chuckled. “let me do the work, baby,” you sat up temporarily, placing his dick just below your center. “you feel that? how wet i am?”

“yes, god, yes. i feel it,” his hips bucking forward allowed his dick to rub between your folds.

“that’s from you, my sweet boy. all you,” you ground your hips against his member once more, sending his head flying back from the friction.

“please,” he breathed out with obvious frustration. “i-i won’t last long if you keep going.”

“alright, i’ve got you,” you finally rose your hips, reaching between the two of you so you could line him up with your entrance before slowly sinking down on him.

“oh my god,” he whimpered. “you’re-you’re so tight and wet and - god.”

“does this feel as good for you?” you asked as you stayed stationary on his lap, trying to let him soak in this experience as much as he could.

“probably better, if i’m being honest,” he let his hands grip your hips with a bruising touch, too eager to realize his own strength.

“i doubt that,” slowly, you rose your hips before dropping them back down.

spencer’s hands found their way up to your chest, gently pawing at them with fascination. his hips began to meet yours as you picked up the pace.

“fuck, it feels so good,” he cried out, placing one arm around your waist so he could fuck you from beneath.

“ditto, pretty boy,” you groaned as his hips picked up the pace. “so fucking eager, baby. you feel so good inside of me. cum whenever you need to, baby. i want you to cum inside me.”

“fuck - i’m gonna - i-i-“ his hips thrusted up one more time before spurts of his cum filled you up. “oh, fuck!”

“oh, you did so good, sweet boy,” you stroked his hair as he fucked his cum into you, trying to ride out his orgasm. “so, so good.”

you continued to rub his shoulders and stroke his hair as he came down from his high.

“you didn’t come,” he whispered against your chest.

“it’s alright. i still enjoyed myself,” you smiled at the sentiment. “sex isn’t always about coming. it’s also about the intimacy.”

“but i wanted you to come, too,” he nearly whined. “can i... can i make you feel good, too?”

“how do you wanna do that sweet boy?” you wanted to hear him say it, that much was obvious.

“you know,” he turned his head on your chest, placing a chaste kiss on your breast.

“do i?” you tugged gently at his hair to hear him whimper once more.

“please, can i...” he lowered his voice to a whisper, “perform oral on you?”

“oh, i love it when you talk dirty to me, doctor reid,” you sighed with a soft chuckle. “of course you can.”

you lifted yourself off of him before he slowly rolled you over, kissing his way down your body to meet with your center. he placed a soft kiss to your clit before licking a broad stroke up your slit, cleaning up the mess he made inside of you.

“fuck, good boy,” he moaned at the praise, wanting to hear more and more every day.

and he worked for the praise. he lapped at your center and sucked lightly on your clit, quickly building the tension inside of your stomach. once he entered his finger, unprompted, you questioned how experienced he truly was. he curled the finger inside of you expertly, trying to find your g-spot and successfully doing so. it was only a few stroked from inside of you and sucking on your clit for a few more seconds when you came on his fingers, tugging on his hair and digging your nails into his shoulder.

“fuck, spencer!” you moaned out, throwing your head back as he worked you through your own high.

once you had come down, it took pulling spencer up by his shoulders for him to let up on your pussy. that man might’ve been made to eat a girl out.

“you did so fucking good, spence,” you praised before connecting your lips, gently sucking on his tongue.

“that was...” he trailed off, trying to think of the right word to describe it. “it was enticing,” he settled on.

“yea?” you chuckled against his lips.

“yea,” he smiled back before sucking your bottom lip between his own. “thank you, for this.”

“thank you for trusting me with this,” your fingers twirled his locks between your fingers.

“i don’t know how this normally works but... i think i just really want to-i want to...” he squinted his eyebrows before ripping the bandaid off, not wanting to sound too squishy. “can we just cuddle? i think i need to feel close to you.”

“of course we can, spence,” you replied. “but first i need to pee. i refuse to get a uti,” you quickly got up and ran to the bathroom, returning later and finding him cuddled underneath the sheets, leaving space on the bed beside him for you.

once you had laid down, he laid his head on your still bare chest. he loved the closeness and intimacy being bare with you had, and he had never felt it before.

spencer knew he had chosen the right person to not only share his high school reunion with, but also share his first time with. perhaps you would be the first, and last.

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miyalove · 4 years

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➳˚｡⋆ MUTUAL CONNECTION.

➳ pairing. roommate!kuroo x fem!reader x (slight) terushima

➳ warnings. slight dubcon (kuroo listen’s to reader having sex), voyeurism, swearing, masturbation (male), pining

➳ notes. thank you for 500 followers! here’s a spicy fic to celebrate... if it gets enough love then maybe a part two will be out

2.4k | thinking you were going to be home alone, you decide to invite your favorite fling over to have a good time. surpisingly, you’re not alone and your roommate kuroo is torn between letting you know that or locking himself up in his room to torture himself.

he’s in some deep shit now. the playfully cocky man is grown enough to admit that. as much as he wanted to blame you for his trouble, he’s adult enough to admit that maybe… just maybe, this one is on him. you thought that he was out and with fair reason too. he did text you saying so; ‘late classes. don’t wait up’. only it turned out that his professor had a last minute change of plans because as he got to class, on the door was a note detailing how they were canceled.

it wasn’t much of a sweat for him though. he wouldn’t mind a day home alone with his thoughts. it would allow him to catch up (and even get ahead) in most of his classes so this was basically water under the bridge. instantly, his feelings of serenity changed when you arrived home and not alone either, but with your current prey— terushima.

he was a younger guy compared to kuroo, but not by much. fit, intelligent, a cosmetology major (so he never looked bad) and kuroo knows just how much of a good dude he is in bed too. courtesy of you, of course. every now and then, you’d get into tangents about your flings and terushima was the only one that you had only good things to say about. it wasn’t as if he was jealous though. please, kuroo feels all emotions but he prides himself on not feeling that on. him? jealous? nothing of the sort, really.

he thought you were hot and when the two of you meet for the first time, there was just something that clicked. you got along so well with him like puzzle pieces perfectly slotting together. you two got along so well that since then you were practically attached by the hip. that was nearly a year ago, when you meet. if the circumstances were different he might have made a move on you, but things are complicated now because even if he thinks about what you would look like underneath him; he can’t make a move.

you guys are roommates. he missed his opportunity to have something more once he asked you to move in with him. and you being a broke college student, just like him, happily said yes. it would become awkward if things didn’t work out because hell— he’d be living with his ex which could make a great plot to a cliche hallmark movie but not to his life.

for now, he’d have to keep things on the down low. even if you constantly came at him with flirty teasing. it happened mostly when you were drunk— everyone tends to have more courage when they’re 5 shots deep in tequila. however, there are some instances of ‘friendly’ flirting that happens especially when you’re sober. he doesn’t miss the vague compliments that, if either of you questioned, things would start spiraling. he doesn’t miss the stares that last a little too long or touches that linger for a split second longer than needed. the way you giggle a little too much to not be considered flirting.

but even at that, even with fate constantly pushing the two of you together be it through classes, parties, or running into each other on the street; he never made a move and neither did you. and at first, he was okay with that, but right now not so much because right fucking now, he’s stuck in his room wanting nothing more than the ground to open up and swallow him whole.

he didn’t even know you were still seeing terushima. sure, you bragged about how great he is in bed but you were more of a one and done kind of girl (as you lovingly explained to him one drunken escapade). so to see the bleach blonde again (in his own house of all places) with you straddling his lap rubbed kuroo in a way that was anything but pleasant. he didn’t want to be subjected to this kind of torture so he figured running into his bedroom would be a good solution to his problem.

he anticipated just blasting music in his headphones. drown out whatever was happening just a few feet away from him. arriving at his destination, he gently shut the door to his room. throwing himself on his bed and reaching for his laptop, he’s glad that the noises haven’t started up yet. but when he searches his bag for his headphone and nothing comes up, it then dawns on him that he leaned his pair to a friend and now he is more fucked than you.

he panicking. a low whine of despair escaped his lips as he felt pity stir in his chest for himself. just his luck that his pretty roommate was fucking a completely different dude and he’d have to sit her and take it like some kind of incompetent loser. he contemplated going out there to stop whatever was happening. to just maybe knock on his door or yell out to you, to have you guys know that he’s in here and it’s not just you and terushima. yeah, just yell out to you guys would be easy, right? open the door, scream a simple “please don’t!” and done. he so sure that his plan is golden that he reaches for his door knob with a grin.

but then he hears you moan.

and his eyes widened at the sweet sound.

he can’t help but freeze up. how could something so lewd sound to pretty? his grip on the knob tightens. kuroo finds himself thinking hard to himself. this is so bad. even if he’s heard how pretty you sound, doesn't meant anything. as a good roommate, hell, as a good friend, he should go out there and tell you what’s up.

but then he hears your pleas again, however it’s not a moan this time. you let out a shakily sigh that was followed by some other words that he couldn’t really make out because of the distance. you sounded so needy, so desperate to have someone touch you to make you feel good. the mere thought of you desperately pleading with that pretty little mouth of yours made him dizzy.

with everything that’s happening, it makes sense that his dick starts to stiffen. he fumbled about his room. trying so damn hard to ignore the growing pain in his cock. he did some quiet jumping jacks, paced around his room, and tried to drawn everything out by screaming in his head.

it seemed that most things where to no effort. when he hears you let out a low groan followed by the succulent sound of wet lips kissing at your skin is when he finally lets go. desperately kuroo’s hand clutches his crotch over his shorts as he tried to control his thoughts and raging desires. he pleaded with himself to keep it cool, but no matter his attempts, it felt like his dick had a mind of it’s own— which it does.

no matter how hard he shut his eyes, or how loud he blasted super bass in his head, he couldn’t get the image of you naked out of his thoughts— you were probably fully nude by now, underwear (if you were even wearing any) scattered across the living room floor. he imagines that you’d wear something elegant yet contradicting sexy. lingerie that framed your body perfectly. kuroo would have to demand you to take them off or he’d rip into them himself. you’d be on full display just for him— terushima, he meant. not like him him. dear god, he felt sick but at the same time so fucking horny. it’s a weird combo that only you could ever invoke from him.

would you be weirded out if he jerked off to the idea of you having sex with someone else? of course, you would! it takes a special kind of crazy to think that you’d be okay with him just barging in on your private time. there’s no other way around it. you’d probably hate him for the rest of your life, if you were to find out what he was doing. but it’s not like he can do anything about it. it’s not like he can not not listen to you.

it’s far too late to interrupt now because he’ll look like some kind of perv that was actually enjoying listening in on his roommate fucking another guy. when his head start to finally clear, a deeper voice erupts from the intimate silence. it’s terushima.

“you want me to fuck you right here, baby?” he breathed out. even with the distance, kuroo could hear the leather of the couch shift. he only can only imagine how you two are positioned right now. “what if your roommate sees?”

“then he can enjoy the show,” he knew you were just playing along. drawing out the teasing to further your play time with terushima but it’s startling really because— if only you knew.

at this point, kuroo thinks he’s about to explode. he could practically hear the smirk you had on. the way you were dripping with lust had him biting back a groan. the things you do to him when you’re not even doing him was insane. he tried to block his thoughts out, think about something that’ll kill his boner but nothing came to mind.

nothing could kill his intense wanting when all he could picture was that he was the one making you moaning right now. that it was his name that you were grunting as you ride his cock. the thoughts made his dick impossibly harder, the pressure building up so much that it felt like he had no choice but to rub it over the fabric of his shorts.

it was like his body was acting without thinking as he began panting quietly to himself. when the sound of your voice got louder, his pace over the fabric quickens. his cheeks flush at the scandalous act. there is no way he’s rubbing one out to the sound of you fucking another guy.

but then your voice gets more needy, pleading with a desperation that kuroo couldn’t help but wish was for him. something inside him snaps. then all at once he’s betraying his thoughts. he’s not thinking straight when he finally pulls his shorts down. sighing in relief as his dick springs up, slapping his abdomen.

he waste no time wrapping his hand around his cock. eyes fluttering close when he gets a good rhythm going. slowly pumping when he hears you whining. then quickening his pace when he hears your moans getting faster. the slapping of skin on skin contact making his imagination grow wilder. he can’t help it really. picturing you all spread out, taking his cock like the good girl he hopes you are. your expression shifting to absolute bliss when he hits your sweet spot. he’s drowning in pure pleasure. his body completely laxed as he slumps over.

he slows when he hears your voice again, “god, fuck. just like that.”

it’s airy and pitched. begging and praising terushima as he fucks you perfectly. the image of you taking him— kuroo (not your other stupid fling), makes his breath hitch.

“f-fuck,” he mutters. his hand picks up speed. so many thoughts running through his head. mainly of you spiraled out in his favorite position, and so wet that his cock would just slide into your pussy easy. you’d be begging him to go harder and with such a sweet fucked out voice, how could he say no? he’d grab your hips and slam into you. you’d practically forget who the hell terushima was if, kuroo has his way with you.

hearing your moans pick up, his imagination gets the best of him. his hand pumps faster and faster. his body feels hot as he imagines your tight pussy swallowing his cock, sucking him in ever time he tries to pull out. he pictures you to be greedy in bed wanting every inch of him inside you and pounding so hard into you’d practically be seeing stars. he imagines running his hands gently through your pretty hair, petting you every once in a while and cooing about how much of a good girl you are. he’d be ready to pull at your roots if you even dare to tease him because he knows you’d try something as cunning as that. you’d do it with pleasure, a smirk plastered on your lips and nothing but trouble lining your hues.

“oh god– fuck.” he’s nearing the edge. he can feel the brink of his heat snapping. as if the gods are finally righting their wrongs. your melodious moaning reaches his ears.

“fuck. i’m– i’m gonna cum!” if this were any other circumstance, kuroo would say that it was romantic. the two of you finishing together. the blissful ride coming to an possibly wholesome end. silks of white hot pleasure filling you up and just when you think it’s over, he’d lean down one hand gripping your thigh while his long slender fingers go to work on stuffing all the leaking cum back into you. fuck. you’d be squirming under his touch caught between begging him to stop or wanting to go again and again and again…

opening his eyes, kuroo’s hues are meant with darkness. a stickiness all over his hands and tummy that he’s come to be all to familiar with at this point. he wishes he could finish how he imagined but he has to snap back into reality every once in a while. a bitter feeling fills his chest, a huge shift from his lust filled yearning a few seconds ago. things were certainly going to be a little weird from now on. kuroo considers himself quite the extrovert (sorta) but he’s kind of terrified to see how he’ll naturally react to you now that– that that has all went down.

taking one last look at the white strings that cover his body, he let’s out a way too loud (especially given the circumstance) groan. grabbing at a dirty towel he starts to clean himself off. when warm thoughts of you invade his memory again, he grimaces a fluttery feeling overcoming him.

“oh, i’m so fucked,” tossing the towel somewhere in his room. he falls asleep to the sound of your soft giggles as his soundtrack.

#dubcon #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo tetsuro #kuroo smut #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #hq smut #kuroo tetsuro smut #hq x reader

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Full House

Rook gets home from the hospital and life in the Baker-Cappelletty house is more hectic than ever.

Requests: “Can I get a JP Cappelletty imagine where you have help take care of him after his accident (at home) please”

“Idk if I’ve sent this one or not but can I have a Rook imagine where you take care of him after his accident and you have a daughter and live with Colson and how your life is then and maybe Colson helps out please (sorry if that’s a lot)”

Rook x Reader

Warnings: Cursing, implied smut, mentions of Rook’s accident

Word Count: 1459

“Look who’s home, Cameryn!” You cheered to your 2-year-old daughter, “Is that grandpa and daddy?” You picked her up so she could see through the window you were looking out of and then carried her to the front door.

Colson rushed over to the door and opened it for you, following you out, and then walked over to meet Rook and Johnny, who were still working on getting all of Rook’s things out of the car. You watched Colson’s interactions with your boyfriend as you moved over to them, Cameryn still in your arms.

Rook lit up when he saw her, “Hey princess.” He reached his arms up as you moved to set her on his lap, “other princess.” You pressed a quick peck on his mouth, a small smile spreading across your features. Your daughter squealed in excitement, having only been to see Rook once while he was in the hospital.

“Are you sure you don’t need me to stay with you guys for a couple days?” Johnny asked, Rook’s bag slung over his shoulder and a folder full of paperwork in one hand. You moved to grab the back of Rook’s wheelchair, only to be waved away by Colson, who was also attempting to take the position.

You smiled at the man, “We’ll be fine. You should go home; you’ve spent the past week in a hospital. We can take care of him now.”

Colson piped in, “besides, I’m here. I’ll take great care of Rookie!” There was obvious mischief in his voice, but you knew from years of living with Colson that he’d be there when it came down to it.

You grabbed the backpack and folder from Rook’s dad as Rook spoke, “Dad, I’m good. Go home, please.” Johnny reluctantly agreed, giving into the fatigue that was coursing through his body telling him to go to sleep in a real bed.

“Alright, text me if you need anything.” He moved to Rook’s side, picking up your daughter, who was poking at her dad’s new hand braces. “Bye bye, Cameryn,” he said, tickling her sides and making her scream with laughter.

“Bye, bye grandpa.” She said once she had calmed down, waving to him as she was placed into Rook’s lap again.

Johnny laughed, “she’s getting a lot better.”

Rook smiled down at her, “yeah she is. We were worried for a while because she wouldn’t talk, but now that’s all she wants to do.” He poked her sides gently, making her laugh.

“Alright, by kiddos. Goodluck with those three, Y/N.” Johnny waved as he got into his car.

You laughed, “thanks, I’ll need it.”

Later that night you were trying to figure out how to manage life with one less pair of legs in the house. Luckily, Cameryn was having one of her calmer days and didn’t require the attention of three adults. She had sat on the couch with Rook most of the day, playing with various toys and being entertained by her father. You and Colson took turns in the room, making sure that Cameryn was returned to the couch if she ever ran off.

“Hide and seek?” Cameryn asked Rook while you prepared dinner in the kitchen. She had been on a kick with the game lately since Slim and Colson had taught her last week.

Rook sighed, “I can’t play hide and seek, kiddo. Maybe uncle Colson will play with you.”

Cameryn whined, “no! Play with you.”

“I can’t play, princess, my leg hurts. See?” He pointed to the boot on his foot with a frown.

Cameryn insisted, “hide and seek!”

You sighed, stepping away from the kitchen and peering into the room, “Cam, daddy can’t play hide and seek right now. Why don’t you ask Uncle Colson? Or play something else.”

Her lip started quivering and both you and Rook went into panic mode, trying to prevent the tantrum that was coming. “Wanna play!” She cried, starting to bounce up and down on the couch angrily. Rook tried his best to calm her down, but there wasn’t much he could do to stop her movements.

You moved towards her, only to be stopped by Kells. “I got this,” he whispered, “finish dinner and take a break, you’ve earned it.”

You smiled as you watched him scoop up Cameryn, bouncing her lightly in his arms to make her calm down. “Hey, Cameryn, let’s go play with some of your toys, yeah?”

Once the girl had left the room, you turned your attention to Rook, who was sporting a frown. “This fucking sucks,” he murmured, “I can’t do anything, can’t even take care of my own fucking daughter.”

You moved over to him quickly after checking that nothing would burn in your absence, “I don’t know if you were aware, but you got hit by a car, which is pretty badass.” You took a seat next to him, running a hand up his arm, “I know it sucks right now, but you’re not gonna be like this forever. And Cameryn will learn, she’s smart.”

Rook pressed a soft kiss to your lips, “she gets that from you.” You rolled your eyes at his lame words, standing up to move back to the kitchen.

“I don’t know what you think flattery is going to get you, but I promise it’s not going to work.” You called.

He chuckled, “damn, was hoping it’d get me another kid.” You rolled your eyes, picking a pillow off the couch as you walked by and chucking it at him.

After the first week, you’d settled into an easy routine with Rook being out of commission. Luckily, you and Colson both worked from home, so you were only ever a shout away from your needy toddler and needy boyfriend.

The two of them ended up making quite the team against you and Colson, constantly whining for things because they were unable to get whatever it was for themselves. Most days, Rook kept Cameryn on the couch, reading to her and trying to teach her new words. Then Colson would take her outside to run around, something that Rook would normally do. You’d bring them all food whenever you could get a break, and as soon as you were finished with work, you’d plop yourself next to Rook on whatever piece of furniture he’d chosen to lounge on that day.

Today, he hadn’t had the energy to get out of your bed and move to the couch, so that’s where you joined him. Cameryn was on his lap, crawling over the bed to you once you’d settled in. “Hey you,” you said softly, “you’ve been good for daddy?”

Cameryn nodded firmly while Rook spoke, “we learned all about penguins and seals today. She loved them so much that she made me read the same book about them 5 times.” You giggled at his expression, “and then we watched lots of TV and took a nap.”

You hummed, “yeah? Did you work on any of those leg exercises the doctors gave you?”

Rook smiled, eager to show off his work, “Cameryn did them too. We did some leg lifts and we bent our knees, didn’t we?” The girl giggled when his attention shifted to her, “We’re still good to go back to the hospital tomorrow for that checkup, right?”

You pressed a kiss against his cheek, “yep. Colson’s gonna watch Cam for the day so we’re good.” Your hand reached out to stroke Cameryn’s hair lightly, “I don’t know what we’d do without him.”

Colson stuck his head in the room, “you’d die.” He laughed as he moved further into the room, plopping onto the bed next to Rook’s feet. “I was not listening to your conversation, I just happened to hear my name and you know I have a big ego.”

Rook rolled his eyes, “if I had a good foot, I would kick you right now.”

Colson laughed, grabbing Cameryn from you, and flipping her so she was hanging upside down over his shoulder. “I’m taking her for the night so you two can finally have some alone time.” He wiggled his eyebrows at you both suggestively, walking out of the room. “How does ice cream for dinner sound, Cam?”

The girl cheered as you sighed, leaning further into Rook, and letting the tension out of your shoulders. He used two fingers to move your jaw so you were facing him, leaning down, and kissing you deeply. Once you pulled away you let your forehead rest against his own, noses brushing against each other. It was quiet for a minute, you and Rook basking in each other’s presence. “You know you’re gonna have to top, right?”

You chuckled, pulling away from him. “Way to ruin the moment, loser.”

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amazonswin · 3 years

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Saudade: Chapter 3

Pairing: Duncan/Courtney (Total drama)

Word count: 1.3k

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18:37 - Courtney, please call me back.

11:26 - I know, just call so we can talk about it

19:43 - I’m not mad. Can we please meet up to talk?

13:21 - Court..

Courtney looked down at the seemingly countless missed calls and messages. How could she even respond? Sorry I didn’t tell you I had your baby, I was a stupid sixteen year old? No. That wouldn’t fix anything. Duncan seemed to have his life together, maybe that should count for something. And Maelie. Maelie deserved a chance to know her dad. But would that do more harm than good? He wasn’t a good person before, and how could she possibly know if he had truly changed. Courtney couldn’t risk it. She needed to protect her daughter, and herself.

She had barely realized it was time to take lunch. The usually busy office was silent as she walked out. The last thing she expected to see behind the door was him.

“What are you doing here?” Courtney looked around, making sure no one would witness their conversation.

“You wouldn’t answer my calls and we have to talk about this.”

“You cannot be here and you definitely cannot make a scene. Imagine what they’ll say about me…”

“I’m not here to make a scene, I just want to talk.”

“Fine, but not here.” Courtney walked off, with Duncan not far behind.

The park was within walking distance, but far enough away that she was sure no one would overhear. Aside from a few parents with their children, it was rather empty anyway. Courtney used to be sure that she knew everything, but she had no idea how to have this conversation.

“So why did you hide it?” Duncan was sick of beating around the bush. He wanted, he needed, answers.

“I was sixteen and pissed off” She sighed, “I was perfect, I made sure my life was perfect and worked very hard to keep it that way. And then came you. You were my complete opposite and I hated you. But I also was in love and I was crazy. Extremely crazy. But, hey, I had you.”

She took a deep breath and looked up before continuing.

“Until I didn’t… you cheated and left. To make it worse it was with someone who I had the audacity to consider a friend. I had no one. Then I lost the stupid show and had nothing. I went home a loser and a failure. I had to face my parents that way, face the world that way. Once settled I noticed something was different, I was… off. With the stress and the depression, I didn’t think much of it. By the time I found out it was too late. Not that I wouldn’t have kept her… I honestly don’t know what I would have done. I’m grateful I didn’t have to make that choice. The right thing was to tell you, I knew that. But I couldn’t, after all you did to me? I wanted you to hurt, to suffer like I did.”

Duncan couldn’t look at her. He knew he hurt her, but he never really considered how much.

“A few months in, I knew I had to tell you. But by then no one knew where you were. I gave up even trying. I was selfish and horrible, and I know that now… I really do wish I could change it. But I can't…”

“I know I hurt you, and god I wish I could change that. But it doesn’t matter. We had a baby and you didn’t tell me. I deserved to know. And I deserve to know her.” Duncan tried to control his temper, but who could blame him for being mad? It was his kid. And he didn’t even get to know.

“Duncan, I’m sorry…”

“I want to meet her. I want to be involved.”

“I can’t let her get hurt.”

“The only one hurting her is you. She deserves a dad, and you kept that away.”

“Duncan…” Courtney felt helpless, she knew he was right. But was she really willing to risk it? No. There had to be conditions, she had to protect Maelie. “Fine. An introduction. But there needs to be terms.”

“Are we really going to negotiate this? I have the right to meet my child.” Duncan had enough, he wasn’t going to let this stay hidden any longer. He couldn’t.

“It’s the only way we both get what we want. You meet her, I keep her safe. You agree or I can’t let it happen.”

“Fine.” He reluctantly agreed. He had to and he knew it. “So what are these terms?”

“You can meet, but only as my friend. No mention of you being her dad, not yet.”

***

Courtney’s house was exactly as Duncan expected. Clean cut neighborhood, white picket fence. His motorcycle turned more than a few heads as he rode in. She opened the door before he even had the chance to knock.

“Quite the place you got here.”

“It’s nothing much… Here come in” Courtney moved aside to let him in.

You could hardly tell someone in their twenties lived here. It was too formal, not a single thing seemed out of place. Even for Courtney, this seemed a little too adult. He questioned if it was her taste at all.

“This is a really nice place. How much did it cost ya?” He joked.

“Ha. Well as absent as they were, my parents do at least financially provide.” One of the few things the pair had in common was crappy parents. Though he really couldn’t compare his constant fighting to hers never being there. The two bonded over it early in their relationship, but Duncan figured as Courtney got older it may have got better. Looks like it didn’t.

“So they bought this?”

“Yep. Along with most everything in it.” Courtney had of course protested their decisions, but at least they were somewhat involved. They hardly came over anyway, just the occasional holiday. “Except Maelie’s room, that’s all her” She smiled. Courtney hardly changed much around the house, but once she turned six Maelie demanded a room full of pink. There was no talking her out of it.

“Where is she anyway? It’s awfully quiet for a kid.”

“Oh, she had some lessons after school. Her friend’s mom offered to drop her off, so should be here any minute now.” Courtney hated how awkward this was. Maybe she could talk about Maelie’s violin lessons? That was a skill she was more than happy to pass on. But bragging didn’t seem like the best option. So waiting was the only thing to do.

Finally a knock caught her attention. Courtney quickly answered and made some polite small talk with the mom. Given the age difference and her constant work schedule, she never found much in common with the other mothers. She tried her best for her daughter’s sake, but despised every moment of it.

Duncan was shocked at the sight of Maelie. She looked just like Courtney, the same light brown skin and scattered freckles. The only difference was her big, striking blue eyes. There was no denying that she was his daughter, and he loved her already.

She set her bag down before slightly hiding behind her mom, “Mommy, who is that?”

Courtney squatted beside her to be more eye level, “This is Mommy’s friend, Duncan. He’s going to join us for dinner, okay?”

“Okay..” She responded as she moved a bit closer to him, “It’s nice to meet you Mr. Duncan.” Maelie reached her hand out, giving Duncan’s hand a rather firm shake. “My mom says that a good handshake creates a good first impression. Otherwise they’ll walk on you” She shrugged.

He laughed, “Well with that shake, no one will walk on you.” With that it was clear she was the perfect mix of the both of them. Of what they could have been.

#total drama #td #td courtney #total drama island #total drama world tour #td duncan #td duncney #duncney #duncan x courtney #fic #duncney fic

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fandom-monium · 3 years

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For the Holidays - Part 2

Summary: In which Spencer doesn’t want to go to his high school reunion, but you tagging along changes things. “It’ll be nice... having a friend there.”

WC: 1.8k

Tags/Warnings: Spencer Reid x GN!Reader, fake-dating trope, pining (so much pining), insecure and in-denial Spencer, light cursing, (tbh with all the shit that happens in CM they should be cussing way more)

Spencer doesn’t text you. But he’s tried.

First thing he got home, he tossed his bag aside and ripped off his blazer before he threw himself on the couch, digging through his pockets for his phone. Screw reading, taxes, dinner. There are more important things at stake here.

But he’s been sitting there for an hour, glaring at the empty text box with disdain, willing for words to appear.

No such luck.

Spencer writes essays and academic journals in an hour but formulating a simple text? He curses the universe for only making him academically gifted.

He runs a hand through his hair. Maybe he should call? No, you said text. And he doesn’t trust himself enough to have a verbal conversation with you. He will get tongue-tied.

Shit, what does he even say?

It’s not entirely his fault, alright? He’s never been put in a position like this before, except when he goes undercover. And even then everything is planned for him with little contribution on his part⎼he makes small edits to better fit the profiles but that’s about it. All he has to do is scan the file once and in seconds he has his fake identity, his fake backstory, and whatever fake details make up his fake life.

But this. This is different. He has to be brave because it’s you, and he has to chill out because this is supposed to be fake, he reminds himself. Both are tasks within themselves. And yeah, he’s a genius but as Albert Einstein once said, knowledge has its limits.

Shit, his thoughts are so jumbled he can’t even quote properly. This is all your fault.

You.

He still has to text you.

Spencer groans and flops on the couch, the phone clattering to the floor. He doesn’t bother, laying there until there’s an imprint of his butt in the cushions. He stares at the ceiling.

He remembers that you were the one to say yes. He hadn’t directly asked you but you agreed anyway, which means you are willing to spend time with him. Which means you like him (enough). Which means you are friends, and friends help friends out when they are in trouble.

Like needing a fake date.

He rolls onto his stomach, lips pursed as he stares over the edge of the couch. His phone glints in the lamp light.

Just friends helping each other out. Nothing out of the ordinary.

Spencer takes a deep breath and picks up the phone.

He can do this.

⎼

He can’t do this.

“I’m so excited,” Next to Spencer, you nestle into the seat and adjust the fuzzy blanket over your lap, eyes gleaming. “It’ll be nice to see where you grew up.”

Spencer only offers you a tight smile. His eyes dart about as the other passengers settle in, switching seats and fiddling luggage into the overhead compartments. Some of them already requesting for airplane food. Who in their right mind actually wants airplane food?

Spencer really wants to be as excited as you, and he is; he finally gets to spend some time with you outside of work, without the rest of the team hovering (waiting for one of you to make a damn move). It’s almost nice.

If only he can enjoy himself.

His knee bounces nonstop. Against the armrest his fingers tap a rhythm matching the thrum of his heart. And his hair is even more wild having run his hands through it repeatedly before meeting up with you.

He isn’t used to this, being alone with you. Sure, you partner up at work, in cases⎼hell, you've even accompanied each other to a few events. But those were as friends.

Technically, you’re his date. His romantic partner.

Spencer’s never let himself delve deep into his fantasies; he’s imagined (more times than he’d like to admit) taking you on dates to your favorite places, you in his arms, him in your arms⎼you know, minus the imminent danger. All the sweet things that couples do. But they always seemed out of reach. So he’d cut them off, squash the ideas before they went any further. False hope only hurts if you give in.

But now you’re on a plane, rocking in your seat as you hum to yourself, genuinely thrilled at the prospect of seeing his hometown.

This is more than he’s ever imagined. He feels like his heart’s about to burst.

Someone needs to call the bomb squad, real quick.

“Reid.”

"Hm?"

"Are you alright?" You're looking at him, voice drenched in so much concern his stomach twists. He made you worry. He feels guilty.

“Yeah-uh-” He clears his throat, attempting a smile. It’s a sad parody of the real thing. ”I'm fine.“

You raise an eyebrow and scoff, "Okay, I think I know why you're being weird. At least, weirder than usual."

Spencer’s heart drops. He leans back as you lean across your shared armrest, catching the sympathy in your eyes. He stiffens, bracing himself for the rejection. He should have known sooner or later you’d notice his not-so-friendly affections towards you. Of course you did, he isn’t exactly subtle; all the lunches, the museum tours, the stars in his eyes when you wrestle down unsubs⎼

"You’re nervous about seeing your old classmates again."

⎼Or, he’s much better at hiding it than he thought.

Spencer can only watch in awe as you continue, “And it’s totally natural. I mean, I haven’t been to a reunion, but I’d feel weird too if I got to see my classmates after all these years. But have no fear, (Your Name) is here.” You cringe, suddenly abashed. “Unless I’m completely off the mark and now you regret bringing me along. Oh no, that’s it, isn’t? You’re uncomfortable with the whole couples act.”

Spencer shakes his head, and for the first time since take off, he chuckles, “What? No, I’m happy that you’re here. And I couldn't think of anyone better to play my partner.” A relieved smile from you and he shrugs, feigning nonchalance. He fiddles with his sleeve. “But yeah, you got me. I am nervous.”

Which isn’t exactly a lie. You're here, next to him. That's more than enough reason to be.

If he had to be honest, between you and organizing the trip, he almost forgot about the reunion. Then again, he never liked reflecting on his high school years. For obvious reasons.

But your perception is a bucket of ice water over his head. Now he’s wide awake.

You’re doing this because you’re friends. You just want to help.

Friendship never hurt so much.

“I didn’t mention it before, but I’m sure you’re aware I wasn’t exactly the most popular kid in school, being 6 years younger and all,” Spencer swallows the ache. You nod in understanding.

Bright, brown eyes meet yours. He bites his lip. “So, I appreciate you coming with me. It’ll be nice... having a friend there.”

A split second.

Spencer glances away as he says 'friend'. The word leaves such a bittersweet taste he has to hold back a grimace, look anywhere else but you. The word just doesn’t sit right with him.

If he hadn’t looked away, he would have caught the way your smile dropped.

You nearly forgot, though you’re on holiday, this is a mission of sorts. This isn’t about you or how you feel. This is about Spencer. You berate yourself, remembering you're not a teenager anymore; you're a fucking adult and mature adults don't squee at their coworkers.

No matter how cute and adorable they are.

“Of course,” You plaster on a smile and finger the edge of your blanket, unintentionally mirroring him. "Your welcome."

Spencer gives you that white-person smile you love so much. You have to bite back a laugh.

To distract yourself, you pull out your phone and open the Chess app, holding it out to him. "Now, how about that rematch?"

Spencer's face lights up like a Christmas tree.

And as you immerse yourselves into another close match, you feel your confidence grow with every move, chuckling as Reid grumbles about you cheating (you’re not, he’s just a sore loser). You’re an FBI agent, for fuck’s sake. You played spouse and romantic partners for weeks, months. A weekend is nothing.

You can manage playing pretend with a coworker. Just operate like this is any other undercover assignment.

You can pretend you’re in love with Spencer Reid. You can handle it.

You can handle it.

⎼

You can’t handle it.

As one would expect, it’s hard to not fall in love with Spencer Reid. Just as it’s hard not to show it.

It feels like only yesterday the lanky man quite literally stumbled his way into your world and you decided, ‘Him. I will protect him with my life.’ And while you’d totally do that for anyone on the team, with Reid, it hits different.

After you landed in Las Vegas, you had a couple hours to kill before the reunion started, and as the good friend and partner you are, you suggested he show you all the places he frequented when he was little. For research, of course. After all, you’re playing his partner, so the more you know the better.

It’s definitely not because you’re invested in his life. Because that would be unprofessional.

(The way he beamed at you was totally worth it though.)

Then one step in the direction of his favorite eatery and he slipped on a patch of ice. You caught him in time, but the way he looked at you, brown eyes wide and filled with awe, made you feel things you shouldn't feel for a coworker.

It only snowballed from there. Everything about him is just so… endearing.

But you’re at your limit.

Love and affection threatens to spill out of you. Your hands flex in your coat pockets, itching to grab Spencer’s pretty face. Even your chest aches from your heart having swollen twice its size. You feel like you’re about to explode.

This might be the most difficult mission you’ve ever worked.

But this is it, you realize as you stand in front of the closed auditorium doors. This is the final lap. Where everything you’ve practiced really matters. You just have to keep up the charade for a few hours, then you won’t have to struggle to fight back the hearts in your eyes.

Although, your clothes fit tighter than you remember and you’re trembling. Why the fuck are you trembling?

Next to you Spencer eyes the double doors, almost like he’s daunted by them.

Multi-colored lights filter into the dark hallway, silhouettes flickering and shifting from the crack under the door as cheery holiday music faintly streams from behind them, accompanied by shouts and laughter. From his old classmates. Who are most likely making jokes at his expense.

Spencer already wants to go home.

“Ready, Doc?” As if sensing his hesitation, you offer a smile and an arm to him. Your eyes gleam with resolve. It’s more than enough for the both of you.

You can do this.

A deep breath, he slips his arm into yours. “Yep.”

He can do this.

Together, you open the doors.

AN: 2/4??

note: don’t expect part 3 to come out as quick. it’ll contain panic/anxiety descriptions and id like to take my time to write it best :))) i hope you enjoyed the last bit of happiness for a while :))))

also i apologize that i havent gotten to all the requests!! the ones posted on my masterlist are the ones currently being dealt with, but i’ll get through them eventually thx for the patience :D

i remember seeing a post ab Hotch x Prentiss and I didn’t get it but watching CM over again

i get it i so get it. when theyve both gone to each other’s homes? *tears up*

and my hate for seaver has been reinforced :)))))

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