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grunckle · 2 months

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Qualia and Ascension in Rain World

(To clarify I'm mostly talking about base-game lore and not including Downpour, but honestly most of these things can transfer over)

Qualia

One thing that’s relatively hidden in Rain World’s text and subtext is the concept of qualia. Qualia is described as being, “sensory experiences that have distinctive subjective qualities but lack any meaning or external reference to the objects or events that cause them.” It’s a personal sensory experience that cannot be comprehended by another person other than the individual themself, and are often hard to convey via language.

Qualia is a reoccurring motif in Rain World, but what’s more important is the way in which it’s conveyed to the player. The picture that’s painted is that of a world or civilization that placed a great importance on the individuals’ experience, and it’s shown through pearls or environmental details.

Here are some examples of qualia appearing in the text through pearls.

“It's qualia, or a moment - a very short one. Someone is holding a black stone, and twisting it slightly as they drag their finger across the rough surface. The entire sequence is shorter than a heartbeat, but the resolution is extraordinary.”

“A memory... but not really visual, or even concrete, in its character. It reminds of the feeling of a warm wind, but not the physical feeling but the... inner feeling. I don't think it has much utility unless you are doing some very fringe Regeneraist research.”

“This one... is authored by Five Pebbles, when he was young. There has been an attempt to scramble the data, but it's sloppily done, and most is still somewhat legible. It's written in internal language, or thoughts, so it is hard for me to translate so you would understand.”

But the most prominent examples of qualia and it’s importance in this world are the Memory Crypts and possibly ancient naming conventions. The deep purple pearl (shortened) found in Shaded Citadel states,

“In this vessel is the living memories of Seventeen Axes, Fifteen Spoked Wheel, of the House of Braids (…) Seventeen Axes, Fifteen Spoked Wheel nobly decided to ascend in the beginning of 1514.008, after graciously donating all (ALL!) earthly possessions to the local Iterator project (Unparalleled Innocence), and left these memories to be cherished by the carnal plane. The assorted memories and qualia include:”

Ancients likely mutated their own neural tissue into the cabinet beasts we see in Shaded, which were used to store their memories and qualia before ascension. Even james said once "how 5 pebs got the rot is a good hint here" in response to someone asking how cabinet beasts work, and how they're made.

Adding on to this, ancient (and iterator) naming conventions seem to be built off of the concept of qualia, with them focusing on individual images or experiences.

Nineteen Spades, Endless Reflections

Droplets upon Five Large Droplets

Two Sprouts, Twelve Brackets

Looks to the Moon

Generally, this all points to a world focused on the expression and preservation of the individual experience. You could even consider some of the echo dialogue as more evidence for this running motif, but I already have too many quotes lol.

Ascension

So now time to talk about my interpretation of ascension. In short, you turn into a worm, but I should probably explain more than that.

So its been surfacing on rw-tumblr that the light in the end of the game is called the egg in files. Although file names shouldn't be taken as fact or canon, it is pretty obvious given the birth imagery.

But something a little lesser known is what happens to the worm that takes us down to the void-sea depths. Void worms normally have a bright glowing effect, on their body, which is present for ours as well. But after it unhooks us, it swims down, and when it passes us on it's way back that glowing effect is gone.

To be honest, I don't really think this can be interpreted in many ways, but the most obvious one and the one I personally subscribe to is that the worm laid the egg. Biology and spirituality really aren't that different in Rain World, it's implied that karma is stored in the brain through Five Pebbles's slideshow. Adding on to that, we see voidspawn after eating an iterator neuron. One's spiritual state is innately tied to their mental state, and that dictates what and what they can't perceive.

And for that reason I decide to take a more biology leaning approach to what happens in the ending. At face value, we are fertilizing the egg of a void worm to be reborn into a voidspawn.

Not only do void spawn and void worms have multiple characteristics in common, (worm like bodies, tendrils/tentacles, glowing heads, void spawn look microbial and void worms are likely some of the oldest "life" in game)

but voidspawn are seen inside egg-like coverings and share the same egg light seen in the end of the game, confirmed to be the same thing by Videocult in a livestream they did.

I believe that all this points to ascension being re-birth into a voidspawn, which eventually undergoes metamorphose into a worm. Higher-dimensional beings, who manifest and give birth to a new world.

So how does this tie in with qualia? Another thing you might know is that the area in which void spawn are most plentiful is Shaded Citadel and areas in Shoreline near Shaded. And shaded is absolutely packed with Cabinet Beasts, even outside Memory Crypts. I believe these qualia-storing creatures are what manifest voidspawn.

From what we see in ascension, it still looks physical and largely based around the real world. Hunter still has his scars and see's an iterator, survivor sees the slug tree in a more mystical and formless state, and monk sees survivor frankly just looking like a normal slugcat. I think that ascension is a product of qualia. We transcend our earthly knowledge via the egg, and our own qualia is used to give birth to a new world. This is why voidspawn appear most in Shaded Citadel.

Now I won't be getting into Void-Worm theories too much here, I'm mostly focused on ascension but I can't ignore the Gnosticism parallels. For those who don't know, Void Worms heavily resemble the Yaldaboath from Gnosticism, along with sharing some similar celestial motifs.

and running with that some people theorize that, like the Yaldabaoth, void worms are responsible for manifesting the material world. Ascension seems to be a mix of the concepts of Gnosis and Nirvana, but I believe it might lean more on Gnosis.

From my limited knowledge, Gnosis is a few things, some of which being a state achieved from experiences or intuitions, and an essential part to salvation is personal knowledge. While researching a bit, I came across this text by Peter Wilberg called "From NEW AGE to NEW GNOSIS" which brings up some comparisons between Gnosticism and qualia as well.

"Gnosis is subjective knowledge of an inner universe made up not of matter, energy, space or time but of countless qualitative spheres or ‘planes’ of awareness – a knowledge obtained directly through inter- subjective resonance. It is the subjective science of this inner universe."

One thing though that has been brought up when discussing this is how this can be consolidated with the tone of the ending. It is pretty un-ambiguously happy, but if we're going with the Void worm Yaldaboath theory then that would put a bit of a sour twist on it right?

I agreed with these for some time, but now I actually think it ties in perfectly with Rain World's core themes as stated by the devs, "overcoming differences and finding empathy." I don't think the void worms are "evil" or malevolent, but I think they (and subsequently us after ascending) play a key role in demonstrating this theme.

By manifesting the physical world, we allow these souls to experience life and develop their own qualia so one day they can ascend themselves. We are shown compassion, and pass it forward.

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owliellder · 8 months

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The Finer Details

Post DI! Leon Kennedy x f! Painter Reader

MDNI 18+

(Session 1, Session 2, Session 3, Session 4, Session 5, The Reveal)

Description: Leon realizes that retirement is in his best interest now that he's getting older. All of his accomplishments as an agent mean he's truly earned a painting to commemorate..

Warnings: Not Proofread, Age gap! (reader is anywhere between mid-late 20's and Leon is 40), Porn w/ Plot, Use of she/her pronouns, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Alcoholism, mentions of trauma/PTSD/depression, P in V smut (wrap it NEOW), Leon cries during sex 💔

Tags: Older Leon Kennedy, Younger afab!Reader, Leon is SAD but he is your muse, Crying, mentions of Leon masturbating, starts off with Dom! Leon and Sub! Reader, falls into switch territory because that man needs some serious TLC, Praise kink, Hickeys, Handjob, Nipple play, Oral sex (m! and f! receiving), and a heavy dose of Aftercare

Author Note: I wanna say there's some pretty descriptive talk about depression in this chapter, just as a heads up. Anyways, it's my weekend and I'm going to be absolutely zooted every single day so the next chapter will most likely be out Monday morning PST lol.

Cross-posted on AO3

Session 3: Blocking In Color

It was nearly three weeks until you saw Leon again.

You tried to call him a couple days after he'd left that day, a few more times over the following week, but to no avail. The man was unreachable.

Even though you did your best to convince yourself that you just wanted to get his painting started, "It was an important one", you knew that you were really just worried about him.

You've seen this kind of dismay with the other retired agents that've had a portrait painted in the past, but they at least recognized what they'd been through.

Leon hasn't. You could just tell.

Looking over the sketches you made of his face, you couldn't help but wonder what exactly he'd been thinking about the last time he was here. He seemed so bothered, acting like he was hiding it so well, too.

Then again, you did drop a rather large bombshell on the guy while he was in a pretty vulnerable state, but you thought he knew what the portrait he was going to receive was suppose to mean. Again, most of the retired agents you'd seen were similar to Leon in that regard and even they at least had a basic grasp on the finality of it all. So why didn't he?

You nursed your bottom lip, still staring at the sketches laying in front of you while you sat at one of your desks in the corner. You normally don't come to your workspace unless you're actively painting, yet you'd shown up everyday in hopes Leon would randomly pop in. He seemed like the kind of guy to just kind of show up, anyways...

If you had just gotten a picture that day you've could've at least started working out the positioning for his portrait. Unfortunately, he wasn't in any position mentally to put up with anymore of your shenanigans at the time, it seemed.

You really did try your best to get ahold of Leon, eventually giving up a few days ago. You'd already emailed the President, who had been the one to personally commission you unlike with previous ex-agents, letting him know that it's going to be longer than expected. Thankfully he was understanding, knowing rather well how much the whole retirement thing was weighing on Leon.

You'll come back tomorrow and try again. Even the next day, and the day after that if you have to, and so on and so forth.

Guilty. That's all Leon felt right now.

He's been shelled up in his house since the moment he got home after leaving your building, withering away by the minute.

He hadn't showered, barely eaten, only ever really pulling himself from what little comfort his room offered to grab whatever bottle he touched first in the cabinet. Leon didn't care, just as long as it was something.

Chris had been over a couple times after he stopped responding to his messages, doing his best to get him out of the house. Claire had been over a few times more than her brother had, bringing groceries once she'd heard about the sad state Leon was keeping himself in.

It broke both their hearts, but they could only do so much for him. Leon was stubborn, head strong, he wasn't the kind to sway to many forces. He had somehow gaslit himself into thinking he was doing well. "Just peachy", even.

Clearly that wasn't the case, both Chris and Claire could see that. They'd have to be blind not to.

Having been in contact with Leon's government-assigned therapist, Chris tried to set up an at-home meeting for him one day. That turned out to be a disaster seeing as Leon was bordering on blackout drunk and could barely keep his eyes open. Not to mention the vomiting.

Claire even tried to bathe Leon. She only got far enough to wash his hair in his kitchen sink, using his vomit-covered mouth as an excuse to keep him over the sink long enough to shampoo his greasy, stringy hair.

All of it was weighing on him too much. He felt so guilty for making his friends feel like they had to babysit him, ignoring everyone's calls and messages, your calls and messages. That kind of thought process quickly spiraled into him reliving the worst days of his life, having to through suffer so many flashbacks and nightmares, not sleeping because of it. He rarely ever felt safe enough to get under the covers on his bed.

None of this is what he wanted. If it were up to him, he'd start all over; be twenty-one again, work as a cop, maybe get promoted a few times, find a girlfriend, start a family, have a normal life. Why couldn't he have that?

Staying awake night after night, Leon would stare at the ceiling in his bedroom and fantasize about the wonderful life he could've had, the happy memories he could've made. It would make him weep, longing for something that never could've been.

Instead, Leon was stuck with endless images of horror, death, and gore every time he blinked, and oh was he bitter about it all. So bitter, so angry, so...

Feeling sorry for himself was all he could do now. Sure, he killed all those monsters and zombies, saved all those people, not once did he think about himself through the years. Now he had all the time in the world to question and wonder, and having to think about himself and what he wanted most made him feel like a needy, greedy bastard.

But wasn't he allowed to be greedy, if only just a little? He had wants, needs, and though he wanted so desperately to change his past, he knew he couldn't. So, what did he want now? That, he didn't know.

Guilty for feeling this way, guilty for wanting different, guilty for wanting anything good for himself.

It took the better part of those two weeks for Leon to finally muster up some form of energy to stumble into his bathroom and shower one afternoon, dizzy and nauseous. The light emanating from the rest of his house was blinding, not having even bothered to close the shades he had on any of his windows. His room was kept a cave and that's where he stayed.

Leon now found himself sitting down in the shower just like before he'd decided to retire, only this time it was mostly to keep from slipping and dying. The last thing he needed anyone to see was him naked and dead in the shower. Embarrassing.

His thoughts at the moment were shallow, still pretty drunk from his bender, head lulling back and forth a bit as his vision spun. He was finally hungry again, the heat from the shower making that all the more obvious as he grew lightheaded, but he didn't know what he wanted.

After managing to actually crawl his way out of the shower, he dug through the pile of dirty laundry at the end of his bed, finding a pair of boxers that didn't smell too terrible to put on.

Leon used the wall heavily for support to walk out into his kitchen, muttering curses under his breath at just how bright it was. Opening his freezer, he stared at the meal prep containers left by Claire, grabbing one to attempt and read what she'd wrote on the sticky note attached to the lid.

That's right... She made him little meals, even putting them in the freezer so they didn't go bad as fast. All he had to do was put it in the microwave.

Simple enough, he could do that.

The one he chose was meatloaf and mashed potatoes. Just the sound of it had his stomach rumbling and his mind craving the comforting taste of a home cooked meal.

The first few bites in made Leon feel nauseous again, but once those bites hit his stomach the feeling immediately gave way to just how hungry he actually was.

He tried to pace himself, he really did try, yet he managed to devour the food in front of him in a matter of minutes, only pausing every few seconds to breathe. It felt so good, something warm in his stomach. Filling in all the right ways. Once he finished, he pushed the empty container away and just laid his head down sideways on the cool countertop, closing his eyes as he let the food settle.

As much as he wanted to degrade himself for acting this way, reducing himself to such a weird and pathetic state, Leon didn't have the mind to. All he knew right now was that the warmth that the meal Claire made him. Not to sound cliche, but he genuinely believed he could taste the love cooked into it.

For the first time in what was now two and a half weeks, Leon was awake and alert when Chris and Claire came over again. He'd eaten everything Claire made, holding all the now cleaned containers out to her. It was a silent plea for more, and lucky for Leon, she had just made another grocery trip for him.

Unbeknownst to him, Claire had been cooking here at his house. This entire time he thought she'd been bringing the meals over, assumed to be leftovers from cooking for her family. She did confess to hoping the smell of the food cooking would pull him from his room. It didn't, much to her dismay, but now she was just glad he was up and eating again.

As soon as Leon tried to apologize for dragging her away from her family, she was quick to shut him down with that mom stare she'd developed after having her kids. It worked, especially on him.

Chris was busy chatting up Leon while Claire cooked him another set of meals for the next week. It was hard to converse, but Leon did manage to nod and him as the other man talked about some random encounter he had the other day while out driving.

It was strange to feel so lively again. Those thoughts still clung to the back of his mind, though all he could focus on were his friends taking care of him like one of their own. Leon feels like he's been a terrible friend lately, seems as though the siblings standing in his kitchen didn't feel the same. He wasn't showing it, but Leon was definitely holding back a smile.

A couple hours had past, Chris opting to stay with Leon and eat lunch since Claire had to head back and help her husband with something.

The hug Claire gave Leon was phenomenal. After the hug he shared with you he's been craving that physical contact more than ever, so finally getting another good squeeze from a friend was boosting his mood.

Chris and him sat, ate, and talked about whatever came to mind, eventually asking about you.

"How's the painting coming along? Do you like the painter?" He smiled, looking at Leon with wide, curious eyes. That man always had a smile gracing his features.

Leon shrugged, taking a sip from the water he poured himself not too long ago. He was pretty dehydrated after solely drinking alcohol for the past couple weeks. "She's alright. Haven't started the painting yet."

Chris raised an eyebrow, placing his arms on the counter and crossed them as he leaned forward slightly. "Just 'alright'?" he emphasized the word "alright" with air quotes, which caused Leon to scoff.

"What else do you want me to say? I've seen her twice so far and its been fine." Leon lifted his hands up in confusion, palms facing the ceiling as he watched the man sitting next to him rolled his eyes dramatically. "C'mon, she was amazing for Claire and I- Okay, how about this..."

Chris repositioned himself so his entire upper body was facing him now, leaning in a little closer to ask another question. "Do you like the room she works in? Cause I thought it was pretty comfy. When she was focusing on Claire's part of the portrait, I took a nap over on that rug she had. All those pillows mixed with the classical music knocked me the fuck out."

He laughed, shaking his head at memory before looking over at Leon again. "So...? And don't lie to me, I saw that pillow on your couch."

Leon sucked on his teeth and hummed, glancing over his shoulder at his couch. "It's cozy, yeah." He brought his head back forward, patting his hands gently against the counter.

The two chatted for awhile longer before Chris eventually had to leave, giving Leon a firm pat on the shoulder while shaking him a bit. After he left, Leon was left to sit alone and think again, only difference now is he felt better. He was crazy tired, his social battery quickly drained from having his friends around, but he felt good nonetheless.

He wasn't ready at the time, yet after a sober night with solid sleep, Leon woke up the next morning and decided to just text you, hoping you weren't mad at him. Calling would've been too much at that moment, not even have listened to the voicemails you left, or anyone's, for that matter.

His chest felt tight after sending the text, but it was quickly eased about ten minutes later when you responded with nothing but enthusiasm. The smiley face you added at the end of your message made him smile, quickly wiping it away with his hand.

Your next session was arranged two days ahead of time in the late afternoon. Leon wanted to give himself enough time to recollect since he needed to look his best the following weeks. You told him it was time to start with the main painting, which you still needed a picture for.

During that time he finally shaved his stubble, went out and got his hair trimmed, tackled all the laundry he'd neglected, and got his best suit dry cleaned. All thoughts aside, he felt good and wanted to stay this way.

Needless to say, Leon was jittery when he pulled up to your workplace again. He was finally letting himself feel excited again about this painting. If it's anything close to what Chris and Claire's portrait is, then that excitement will only continue to grow the further along you get.

You were already there waiting for him at the door, a gentle smile on your face. That wonderful soft perfume that he missed reaching his nose once more as you lead him up the stairs and through the other door. Chris was right, if he had the opportunity, he'd take a nap on your rug. It looked mighty comfy.

Leon was thankful you didn't ask any questions on his whereabouts, he wasn't ready to talk. You were just as excited as he was about getting the painting started, if not more. Watching you eagerly move back and forth between the larger easel and your desks was a refreshing sight to the man.

You stood at your easel for a couple minutes, just silently looking from the blank canvas to where he was sat. You told him to get into a comfortable position, prompting him rest his right leg on his left knee, leaning back and to the side so he was sitting at a slight angle, arms resting on the chair's armrests.

You stared at him for a few seconds, tilting your head side to side with your eyes squinted. "Let me just-" you spoke in a hushed voice, walking over to Leon before cautiously reaching out to rest one hand on the underside on his chin while the other hovered over the side of his face.

You weren't an idiot, you knew what his absence was from. So you made sure to be careful with him, knowing he was probably still pretty fragile. Only gentle and cautious touches for Mr. Kennedy.

So close yet so far. His skin tingled in your hands wake, and god he hoped you couldn't notice his blush.

You could, but you wouldn't say anything. Besides, you weren't faring well yourself, hands a little shaky as you touched his face.

Leon just let you move his head to whatever position you wanted, his eyes now half-lidded as you had walked back a couple times to get just the right angle. You pulled away for a final time with a small "aha!" and he wished you would hold his head for just a little longer.

The floor where your easel sat was marked with an 'X' made with painter's tape, making it easy for you to stay in the right spot for the photo once you pushed the easel out of the way.

"Don't move." You held your hands up after analyzing his position, quickly hurrying over the corner opposite of your desks to grab a bulky camera that sat atop a tall tripod. You worked as fast as you could, knowing as long as you had a picture with him in this position then this whole process would go so much smoother.

You didn't even have to ask Leon to smile or look up at the camera since he was sitting there with a rather dopey smile, his eyes remaining trained right on yours. Nice and natural. He looked relaxed which is exactly what you wanted.

Just as a precaution, you took multiple pictures, giving him a thumbs up once you figured you'd gotten enough. His head back to rest on the chair at the okay, listening to the sound of you walk over to your laptop after untwisting the camera from the tripod. You printed out 3 copies of the photograph and taped one to a stand you had brought over to sit next to the easel, making sure it sat eye level to you.

The ball was finally rolling, now having what you needed to start with the main sketch. When Leon lifted his head up, he noticed that you were ready, sucking in a sharp breath through his nose while he shifted a little to get back in just the right position.

You twirled your pencil between your fingers before beginning to roughly sketch out the chair, eyebrows furrowing as you focused. Leon could see your expression, how intensely you zoned into your work. It was incredibly admirable and he found himself fully content in just watching you do your thing.

It didn't take long before you had sketched out his general shapes, now walking over to take the sketches you made of his face out of your sketchbook to clip up right next to the reference photo. The more finer details would be added later, but you wanted to get just the basic shapes of his face.

That didn't take long either, because before Leon knew it, you were telling him it was okay to talk. He was pretty animated with his hands when he talked, so you kept him quiet until now.

"Am I easy to draw?" Leon spoke with an almost sultry tone after a few seconds of you telling him he could speak. It threw you off only a bit, carding your fingers through your hair as you took one step back to look at what you had so far.

"I wanna say yes and no." You responded, catching his questioning look from the corner of your eye. "You're easy to sketch out, yes, but your hair is giving me trouble." You could hear a low chuckle rumble from his chest as you stepped back forward. "Hey, you asked." You laughed back.

"I know, I know." He shook his head with a poorly hidden grin, tilting his head down to try and hide it a little better. You immediately pointed your pencil at him, not taking your eyes off the canvas. "I said you could talk, not move." Your sarcastic tone made him chuckle again, slowly lifting his head back up with a sigh.

"Yes, ma'am." You could just hear the smirk in his words, causing you to let out a sigh of your own.

By the time the sun had started to set, you had blocked out all the simple colors for the painting. Right now, it just looked like a very bland and abstract painting. It'll come together, slowly but surely. Trust the process, as people say.

Leon was in awe already, having stood up to look at your progress as you washed your hands over in the small bathroom. Oil paints smeared something fierce and as much as you loved your job, you did not want feel oily at home.

"It already looks stunning." You heard the man say from where he stood in front of the easel. It wasn't quite registering in his brain that it was him on that canvas just yet, but hopefully soon it would.

He wanted to recognize himself in something as wonderful as your art.

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pavardscherie · 1 year

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― what i deserve ;; pablo gavi & pedri gonzalez ;; part one

⤷ pairing: pablo gavi x f!reader ;; pedri gonzalez x f!reader ⤷ summary: your relationship with gavi ended after he cheated on you. time has passed, pedri always checked up on you with small messages until he invited you to one of the home games. somewhere between losing your heart to pedri; gavi still attempts to get you back. ⤷ warnings: curse words ;; injuries ;; mentions of blood ;; hand around throat ;; explicit sex scenes ;; asshole!gavi ;; cheating ;; violence in fights ;; spanking ;; dom & sub ;; dirty talk ;; teasing ;; very deep feelings & conversations ;; slight triangle thing but not most of the time ;; second chances kinda ;; friends to lovers ;; not proofread & probably horrible written kiss scenes lol ⤷ izzy's notes: first part here we go! it took me so long tbh, but like, i swear i got distracted by pedri (& reading other's imagines about pedri lol). tell me what you think if you want!

Seven Months passed. Multiple calls turned into none. Messages vanished from your lockscreen, and for the first time, when you stared down at your phone, it seemed more like a blessing than torture. The reminders of an unhealthy relationship rested in the back of your mind, stopping the painful memories of being cheated on to resurface.

It’s been almost a month since you found yourself, enjoying casual football games again. Raised by a very determined father, who cheered from the couch or in the middle of the fans for his favorite club, he passed his knowledge to you before he became the beautiful picture in the settling sun.

Avoiding Camp Nou to increase the distance between you and your former boyfriend, the stadium pulled you back one day. It all started with a call, you never expected to receive. On the other side of the line, waited a nervous Pedri with an invitation to one of his home games. After the awful break up with Gavi, the friendship between you and his best friend crumbled quickly.

At least, once in a while, you received a short text message, asking about your well-being but after answering, you never received another. The game of two messages in a month lasted until the surprising call reached you and suddenly, Pedri found himself in your inbox almost each day.

And somehow, even after declining his invitation multiple times in a row, you ended up in the secluded section of the stands, reserved for family members and people close to the players. It was new to you to be treated like a special addition in someone’s life as Gavi never offered you such a seat.

Your little flag draped over the bouncing legs, the anxiety had you trembling. An empty stomach caused your chest to tighten, as your eyes skimmed across the still empty pitch. It would be the first time of seeing Gavi again, after checking his latest social media posts once in a while. Snapchat let you in on the multiple parties he visited over the past months; in each picture another girl with high hopes of feeling his undivided love wrapped around his biceps. It was pathetic in many ways, especially that you still shed a tear while staring at the photo, and compared yourself to the different types of women.

Gavi never really had a particular type. He just enjoyed the thought of having too many gush about him.

Loud music boomed through the stadium, the announcer’s voice mixed with the beat as he welcomed the fans of both teams. After a quick speech about the upcoming match, the team was shown on the large four screen on each side of Camp Nou.

Fans shouted the last names of the players, some louder and some swallowed by the warm air of the early summer day until two faces appeared. Number Thirty, Gavi. His face appeared on the screen, the pillow-like lips without a curl and the arms crossed. He still looked like the guy, you met over a year ago.

Yet, the fans were equally excited when Pedri’s number was shown. Black hair carefully brushed down, the ends of his strands scattered across the forehead and the arms crossed like Gavi had before.

Eyes glued to the screen in front of you, you paid no attention to the players, running onto the pitch in their pre-match jackets and warming up for exhausting ninety minutes without additional time. Discomfort replaced the emptiness, and you suddenly wanted nothing more than to stand up, and run out of Camp Nou — away from the upcoming confrontation, and seeing Gavi question Pedri’s intentions.

Nervously, your trembling fingers brushed the loose strands of hair out of the face, attempting to forget about the little voice in the back of your head — shouting at you to run as fast as you could. You were close to the field, almost too close for your liking as it seemed so easy to notice your attendance.

Maybe it was a mistake to show up; even after Pedri’s words turned into a sweet begging. You should have declined his attempts, should have watched the match from home and switching channels quickly when Gavi appeared on the screen. Same routine as the past year.

“I thought you would dodge.” A familiar, gentle voice demanded your attention, the source standing right in front of the stands. Your head snapped around, almost quick enough to tear a muscle, as you were faced with Pedri. A ball tightly in one hand, his lips curled into a sweet smile. Black strands styled upwards on the front, dressed in the Barcelona kit and a pre-match jacket, his eyes glued on you.

“I accepted; how could I dodge then?” Your elbow propped up on your knee to stop the nervous bouncing of your leg, you placed your chin in your palm. “I’m not that mean.” Emphasizing the the second to last word, Pedri’s head dipped down, and chuckled mildly.

“I can’t judge that, it’s been a while.” The ball rolled out of his grip and bounced on the grass until being trapped underneath the studs of his football shoes. “I didn’t tell him, you’re here. He doesn’t really deserve to know about your presence.”

Pedri was Gavi’s best friend, they shared secrets with each other and even trained out of the club together. Through your relationship, you became close friends with Pedri as well. And you were thankful for it, as he forced Gavi into telling you how he messed up that one night. If it wasn’t for Pedri, you still would be trapped in a very toxic relationship with a man, who used your trust for nightly adventures.

“Thank you.” You mouthed, this time letting the small smile tugging on the corners of your mouth break through. “Score a goal for me, yeah?”

Pedri raised a bushy eyebrow, surprised by what you demanded from him after losing contact for way too long. Yet, nothing has changed, you were still irresistible in each possible way for him. Turning away from you to dribble towards the teammates, Pedri glanced over his shoulder for a second time and raised his hand to show you a simple thumbs up. Enough of an answer for the question, as the midfielder found his way to his partner in crime on and off the pitch.

The game was in the hands of Barcelona, holding the ball in their possession the longest, and playing in the half of the enemy team. Close to scoring the lead goal, they stood in the twenty-ninth minute when a particular, harsh foul coaxed a gasp out of your mouth. A frustrated defensive player from Villareal decided to slide-tackle Pedri, the studs on his shoes hitting the ankle of the midfielder with full force instead of the rolling ball.

With a loud scream, filled with pain, Pedri fell to the ground, clutching his ankle between both hands. Pain twisted in his expression, and you jumped up from the seat, throwing your hands in the air. Camp Nou was filled with Barcelona supporters who booed and shouted insults through the stands.

Pedri was the last friend you had left, the last person that actually attempted to ask about your well-being even if he never answered another message until writing again. Seeing him, crumbled, laying on the ground, triggered the bubbled-up anger inside of you.

"Idiots!" You suddenly shouted; the insult rolled off your tongue quicker than you were able to process in your head. The medical team hurried across the field, pushing the Barcelona players out of the way to take a closer look at the ankle. While your eyes glistened with worry, they drifted from the ground to another person, ruffling the hands nervously through the hair and staring down at his best friend. Gavi.

Delicate palms pressed against the cold, silver bars which were used as a railing, you stared at the horrific incident, and how the medical's started to help Pedri off the field. But the midfielder's mind changed with the first steps, shaking his head and hands to explain that he belonged on the pitch; and wanted to stay. The referee behind them, blew his whistle, pointing his fingers annoyed at the watch around his wrist. Waving him off, Pedri hobbled off the field and the game continued quickly. At least three minutes have passed, if not longer, and it would be added at the end of the first half.

Still leaning across the railing, you tried to steal a glance at the coaching bench to see if Pedri was truly doing better, or playing the tough guy while his ankle swelled in a deep navy blue and wine purple. The medical team focused completely on the midfielder, inspecting how harsh the contact was and how strong the pain was. Losing Pedri in the midfield position would be a devastating start into the game.

The match continued, with Barcelona forced to play with one man less; and the opponents immediately tried to use the fact to their advantage. You couldn’t find a second to glance away from the painful twist on Pedri’s face. Eyes squeezed close, the bottom lip assaulted by his teeth as the medic’s pressed their fingers deeply against different spot around his ankle.

Minutes passed, and Xavi decided a substitute for the struggling Pedri was needed on the pitch. Displeased by the quick exchange, he rolled his eyes but swallowed the unattractive curse words which wanted to escape his mouth. Cheerful sounds rang in your ears, the fans around you jumping to their feet with the arms stretched into the warm spring air. Lewandowski once again scored a goal for Barcelona; with an assist from none other than number thirty. Gavi, who ran over to the much taller man, jumping straight on his back for a piggyback ride.

Pedri clapped his hands from the sideline, still seated in the grass while a bandage was wrapped around the swollen ankle; a thick pack of ice hidden between the layers. While the team hugged, and congratulated Robert for another perfect lead goal, Gavi jogged along the sideline towards his best friend for their very own celebration. Head tilted to the side, acknowledging the different aged females that screamed his name in a high-pitched, loud voice, with a wave and a smile.

But the curve of his mouth dropped, when his gaze drifted through the front row of the stands, bathing in the applause; and suddenly, drawn in by your presence.

A black, woolen jacket over the shoulders, the sleeves in your delicate palms. Underneath the thin material of a cardigan was a tight-cropped shirt, showing a small line of exposed skin until the charcoal-colored cargo pants perfected the chosen outfit. Hair, partly in a messy bun, the loose strands falling freely over your shoulders.

An appearance that reminded him of the first nights, you spent together. You were never a person for the tight dresses, or the overusing of makeup, and the confessions immediately drew Gavi in. But this time, your worried gaze wasn’t focused on him, you were staring at the injured man next to the coach’s bench. Concern twisted your features, eyebrows pulled down in a frown when Pedri winced as the ice bag was pressed tighter against the purple marks.

You visited Camp Nou for Pedri; for Gavi’s best friend. Unfortunately, the thought of seeing his mate touch you, kiss you, or even more, bothered him. A sudden wave of jealousy overcame Pablo, turning away from the sidelines as the referee blew the whistle for the third time, and already rummaged through the little pocket on the front of his polo shirt.

Trembling fingers brushed through the damp, chestnut strands as Gavi received the first booking of the night. And all he had left as an answer, was a subtle shrug of his shoulders instead of throwing a fit. He did not understand the sudden, unknown pinches in his heavy-breathing chest, or the reason behind the drifting gaze of his eyes to see if you were still in the stands and not already by Pedri's side.

A trail of thoughts, seeing you with his best friend entangled, bothered his mind and increased the difficulty of focusing solely on the last minutes of the first half. In seconds, he remembered the scent you carried around like a shield of protection, a fruity mixture of raspberries and vanilla. It was never a perfume like he assumed in the beginning, it was just a tube of shower gel. Those memories never bothered his concentration before, all it needed to remind him, was a glance at your face.

The referee blew the whistle once more, ending the first half of the match with a leading goal for Barcelona. And it did not take you longer than a minute to find a way out of the stands and to the catacombs. Your face was a familiar one, the security guards were still the same from the time you were by Gavi's side. An advantage for you, as they casually nodded their heads and let you through to the entrance of the tunnels. Brushing the thin strands out of the face while jogging down the corridor, the hem of your sleeves tightly between the delicate palm and soft fingertips.

Anxiety burst through your body in irregular waves when you reached the entrance to the pitch. Greeted by multiple familiar faces, your unfocused gaze drifted through the crowd, trying to find the injured midfielder. "How ironic." The rough voice twisted your stomach, the all-too-familiar melody, you once loved to listen to for more than six months. Stopping in your tracks, like the soles of your shoes were rooted to the tiled floor, you swallowed the breath you held without notice. Before you had a chance to find Pedri, and assure yourself that the concern was deeply unnecessary, Gavi found your worked-up self. „Can‘t stay away from me, huh?“

Arrogance infiltrated Pablo‘s voice, showing off the admiration he received over the past months as a shield and a new part of his personality. Confidence always lingered in his body, but the way he spoke, wasn’t similar to what you remembered. Teeth gritted, the anger bubbled in the pit of your stomachs. Anger twisted your insides, tainted your gentle heart and attempted to push you into a blinded rage. Accusing him of what he has done, how easily he played with your heart and tossed you away, but the worse part was the way, he tore your soul apart with his lies and words. Delicate fingers clenched into tight fists, the manicured nail dug into the sensitive skin of your palms.

Little needles pierced your heart, and the pain tightened your chest. You wanted to scream at him, make a fool out of yourself in the middle of the faces, you became all too familiar with. Turning around to face the arrogant curve of his mouth, Gavi stood against the wall. Studs against the stones, arms crossed over the Barcelona Jersey with the number thirty and his name. Chestnut strands in a devilish mess, thick hairs stuck to his sweaty forehead but the curl of his lips, the smugness written in the corners was the only part of him, you were able to focus on. It did not matter how attractive he was in any situation, the actions he did turned him into an ugly person for you. "Hermanito, she's not here for you. I invited her to the game." Pedri's gentle voice echoed through the corridor, capturing the attention of the two ex-lovers. Gavi rolled his eyes, tilting the head to the side while yours snapped in the direction of the entrance to the pitch at the first tone.

One arm draped over the shoulders of a medic, Pedri was carried inside on one foot. Your heart hammered against your ribcage, he was still in pain, but he did not intend to show an ounce of it. Pedri's gaze drifted away from the glimpse of annoyance in Gavi's expression, and to your face. Gentle features twisted by emotions, anger, and confusion, but also concern overshadowed the pureness.

„Are you okay?“ Carefully, you took a step towards the injured player, who assured the medic‘s that he was fine enough to walk further on his own. „That looked harsh, is it broken? I hope not.“ You rambled on between questions and expressing your concern as the distance closed between the two of you, and Pedri stepped into your little personal bubble.

Gavi‘s existence was not acknowledged by you anymore, the groan that slipped past his lips swallowed by the thick air in the catacombs. "No, it's swollen but it's nothing too serious. I'm benched for the rest of the game though."

"At least, it's nothing too bad! I almost jumped off the stands after hearing your scream." The words she attempted to hold inside, spilled out of her mouth, and admitted the intense moments of concern she went through. "Don't worry, again." Pedri chuckled, waving the worry away with his hand. "But it's flattering to know that you declined my invitation way too many times, just to sit in the stands weeks later and jump out of your seat because I got tackled.” While Pedri did not leave a second to spare to share a flirtatious comment with you, Gavi swallowed the heavy mixture of breath and oxygen. A lump in the throat, the need to leave the hallways indescribable but his hooded eyes were glued to the scene. Curiosity forced him to stay in his place, curiosity about how far the encounter would evolve.

„Well..“ You trailed off, swaying from your weight from the left to the right while deciding what words to say. „You’re my friend.“ A gentle smile plastered over your face as the answer slipped out so easily. But what you didn’t see, was the little flinch in Pedri‘s proud posture, the way he almost considered taking a step back and leaving your personal bubble again after hearing the word friend. For him, you were always irresistible, he never understood how his best friend chose hundreds of others when the perfect example of a caring girlfriend was right in front of him.

But the scene, the awkwardness that unfolded between the two of you caused a loud laugh to slip out of Gavi‘s mouth. Suddenly, he was relieved that he stayed to witness how you called him a friend with such ease. “All that work for being pushed into the friend zone again.“ He clapped his hands together, pushing himself off the wall to walk towards the changing rooms. „Maybe, she‘s still too much into me, hermanito.“ Pablo disappeared, including himself in the round of multiple conversations between his teammates. Thoughts vanished when you confessed Pedri was just another friend; leaving you alone with him in the corridor suddenly did not bother Gavi anymore. Satisfied by your words, satisfied to see that you just could not move on from what he gave you, plastered a wide smirk across his face. At least Pablo told himself that you weren’t able to leave him in the past to smooth his growing ego. Glimpses of confidence and pride written over the curl of his mouth.

"Maybe, you can watch the second half from the stands with me?" You fiddled with the ties on your cargo pants, avoiding as much eye contact as possible. Gavi's words triggered another wave of pure anger, and it was difficult to decide if calling Pedri a friend was the wrong or a good choice. "Just you know, if your coach allows it." Shrugging the shoulders, asking such a question felt oddly weird. And waiting for an answer gave rise to your nervousness.

"I have to change first, then there shouldn't be a reason not to be able to." Asking for his company in the stands, with the almost invisible watermelon-pink tint across the span of your cheeks, allowed another spark of hope to ignite in Pedri's stomach.

Taking a liking to his best mate's ex-girlfriend wasn't the greatest move, but Pablo knew the best, that Pedri fancied you for much longer than he actually said. With a quick nod, the injured midfielder stumbled into the changing room and immediately received a warm welcome, and questions about his foot from his teammates. Except for his best friend, Gavi stayed in the corner of the room, drowning a bottle of water while his intense glare never left Pedri's smiling face. And the number thirty of the Barcelona Football Club was the first to leave the locker room again, leaving behind a confused Balde, and stumbling straight into your gaze again.

Somehow, his features moved on their own. Furrowed brows relaxed, and the corners of his mouth lifted, much to your dismay. “You could have done anything.” Gavi pointed a single finger at you, closing the distance with slow steps. The woolen cardigan suddenly felt too warm, too tight wrapped around your numb limbs at the sight. For months, you avoided social media, the news and even football as a whole to not come in contact with regret. Remorse for not answering his incoming text messages about spending time together again, the multiple question marks that filled your inbox and even worse, the filthy words he sent without hesitation, which your body accepted and reacted to way too quickly. “And yet, you chose my best friend as a reasonable excuse to watch me again.”

Shaking your head to answer his words without having to use your trembling voice, defending the leftovers of your pride, you failed ultimately when Gavi caged you between his sweaty body and the cold brick wall. Calloused palm placed beside your head, he used his free one to let his warm fingertips dance over the span of your cheeks. “Still so beautiful, even after I ruined you so many times.” The whispers triggered the memories, the moments you locked away in your mind — yet, not deeply enough for Gavi to easily access them.

Nights, you spent at his newly bought house. Wrapped tightly in the comfort of the black blanket, his naked chest pressed against your bare, arched back. Rough fingertips dug into the sensitive skin around your throat, pressing your windpipe barely together. It was never meant to hurt you, the ecstasy was his greatest reason. His hips snapped against your ass, diving deeper into the warmth of your walls. Moans filled the in darkness drowned bedroom, the dim light of the moon illuminating the side of your face. Lids fluttered close, just like those nights when Gavi was in the mood to ruin you.

But he chuckled, nonchalantly and pulled your mind out of the daydream that played like a movie in front of your closed eyes. Forcing the lids open, your pupils dilated in slight shock. Months of preparation weren’t enough to decline Gavi any access to your mind. But what was worse was the rapid pace of your heartbeat or the painful hammering against your rib cage that he was able to feel. The hand on your cheek started to travel south, fingertips caressed along your jaw, over the side of your throat, and towards your chest. Palm softly pressed against the material of your shirt, fitting perfectly between your breasts, his lips curled upwards in satisfaction when your heart boomed against his sprawled-out hand. „Still the same reaction and yet, you think Pedri could offer you what I‘ve given you.“ Head tilted to your height, just a couple of centimeters smaller than him, his warm breath fanned over your glossy lips

"Tell me that you're still mine, carino." Gavi muttered into the thin air that was caught between your mouth and his. Shaking your head with the last bit of willpower, and the unsettling feeling of shame in the pit of your stomach as he played his little mind games with you, your lips brushed over his repeatedly but never closed the gap. „You ruined me one too many times, darling.“ You hissed, wiggling yourself out of his trap and stepping to the side as the door to the locker room opened, and multiple players walked outside. It was the last piece of self-confidence that slipped out of your mouth and defended your honor. Mistakes were made, repeated way too often and kept as long-term secrets throughout the relationships. Gavi's disrespect to you as a woman was enough to turn him into an unattractive person. Yet, you questioned yourself if the sentence you spoke, wasn't too harsh.

Suddenly, your shoes became an interesting view to avoid Gavi's lingering gaze and the quick glances of the passing players. But Pedri's appearance went by unnoticed, his white sneakers the first thing you see. Taking in his body, the left hem of his cargo pants settled underneath his knee to decrease the pressure on the swollen ankle, the charcoal color an extravagant sight on his tanned skin. Paired with a hoodie, he adjusted the pieces of clothing to the warm weather, the sleeves pushed up to his elbows. A small black bag underneath his arm, keeping the most important essentials like his phone, and money inside of it. "You look a little flushed." Pedri used one of his hands to show with his long fingers the strawberry red tint across your cheeks, on his own face. Unfortunately, his words did not help to calm down your irregular breathing, or the intense pounding in your chest.

Any second longer at Camp Nou spread the discomfort in your body, shifting the weight from your left foot to the right to overshadow how much you trembled from the minutes with Gavi alone. Telling Pedri about his best friends' assault on his former lover would be absurd, after all, he was just a piece between Pablo and you. A friend for the two of you, but quietly cheering for your side. Clothes, way too tightly wrapped around your heavy limbs. Pedri's gentle face, radiating too much for your comfort.

"I think, I might just skip." You muttered, tilting the head to the side to avoid witnessing how the disappointment and the surprise twisted Pedri's features. Guilt bubbled in the pit of your stomach, inviting the midfielder first and then immediately taking back your words, and wanting to leave the stadium. Just in the span of five minutes, the glimpse of hope in Pedri's body vanished. Your sudden confession was a surprise to him, already attempting to find the mistakes he made that caused any discomfort to your figure. But the search never found a reasonable result. "Oh, I can sit at the coach's bench if you don't want to watch the game with me, it's fine." Pedri suggested immediately, trying to take the blame for the ways she felt without knowing what kind of emotions mixed in the pit of her stomach. "What?" You reacted quickly, the question tumbling out of your mouth as your eyebrows rose in confusion. Just for a simple second, you were clueless why he offered such a proposition but it hit you quickly.

"You said, you want to skip." Pedri's calloused palm placed over his neck, the fingertips scratching over the small hair and tanned skin. "I guess, you meant watching the game with me."

"Oh my gosh." You facepalmed yourself, letting your soft hand caress over you face. Strawberry red tint spread further across your cheeks and the bridge of your nose, showcasing a sign of shame. "I didn't mean watching the game together, it was more about the entire second half. I think I will skip the rest of the game, I don't really feel prepared enough to watch Pablo longer than needed after his rude interruption." Palm pressed to your flushed cheek, your tried to hide the hues of bright crimson red tainting your smooth skin.

“Oh.” Pedri chuckled, a very calm and light-hearted sound as the relief washed over him. “Understood. He can be a real pain in the ass.” Since Gavi transferred to Barcelona Football Club underaged, and him and Pedri became best mates. Driving as the passenger of the midfielder’s forest green mini became a ritual, the fans always knowing if they saw Pedri’s car, Gavi wouldn’t be way too far. “I really hope you don’t mind. Maybe next time, the circumstances are better.” You almost apologized for looking after yourself once again, offering Pedri a gentle smile as you turned around to leave the cursed corridors of Camp Nou.

“I can drive you home.” Pedri was quick with his suggestion, taking a step forward to wrap his long fingers around your wrist and stop the distance from growing. The little contact; just the way his warm fingertips carefully pressed against your pulsating veins, caused another blush to creep its way across the span of your cheeks and increase the heat that already put your body on flames.

Like the watermelon pink attempted to tell you that the ignited fire wasn't a usual feeling. Admiration resurfaced, the slight crush you had on the midfielder before Gavi asked you out prominent in the way your face twisted. Letting the sensation linger, the warmth spread over your skin, you tried to tug your arm away from his embrace. Instead of another attempt to convince you of his offer, Pedri's finger loosened, your limb slipping out of his grip and out of reach, without taking a step forward. "Only if you feel comfortable enough to share a car with me." Pedro added to his suggestion, witnessing how your body language changed. Muscles tensed with his touch, your voice barely audible as your heavy breaths overshadowed the words. And for merely a moment, Pedri questioned the way he almost tried to persuade you into spending time with him — even if it was just a lame car ride.

Delicate and soft palms wiped over your face, probably ruining the layers of make up you covered your blemished skin with. Choosing Pedri’s company could be a chance to feel a moment of mild comfort again. After all, he cared enough for your well-being to ask many, many times. Even when you decided not to answer the first text messages because you thought Gavi would be the reason behind the sudden interest. But it wasn’t, it has never been. “Sure, it’s better than being alone right now.” You accepted with hesitation as your mind traveled through the worst-case scenarios. While you walked through the corridors towards the parking lot where the signature green mini waited, you heard how the fans chanted Gavi’s name like a beautiful melody as another goal extended the lead. Another ball hitting the back of the net, another time number thirty scored for Barcelona.

Bathing in the applause, the attention and how needy the girls at the front of the stands tried to reach out, Gavi smiled at the cameras. The curl of his mouth plastered across his face, the burst of happiness faded when the drifting gaze of his deep hazelnut orbs didn’t find your face in the crowd. Empty seats in the secluded section, his head snapped to the coach’s bench to find Pedri. But his best mate was missing too.

Unfortunately, the realization and the negative thoughts forced Gavi into a wave of blinded rage. He knew immediately, he would leave the pitch with another booking — just no one knew if it would be a simple yellow as usual, or a deeply crimson red one.

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Master List <3 Request List <3 Criminal Minds Master List

Spencer Reid x Reader

A/n: Hey so I haven't written anything in over a year and this is my first criminal minds thing ever so any criticism is welcomed. This was written at 3am so any bad grammar or writing can be excused in my opinion lol. Please consider sending me some requests or ideas for anything on my request list, I'm desperate to get back to being active on here but I'm running low on ideas.

Summary: You and Spencer work at the BAU and after a lapse in Spencer's judgment you end up getting hurt.

Warnings: Murder, guns, shooting, stabbing, blood, hospitals, possible death, general criminal minds talk to gruesome murders

Word Count: 2669

(NOT MY GIF)

"There she is, we were starting to think you'd quit on us." Derek joked as me and Spencer walked into the briefing room hand in hand.

After a particularly long and emotional case I had decided to take some time to myself to recover from it.

It had only been a week but in this job that felt like years.

"Yep here I am, no need to worry. I know how much you all missed me." I said with a laugh while sitting down at the round table, Spencer going to grab our coffees.

"Can't argue with that, lover boy over there has been lost without you." Emily said with a laugh smiling at me.

Everyone else had taken their seats as Spencer sat next to me, sliding my coffee in front of me with an excited smile.

"Well as much as I wouldn't use the word lost I have missed having you around here." He blushed lightly, trying to speak in the least awkward manner as he could.

I knew he had missed me at work, everyday he came home to our apartment he'd be glued to my side explaining every detail of the case he'd just gotten back from, wanting to hear my opinions and spend time with me.

As much as hearing about work took away the point of taking time off from it watching Spencer ramble on passionately and excitedly to me was nice.

Plus if I'm being honest with myself I'd be bored without it.

"Six women have been found dead in a suburban town in Texas, all between the ages of twenty to thirty and have appeared within forty-eight hours of each other." Hotch explained whilst Penelope showed the pictures of the crime scenes behind him.

"All girls were found within sixteen hours of being deceased and had already been missing for more than a day, meaning he keeps them before murdering them. He has stabbed them all once in the abdomen, careful not to hit any vital organs so the body doesn't shut down. Instead he stabs them to leave them to slowly bleed out." Penelope added whilst handing folders of information out to everyone.

"So it's likely he already has another girl with him now?" Rossi asked with a frown as he flicked his folder open.

"More than likely yes, and with and increasing confidence and skill set we can only assume he's going to continue at a quicker or more brutal pace the longer he's able to." Spencer added, looking to the group with a smile that matched nothing that he just said.

I sighed and looked at the images in front of me, at least this case seemed fairly simple in comparison to some of what we've had to face.

~~~

"This guy is most likely a social younger man who holds enough respect and familiarity within the area for people to feel comfortable enough to get into his vehicle alone at night. He doesn't force his victims to comply they willingly trust him until it's too late due to his natural charm and charisma. Then he holds them for a day before killing and disposing of them. He doesn't hurt them in their time of captivity, meaning he most likely feels remorse or is unsure of his actions, but the thrill of the kill is to enticing for him to let them go. He's confident within his ability to kill, shown in the slow and precise manner he takes in the murder. He is most likely a local who has lived here his whole life due to his knowledge of the area and the trust everyone has toward him. He also appears confident in his ability to not be caught, since he dumps the bodies rather than hiding them. He believes he's more intelligent than most people and above the law, and his high IQ helps fuel this narcissistic ideal he has of himself. That is all thank you." Hotch walks away from the room of police officers who were noting down his profile, gesturing to Emily, Rossi and Derek to follow him into an interrogation room.

I jumped up from the table I was sat on and gathered my notes from next to me.

"I just don't understand how we could have such a sick individual in our community doing this to women. It's just shocking to me." Officer Davis said from beside me.

He was the head officer on the case and the chief of police in this town, he'd been assisting me and Spencer in the last few hours with trying to create an idea of where to begin looking.

"Yeah it always comes as a shock when a member of your community causes something like this." I offered him a small smile whilst gathering my stuff to head over to Spencer, Officer Davis following closely behind me.

"I just can't believe something like this could happen here."

"Can you think of any groups of people within the community that hold a lot of respect and trust? Like public speakers, church groups, large charity groups or public helpers?" I asked him flicking to the page of possible careers I had, smiling at Spencer as I settled my stuff next to him.

"Well apart from the obvious like the police and fire force, I couldn't think of anything. We're quite a religious area but none of our churches have any well known priests that everyone would know, we have too many churches and priests for people to form personal connections with. Although we do have a large neighbourhood watch group. They do nightly patrols in cars around the streets and main roads. They're a very large group of people."

Spencer's head shot up at the last bit. "Do they have a known leader people would know? Or any type of uniform they wear to be recognisable?" He asked Davis while scribbling something on his whiteboard.

"Not uniforms no. Although, the patrol cars they use do have these stick on lights they use to be recognisable. Pauls the leader, he tells people when their needed for patrol."

"So our unsub could be a patrol member, approaching women in his car so they know he's apart of the watch group and trust him enough to get into the car without any hesitation!" Spencer said turning to Davis "I need a list of names of the leaders of the group."

I opened my phone, calling Penelope "I'll get a list of the people on patrol the nights that these girls were taken, see if there's anyone that was working every night."

~~~

Less than a day, that's all we had to find this woman before it was too late.

I was stood in an office with Spencer and Rossi, bouncing ideas off of each other, hoping something stuck.

"Penelope got him." Derek said with a smile walking into the room.

"Paul Fredrick, thirty-five years old, lived here his whole life, was arrested ten years ago for an assault against an twenty-one year old woman, and in charge of the neighbourhood watch patrol schedule." Spencer read from the paper Derek just handed him.

"Hotch, Emily and that detective are already heading there. We need to go this girl probably hasn't got that long left." Derek said gesturing us out of the door quickly.

~~~

"He's confessed." Spencer said with a smile, kissing me on the head as he took a seat next to me.

I'd been sat in this empty office in the police station for an hour now, something just doesn't feel right.

"Really? Doesn't that seem strange to you? I mean according to the profile this guy is confident and intelligent. Surly he wouldn't confess after an hour of interrogation." I bit my lip lightly as I re-read my notes again and again.

"Well sometimes the profile isn't completely correct. Plus they found the girl in an abandoned warehouse a ten minute drive away from his house." Spencer shrugged "he isn't as confident as the profile indicates, he was also quite anxious and stressed when confronted which was surprising, but the evidence points to him and he's confessed. All of the logic adds up."

"I guess. I just don't feel right." I sigh and look up to him with a frown.

He matches my expression and stands up, kissing my forehead lightly before collecting his stuff. "You probably just need some rest it's been a long weekend. The plane leaves in an hour, I'll go collect our stuff for us."

He gave me one more smile before leaving the room. As I glanced after him I saw the rest of the station basically empty and the time was three in the morning.

With another sigh I gathered my stuff and headed out the door. Maybe ten minutes outside in the fresh air would chill me out.

"Everything alright?" A voice from behind me asked, making me jump.

"Davis hi you scared me." I said with a laugh, holding the door for him as we both walked outside. "Everything's okay yeah I'm just rethinking the case."

"What's bothering you about it?" He asked, lighting himself a cigarette.

"I don't know, the whole thing just seems off, I mean why would Fredrick confess so quickly? He doesn't match the profile at all, he's awkward and of a lower intelligence. I just don't see how he could do this alone. Plus why would he take these woman to an abandoned warehouse that could be accessed to the public or the police whenever rather than his own house? He lived alone in an remote area with no neighbours. It just doesn't add up." I shrugged and pulled my arms closer to me since the cold was nipping at my arms.

All of a sudden I felt a blunt pain hit the side of my head.

~~~

(Spencers pov)

"Everything alright kid?" Derek asks me with a concerned look.

"Yeah, I'm just worried about Y/n." I reply, fidgeting with my fingers as I talk "She's been questioning the case and I'm starting to think she might've been onto something."

"What do you mean?"

"Well didn't Fredrick seem odd to you? He had a low IQ and no charisma at all, even if you knew of him I doubt many people would willingly get into his car. Plus he transported the girls for no reason, he put himself at risk by doing it in that warehouse rather than his own home. There's no way he could've done this alone."

"What are you getting at here kid?"

"Well didn't he come across to you as more of a submissive personality?"

"You think we have two unsubs here? A team?"

I shook my head quickly calling Y/n as I spoke.

"No not a specifically a team. A dominant who lured the girls and killed them, and a submissive who picked the girls out, disposed of the bodies and took the fall. It would make sense, Fredrick was to easy to find, this unsub would be to intelligent to be this simple. Fredrick was on patrol the nights the girls were taken, he most likely saw them first and then alerted the other unsub of them so he could then take them."

"Well if this unsub was so intelligent how come it was so easy to find his partner?"

The phone rang out, that's strange Y/n always picks up.

"He wanted us to. He pointed us in that direction to throw us off, he didn't need Fredrick and he knew he would stay loyal if he was caught. He wanted us to catch Fredrick so we'd leave."

Derek's eyes went wide as he got his phone out of his phone to call someone.

"You know who told us about the neighbourhood watch and the list of likely suspects?"

Derek asked with a frown.

"Davis."

~~~

"Has anyone seen Y/n?" I asked as I walked into the room that the rest of the team were in.

They all looked at me with worried expressions as Emily handed me my bulletproof vest.

"According to the CCTV she was last seen leaving the station with Officer Davis" Hotch said clearing his throat, trying to remain stern and collected even though he was as distraught as the rest of the team.

"What?" my face fell as I scanned the room, everyone either looking away from me or straight at me with concern.

Derek's phone beeped and everyone's heads snapped up to look at him as he stood. "Pen's got an address, lets go."

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"FBI!" Derek yelled as he kicked down the door, letting himself into the house as I followed behind, gun trained ahead of me.

"What am I looking for here Reid?" he asked, clearing the first room.

"A basement most likely." I said walking ahead, spotting a door that appeared to be heading downstairs.

I nodded my head toward it and Derek went ahead, opening it slowly and walking down.

I followed close behind him, a loud smash was heard from in front of us and before I could even see Derek shot, leaving Davis on the floor.

"He tried to run, threw something glass at me." Derek said, gesturing to the blood from the new cut on his arm.

"Can you see her anywhere?" I pushed in front of him as he flicked on the light switch.

I scanned the room before my eyes landed on her figure in the corner, laying on the floor looking pale and bleeding from somewhere. "Y/N!" I ran over there, putting my gun away as Derek called for a medic through the radio.

"Hey your going to be okay. I'm so sorry, I should've listened I'm so sorry. Y/n please. Come on open your eyes. Please..." I felt Derek's hand on my shoulder as I started to cry.

Before I could comprehend what was happening a group of medics came in and surrounded her, Derek pulling me out of the room.

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I paced the hospital waiting room floor, it had been hours and we'd heard nothing.

Emily was asleep on two chairs. Hotch was sat looking at the floor, tapping his foot anxiously. Rossi had been standing up to speak to the receptionist every ten minuets, and Derek had be constantly picking up calls from Penelope who had kept ringing for updates despite Derek promising to call her as soon as we knew.

And I had basically paced a hole through the floor.

"Reid sit down and eat something. Stop punishing yourself." Hotch said with a frown.

I shook my head and continued pacing. "I can't, I should've listened to her, or stayed with her. I didn't even try first aid I just froze when I saw her..." I replied, voice cracking.

A doctor cleared his throat behind us "Y/n L/n?"

We all looked up at him with matching worried expressions.

I held my breath as we waited for him to say something.

"She was stabbed in the abdomen but luckily suffered no trauma to any organs. She's lost a lot of blood but she's going to be okay. She's just woken up so she's a bit out of it but she can take one visitor."

I felt my whole body relax as I took a breath.

"She's okay?" I asked again with a shaky breath.

Derek put his hand on my shoulder and nodded with a smile "She's going to be okay kid."

I let out a little sob and nodded my head with a small smile.

"Reid you should go see her, let her know we're all here." Hotch said patting my other shoulder.

I nodded at both of them and followed after the doctor, taking a seat next to her bed, holding her hand in mine as carefully as I could.

She opened her eyes, slowly turning her head to look at me.

Somehow she was still smiling as bright as ever, provoking my face to mirror hers on instinct.

"Hey you." she said with a small laugh.

"Hi." I kissed her knuckles, a few tears escaping my eyes as I looked at her.

"Why're you crying? I'm the one who's be stabbed dumbass." she joked with a small laugh, causing me to chuckle.

"I love you so much, don't you ever do this again. I really thought I'd lost you. I don't know what I would've done."

"I'll try my best to stay alive then, just for you Spence."

She smiled sweetly at me with another small laugh, I admired her face for a second before leaning in to kiss her lips softly.

#fanfiction #criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer read x y/n #spencer reid x you #x reader #mathew gray gubler

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intrulogical · 7 months

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remus isn't dumb; a sanders sides essay

i've been struggling to make a cohesive post about this because i feel like most of what i want to say boils down to the same underlying message which is: remus isn't dumb.

i feel like a good chunk of this fandom understands what i mean, at least to a surface level point. but even then, i think too much of the fandom still misinterprets remus' character in a way that, they seem to understand different traits of his, but the way they execute it is still way off from what we see in canon.

(rest of the essay under the cut!)

for example, the biggest thing i see people get wrong would be the way they write remus "lol random" personality. it's true that remus tends to say whatever he wants at any given moment. but, the problem here is that people tend to think remus as random in function. i have no better way to describe this succinctly, so to expound: while remus tends to make left-field jokes a lot, he is shown to be incredibly deliberate, cunning, committed, and intelligent in very subtle ways.

truth is, remus is very goal-oriented, and when he has a goal, oh he strives for that goal. so far, i'm writing this with the last 5 years episode being the most recent substantial episode, so i can't really 100% say all my assumptions of remus are true. actually, i think the upcoming season finale will be the missing link when it comes to providing us with the whole picture of who remus is.

as for now, i just have to stick with my theory of; remus, as a side of thomas' heavily connected to insecurities and mental health issues, intends to shed light on the "darker" sides of thomas because he believes them to be beneficial. throughout dwit, we see remus continuously bolster the idea that his contributions are useful for thomas. this continues in wtit, but with the extra layer of remus wanting logan as well to be in touch with the darker parts of himself to get thomas in line.

it is also heavily implied that remus is well in on whatever janus' plan is to get thomas to be a.) more aware of his mental health issues, and b.) to get thomas to break out of his catholic black and white thinking. in forbidden fruit, it's janus who’s seen permitting remus to present himself to thomas. bigger evidence though, as i've mentioned in the previous paragraph, is the way remus seems to deliberately want logan to manifest his anger against thomas.

of course, we can always say that remus taunted logan "just for fun", but i feel like too much of what happened in wtit seem to point to remus having deeper reasons. for example, wtit exhibits how bad thomas' mental health is to the point that he gets irrationally angry at nico for not replying to his texts. this proves how thomas has been neglecting his mental health, and with the way patton, virgil, and roman held onto toxic selfless ideologies for the longest time, thomas would still, naturally, be lost on what to do. he would even seem to deny how bad things have gotten, especially with the way he acts like nothing bad is happening when he goes to his date with nico.

why am i emphasizing this? well, it's because something i find interesting about remus' character is how deeply cognizant he is of thomas' problems. what i mean by this is, no other side can call out thomas' issues more than remus can. i wrote an essay about this before if you want to check this out, but tldr: remus, as intrusive thoughts, is the most perceptive out of all the sides when it comes to calling out insecurities or problems. we see this come to fruition in wtit when all of the traps he laid out for thomas involved nico in some capacity.

while you can interpret his character as evil for preying on others’ insecurities, i think it's important to acknowledge that, in a sea of people who tend to refuse to talk about their issues, remus is the main guy who constantly brings them to the table. whether remus' intentions are good or not, there's no denying that remus' importance as a side lies in the fact that he serves as a mental health alarm clock for thomas. with the way none of the sides want to communicate with each other, we need someone like remus to cut the bullshit and say things as it is.

again, we don't really know if he wants to help thomas. but i would like to emphasize that, yes, remus is not dumb. he does not merely make lewd jokes and calls it a day. he has the long-term goal of making everyone talk about more "taboo" topics with each other, and this includes talking about personal grievances the sides tend to suppress or refuse to talk about. lewd jokes are just part of the process.

i think this goal of his is also incredibly visible with the way remus treated logan in wtit. wtit is my favorite sanders sides episode because there's just so much to analyze between remus and logan, but you can check my other essays in regards to that. the main thing i wanted to point out is that what remus says to logan in the end, "woowee logan, now you're speaking my language. but who do you really want to scream that at?", proves he is more deliberate and cunning than he seems.

a lovely bit of analysis my friend orb (@orbmanson7) provided is that remus didn't just pop up in wtit to intervene with thomas' plans. he was there to intervene with logan's. if you've seen my other essays, i've talked about how logan as a side has been dwindling in terms of self-confidence and assertion. this has left a big problem of thomas being more reliant on his emotions, making him ignore the suggestions given by logan that may help with thomas' mental health in the long run. this is not to villainize thomas' mental health crisis, btw. all i want to say is that, remus recognizes how logan's self-restriction is doing no good and deliberately wants to push logan to become more assertive and angry.

that is why he says logan is speaking his language. he wants logan to recognize the merit in the way remus grabs thomas' attention. he wants logan to be like him and cause more havoc. again, we never know how much remus genuinely wants to help thomas, but we know that remus wants everyone to be more exposed to "taboo" things, and this includes logan being more in touch with his angrier side.

besides that, i'd like to mention how, in general, remus tends to be very committed to his goals more than how the fandom typically portrays him? in dwit, remus' main goal was to disturb thomas and the other sides. it's kind of just an introduction to his character. we're not sure if it's part of a bigger plan he and janus devised to get thomas to take care of himself better, but it is a possibility. the only time he gets too random is when logan begins picking apart his arguments. there we see remus only results to super left-field, continuous off-tangent jokes when he's desperate or placed in a lose-lose situation.

another, in wtit, we see how remus understands how to make very long, complicated traps. i think it's a perfect encapsulation of his personality, actually! throughout the episode, we see him make these multilayered traps with a ton of props and preparation just so he can bother thomas with it. it shows that remus is actually less impulsive-oriented as he seems. he even created a schedule he showed to logan detailing everything he wanted to do that day. again, deliberate! he is deliberate and very smart!

other thing i'd like to harken back to is the idea that he's in cahoots with the other dark sides to execute some Big Plan to break thomas out of his black and white thinking. while we don't know how orange acts like yet, we're Very familiar with janus by this point and we can see how long-drawn janus' plan of acceptance is. he's, again, sorry to use the word so many times, very deliberate. i don't even think his plan ends with svs.r, because it does seem like remus is well in on this plan too. in the 5 years video, he also seems to know more than thomas on what else is to come for the future of sanders sides, which implies he has some plans up his sleeve that no one else knows about. like i said, janus has the goal to break thomas out of his black and white thinking. and so far from what we've seen from remus, he also wants the same!

an important factor of remus' character besides his deliberateness is his general need to subvert what "goodness" means. "good and bad are all made up nonsense," he sings in forbidden fruit. throughout dwit he continuously criticizes everything thomas thinks is good or acceptable. in the 5 years video, he argues about how there's no "correct way of sitting". i think this also proves how remus is important as a side because, while not every single one of his beliefs are morally acceptable, he is still able to pick morality apart in a way the other sides are unable to. also, i just think this proves his character as just. generally smart? he's able to pick apart the status quo and moral philosophies, of course he's smart.

just to pick up on a previous point, remus is scarily perceptive. i mentioned this earlier with how remus is able to pick logan apart, but i'd like to add onto it more since i think a lot of people underestimate how crazily perceptive he is. for one, despite not being too close with a bunch of the other sides, he seems to be able to read their insecurities and play them against them really well. we see it in the way he uses virgil's insecurities of being an ex-dark side against him. we see it in the way he picks on patton and thomas' morality crisis against them. we see it in the way roman describes remus as someone being able to show him things he doesn't like about himself. and most importantly, we see it in the way remus constantly reaps the fact that logan isn't listened to to the point that logan snaps. as intrusive thoughts, remus' job is to see what deepest darkest secrets thomas and the sides suppress and use it against them.

at the moment, we don't really know if remus has any weaknesses, although wtit sort of implies that he himself is also quite irritated by the fact that thomas doesn't listen to him. he does a good way of hiding, though, how much of that problem is genuinely affecting him. it makes me think he's also smart in the way he's able to hide his vulnerabilities and true intentions from the other side. he's silly and goofy and lewd and because of that, everyone thinks he's harmless. the sides think he's unserious, and so does the fandom. but deep down, remus really isn't that stupid.

and LASTLY, when beta reading this essay, orb also mentioned to me about how remus possesses cognitive flexibility in a way roman doesn’t. this isn’t meant to discredit roman of course, but i think it’s important to mention that remus is the side with the least amount of restrictions when it comes to creative liberties. orb mentioned to me how remus is able to connect concepts easily in a way roman doesn’t because remus doesn’t operate under the same self-restrictive mindset. while this obviously would help thomas become more innovative as a creative, i think it’s also important to recognize how much thomas kind of needs it in general. much of the latter half of the series shows thomas dealing with restrictions, especially when it comes to doing good. it would be great benefit for thomas to be able to listen to a side who generally wants to Have a Good Time, and doesn’t abide by rules imposed onto them.

and yes that is my essay on remus 100/10 best character and is not dumb at all. very excited to see him in the finale and i hope y’all’s get your characterizations straight because i need me some good fics

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yan-lorkai · 10 months

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.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Yan!Vil with homesick!reader

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ A/n: Been in soft vil moods this past days so I wrote this lol.

Being in a different world is hard, it's scary. And the worst of it is feeling alone even if there are people by your side every day. This is exactly how you've been feeling these last few days, lost and without a path, without a clue and without any progress. The idea of returning to your world disappears from your head more and more, it seems more distant and impossible.

You wonder what the people most important to you think of what happened. Do they think you ran away? Are they still looking for you even after all these months?

"Prefect, shouldn't you be sleeping at this time?"

Vil's strict but soft voice sounded behind you. And you look at him, trying to read his expressions, but there's nothing on his face that lets you know how he feels or what he thinks. You can only imagine how intriguing the scene from his point of view must be. You sitting on the ground next to Ramshackle's front door as you look out over the yard and think about everything you've left behind, annoying tears drying in your eyes.

If only Tsunotaro had shown up today, maybe your melancholy thoughts wouldn't have troubled you so much that you couldn't sleep. And maybe now Vil wouldn't be looking at you that way, as if scolding a child.

"Prefect, I await an answer." He crouched down beside your, carefully wiping away your tears with his fingertips. "Why are you out here in the cold and crying? Why didn't you come to me or the others?"

You shrugged. In NRC, there is an unspoken rule that nobody truly cares about your problems. And well, they're all villains, so it's not like you really want to share your feelings with them without the fear that someone will laugh.

But it's also not like no one will understand your pain. At least not completely, they all had a family to go back to during the holidays, they all had their parents and siblings close by who they could count on in the most difficult times. You only had Grim and he only had you; you two were literally two in one in every sense of the word.

"It just got something in my eye." You lied not caring what he thought, brushing his hand away. You and Vil only interacted during VDC rehearsals, so it's not like you were friends and it bothered you that he was there for you during a fragile moment. "Don't worry about me, I'll be right back to my room. I just needed some air."

A sound of disbelief left Schoenheit and he cupped your face with both hands in a quick gesture, caressing your cheeks and looking deep into your eyes.

"Potato, I can see you're not feeling good." He whispered.

It was true. It was true and for you to hear him say it out loud confirmed that normality had slipped through your fingers and that you really were in a strange world, this wasn't some kind of strange dream. The look so soft in his lilac eyes, the way he caressed your cheeks and pulled you into a hug was all you needed to let the tears roll and the sobs escape your throat.

Maybe even someone strict like him had some sympathy in his heart. His hands gently rubbed your back as he whispered words of comfort, feeling you shiver in his arms. And the scene broke his heart. But your teary eyes certainly were a beautiful sight, not even the most beautiful pictures taken by Rook could compare to you.

"I miss home." You confessed, quiet, fearful.

The hug tightened and you hid your face in his neck, you never wanted to feel that way again and at the same time you wanted to feel everything. Feeling was one of the only things you could do and missing everything gave you the necessary determination to keep surviving one more day in this strange world.

"It's understandable that you feel that way," Vil muttered. "But, you know, there are ways to alleviate this longing and feel closer to the people we love, even though we are far away."

You looked at Vil curiously, frowning at what you had just heard. Whatever solution he was going to offer, you knew it wouldn't be enough to ease the pain you felt. Still he continued, combing your hair with his fingers. "Write a letter to each person you miss and then burn it, I hear it can help ease the weight you feel."

You looked at him in disbelief and that drew a laugh from Vil who watched your reactions. "Another thing that can help a lot is to create a routine, something that you do every day that makes you feel closer to home. If you liked to listen to music or read at home, do that here. It can give you a feeling of comfort and familiarity."

You nodded and thanked him for sharing these tips, even though a pessimistic part of your brain doubted any of them would work. Yet you were grateful for his intentions and saw him in a new light from that moment on.

Vil then placed his hand over your heart. "Remember that you are not alone and that there are people who care about you, they're all right there."

You smiled once more.

Oh, if you had noticed that peculiar glint in his eyes…

"Thanks, really, I'll think about it." You promised, pulling away from the hug and the hands that massaged your shoulders, feeling like a weight was lifted off your shoulders just by having someone by your side.

Except Vil hates sharing your attention and he would take up every bit of your time because only he could take care of you and love you the way you deserve.

You got up and offered your hand to help him up, then wishing him a good night. Surely you would sleep that night with one less worry, you weren't alone. You had Grim, Ace and Deuce by your side. And… A part of you mind added a new face to the people you felt you could trust, Vil as well.

#yandere twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twst #twst vil #twst vil schoenheit #yandere vil #yandere vil schoenheit #yandere vil x reader #yandere vil x yuu #yandere vil x mc #vil x reader #vil x yuu #vil x mc #tw yandere

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sweetestofchaos · 4 months

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let it snow | s.mg x reader

oh, the weather outside is frightful... let it snow! let it snow and snow!

❅ mingi x reader

❅ prompts: "looks like we're snowed in." + "maybe you could warm me up...?"

❅ wc: 1.1k

❅ warnings: pure fluff with a nice mix of smut - fem receiving oral - daddy!mingi

❅ a/n: written for Merry Chaosdays 1K Follower Event, requested by @minisugakoobies. sunny you are such a fucking doll and i love you so much! thank you for requesting my mans mingi, i haven't shown him any love in a while. i started to write this and forgot to turn on the word count...this almost got out of hand lol

❅ line, snow, mdni and support dividers made by @benkeibearn

❅ send in your own requests here

“Mingi I swear to God, if you don’t hurry the hell up-” You glance down at the shiny golden watch on your wrist and suck your teeth, “We’re going to be late!” You shout down the hall to your boyfriend.

You can hear him moving around in the apartment, taking his sweet ass time like his mother won’t chew your asses the moment you step out of the car. You love Momma Song, but that woman is deadly with her wooden spoon. Huffing in annoyance, you kick off your shoes and stomp into the apartment, ready to drag Mingi out the door by the ear if you must. Just as you make it to your shared bedroom, Mingi steps out with one hand wrapped around the door handle. You shout in surprise and Mingi giggles as he grabs you around the waist.

“Easy, baby. Don’t want to hurt yourself, hum?” Mingi stares down at you through a pair of brown glasses and you can feel your face heating up. From this angle you can clearly see the moles on his face. Mingi leans down and pecks your lips with a soft smile on his face, “Wanna take a picture?”

You suck your teeth and push Mingi away as he laughs. “Hurry the hell up! I’m not getting hit by your momma because you refuse to move faster!”

“I’ll protect you baby,” Mingi promises with a wink and you roll your eyes.

Pulling the bedroom door shut, Mingi grabs your hand and leads you down the hall to the front door. At the door, the two of you, put your shoes on and you fist the material of your white sweater dress as Mingi helps secure a pair of fluffy white earmuffs over your knotless box braids. Mingi helps you into your faux fur coat and pulls a thick white cardigan over his white turtleneck sweater.

Holding up his keys, Mingi smiles as he unlocks the door, “I already started the car and the seat warmers are on.”

“I love you,” You mutter with a shiver knowing that it is about to be freezing outside.

Mingi pulls open the door and all you see is a frozen sheet of white. You blink and Mingi frowns, “What the fuck?” He reaches out to poke at the snow and you snatch his hand.

“Aht! Haven’t you seen those videos online? Do not touch it and shut the door!”

Mingi shuts the door and rubs the back of his neck, “Um…looks like we’re snowed in.”

“I’ll check my email. You should call your momma.”

Kicking off your boots, you paddle into the living room and plop down on the couch. As you scroll through your email, sure enough there is one from maintenance stating that your floor and a few others are snowed in due to a sudden ice storm and people are working on getting everyone’s doors unblocked. You can hear Mingi on the phone with his mother and you are so happy that you are not the one breaking the news to her. The party isn’t until two days from now but you were supposed to spend time together before the rest of the family showed up.

Hearing Mingi sigh, you watch as he comes into the living room, pulling the white beanie hat off his head. His hair is sticking up crazy and you smile. “Well since we’re stuck here until someone breaks us out maybe you could warm me up…?”

Mingi raises an eyebrow as you pluck your earmuffs off, toss them on the floor and peel your jacket off; flopping back on the couch and spreading your legs a little to give him a peak at the blue panties underneath your dress. Licking his lips, Mingi nods his head and shoves his cardigan off before he crosses his arms over his waist and pulls his turtleneck off right after. Standing at the edge of the couch in just his white slacks with his glasses skewed, you crook your finger and widen your eyes.

“Warm me up, daddy, please?”

Crawling onto the crouch, Mingi sits on his knees between your legs and grabs your ankle. You muffle as moan as he kisses his way up your leg and nibbles on the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. “I’ve wanted to fuck you since I saw this dress laying out on the bed.”

“Yeah?”

Mingi’s hands are warm, heating your exposed skin as he pushes your dress up to bunch at your waist. He says nothing as he peels your panties off and tosses them over his shoulder.

“Come on my tongue twice and I’ll give you a gift early.”

Your eyes brighten at the promise and you nod your head. Mingi chuckles and settles himself on his stomach between your legs before he dives in. Your back arches as his lips wrap around your clit. He sucks lightly, teasing the heated skin with his wet tongue.

“F-Fuck! Mingi daddy, please! W-Wanna come for you.”

“Take what I give you, baby.”

“Yes, d-daddy…” You throw your head back as Mingi continues to eat you out. His large hands, hold your hips down, stopping you from humping his face. So, you tangle your fingers in his hair, messing it up even more. Mingi hums against you and the vibrations ripple throughout your body. You can feel your pleasure building and you know it’s only a matter of time before you are tipping over the edge and falling into Mingi’s world. Sweat collects at your temples and you aren’t even worried about your edges. You can fix them later.

Your thighs clench around Mingi’s head and he’s slurping so loud, even as you cry his name, gushing into his greedy mouth. He doesn’t stop, sliding one hand downward to play with your swollen clit. It pushes you into your second release and Mingi hisses as he drowns in you.

“That’s a good girl. Give it to me, baby.”

You see stars at your vision spots and when Mingi pulls away you are both panting. He wipes his mouth with the back of his wrist and settles into your arms. He makes sure to keep his weight off you, cuddling into your side as you catch your breath. Your head hurts a little from the back to back release but you feel good. A gooey fog is blanketing your mind and the warmth of Mingi’s lips on your temple is grounding.

“It’s still early, baby. Nap and we can go again when you wake up.”

“What about you?”

“We have all day from the looks of it,” Mingi whispers as his hand starts to massage your thigh. You snuggle into his chest and kiss his Adam's apple. He laughs and hugs you, “Sleep.”

#mingi x reader #mingi smut #mingi fluff #merry chaosdays event #1k followers event #sunny sunshine ☀️#fic: let it snow

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jungle-angel · 5 months

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Lessons In Nursing (Calvin Evans x Reader)

Summary: You decide to have your mother-in-law come and give a lecture to your class, but woe to the heckler who incurs her wrath

Tagging: @floydsmuse Meggy, I hope you're good with it, but the entire time I wrote this I was picturing Emma from White Christmas as Patricia and could literally hear her voice as I wrote it (lol).

Warnings: Pregnancy, college admin being a sexist moron, misogynistic remarks, etc.

"You nervous Pat?" you asked as the three of you made your way towards the science buildings on campus.

"Not in the least (y/n)," Pat answered confidently. "I've had to give numerous lectures in the past and have yet to face one that I couldn't do. How about yourself? How are things?"

"I'm tired," you answered.

"I tried that home remedy you suggested the other day Ma," Calvin answered. "The one with the raw ginger?"

"Did it help with the morning sickness?" Pat asked.

"Morning sickness, yes but the fatigue is a different story," Cal said.

"A mug full of chamomile tea in the morning will do you good," Patricia explained. "Did it with every single one of my kids and it hasn't failed me since."

The three of you had at last arrived at Franklin Hall, a tall, imposing gothic monstrosity of a building that looked more like a medieval church than a reputable college institution. Here was where the science classes were all held, chemistry, biology, anatomy and physiology as well as the nursing courses that you taught.

"You gonna be able to make it this afternoon?" you asked Calvin as he handed Six-Thirty and his leash off to you.

"I'll make it," Calvin promised. "Dr. Powers and I will both be there after our classes get out at twelve. But after that I need you down to the cafeteria so you can get something to eat. I don't want you faint in the middle of the lecture."

You chuckled and kissed your husband, even as Six-Thirty nudged your belly with his nose. "Now you knock that off," you told the dog. "That's Daddy's job."

Calvin smiled as he gave you one last hug, his hands trailing to the slightly evident bump that had shown up overnight. He couldn't feel the baby kicking quite yet, but you knew that when he did, he wouldn't be able to keep his hands off you.

"Good luck Sweetpea," he said, pressing one last kiss to your lips. "I'll see you at noon."

"I'll see you then."

Cal pulled open the heavy oak and iron doors, letting you, Six-Thirty and his mother in first before he followed you both down the hall. He headed straight for the chemistry labs with Dr. Powers while you and Pat headed for the anatomy lecture room.

Your girls were all awaiting in the room, each one in their lab coats, chattering away as you and Pat took yours from the rack. "Good morning ladies," you chirped.

"GOOD MORNING PROFESSOR EVANS!" they chimed in.

"Alright ladies," you announced, taking your place in the lecture pit. "We've got our demonstration today at noon and to prepare, I've brought a little guest to help. So without further adieu, I present to you all, my mother-in-law, Patricia Evans."

"Thank you sweetheart," Patricia said, taking her place at the stand. "Alright ladies, none of the usual bullshit this morning. Lets get down to business....."

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"So am I technically doing this right?" the eighteen year old asked Calvin.

"Yep, you're good," Calvin assured him. "Just let it drip into the beaker and let it do its thing."

Calvin absolutely loved working with the eager, fresh-faced students who had come from all the local high schools in the area. To him it meant being able to get back to basics, to go back to the roots of chemistry and to teach them from the ground up. He loved when they got creative with their notebooks, drawing colorful pictures and diagrams and experimented with their handwriting. Any other professor would have turned their noses up at it, but Calvin and Anthony Powers absolutely loved it.

"Hey Professor Evans?"

"What's up Frank?"

"Remind me again what color the fluids are supposed to be again after they've boiled?"

"It's supposed to be pale pink," Calvin answered. "What color is it now?"

"It's a dark pink."

"Let it go another five to ten minutes but no more than that," Calvin instructed.

He looked up at the wall clock and saw that it was ten minutes till noon. As soon as he had the chance, Calvin ordered everyone to clean up and to put their experiments in the glass cabinets until tomorrow. He dropped his lab coat in the laundry and made his way down to the other end of the wing, eager to hear and see your demonstration.

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"..........Now these particular tests are quite easy, but determining the results can be a real hassle," Patricia explained to the audience. "Back in the day you wouldn't have thought to test the patient's blood at all and half the time you'd wait until really, truly, severe symptoms appeared......."

"Your mother's a knowledgeable lady that's for sure," Dr. Powers remarked to Calvin, the two of them sitting higher up from the pit.

"Knowledgeable isn't even the half of it," Calvin whispered back to him. "You should see when she really gets going."

"Now after the blood test has been done," Patricia continued to explained. "It's best to continue the treatment as is, until further notice or until the results come in and then determine the course of action therewith."

"Sounds like a brilliant plan," someone in the crowd spoke. "Coming from a woman."

The entire room fell so silent one would have been able to hear a dog whistle. "I'm sorry?' Patricia enquired.

"It just seems funny to me to think that you know more than the doctors on this campus," the grey-haired young man said to her. "After all, nursing is one of the lesser sciences."

Calvin wide-eyed and made a face, Dr. Powers groaning and running his hands over his chubby, round face. "Oh no, he didn't," Powers groaned.

"Brace yourself, this shitshow's about to get worse," Calvin warned him under his breath.

You and Patricia glanced at each other, your mother-in-law noticing the way your jaw clenched and how your posture stiffened.

"Young man do you work here?" she asked.

"Well......yes but I....."

"And to what department do you belong?" Patricia questioned sharply.

"Well, the medical arts," the young man replied. "You see I had studied at the Harvard Medical College and......."

"Oh and Ivy Leaguer huh?" Patricia said. "Tell me now, have you ever stitched up a man with shrapnel flying around you in all directions?"

"No I......."

"Have you ever had to repair a torn aorta in a tent before?"

"No I......"

"What about trenchfoot?" Patricia questioned again. "Ever had to deal with any of that?"

"No ma'am I......"

"Then I wouldn't consider you much of a doctor in that case," Patricia scoffed.

"Now ma'am you see here for a moment!"

"Young man, I had to earn my stripes in the middle of a shelled out church in France, rearraigning men's guts day after day while everywhere else was having the living daylights pounded out of them," Patricia snapped. "So until you yourself have been there, I suggest you sit up a little straighter, keep your legs crossed, shut your mouth and mind your own business!"

The young man cleared his throat and sat up a little straighter, as did everyone else including Six-Thirty who was in the corner at your feet. Not a single soul in that lecture hall dared to make another snide comment to Patricia Evans or to you.

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"Well that went a little better than expected," Patricia commented as you, her and Cal made your way up the little brick path to the house. "Although I could've done without Mr. Ivy Leaguer there making those snide remarks."

"I saw him cross his legs the minute you snapped Ma," Calvin chuckled, unlocking the door.

"My apologies, but the damn fool had it coming," Patricia remarked. "Besides, if that had been your father, he would have said things that would have Ulysses S. Grant himself rolling over in his grave."

"Or blushing in most cases," you chuckled.

You both entered the house, the place warm and cozy as ever with the smell of dinner cooking on the stove. One could say whatever they liked about Henry Evans Jr., but the man was a damn good cook.

Henry and Pat both conversed about the happenings of the day while you and Cal enjoyed their company. All of you laughed at the lecture incident, but when Calvin looked at you and mouthed a silent "I love you", you couldn't help but lean into him, one arm round you and the warmth of your husband surrounding you.

#lessons in chemistry #calvin evans #calvin evans x reader

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writing-house-of-m · 10 months

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Photograph

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

Word count: 1895

Summary: When you and Wanda go through some old things at her family house, you recognise someone in an old photograph they have

A/N: Just a little idea I thought would be cute. I wrote this pretty quickly and didn't really edit it properly so I hope it makes sense lol Thank you @ageofevermore and @cuinaminute229 for helping my indecisive ass on the header. Any feedback or comments would be much appreciated, so let me know what you think!

There is a soft golden glow shining through the windows as the sun was beginning to say goodbye to the day.

Taking a break from packing wasn't supposed to be long but the small group of you have been too distracted to notice the time passing.

You came across the Maximoff family's old photographs that have been in storage. You couldn't help but flip through a photo album when you noticed they were of Oleg and Iryna's wedding day.

It has been an hour since then, your future in-laws telling you about the relatives who have shown up as you go through different stacks of photos, some they have always been close with, some have now passed and others who are best to avoid. It was a well needed heads up for when you will have to meet them on your wedding day with Wanda.

There are so many photos and recounts of the memories that go along with them; birthdays, anniversaries, family gatherings and all the moments in between.

"What happened to Pietro's hair!" You exclaim, noticing a gold fading (badly) into a red colour when you flicked to a new page in the current album you are going through.

Wanda looks at the picture laughing, explaining the memory, "He wanted to make his hair look like fire." Then she grimaces as her laugh dies out, scrunching her nose, "But he did it himself."

You both giggle at the messy result and the sour look on Pietro's face as Oleg squashes his cheeks together. You can tell he was forced to sit there while the photo was taken at his expense.

There was a reason you were initially going through old boxes from the attic of the Maximoff residence. You and Wanda have officially moved in together and having unpacked all the essentials weeks ago you decided it was finally time to get her final round of things.

They would probably just end up in storage at your new house but at least Wanda would have all her things in one place. You had already done the same with your things last week.

You hear the front door unlock, open and close signifying Pietro's return.

After Pietro greets everyone, he notices, "Old photos?" He reaches down and picks up one of the albums, "Have you finished with getting the last of your things?"

You and Wanda look guilty and shake your heads because you still haven't completed what you were here to do.

"Get a move on, I've got things I need to go up there," Pietro chastises.

Before you get to say anything, your future mother-in-law gets there, "It's about time you thought about settling down, son."

"Ah mama, it will happen when it happens. You can't rush these things," Pietro says, rubbing the back of his neck.

"I hope things are going well with Monica. She's such a lovely girl," she says, handing him a box to put behind him. He puts down the album he is holding and takes it from her hands. "Better than that last girl. Mantis, she called herself," Iryna cringes.

"Mama!" Pietro exclaims to stop this conversation.

You smile at the scene, you don't have any siblings so you have been treating Pietro as your own brother when you and Wanda got serious and you grew more comfortable with her family.

Now that Iryna was done it was your turn, "Hey Piet, have you ever thought about dyeing your hair?" You ask. Pietro squints his eyes at you because of the 'random' question, "Maybe, err, yellow and red?" You laugh along with his family.

"Ah! I thought I got rid of all of those!" He furrows his brows picking up a different album from before, "Where is it?"

"You will never know, 'hot head'," Wanda responds. Getting a round of laughter.

He gives Wanda a side eye before looking through the album he is holding. Eventually he takes a seat opposite you and Wanda on the floor.

Pietro thinks aloud as he flips through the book he is currently going through, "Hey, I remember this place. We weren't there for long though."

Iryna looks at the photo over Pietro's shoulder as he holds it up for her. She hums, agreeing, "We weren't there for long, two months I think?" She turns to Oleg so he can take a look. He walks closer and nods his head.

He chuckles under his breath remembering, "My job at the time relocated me to the wrong place, it was such a mess and a huge headache."

"I think I remember that, we were even enrolled at the local school for a little while," Wanda adds.

Pietro notices another photo, this time one of Wanda and another student from said school. He passes it to her, "Do you remember this?"

"Oh yeah!" Wanda takes the image from him, "We got along so well. I missed them for the longest time after we moved," she reminisces. "I don't remember their name. I don't think I ever got it, actually."

"Such a good friendship you didn't even get a name?" Pietro laughs.

You finally look away from the album in your lap that has had your attention. Furrowing your eyebrows because you recognise the child sitting beside Wanda in the image, "How do you have this?"

All four Maximoff's look at you at the same time.

You feel the silence until Wanda explains, "I completely forgot but seeing this photo I remember making one friend in my last few weeks there." She points at the two figures sitting with cheesy grins and arms wrapped around each other. "I can't believe I forgot about my time there."

You are quite literally gobsmacked listening to the story unfold.

Iryna chimes in, "Well, school had barely started before we moved again. It's not surprising you don't remember."

"I know the name of the kid," you reveal. The others look in disbelief and wonder as you sit there smirking.

"Really? How? Who is it?" They all ask questions at once.

"It's me," you say with a breathy laugh.

"What?!" Wanda looks closer at the picture and even her parents come over to get a better look.

"No way," Pietro gasps as they all hover over the photograph.

"I told you where I moved from when we first met, remember?" You ask Wanda, getting her attention again.

"I didn't know the name of the place, look how small we were," she replies, pointing at the image.

Wanda then joins her family who are all mumbling different similarities between you and the child in the photo. You listen to as much as you can, chuckling to yourself pulling out your phone.

Last week when you packed your final things from your parents home you too had found old albums there. With everything going on, moving houses and planning a wedding, it completely slipped your mind to show Wanda the old pictures you had taken snapshots of when you were younger.

Putting the phone next to the photograph everyone compares the two. Wanda is speechless as she looks at you in the same disbelief you felt when you first saw the picture, "I can't believe it."

"Neither can I!" You scoff out.

"This is so crazy!"

"I know!"

"Nothing can stop a great love," Oleg speaks, stopping you and Wanda with your back and forth while he casually walks away. But you and Wanda smile at each other blushing a little because of his comment.

"We became friends so fast," Wanda leans into you, looking at the photo.

"Yeah," you speak into her hair, kissing the top of her head. "And then you forgot about me," you finish cheekily.

Wanda pulls away and smacks your arm. Then takes on an earnest look, "But seriously, I was so sad to lose you, I finally made a friend and a really cool one at that," she trails off.

"We still found each other again though," you say.

"Yeah, we did," Wanda says with a soft smile.

You lean against each other to look at the photo for a little while longer. Looking at the happiness and innocence radiating from your younger selves.

Unbeknownst to you, Pietro snaps a photo on his phone of the two of you smiling down at the captured memory. In his mind this was him getting his wedding gift sorted.

When you have been through the stacks of pictures, you eventually go back to packing the last of Wanda's things. It is all taken to your new place and you are both exhausted.

You decide to leave unpacking it all until the next day and when you do, you come across the photo again.

"Your mom must have put this in here," you smile at Wanda.

She takes it from you and instead of putting it in storage she places it above the fireplace. You make a mental note to buy a frame for it.

At the end of the day you sit on the couch after another exhausting day.

"Fourteen years," you say randomly. Wanda looks at you quizzically so you clarify, "I worked it out, us meeting again after that photo was fourteen years."

"Wow," Wanda breathes out, sitting against you as you wrap an arm around her. "I guess we were always destined to be together."

Wanda looks up at you making you look down at her. You share a small kiss and when you separate you continue looking at the picture.

You talk about how fate has brought you here and how thankful you are for finding each other again even without either of you knowing who the other was.

"I guess our love transcends all boundaries."

Wanda smacks your chest lightly, "You dork"

"Yesterday, you said I was really cool! You can't take that back!"

"That was before the cheesy one-liner."

"Well, you better get used to it. It will get worse when we get married. Not to mention the jokes I'll come up with when we have kids," you smile.

Wanda looks up at you again so you meet her gaze, "Hmm, yeah, but I think you mean 'kid' as in singular," you smile at her correction of the future plans you have discussed, "and a dog, of course," she says innocently.

"No, no, no, I never agreed to getting a dog. I said we could get a cat," you correct.

"Don't worry I didn't forget about Tom," Wanda says nonchalantly.

"Tom?! We didn't agree to any names yet either!"

"Are you sure? So where did I get; Wilma, our daughter, and Spike, our dog, from?" Wanda asks, raising a brow.

"Probably the same place you forgot about the best friend you ever had," you say pushing Wanda, forcing her to lay on the sofa with you carefully placing yourself on top.

You press your lips to her soft ones and because you are both smiling too much you have to stop. Instead, you settle with kissing the tip of her nose.

"And here I thought we would be making these big decisions together. We still have a wedding to plan first, you know?" You muse.

"Yeah, I know. But I can't help myself thinking of our life together," Wanda says, caressing your face.

Just as fate brought you together, it has a few more surprises for you as you continue your life together.

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strawberrymilk-sunshine · 1 year

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Happily ever after

What does Idia's hair feel like. Does it feel like fire? How does it not burn anything? I have many questions about Idia's hair, but none of them will ever be answered. How sad.

Not proofread sorry!!!!

Warning(s): yandere/stalker Idia, fem reader, stockholm syndrome, implied pregnancy (at the very end)

You met a guy online recently. He calls himself Gloomy Samurai, he's cool and all, but he can be very unintentionally creepy sometimes. But you assumed you were misunderstanding him. After all, it is hard to understand tone over the internet...

But you were wrong about him.

He knew a lot about you. A lot more than you thought he knew. He knew your address, your age, the colour of your hair and eyes, despite you not telling him any of that. Oh, but of course he never let you know he knew that... no, you'd think he was a creep! Your interest in him would drop to zero, he'd get the bad end!

That's why he can't let you know. He'll get your good end for sure. After all, dating is just like a game... and he is very good at games.

gloomy_samurai: where do you live btw gloomy_samurai: nothing specific obviously gloomy_samurai: just like a general area

(Y/N): That sounds like something a ☆stalker☆ would ask

gloomy_samurai: ah seven gloomy_samurai: you're right gloomy_samurai: r.i.p. me i guess gloomy_samurai: i'm not stalking you

(Y/N): Ye I know (Y/N): Just messing with u (Y/N): As for where I live (Y/N): Queendom of Roses

gloomy_samurai: really?! gloomy_samurai: no way!! i'm on a vacation there rn!

(Y/N): Woah really? (Y/N): What a coincidence

gloomy_samurai: yeah lol gloomy_samurai: i doubt we're anywhere near each other tho gloomy_samurai: but it'd be cool if we were gloomy_samurai: it'd be nice to meet you in person

(Y/N): Well, maybe we can! (Y/N): Where abouts are you at?

Idia couldn't believe what he was reading. You, wanted to meet up with him! In real life! Sure, he's seen pictures of you on your social medias, it's a completely different experience to see you irl!!

Sure, it means he'll have to, you know, go outside, but whatever! We all make sacrifices for love!

He continued making his plans with you, knowing that soon you two would take your relationship to the next level.

You walked into the coffee shop, hoping to get yourself a breakfast wrap and a doughnut.

You sat down at one of the booth seats, with your newly aquired and much-needed breakfast. It was a nice day. Your wrap tasted good. It was raining outside, but not enough to ruin everything.

But then, someone sat down across from you. He had two cups of coffee, he was wearing a hoodie, his eyes were yellow, and his lips a vibrant blue.

"Hi, (Y/N)~!" He said.

"Do I... know you...?" You asked him.

"Heehee! Of course you do, (Y/N)! But I guess I've never shown you myself... whoops." He shrugged. "Ba bababa baaaa~! It's Gloomy Samurai!" He imitated some kind of video game reveal sound.

"Wait, really?!" You asked. "Wow, you're... different than I expected. N-not a bad different, obviously!"

"It's fine, it's fine, but uh... p-people are... staring at us..." He said, nervously looking around. "Oh seven, I-I shouldn't've done that stupid reveal sound...! Why did I think a bunch of normies wouldn't think that was weird? Dammit!"

"Just act natural, things'll be fine." You assured him.

"A-a-alright, i-if you insist..."

"So what's your name?" You aksed.

"Huh-?"

"I mean, I only know your username, and that's a bit strange to say out in public... y'know, just casually referring to you as Gloomy Samurai might raise some eyebrows." You mentioned. "People might think that's a bit... weird."

"Oh, yeah, I guess... uh, my name's... I-Idia." He said, looking away from you. "And I already know your name, since you use it as your username, which you should change by the way. Anyone could find out who you are with that. Rookie mistake."

"Yeah, I've been meaning to change it..."

"So you live here, huh? Maybe you could, uh... s-show me around, or something?" Idia blushed. His hair was mostly hidden in the hoodie he was wearing, but the bits you could see, you noticed the tips turn pink.

"Oh, sure! That sounds fun! A nice walk in the rain together while I show you around my hometown..."

He didn't need you to do that. He's been keeping track of you for a while. He knows everything about your hometown. But of course... he has to pretend that isn't true.

He's always thought your name was so cute. It would go so well with his last name... (Y/N) Shroud... how fitting! How adorable! He's thought of that more than a few times... the two of you getting married, having two children, having a cute little kitten, living a perfect happily ever after... yes, he's thought about it so much.

You had no idea he thought that, however. Idia was good at hiding it.

You had no idea that when Idia's 'vacation' was over, you would be returning home with him.

Idia was delighted. His life turned out exactly as he'd predicted!

The two of you have a five-year-old daughter, and a baby on the way. You also have an adorable little kitten!

Idia entered your room, closing the door behind him.

"I, uh... I-I got you dinner, darling...!"

You were chained to the bed, tears stained your face.

But the strange thing is...

Every passing day, you feel like you're beginning to actually fall in love with Idia.

#idia shroud #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twst #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twst #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #yandere twst x reader #yandere idia shroud #yandere idia shroud x reader #yandere idia x reader #yandere idia

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goldustwomun · 2 years

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no one knows (e.m.)

pairing: modern! eddie munson x secret gf! reader

summary: it had been your idea to keep your relationship with eddie a secret, but when a party gets out of hand and the jealousy (and alcohol) kicks in, you begin to regret your decision.

warnings: everyone is JEALOUS; possessive eddie; swearing; alcohol; a modern eddie that looks basically like joe but with tattoos and darker hair!; smut smut smut!; fingering (female receiving); dirty talk; a very soft dom eddie; oral (male receiving); bestie chrissy and robin -- i love them; sleepy reader; pet names galore (sweetheart, sweets, petal, a singular pet); not completely edited but i’ll do that in a few hrs!

wc: 4.8k+

note: i have wanted to write this for over a week after listening to THIS AUDIO (18+ -- THIS IS ALSO 18+ LOL SO MINORS DNI!). Hope you all enjoy this horrible but turned dreamy night with our favourite eddie munson <3 oh oh! here’s a little moodboard type thing i also made for modern! eddie :))

The walls were buzzing. From the people, the music, the booze – you weren’t sure. It was just past midnight and you were only now starting to feel the effects of the worryingly cheap wine you’d scored at the minimart. It seemed appropriate, though, needing something more sophisticated than the usual tequila and breezers – all to celebrate the end of another year.

Everyone and their dogs had shown up. People you’d barely even spoken to in tutorials, their friends, significant others, neighbours. Your one bedroom apartment could barely tolerate a night-in with your small group of friends – with Nancy, Jonathan, Steve, Robin, Chrissy, and Eddie – so you were all but certain that, come morning, the place would be trashed.

But fuck it, as you’d told a worried Steve, as friends of friends began pouring through the open door. No more dragging yourself to nine am lectures, barely enduring midterms every few weeks (why were they even called midterms?), being nudged awake by the library after you’d passed out during a late night study session.

You’d all survived another year in hell, so surely, you’d survive this night, as well.

That is, if the handsy girl currently pushing herself into Eddie’s lap didn’t move it before you stormed over there and did it yourself.

You were silently fuming into your half-empty glass, picturing all the ways in which you could saunter over there and (not so) accidentally dump the contents of your glass down the front of her annoyingly low dress.

What was worse was that Eddie was fucking loving it. He wasn’t encouraging the girl’s nefarious intentions, but he was too polite to blatantly push her away.

Plus, he craved the attention, the sly touches and subtle smirks. Would grin in that cheeky way of his that had your toes curling and clinging to his side like he was your anchor and you were lost, helpless and drowning, at sea.

And you knew he did because he loved being showered with praises and endless compliments when he was balls deep inside of you, fucking so hard you saw stars, galaxies, the whole universe. Loved it when you moaned extra loud, talked extra dirty. You could read that man like the back of your hand and, unfortunately for you, no one knew you were seeing each other.

It had been your idea, to keep it all hush until the year was out. You didn’t want it to complicate the dynamics of your friend group, or to distract from assignments and exams, so while the two of you cuddled up with one another on the weekends, slept in each other’s arms when it rained too hard and you wanted him off the roads, you still made him keep up the pretences when others were around.

To anyone else, the two of you were just friends. Close friends, best friends, platonic soulmates – whatever they wanted to think. But never anything more (despite the fact that it was the furthest thing from the truth).

So that meant as much as you wanted to walk up to him, yank that bumbling bimbo off his lap and kiss him, hard and fast, right there, in front of everyone – you couldn’t.

You blew out a slow, calming breath, knocking back the rest of your glass before heaving yourself off of the bar stool, wandering into the kitchen to find a familiar face.

“There you are!” Robin hollered, perched on the kitchen counter, resting her head against the side of the fridge. Chrissy was sitting next to her, a bowl of stale popcorn between them. You slumped into a chair in front of them, leaning forward to grab a handful from the bowl before stuffing it into your mouth. They snickered at the crumbs that rolled down your front, and you only pouted in response.

“What’s up, sweets? Why so down?” Robin cooed, fingers dramatically pinching your cheeks. You scowled, threatening her hands with a snap! of your teeth and she immediately retracted them. “That’s not very nice of you.”

“Yeah, this is your party. Get shitfaced, get up on a table and dance, hell, even kiss a guy, or two, or three…” Chrissy trailed off into a fit of giggles.

You shook your head, slumping back into your chair. “No, no, and no.”

“Well, with that attitude–”

“Robin!” you whined, slapping her thigh in admonishment. “I’m having fun– I am! I’m just– tired, I don't know. It was a long week of finals and I probably shouldn’t have invited sooo many people.”

“Hm. You think?” Chrissy questioned thoughtfully. She hopped off the counter, tugging you up to your feet, and grabbed your face in the palms of her hands. “Look at me. You are an intelligent, independent women, who, by the way, looks so fucking hot right now, and you deserve to celebrate. We can’t have our girl hiding in the kitchen with that pouty look of hers, now can we?”

Robin whooped in agreement, yanking your fridge open and pulling out the bottle of somehow-cheaper-than-the-wine tequila you’d hidden for when you needed a pick-me up. She poured three shots, handing them out as you all grinned at each other, like you knew something the others didn’t.

“Okay– on the count of three. One. Two–” Robin knocked hers back, face scrunching up in distaste as the alcohol burned her throat. You wasted no time, emptying your cup in one go as Chrissy followed your lead.

“F-fuck! That’s– Well, that’s really bad,” you noted, grabbing the bottle from Robin’s hand to inspect the label. “Does tequila expire?” you questioned suddenly, scanning the bottle for any indication of whether you’d live through the night.

“Don’t be silly! We’ll be finneee!” Chrissy insisted. “Now, let’s have some fun.”

Eddie was losing it, watching you from the corner of the room, barely hearing a word anyone else was saying because you looked unnecessarily good, but he had to keep his hands to himself. He’d promised you that, but he couldn’t, at that very moment, remember why he’d agreed.

And wasn’t it the end of the year? That had been the deadline, the goal, make it through finals and then he could shout your name from the rooftops for all you cared. But the two of you had been so busy with de-stressing post-exam and clearing out notes and flashcards that you hadn’t had a chance to talk, to discuss the status of your secret relationship.

He was seeing you for the first time in just over a week, and he couldn’t walk up and kiss you, hard and fast, right there, for everyone to see, and it was killing him.

“Eddie, babes, are you even listening to me right now?” His head snapped in the direction of the girl – Mila? Mary? Mona? – who had been glued to his side like a second skin. It’d be too suspicious for him to pass off the attention of, what he supposed, was an objectively attractive girl, so he entertained her flirtations enough to ward off suspicion.

He’d caught a quick glance of you as you walked into the kitchen. You weren’t facing him so he couldn’t see the look on your face, but from the tension in your shoulders and the way you all but stomped your feet on the ground – you were pissed.

He needed to get out of there.

“I am! I am!” he assured, peeling her hand, which was clutching a little too high up on his thigh for his liking, off of him. “I actually need to use the bathroom, I'll be right back.” He stood up, already scanning the room to find you. You must still be in the kitchen, he decided.

“Do you want me to join you?” she offered, coupled with a suggestive smirk.

“I think I’m alright, but thank you.” Eddie tried to ignore the way she moped into her fist and instead made a beeline for the kitchen. He’d barely gotten a foot past the threshold before you were stumbling into him, and he only just caught you before you face planted into the sticky tile of the floor.

“Eddie! Baby!” You swayed in his arms, steadying yourself by snaking your arms around his neck and staring, glazed over, into his eyes.

You were pissed.

“How much have you had to drink?” he questioned, voice tight and holding your hips so you stopped moving so much.

“I don’t know. Two? Three?” you guessed, nuzzling into the crook of his neck but moaning when his stubble-turned-beard scratched roughly against your face. “God, you need to shave.”

“Two, three, what? Shots? Glasses?” he asked again, trying to keep you focused on the matter at hand.

“Bottles!”

“Are you–!”

“I’m joking, Eds! I had two glasses of wine, and we just had a few shots right now. But I’m fine, sweetheart, I’m so, sooo gooood!”

It was hard to take you seriously when you were stumbling over your words like a baby deer trying to walk, so he turned you around, hands still firmly gripping your waist, as he led you to your bedroom.

“Let’s go lie down for a bit, yeah, sweetheart?” Eddie knew by then that trying to get you to follow basic orders when you were drunk was somehow harder than when you were sober. Being as stubborn as you were, he had learnt that the best course of action would always be a gentle nudging in the right direction.

“Bed? Nooo!” Eddie was trying his best to not laugh at the stubborn pout gracing your features. “I don’t want to go to bed!” You stopped abruptly, twisting in his arms and planting a sloppy kiss on his face, though missing his lips by a few millimetres.

“Come on, petal–” you loved it when he called you that, could disarm you completely until you liquified in his embrace, and this time was no different. “--everyone’s watching, and you’ll be fuming tomorrow morning. Let’s just go to bed,” he pleaded, pecking your cheek.

But his lips were so dangerously soft and you were really beginning to fill the odd mix of alcohol you’d inhaled and there was still that lingering, green-eyed jealousy nagging at the back of your mind and–

Robin rammed into your side before you could say anything else. “I’ve been looking for you! Come on! Come on!” She didn’t stop to hear your protests, yanking you out of Eddie’s reach and dragging you to the centre of the living room.

The speakers were blaring unintelligible indie rock – the kind that you loved to play when you wanted to annoy Eddie (“This isn’t music!”). Chrissy was already bouncing up and down, her usually neat waves of hair whipping wildly around her face. The infectious joy in her movements, in those of the crowd around you, had you jumping around yourself, arms swinging and belting the few lyrics you could decipher.

It was midway into the song when you noticed someone’s hands were on your waist. The pulse of bodies made it impossible to turn and see, but your hazy mind assumed it was Eddie. It wasn’t uncommon for the two of you to get a little more handsy when tipsy (or way past); physical touch was how you communicated your love for each other and your friends.

But when the crowd parted in front of you and Eddie pushed his way through the crowd, your heart dropped. Craning your neck back, an unfamiliar face stared back at you and before you could say anything, you were being yanked out of his arms. He was too out of it to care or notice, but you could see Eddie’s face growing more and more red by the second, and you had an inkling of a feeling that it wasn’t because of how hot it was.

He pushed you behind him easily, Robin and Chrissy holding onto you as they watched, unsure, as Eddie roughly grabbed the offender by his collar.

“Don’t you fucking dare put your hands on her, ever,” he threatended, words low but somehow loud enough to be heard over the music. The dancing had stopped and someone must have turned the music down because you could hear the murmurs around you.

Eddie stepped back, looking around in time to see how everyone was gaping at him. “I think the party’s over,” he stated decidedly, and with that smouldering look in his eyes, no one even attempted to argue.

It was impressive, really, how quickly your apartment emptied. Chrissy and Robin sat with you in the kitchen, forcing you to chug down glasses and glasses of water, but what they didn’t know was that after that incident, you didn’t need help sobering up.

“Will you be okay?” Chrissy asked, concern laced in her words as she plucked a straying hair from across your face.

“Yeah, don’t worry. Everything's fine, I just think we need to talk a few things through…”

They both nodded, collecting their bags to leave, but Robin hesitated at the front door. Turning to face you, she asked, tentatively, “So you and Eddie…?”

“Me and Eddie,” you confirmed. Their faces lit up and you were hit with an instant bout of regret, wishing you hadn’t over complicated everything and just told your friends about you and Eddie. But it was what you needed at the time, feeling so out of control with every aspect of your life that you wanted to safeguard the peace and comfort you felt with Eddie.

“We’re happy for you, sweets,” she cooed, giving you a tight hug and shutting the door behind them.

You sighed, forehead resting against the cool wood. You’re not sure how long you stood there, simply breathing, before someone cleared their throat behind you. You turned and Eddie was standing just a little too far away for your liking. There was this distant look in his eyes you’d never seen before. The two of you were open books when it came to communication, and you read him with the same familiarity of your favourite novel.

“Eddie,” you began, worried by where this conversation was headed. The thoughts had already begun – maybe you’d pushed him a little too much, not listened enough. You wouldn’t blame him if he ended it right there, you could see the exhaustion in the way his shoulders hunched forward.

You’d never seen him so deadly, so inconceivably angry. He hadn’t frightened you, he could never frighten you, but you hated knowing you’d done that to him. Caged him into a corner where he’d stewed quietly, only for the rage to build and explode in your face, in everyone’s face.

But he never let you finish because he’d closed that distance between you, pulling you into his arms and kissing you so desperately, you were certain he’d swallow you whole (and you’d happily let him). He held you like he never wanted to let you go, would rather mould you to his body so you’d be stuck with him forever. “Can we not do that again? I think I almost punched the guy,” he mumbled into your mouth, voice still hoarse.

“Yeah, yeah, I think that’s a good idea,” you agreed eagerly, leaning up on your tiptoes to wind your arms around his neck. Then Eddie pushed forward, your back connecting, or slamming more like, into the door as he slipped his fingers into yours, yanking them off his body and holding them above your head.

You realised, then, that he was still seething, only quietly, under that calm exterior of his. You just needed to bring it out, provoke him a little, let him expel that anger in the best way you knew how.

Turning your head away from his prying lips, you admitted,“I told Robin and Chrissy.”

“What?” was all he managed, panting and entirely focused on capturing your mouth again.

“I told them. We don’t have to keep us a secret, Eddie, not if you don’t want to.” He was frozen, rooted to the spot like a predator stalking its prey, and fortunately for you, you were spread out, exposed, for him to take you as he pleased.

He rushed forward, mouthing his way down your neck, leaving bruises across your collarbone with your hands still pinned to the door. “Everyone’s going to know you’re mine,” he growled into your skin, making his way back to your mouth where he nipped and sucked your already swollen lips.

“Fuck– yeah, yeah, I’m yours, Eddie.” You were already whimpering under his ministrations, though he hadn’t even touched you, not properly. But the way he spoke to you, the way he kissed and held you like he owned you – it was impossible to resist; you had no choice but to comply and let him take care of you in the way he knew best.

With his hands, his lips, his hard cock that you could feel pressed against your quivering thighs.

“Bed, Eddie, bed–” you choked out, shoving your body against his so he stumbled back, eyes wide as they traced over your heated, heaving frame. He nodded, grasping your hand in his as he tugged you towards your bedroom door. He turned the handle, cursing in frustration when it resisted.

“What’s fucking wrong– It won’t–” You pushed him out of the way, reaching into the back pocket of your jeans, pulling out the key (you always locked the door when you hosted anything). But the way your hands were shaking, feeling Eddie’s warm breath against the shell of your ear with how close he was stood behind you, large hands grasping onto your hips.

Fuck– you couldn’t get the key into the hole, and when one of Eddie’s slid down the front of your jeans, teasingly lowering the zipper of your jeans. He was cruel, so fucking cruel. And he was so good about it as well, could have you begging for it meaner, harder, faster.

His hand dipped into your pants, cupping you – a crude image to behold let alone be on the receiving end of – and you groaned defeatedly, free hand slamming against the door. “What’s wrong, petal, can’t get it in?” He was mocking you and you could do nothing but take it, legs now trembling beneath you because his hand was where you wanted, but there was no pressure, no friction, nothing to make it feel–

You all but shouted when the key slipped in, the door giving way and you would have face planted into the carpet if it hadn’t been for Eddie, holding you up. “That’s a good girl, got there eventually, didn’t ya’.” He walked behind you, urging you forward, and using the toe of his boot to shut the door behind him.

“Eddie– Please–” you whined, head leaning back into his chest as he refused to give you what you wanted.

“I know, pet, I know. It hurts, doesn’t it?” You could only nod, words escaping you as you threw the key at the wall, your hands scrambling to reach behind you and tug on his short curls.

You didn’t expect it, couldn’t have, but he let out the most delicious groan you’d ever heard, your brain must have short circuited because the next thing you knew, he was spinning you around and claiming your mouth once again.

“That was– That–” He must have felt it too, barely managing to form a sentence between his frantic kisses and wondering, squeezing, hands. “Do it again, sweets, tug it for me.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.” He’d never asked for it before, and it wasn’t that you didn’t like it, Jesus, you were worried you liked it a little too much, but you were both high on jealousy and relief and–

“It’s fine, I swear– It hurts, but it’s good, just– do it again, please.” He was begging and really, how could you say no to him? He was tugging your pants down and you slipped out of them easily, all the while you took the opportunity to tug on his short strands of hair and bite into the hard line of his jaw.

“Such a quick learner– that’s it,” he encouraged, walking you back until your legs hit the edge of your bed.

You stopped him, grasping his face in your hands so he had no choice but to halt his movements and look at you. He looked worried, worried that he’d misstepped or taken it too far, but the haze in your eyes and the dopey smile on your face had his thoughts venturing elsewhere.

“You okay, sweetheart?” His voice was deathly sweet. “Want something, don’t you?”

There it was, the familiarity, the telling look or feeling the both of you shared. He knew you– knew you so well that you didn’t even need to speak for him to figure out what exactly it was you wanted. But he’d make you say it anyway, relished in the way you stuttered over your requests.

For someone so incredibly dirty in bed, you could get shy real fast under those dark doe eyes of his.

“Can I taste you Eddie, please?”

Eddie grinned, slipping his hand around your wrist and guiding it to the front of his pants, where he was hard and aching and the outline of his cock was so blatant, just begging for attention. “What– my lips not enough for you?” he asked breezily.

“No! They’re good, so good, but I just– want you to feel good, too,” you insisted, already undoing the button of his jeans and tugging the zipper down.

“Well, when you ask so pretty,” he admitted, breathing heavy with the way in which he watched your nimble fingers reach into his pants. “Of course, sweetheart, you can have a taste.”

“Get on your knees, petal.” You obliged immediately, tugging down his jeans along the way. “That’s it, now pull me out,” he instructed gently, tucking your hair behind your ear. You couldn’t help but tilt your head to the side, sweetly pecking the palm of his hand before reaching to pull his boxers down as well.

With how hard he was, you were surprised he wasn’t even more of a desperate mess. “Jesus Christ, Eddie,” you moaned at the sight of him, unable to hold back, so you shifted closer, carpet burning your knees but you ignored it— attention entirely transfixed on Eddie and his pleasure.

You held him in one hand, the other gripping his thigh for balance. His hips flinched the second your cool skin connected with his, and he moaned brokenly. “Go on, sweetheart, you know what to do,” he crowed, unbuttoning the sheer material of shirt and tossing it blindly behind him. He was afraid to look away, even for a second, not wanting to miss a moment of you.

The both of you were eager to pleasure the other, but Eddie would always manage to coax you onto your back so he could drop between your thighs and pull one, two, sometimes three (if he had the time) orgasms from you. It wasn’t often he let you return to the favour so you were eager to please.

Kissing the leaking tip of him, you whined at the salty taste, nails digging into the skin of his thigh, surely enough to leave marks you’d kiss at in the morning. “F– Fuck– Teasing me, are you?” he growled, entire body tensing as he held back the urge to fuck into your mouth himself. “Don’t be so cruel, sweets, thought you wanted me to feel good?”

You stared up at him, the picture of innocence if it weren’t for his pulsing cock in your mouth. So you took the opportunity, the heated eye contact, to take as much as you could of him into the wetness of your mouth, almost gagging before you pulled back, warm, panting breaths caressing him.

You traced your tongue against the bulging vein that covered the entire length of him, stopping to suck on his blooming tip and lap messily at the sensitive slit. He jerked then, unable to stop himself, as his hands gripped your head still.

“S-Stop. Don’t wanna come, not like this,” he insisted, and you whined in disapproval. Eddie tugged your head back by your hair, bending at the waist to kiss you hard on the mouth, groaning at the taste of himself on your lips. “Think that’s enough. Your turn, pet.”

On trembling legs, you pulled yourself up, pulling your top off and reaching back to unhook your bra – all in one go. Eddie could only watch, suddenly helpless, as more and more of your skin became exposed, all for him to touch and hold and kiss.

You really were going to kill him one day.

“Lie back on the bed,” he ordered, moving forward with you. You waited for him to do something, anything.

“You’ve been awfully quiet, sweetheart, not sure I like it,” he noted, tracing the tip of his nose along the cut of your jaw. Eddie stopped at your ear, whispering, “Do you think you're wet enough?”

He shifted back to hear your answer, and you took his hand, placing it right where you wanted him, ached for him, before responding, “I dunno, Eds, what do you think?” His mouth dropped open as he felt the slick coating you, grazing your clit as he tore his gaze from you and stared at where you gaped for him.

“Fucking hell,” he swore under his breath.

If this was Hell, he didn’t want to leave, would let the fire consume him if it meant he had you spread out like this. And if this was Heaven, he surely hadn’t done enough to deserve it, to deserve you.

“For me?” he asked, completely in awe of you. Eddie wasted no time in slipping two fingers into you, moaning with you as he fucked in and out at a tantalising pace. You fell back into the mattress, hips lifting in search of something more, more, more.

“We have all night, sweets, no need to rush,” Eddie insisted, watching intently where his fingers slide into you.

“Please– Please–” You weren’t making sense, words mumbled incoherently under the loud, wet noise of his fingers. But you just needed him to move the slightest bit faster, the slightest bit deeper. You were right there, on the verge of falling apart but unable to free fall into oblivion.

“I can’t hear you, petal, gonna need to speak up,” he cooed, forehead resting against your own so he could watch your pink, nipped-at lips form the words he was just waiting to hear.

“Please, Eddie,” you whined louder, fingers gripping the sheets so tight you were sure they’d give in and rip soon enough. “I want to cum, please, let me cum.”

“You wanna cum?” he asked again, the hand not currently pulling you apart, bit by bit, skimming the bed to hold yours in a tight grip. He squeezed your hand once, twice, before giving in. “Okay, sweetheart, I can do that for you,” he promised with a kiss to your cheek as if he wasn’t taunting you only moments ago.

His fingers sped up immediately, insistently pushing against that spongy bit inside of you that had you quivering in his arms and your eyes fluttering shut. That, coupled with his thumb pressing into your clit was what finally pushed you over the edge.

You must have blacked out for a moment or two because once you opened your eyes, there was Eddie Munson, slipping his drenched, shining fingers into his mouth as his gaze trailed across your spent frame.

You couldn’t help but gape up at him, and he only smirked, leaning down to burry his face into your neck. “I think I’m dead,” you mumbled, tracing the tattoos inked onto his bicep.

“Had a feeling, sweetheart. We can stop if you want.” He was smoothing your hair back, covering your face with kisses – on your cheeks, your chin, your forehead, either eye – anywhere he could reach, and you scrunched your face at his attack.

“What about your–” you stared pointedly at where he was still hard, and he giggled into her mouth.

“I’ll deal with it myself, don’t worry. You look exhausted.”

“Well that’s real sweet of you.” He got up, blatantly ignoring your glare and instead, mockingly pinching your nose. You leaned up on your elbows, watching as he pulled his boxers back on, rummaging through the pile of clothes before throwing your underwear and t-shirt at you.

“Thank you!” you called as he disappeared into the bathroom, probably to ‘deal’ with himself, as he’d put it.

You woke up what must have been a few hours later, the lights in your room turned off and a sleeping Eddie tucked in, close, against your back. You don’t remember falling asleep but Eddie wasn’t wrong, you were absolutely exhausted.

Swivelling under his arm, you burrowed into his front, your head tucking neatly under his. He sighed in his sleep, face devoid of those usual lines of joy, worry, whatever it was. He was completely, blissfully, at ease.

Neither of you were that good at hiding your feelings, and you were just glad you wouldn’t have to anymore.

The world had to know – you were in love with Eddie Munson, and you think he might even love you back.

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beeindaclouds · 1 year

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What Halloween couple outfit you wear w/ the DSMP

Includes: Dream, Georgenotfound, Sapnap, Badboyhalo, Skeppy, Quackity, Karl Jacobs, Wilbur Soot, C!Philza, C!Technoblade, Nihachu, Eret, Punz, FoolishGamers, Awesamdude

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Reader: GN - They/Them

A.N: Can I just say, if the DT picture's don't have them dressed as the Power Puff Girls, I'll be angry >:[ /hj

Dream: Spiderman & MJ [Spiderman]

Did I get this idea from the face reveal? Yes.

Like I imagine most of your pictures being his facea slightly shown, just as a tease, even if he has face revealed already lol. And the obligatory upside down kiss u.u

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Georgenotfound: Team Rocket [Pokemon]

Honestly, I had no ideas for George-

But I think the costume would suit him, and you would 100% make a tik tok w/ the team rocket catch phrase

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Sapnap: Killua & Gon [HunterxHunter]

This is just me manifesting Sapnap cosplaying as Killua

The outfits are pretty comfy, and don't take much time to make. You two also probably bought very very cheap wigs and just went with it. But y'all looked adorable anyway

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Badboyhalo: Shaggy & Velma + Scooby

This was definetly just a way to get Rat to dress up as something too

Again, the outfits are pretty simple and, by the end of the night, you had so many pictures of Rat with the Scooby's collar and a headband with similar ears to his too. Your memory card is probably almost full by then haha

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Skeppy: Robin & Steve [Stranger Things] [Platonic]

Skeppy suits Steve's whole character so much

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I feel like they have similar personalities, and Stranger Things couldn't be more well known, so you two found a great costume

Quackity: Mario & Sonic

Honestly, I wanted to put a funny outfit but couldn't think of one T^T

I mean this one is not bad, especially after the whole "Chris Pratt" situation, it couldn't be funnier to dress up as Mario. And Sonic has been popping off w/ it's movies, so what a great couple haha

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Karl Jacobs: Prince Bubblegum & Marshall Lee [Adventure Time]

Really wanted him to have an Adventure Time costume, and what could be more perfect then these two?

Karl dressed in a prince like pink costume, while you rock a casual Marshall lee like costume. You definetly used the confidence you had in the costume to tease Karl a little, which he did not found funny at all. You could see it in his pink tinted cheeks

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Wilbur Soot: Harry & Ginny [Harry Potter]

This could also be changeable, maybe if you are more of a Drarry fan you could dress up as Draco

Regardless, Wilbur is already British, so what more could be perfect? He has the glasses, the attitude and just needs a costume and the typical lightning scar on his forehead

Technoblade: Thing 1 & Thing 2

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Philza: The Addams Family [Platonic]

Tristin and Phil would look absolutely adorable as Morticia and Gomez. Then you, and the rest of SBI, get to choose who to be of the family u.u

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Look me in the eyes, and tell me this isn't perfect? Right, you can't!

Cause let's be honest, Techno would be too lazy to make a costume. And with this one you just gotta have a red shirt and a circle of paper with "Thing 1/2" written on it

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Nihachu: Angel and Devil

Feel like this outfit is so overused by now

But you two found that it suited you very much, so you went with it anyway and looked damn good in the costume!

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Eret: Jack & Sally [Nightmares before Christmas]

Honestly, the outfits you can make for this are spectacular!

And you could easily agree on who to be. Eret could be Jack in his typical suit or Sally in her usual dress, and vice versa w/ you. We love a versatile couple u.u

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Punz: Nick & Judy [Zootopia]

Ok- hear me our- Nick's personality is basically Punz's-

And who wouldn't want to see Punz in some cute fox ears and a tail? Definitely not you. I can already hear Punz teasing you with the "Smart fox, dumb bunny" line hehe

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FoolishGamers: Sandy & Danny [Grease]

There are some aspects of Danny that don't suit Foolish, at all, but the costume would look amazing on y'all

You two also tried learning one of the dance too, it didn't end well, but the video attempts were hilarious and a great memory for the future

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Awesamdude: Cosmo & Wanda [Fairly Odd Parents]

Did I mainly go w/ the fact that Sam's color scheme is mostly green? Yes-

But the costume is easy, and you two rock it completely. You could also put your own spin on the costume, just to make it more unique!

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illicitlimerence-writes · 2 years

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summer of love | m. verstappen

pairing: max verstappen x singer!actress!reader word count: 3.1k words request: yes by anon: “singer actress reader having a close bond with max's whole family? also his little siblings and nephews 🥺 and max watches on lovingly as she plays with them and realizes that he wants this with her?” prompt: long car rides with the windows down + catching waves + picking up cute seashells from this prompt list. warnings: not proofread! babies! language probably. i don’t know what else lolol it’s 3am and i want to sleep but i just couldn’t wait to finish this. apologies if you find a mac instead of max or a luca instead of luka lol i tried my best but autocorrect is a bitch a/n: we’re done with this!!!!!! i’m so happy!!!!! i hope you all liked these little summer stories<33 also i just can't stop writing for these two. i love them with all my being

my masterlist / summer of love masterlist / part one of the max x singer!actress reader / part two / part three

for the final week of holidays, she and max traveled back to europe, wanting to get used to the time difference.

they’d rented a villa in spain so max’s family could join them. ever since she met max’s mom and sister, they welcomed her in their lives, first as his friend and then as his everything.

someone who she was excited to meet were his nephews. due to conflicting schedules between all of them she hadn’t had the chance to meet max’s mini twins yet. but from the pictures max had proudly shown her, she was already in love with them.

“mom says they just landed,” max announced as he walked out to the garden, where she sat by the edge of the pool, her legs in the water. “they’ll be here in like two hours,”

“and the boys?” she asked immediately, her hand reaching for his once he sat next to her.

“fell asleep during the plane ride, but vic says they’re excited.”

“exicted to see you,” she guessed, a smile making its way to her face. “i can’t wait to meet them. you think they’ll like me?”

“of course they’ll like you!” he chuckled, throwing an arm over her shoulders, “they’re the sweetest boys,”

“i know. and i know you love them to death, that’s why i worry that-”

“you don’t have to worry. they’ll love you. okay?”

“okay,” she nodded, placing her head on max’s shoulder.

she stayed back as she watched max embrace his sister, she looked gorgeous as ever, with her two boys on a double stroller. max let go of her, kneeling in front of his nephews as he undid the belts. victoria went outside to grab her and the boys’ bags just as luka jumped out, wrapping his tiny arms around max’s neck, which caused max to fall on his back with the boy on top of him. she chuckled, noticing how lio wanted to get out of the stroller as well. she walked to him, kneeling next to max and luka as max sat up, and helped lio, placing him on her lap. luka noticed her, and she could feel his curious eyes on her.

“hi, luka.” she smiled at him, reaching for his hand. the boy leaned against max.

“it’s okay. this is (y/n), she wants to be your friend,” max explained, his voice soft as he spoke to his nephew, meanwhile the youngest boy had taken great interest in her bracelets and was playing with them. luke looked up at max, and her breath got caught in her throat as she saw the resemblance between the two, well, three of them. big blue eyes, chubby cheeks, the same blonde hair.

“friend?” the boy repeated, or tried to, and the two adults nodded. “we play?” he asked.

“of course, we can play whatever you want to.” she smiled, nodding. the baby on her lap started fuzzing, so she had to turn her attention to him. “and i can play with you too, lio. we’ve got time,”

the quiet of the villa when it was just the two of them had disappeared. now there was music, laughter and the sound of two small boys playing with their uncle. it had been two days, and her fears of the boys not liking her were long gone. after the shyness of the first meeting, luka had quickly trusted her and handed her toys so she’d play with him. first, max had been there to make sure the boy knew he was safe with her, but with time luka felt enough at ease to do it himself.

things were easier with the younger boy, as long as she kept him entertained, he was fine with spending time with her.

a few days before their time in spain was up, victoria and her boyfriend announced they had to leave earlier than expected, and (y/n) could tell that max was feeling pretty down about it. just the day before, they’d made plans to take the boys to the beach, just the four of them.

“we’ll have other chances,” she told max, running her fingers through his hair, pushing it away from his face. it was late, everyone was asleep, but max kept turning on the bed, and she knew something was up.

“i know,” he nodded, “i was just really looking forward to it, and i’d promised them i’d take them. they didn’t even see the things we got them,”

“well, we can still go to the beach just us,” she tried to lift his spirits up, her insides turning at how much he truly cared about keeping his promise to his nephews. “it won’t be the same, i know, but we’ll see them again next week. and the next,” max’s two home races were one after the other, and his whole family agreed to be there to support him. “you should sleep, we’ll figure something out tomorrow. okay?”

“yeah,” he sighed, placing a kiss on her shoulder.

“just remember that the boys will love you even if you don’t take them to the beach,”

“i know,” he sighed, throwing his arm over her, pulling her close so her back was against his chest.

“leave the boys,” was the first thing max told his sister the next morning.

“what?” she frowned, as she zipped up her bag.

“the boys. leave them here, with me and (y/n).”

“and you’re going to take care of them? two boys under two?” she raised her eyebrows.

“i mean… i’ve done it before,” he shrugged.

“for like… fifteen minutes,”

“please! i wanted to take them to the beach today, and we bought them some new toys and stuff for the beach,”

“i don’t know, i-”

“we’ll take good care of them! i promise. they’ll have the best time. and you can take care of whatever you have to without having to worry about them.”

“oh, i will worry,” max rolled his eyes at his sister, making her laugh. “why are you so adamant about this?”

“it’s just… i’ve missed them.” he shrugged, “and they’re starting to open up to (y/n)...”

“and?” his sister urged him to continue, sensing there was still something he wasn’t telling her.

“and i like… seeing her with them. and if we take care of the boys it might… we’ll have some practice- for… our future,”

“max,” the younger verstappen’s eyes went wide, “you want to have kids?” she couldn’t hold back a smile, having children was a topic max always avoided whenever he could, she was surprised that this time he was the one bringing it up.

“i- not right now, obviously. but maybe… one day? if she wants to,”

“but do you want to?”

“i- i… with her, yes. only with her… i want everything with her. and- i know it’s soon, so, so soon, but- i’ve never felt this way before. it’s hard to explain.”

“you’re in love.” she smiled, placing a hand on her brother’s shoulder.

“i think i’ve loved her since the day i met her, it’s… everything is easy with her. and i feel like as long as she’s by my side i can… do anything. everything.”

“oh, max,” victoria smiled, wrapping her arms around her older brother, “i’m so happy for you. you deserve to be happy, and-”

“vic! vic, vic, i have an idea!” their moment was interrupted by (y/n), who ran into the room, holding both boys in her arms. she in her tracks as she saw the siblings embrace each other. “shit! sorry, i’ll be back later!”

“no, it’s okay. what’s up?” victoria said, keeping an arm around her brother’s shoulders.

“i was thinking… what if we, max and i, take care of the boys for you?” she raised her eyebrows, “that way they can still enjoy the beach and you’ll have a few days to yourselves,” her smile was wide, as if she’d just come up with the greatest plan.

victoria sent her brother a knowing glance.

“i think that’s a wonderful idea. what do you say lio? luka? you’ll stay with uncle max and auntie (y/n)?”

“boys are buckled in. snacks are packed. toys are ready. we’ve got sunscreen, water, diapers. i think we’re ready,” she said, closing the door once she got in.

“let’s go then. who wants to go to the beach?” max asked his nephews, turning his head back to look at them. he was happy to see them smiling, dressed in swimming shorts, sunglasses on.

he started the car, the ac blasting on, music playing. she’d added a playlist victoria made of songs the boys liked to her phone, and was surprised to see so many of her own songs in it.

after the first few beats of her song, luke started mumbling, trying to say the words, following the rhythm.

“you like that, luka?” she smiled as she looked back, the boy’s blue eyes shining as he kept singing, his legs kicking in excitement. “oh, you’re my favorite boys!” she turned back to look at max, “he knows my songs!” she chuckled, grabbing her phone to record the moment. “sing it, luka, you too, lio!” she laughed, and started singing too. luka stopped mumbling, a frown on his face as he heard her voice. “it’s me, luka! i’m the one singing,”

“he’s starstruck,” max laughed, checking through the rear-view mirror. “keep singing,” max said as he turned the volume down, “i like hearing you sing, too.”

“ah, for private performances you need to contact my manager,” she snickered, turning the phone towards max to record his eyeroll.

“you didn’t say anything last night when we pulled out that performance-”

“max! there are children present,” she laughed, as she stopped recording, looking at him, “i swear,” she shook her head.

“oh, you love it. you love me,” he said, keeping one hand on the wheel, the other one finding hers.

“that i do.” she nodded. she gripped his hand, looking out the window, seeing the beach approaching.

once they picked a perfect spot on the beach, they got all of their things out, sitting the boys on a large beach towel under a sunshade. a stark difference from their relaxation spot in hawaii.

“don’t you two look adorable! look here, we need proof for your mom that you guys are actually having fun,” she grabbed her phone and started taking pictures and videos of them. “there. see? it’s not that hard!”

“or maybe it’s just they’re the greatest boys ever,” max said as he sat down, grabbing lio and sitting him on his lap.

“ooh, i think it’s time for presents, what do you think?” she said, grabbing a bag where they’d stuffed everything they’d gotten the boys back in hawaii. floaties, things to play with the sand, and two mini surfboards.

“i think we should test these out,” max said grabbing lio’s green surfboard, the baby slapped his hands on the surface, “he agrees,” he smiled, “i told you they’d like them.”

“yeah, i know,” she nodded, “now come on, everybody, let’s put on sunscreen and we can get in the water.” she clapped her hands, reaching for it. once luka was covered in it, she passed the bottle to max, who struggled a bit more with little lio. “here,” she said, sitting luka on her lap and grabbing lio’s hand. she started singing, which distracted the eight-month-old baby, so max could apply a thick layer of sunscreen to his youngest nephew. “team work. we’ve got this, baby,” she chuckled, leaning forward to place a kiss on max’s cheek. “last ones to reach the water lose,” she rushed the words out, grabbing luka’s orange surfboard and running towards the water.

luka started laughing, his little excited laughter gave her butterflies in her stomach. she’d never been the best with kids, but these two were absolute angels. the resemblance to max was a plus.

“cheat!” max yelled from behind her, lio’s giggle were so loud too. she dared one look back, seeing them closer than she expected.

“nooo, come on, luka, we’ve gotta beat them,” she said, running faster and holding onto the boy a little tighter. “just a few more steps,” she set the boy down so he could run with her. he squealed at the feeling of the sand against his feet, refusing to keep on walking as he enjoyed the cold sand against his skin. “luka, come on,” she chuckled but the boy sat on his bum, grabbing fistfuls of sand, spreading it over his legs. “looks like we’re playing with sand first,” she smiled, shaking her head as she sat with her legs crossed beneath her. “change of plans,” she looked up to see max and lio approach them.

“luka, let’s go in the water, come on.” max tried to convince his oldest nephew to get up, but he was too enthralled by the cold and wet sand.

“you two go ahead, we’ll play here for a bit, yeah?” she suggested, squinting, having forgotten her sunglasses with the rest of their stuff.

“you sure? we can all stay here and-” max started, but she shook her head.

“i want to see lio on his surfboard. we’ll meet you there in a bit, yeah?” she stood up, sliding her arms around his waist, max wrapped his free arm around her shoulders, bringing her to him and placing his lips on hers. she hummed into the kiss, but it was cut short by lio slapping their cheeks. “okay, mister, no need to be impatient,” she pinched his cheek.

she sat next to luka, watching out for him as he played freely. in the water, max was trying to keep lio up as he pulled the board with one hand.

“look at your brother,” she pointed ahead, luka followed her finger, “yay lio!” she clapped for him, and the oldest boy imitated her. she laughed, leaning forward to kiss his temple. “you’re such a good boy, luka.”

max looked at them, and he felt his chest getting warm. if she was this kind and caring about his nephews he couldn’t imagine how she’d be like with their own little nuggets one day.

“let’s keep catching waves, lio, we’ll get there.” max ran his hand through his youngest nephew’s hair, keeping him pressed against his chest with that arm, pulling the board with his free hand.

hours passed, and at some point during the day they switched kids. they played with the boys in the water, using their toys and fun floaties. when the oldest boy started getting tired max carried him out. after changing him out of his wet clothes, max sat with luka on his lap as the boy ate some watermelon, whilst she walked with lio in her arms. once luka was done eating, he leaned his head against max’s chest, his eyelids getting heavy by the second.

“you sleepy, buddy?” max asked, kissing the top of his head. luka only cuddled closer to him. “come here, let’s sleep for a bit, yeah?” max lied down on his back, placing his nephew on top of him, max closed his eyes once luka’s breathing got even, deep.

“look at this, lio!” she squealed, placing the boy down and sitting next to him. she moved some sand away, grabbing what she’d spotted. “it’s a seashell! here,” she handed it to him. he wrapped his tiny fingers around it, inspecting it. “it’s pretty, isn’t it?” she smiled as he brought his hand down, chucking some of it away like she’d done. “let’s go find some more, than we can bring some for uncle max and luka, yeah?” she extended her arms, the boy crawling to her. “good boy, lio.” she chuckled when the boy crawled to her lap, his hands on her shoulders. “come on, let’s find more seashells,”

once the sun started going down she thought it was a good time to head home. after getting a few handfuls of seashells she walked back to the spot where max and luka were waiting for them, with lio perched on her hip.

“they’re asleep, lio,” she whispered to the boy, “don’t they look adorable?” she sighed, noticing max’s protective hand on luka’s back, “i think it’s time for an outfit change and a little snack,” she sat next to the sleeping verstappens, lying the baby on the towel, changing him. after that she sat him on her lap. she reached for the cooler where they were keeping all their food and drinks, taking lio’s water bottle and a jar of baby food out.

once she was done feeding lio. max stirred, frowning as he opened his eyes.

“hey, sleeping beauty,” she laughed as max pressed his hands against his face, being careful with the sleeping boy on top of him.”i think we’re all a little tired,” she said as the baby on her lap yawned. “think we should call it a day?” she asked.

“yeah, i don’t think i can drive like this, though,” he chuckled, looking at her. “you look really pretty,”

“i’m a mess.” she shook her head. “lio and i picked these for you,” she said as she pointed to the sea shells sitting on the other side of the towel.

“thank you. and no, you look… at peace.”

“after spending the day with two under two running around at the beach?” she chuckled, “i don’t know if i would call it peace. although it wasn’t as bad as i had thought, i had fun. and i think they had fun, too.”

“yeah. i think so too. parenting isn’t that hard after all.” max smiled.

“right? we’ve so got this.”

“yeah, we do.” his smile changed, he pursed his lips, deep in thought.

“one day, though. not now,”

“yeah. one day.” he agreed.

“good. now… let’s get these boys home, i think the car ride will help them sleep some more.”

“yeah, with the sun and the water, i think they’ll sleep through the entire night.”

“like i said, we’ve so got this parenting thing,” she smiled, proud of herself.

once everything was packed in the car, she sat behind the wheel, a still sleepy max next to her. she turned on the car, lowering the volume of the music. the ac started blasting on, but she turned it off, choosing instead to let the breeze cool them all as she pressed a button to roll the windows down.

“smells like salt,” max smiled, turning to face her.

“you don’t like it?” she asked, he shook his head.

“i do. it’s just… peculiar. for some reason i didn’t notice it until now.”

“that’s cause you were smelling babies all day,” she laughed, leaving the beach behind as she drove away. he didn’t reply, only smiled as he turned the volume up a bit, just loud enough to recognize the song.

max fell asleep to the sound of her singing softly.

she had to deal with three grumpy verstappens once they got home.

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gen question but isnt dedegoon or dedesuka or whatevr a proship? ive seen some ppl calling it a proship cuz its abusive but your bio says proship dni so idk if its ok to ship or what (sorry im new to this)

hiya! thank you for your ask! it isnt and heres why

first of all i am /Not/ proship. i am not anti-anti or whatever either. what drives me to ship them is the fact theyre friends who like to be in each other's company. i like their sweet moments together. they bond over scamming an innocent population and bullying children. they're partners in crime. theyre besties who talk shit about others as a hobby.

i also don't think theyre already dating. i look at their relationship and im like. you guys have some kind of weird crush on each other and you're also selfish assholes. they're in the world's worst situationship.

"but dedede whacks escargoon a lot!" not only does escargoon get physical towards him too (the dynamic starts shifting in the dentist episode) but his "punishments" are often for a reason. escargoon is often very mean to dedede. in almost every episode he calls him hopeless or stupid or ugly or anything like that. and that gets him a whack. if i were dedede i'd do that too! it'd piss me off! having my lackey who i pay and who i consider my best friend insult me so overtly over and over LOL. but does escargoon ever try and stop him his evil doing? hell no! the guy helps him and gives him advice and ideas! he is NOT a good guy either. he loves being mean! he literally says it!

of course escargoon cares a loy about him. pretty sure everyone is aware. i don't even need to compile all the times he runs after him or worries about his well being. one time he "left" after he realised he'd have to do all the waddle dee's chores and didn't want to do his job. guess who's shown tearing up when seeing what poor state dedede is in after being left all on his own. he's always protecting him and defending him (sometimes backhandedly) from other people. he holds dedede dear. it's obvious he does. he's an old man, he's not being manipulated into liking dedede. he genuinely cares about the guy.

there are episodes where they bicker a lot but end up getting along, episodes where they're the best of friends and episodes focused on their resentment against one another. the show kind of yoyos with their relationship. it's not really anything to take seriously. if you get offended from their interactions you'd get a heart attack from watching looney tunes. the back and forth of their dynamic is part of the fun!

I *highly* recommend watching the original version of the show as the dub often replaces sweet lines they share with jokes that don't really hit the mark. it's a shame. (however i will give the dub some credit on occasion)

Actually, i have a [post] that compiles a lot of sweet screenshots of them together. it doesnt include the times where they hold on to each other in the cannons or in the whispy woods episode or when esxargoon said "isnt this strange? can't you feel we're striving apart?" and dedede says "what! that's ridiculous!" in a lighthearted voice. or when escargoon makes a joke about a late night drive being romantic and dedede just? laughs in agreement? there's a scene where they call each other stupid in the most friendly way ever. i actually have a handy twitter of fun scenes where escargoon gets away with some things (doesn't include when escargoon yells at him in the fireworks episode or orders him in episode 69), like saying *he's* actually the one in power because dedede isn't competent enough to reign. or dedede understanding escargoon's concerns of him becoming dumber than he is already.

they're just villains who are attached to each other and are a team no matter what.

escargoon protects dedede a lot, and he cares about him more than what his job entails, but people tend to forget he's got a special place in dedede's heart too.

dedede keeps an album of pictures they took together. he never threatens to fire him and, as far as i know, never even cuts his salary and is the only one in the castle to even have a bonus. he shares the food he keeps from the waddle dees with him in episode 93. he clarifies he doesnt want knuckle joe's monsters to attack either of them. he's fine spending large amounts of money on him. twice? he never calls him ugly somehow. he even thanks him for having put up with him for so long and serving him well when the world is about to end. and then he clings unto him because he's scared of dying alone. his way of showing affection is not the "im crying because i think you're in danger" type of way that escargoon shows a lot but it's there.

Of course i don't think they're perfect gay rep. that's literally so stupid. you think im gonna look at two dumbasses who are bitter towards one another from what, a parodic, satirical children's anime from the early 2000s, and go "hmm yes this is what every queer couple should aspire to be this is peak lgbt rep"

If we're gonna talk about them how about we talk about some issues this show has that no one ever addresses. the colorism of the uv episode that is not put into question, not even by tiff, the moral compass. the rising sun imagery that is very much intentional as dedede is a caricature. the fatphobia? the fact kirby calls kawasaki and nagoya homos??? straight up???

people often blame episode 88, and yeah, it's not my favorite episode either. everyone's weird in that episode, not just dedede! yabui is far from empathetic, even the ebrums are disrespectful, and escargoon taunts dedede into chasing him for laughs and teases him about his old age. even at the end he teases him. i think it's one of those episodes that you just have to blame on the writers kinda like 89 (for example this one has got the right message but the execution is painful to watch. poor tiff.)

now, if 88 had changed their relationship it'd be a different matter. there are some sweet moments they share outside of their general "partners in crime" dynamic past episode 88 in my post actually! my favorite is the one where dedede has his arm around escargoon who's curled up like a cat while they're sleeping and the waddle dees are tucking them in from episode 91. it makes me so happy.

i could probably talk so, so much more about them. they're a huge comfort to me. however i don't trust just anyone with them. i am very much aware some people like them for the wrong reasons. but if you have a brain you can see where i'm coming from.

the show makes fun of them because they're evil, self-centered cowards. not because they're "gay" or anything like that. i saw someone call them queerbait one time and i had to log off for a minute.

anyway, to answer your question, people who do not recognize their genuine attachment to one another are bound to have a twisted view of them. i don't like dedegoon because they're "toxic" or awful to each other. but because they're each other's best friends. that's all. it's fine if you don't ship them, too. i just hope i can prove to people that they do matter to each other and that they're friends :)

#ask #yes i made sure to include other images than the ones already in my comp im doing a great job in dedegoon #there are so many things i didnt include there #everytime i think of them i remember something new #i also want to point out that i rewatch the show regularly. im on my... uh.. 7th proper rewatch? with my boyfriend #so. if anyone accuses me of fandomifying this show they chose the wrong person #also they say aishiteru 3 times atp idk what to tell you

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