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Summary: Working with his wife usually comes easy to Spencer but when a woman identical to her is found dead, it becomes a little bit harder to deal with. Especially when she's determined to find the guy by whatever means she has at her disposal.

Criminal Minds, Dr Spencer Reid Masterlist - here

Additional Tags: Married Couple, Fluff and Smut, Kidnapping, Serial Killers, Canon-Typical Violence, Spencer Reid Needs a Hug, Brief weight gain mention, Pregnancy, Reader is a Member of the BAU (Criminal Minds), Protectiveness, Angst with a Happy Ending

In all her time of knowing him, Y/N had never seen Spencer be rageful. He was annoyed by small minded cops constantly. Any case that had anything to do with kids caused everyone to be on edge. And he had a sore spot whenever schizophrenia came up in conversation.

He was kind and gentle and frequently had a smile on his face whenever she needed a friendly face, but Y/N knew that deep down, there was a sadness lurking in his soul. He was a lonely man at his core so she tried her very best to make sure she always was there to listen whenever he wanted to rant and tell her facts and vomit word soup out in the open.

Sure, the fact that he was cute was a factor in Y/N's interest in her coworker's words. But it was his genuine need to use that big ol' brain of his to help other people out that really captured her attention. He had a big heart to go along with his big brain, that's why he was so special.

And why she fell in love with him.

"Sorry, one of the officers cornered me and forced me to endure a way too long conversation about bitcoin and now your coffee is getting cold," Y/N announced as she placed Spencer's drink on the desk in front of him. He immediately pulled his focus away from the papers he'd been staring at and shifted it to his wife, causing his entire being to go from slouching down in his chair to perking up in attention.

"How did you get away?" he asked her with a gleam in his eye.

Y/N sat down on the edge of the desk and shrugged. "His shift ended," she answered with a chuckle, taking a sip from her coffee and holding back a wince at how bitter it was.

Whilst she was making it, she had been faced with a decision - use up all the remaining sugar on Spencer's cup so he has it the way he likes or share the sugar between them both and have the one coffee she allowed herself to indulge in per day to taste better. Luckily, he didn't see her distaste for her coffee, or if did, he didn't mention it.

But she did notice when he made a face that she'd seen far too many times. His brows furrowed and crinkled his forehead. Y/N's hand brushed the back of his shoulder tenderly. "Migraine?"

"Just a headache right now."

"Do you want me to go get you anything?"

"No, no, I'm okay," he waved her off. "I'll be fine."

Bullshit. She knew him well enough to know that he was in more distress than he wanted to admit. She jumped off the desk, gave him a scratch right on the crown of his head, and moved to find her bag, rifling through it until she found what she was looking for with a satisfied, "Ah-ha!" Whatever Y/N had found was being shoved in Spencer's direction. He took it without looking, knowing exactly what it was from the crinkle and soft jingling sound that accompanied it, and popped the magnesium out of the packet and tipped a vitamin B gummy from the pot.

"Thank you, honey."

"It's my job to make sure my husband's brain doesn't explode," Y/N told him as he threw the gummy in his mouth. "You're welcome."

"I certainly am," Spencer replied with a cheeky grin, before taking a large gulp of his coffee. His wife rolled her eyes but couldn't resist smiling back.

By the time Y/N had finished her coffee, Hotch was calling for everyone to gather because there had been bodies found. The squad listened as Garcia gave them the update. Four bodies had been found, all of whom had very similar features. As he was watching the photos of the dead women pop up on the screen, Spencer's hand made it to his wife's back, curling her shirt into his fist. Y/N didn't seem to react. Not even when all of the team had looked at her as soon as they realised too.

The victim they'd deduced had been the first of this serial killer was a doppelganger of Y/N. The others looked similar but the first was almost identical to her. Same hair colour, same nose, same eyes, same smirk. There were a few obvious differences due to styling and body weight distribution but they could be sisters. Twins even. Well, at least Y/N knew what she'd look like after being strangled to death and dumped in a mass grave in the middle of nowhere. She never had wanted to know that. Now she did.

Whatever morbid curiosity she had, it had never got that detailed. Hotch knew that Y/N would be able to deal with this. However, he had no idea if Spencer would be. Judging by Reid's clenched jaw and the mortified look in his eyes, he wasn't dealing with being presented with an image of someone who looked like his wife dead in a ditch very well.

"I'll point out the elephant in the room," Y/N began before anyone could say it out loud. She gestured in the general direction of her face. "We could use this to our advantage."

Yeah, she'd been a decoy before and was prepared to do so again. Her situation was slightly different now though.

Spencer's head whipped up. A thousand million zillion alarm bells went off in his head, which was not very pleasant mixed with his headache. "Y/N..." he warned, his voice low and shaky.

"It's an option. That's all I'm saying."

"We'll try a more traditional approach at first, but it may be beneficial for us to keep Y/N out of the public eye just in case we need to go down that route," Hotch stated, which was met with some relief. Not much. Some. He turned fully towards Spencer. "Is that agreeable?"

Humming his agreement - though it didn't sound all that enthusiastic - Spencer was mostly quiet during their discussion about the unsub. The usual points were hit. The unsub is anti-social. He won’t look anyone in the eye. He’s not confident. He's a white male in the 30-45 range. He probably doesn't like his mummy. Spencer spoke up when he thought he had new insight that nobody else had brought up yet, but as soon as Hotch told everyone to get some sleep for the night, Spencer got the hell out of there.

Derek sighed. "Want me to cool him down?" He offered, bumping her in the shoulder with his own. Y/N shook her head and gave him a bump back.

"I will power through the silent treatment,"she told him, and he gave her a few seconds to change her mind before chuckling and stepping away.

Back in their hotel room, Spencer was in the shower when Y/N got back. He'd had a five minute head start and was not wasting that precious time, it seemed.

Officially, the FBI booked two rooms for the married couple as agents have their own rooms instead of sharing most of the time - unless the hotel is fully booked or they're in a romance novel and need to huddle for warmth - so whenever the squad touch down in a new city and settle in, there's a guarantee that one of the Reid's rooms are abandoned. It was a waste of company money.

Working together whilst married had been a weird thing in the beginning. There was a review of how effective Y/N and Reid were by the unit chief when they first declared themselves as a couple to HR, and then another conducted after their wedding. It was decided that there weren't any glaring problems with the two working together - they weren't half as flirty as Morgan and Garcia so maybe that helped them out a bit - so they were allowed to stay in the same unit. That report had said that Agent L/N's reckless nature often conflicted with Dr Reid's anxiousness. Which had been true enough. Sometimes those traits worked well together. Other times...

A pin drop could be heard as the couple got ready for bed. Y/N climbed into her side of the bed and Spencer into his. The room was dark and quiet, and in that silence, Spencer could hear the sound of his heart and that drum beat of terror, and it was almost as loud as a thunderstorm. Could she hear it too? Or was he just afraid that she could?.Both sat with their backs against the headboard, Y/N read her book quietly while Spencer stared into space and tried his best to ignore his wife. The silence stretched on and on, until finally, Spencer felt a hand on the back of his head and fingers softly stroking through his hair. He let out a sigh of relief.

Instantly, the drum in his head stopped. He pressed himself into her side, morphing his body to fit the contours of hers, and - without losing her spot on the page - she let her head tip downwards to give him a kiss on the crown of his head. It was a soft, brief peck and Spencer felt himself yearn for more. "Pay attention to me?" He whined.

An amused huff came from her nose and she placed her book on the bedside table so both hands were free to lavish him with so much petting and loving caresses that he began purring like a cat in no time.

"Better?"

"Much," he said, closing his eyes and enjoying the feeling of her warm fingers tracing patterns along his temples, his nose, his cheekbones. Her fingers moved to his chin and tilted it so she could give him a smooch, and Spencer thought he would melt at the pure sweetness of her lips on his.

"I love you," he said, and it felt so natural to say it. It felt so right.

"I know," she replied, sounding just as serious. "I love you too."

Spencer felt a shift in the atmosphere as the tension that had been there evaporated, leaving them to cuddle together and enjoy the rest of the night in each other's arms. Though the issue hadn't been solved, that was okay right now. They'd deal with that tomorrow or whenever it had to be dealt with. Not right now. Not before bed. They'd never gone to bed angry at each other and they weren't going to start today.

Despite seeing her dead doppelganger, Y/N fell asleep pretty quickly. Her husband was so warm at her side and the hotel pillow was so fluffy and comfortable that she was out like a light in no time. Spencer lay awake for a long time, his eyes staring at the ceiling, his thoughts racing as he traced a line from one of her hips to the other and back again over and over again, feeling the pouch of her stomach with the very tip of his finger, and his chest was tight with worry.

He didn't know why his mind kept going back to that photograph. Why would his brain choose to relive that? Did he want to torture himself that badly? Maybe if he stayed awake he would be able to protect her from anyone who even thought about hurting her. He'd catch this killer if it was the last thing he ever did.

"I can hear you thinking." His wife's sleepy voice interrupted his thoughts and Spencer let out a small groan. How long he'd been unravelling in his own brain, he had no idea, yet it was long enough for the hoarseness that she usually got after a nap to enter her voice. "Go to sleep, baby," she said. "You're going to be exhausted tomorrow."

"Can't."

"You can."

Y/N pulled his body so that he was fully on top of her and wrapped her arms around him. Spencer felt her start to move her hand up and down his spine in a gentle rhythm and her other hand cupped the back of his head, holding him close as she slowly rocked them side to side. She began to hum a tune, cradling him almost like he was a 6'2" big baby, and let him relax in her arms. It worked. It always did. Within minutes, he was snoring into her shoulder. He did that thing that men do when they suddenly spasm for no apparent reason because their body can't believe it's finally getting some down time, but eventually it evened out.

Once the early morning arrived, Y/N was beginning to stir. She awoke to the soft gentle presses of her husband's lips against the skin of her stomach, his head lifting up the bottom of her sleep shirt to plant a kiss on her belly. For the past month or so, she'd often woken up to him mumbling a hushed conversation to her abdomen. She'd pretended not to hear it and let him continue for as long as he wanted to, thoroughly enjoying his affection and the way it would send a shiver of pleasure straight through her body. And today was no different.

Only when it became clear that he wasn't planning on getting up anytime soon did she begin to move and acknowledge the fact that she was actually awake and aware. Massaging his shoulders, she cooed, "Morning handsome," and he mumbled something unintelligible as he buried his face in her stomach again, his stubble tickling the sensitive skin there.

Reid was not a morning person. Not in the slightest. Y/N had learned very early on that the best way to force him to get up in the morning was to get herself up and he would mimic her. It usually worked like a charm. But this morning, he'd trapped her legs beneath his body and was keeping her hips pinned to the mattress with his. This man was heavy. He was gangly and lanky and looked like a twig but could feel like a tonne of bricks when he wanted to. And he was trying to keep her pinned down, which meant he wanted something.

"Let me up, you big brute," she teased as she wriggled her hips to try to get away from him. Spencer laughed at her attempt and she gave up the moment his big hands landed on her hips to keep them still. He lifted his head up, the smile on his face making his eyes crinkle.

"Morning beautiful."

"I take it you're not ready to get up for work just yet?" He shook his head as he ran his hand up and down her waist, keeping his eyes on hers. "You know we'll have to eventually, right?"

"I do. I also know I'm going to have to be pretty convincing to get you to stay." He pressed a kiss to her navel. "But."

One more kiss placed just under the previous one on her abdomen. "I am."

Another on her pelvis. "Willing."

Two more, one on each thigh, his palms pushing her legs apart to give him more space to settle in the gap. "To. Be."

Finally, he let his lips fall to her underwear-covered pubic bone in the barest whisper of a kiss, one that set off a small firestorm of desire that shot straight to her core. "Very, very convincing."

At the beginning of their relationship, they'd come up with the rule that they wouldn't give in to their desire whilst on the job. When they first got together, that was mostly a way to make them seem as unsuspecting as possible. Their coworkers were profilers for god sake! Even the slightest smudge of her lipstick on the corner of his mouth and Derek would be giving Spencer a patronising clap on the back and a "My man."

Now it was out in the open, it was mainly a professional courtesy. It would look awful if two FBI agents comforted a grieving family with mussed hair and incorrectly buttoned shirts. There were exceptions, though. And why not? They had plenty of time before they were expected to show up at work. They were in the privacy of their hotel room with the nearest member of their team (Emily) six rooms away. The rule could be morphed into a suggestion, and it's easier to ignore suggestions.

"Can I convince you?" He let his lips curl upwards at the corners as he gave her a kiss over her underwear with an exaggerated 'mwah'. He added on a desperate sigh of "Please?" to seal the deal.

"You can try."

"Well then, lie back and enjoy yourself, Mrs Reid," he responded cheekily, pulling her underwear down her thighs and off in the general direction of her suitcase that sat by the dresser.

With that, he got to it. He started by licking and nipping at the inside of her thighs, making sure to get up higher with each bite until his lips touched her clit and he flicked it with his tongue. Her head fell back as she arched into his mouth, giving him better access to do whatever the hell he wanted to her. His hands cupped her butt, keeping her pressed up against his mouth as he worked her into a frenzy.

"Mrs Reid, you are so beautiful."

Her eyes fluttered shut as she let herself go. The pressure of his mouth, his hands, his stubble. Her man could make her come in no time at all. The more he gave her, the more she wanted. And the more she wanted, the more he gave her. It was a lovely cycle that gave them both what they wanted.

The slow slide of his fingers moved under her shirt and up to her bare breasts. He teased her nipples into hard points, his touch sure and demanding, and just was needed to make her moan out his name. "Spencer, oh god, Spence."

Thanks to one particularly forceful suck on her clit, Y/N was grabbing at Spencer's curls, trying to hold him to her while he drove her towards the edge. But it wasn't enough just yet.

"Fingers too, baby."

"Where are your manners, honey?"

"Jesus fucking christ, are you serious?" She huffed and had planned to fully argue some more but gave up almost immediately. "Fine! Please finger me, my loving husband."

"That is more like it."

He kept his eyes locked on hers as he used two fingers to part her folds and slip them inside of her. She was wet and ready for him, and he made quick work of finding her G-spot, mumbling a little "Ah, there it is," when she got a smidge louder. He curled his fingers at the same pace as his tongue swirled around her clit. It was a rough and slow rhythm that made her writhe and squirm.

"Can feel these legs shaking. You close, pretty girl? You want me to keep going, don't you?"

"Uh-huh, keep going."

"Tell me. Say it. Say it all pretty like you always do."

So, she did. Her voice was all breathy and whiny as she got out the words he wanted to hear. "You're so good, gonna cum, gonna cum. So good to me."

Y/N felt her orgasm catch up with her, her muscles tensing up as she was taken over by the wave of pleasure. It swept over her in seconds, stealing her breath and leaving her weak in the knees. She dug her nails into Spencer's shoulders, curling her toes into the bed to keep herself grounded as she felt the aftershocks ripple through her.

"Good job, baby," she praised, grinning down at him. "What's next on the agenda this morning?"

Spencer's smile was so goofy - looking as if he drunk off the taste of her, and maybe he was - as he moved himself back up the bed to kiss her neck, his grin making it impossible for the kisses to be anything but a press of teeth against soft skin. He kissed up and up and up until he reached her ear, whispering, "I’m not done with you yet, honey. If you ask me nicely, I'll fuck you so good," against the shell.

Whenever Spencer swore, it was always surprising to her. And when he swore like that, it sounded more dirty than if a frequently swearing man had done it. As if his mouth was filled with those words but had been pushing them down and down - they'd been sitting there for a while, just brewing - and in the wait, had grown a mind of their own.

"C'mon, Spence, get your cock out and put it in me already. I wanna feel you, please?" she asked, exaggerating the 'please' so he couldn't call her rude again.

"Yeah, you want more?" he teased, squeezing her ass in his big palm.

"Damn right, I do."

"I'll get right to it then, my pretty baby."

As he nuzzled his face into her neck, kissing the skin there, let her head fall back on the pillow, let out a giggle when he bit at her jaw and pushed his head away, laughing even harder when he tried to playfully bite her fingers.

"Weirdo."

"Yeah, yeah, I know. But you're married to me so that makes you Mrs Weirdo by default. You signed yourself up for all this, honey."

Tugging his boxers down, she gave him a light a slap on the ass, the sound of smack loud in the quiet of the room. "Married you just for the marital tax deduction," she joked, but she couldn't help but mischievously grin so he absolutely knew she was just messing around. Obviously she told him that she loved him lots yet he still struggled to comprehend that some days. So, she made sure whenever she teased him that he was fully aware that she didn't mean it.

"And I married you because I love you," he responded, far more sincerely than she had thought he would've, and positioned himself at her entrance, his cock jutting up against her, and she wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him in deep. "And I love making you feel good."

The slow, teasing pace of their foreplay was broken by his sudden, hard thrust as he entered her. It was so intense, and the way he held her hips pressed against his, grinding into her and pinning her to the bed with his weight, was so possessive and so deliberate that it left her breathless.

At first, it always took a moment - just a small one - where he rested his forehead on her shoulder and let them both adjust to the feeling of him inside her. But then, he was never one to rush, and he'd make sure they both felt entirely comfortable. And once they were, his hand gripped her ass cheek, and he pumped into her in a slow, steady rhythm. "I love fucking you, Y/N," he murmured, the words thick with feeling. "So goddamn perfect, you. I'm never letting you go."

It was a line he'd used on her a lot. I'm never letting you go. You are my world. My universe. My life. And I am yours, and you are mine. They were such simple statements but they said exactly what they needed to. Because she knew they were true.

Y/N wrapped her arms around his back, curling her body against his as he began to move, his thrusts getting more frantic and his kisses more desperate. Her fingernails dug into his back, and she arched her back in a desperate attempt to bring him closer, to feel him even deeper, to feel him harder. His breath was harsh, his face buried in the crook of her neck, his hands gripping the backs of her thighs and pulling them closer to her chest as he fucked her.

"I love you so much, Y/N. You're my everything. You're my... my..." he trailed off, hitting a hard thrust into her. " You're my life. I can't believe I get to wake up every morning next to you. Let's quit our jobs and stay in bed forever, you and me. Just you and me. Don't you want that? Don't you want that more than anything?"

One thing is for certain, he'd go mad if he had no cases to figure out like a sinister rubix cube. But Y/N, well, she'd often thought about what her life would be like if she left the BAU behind. Profiling was in the very fabric of Spencer's DNA, and without his cases, he'd be lost.

"Forever in bed with you, baby? I'll take it."

"Uh-huh, you take it, honey," he mumbled into her skin, his hips hitting a spot that sent a shockwave of delight through her core. "You take it so good."

A whimper escaped her lips as he increased his tempo, his hips slamming against her in a way that made her feel cherished, like she was his only source of joy in their hectic, difficult life. Y/N arched her back, her orgasm building, her body tensing, every muscle tightening in anticipation. They were both so close, so desperate for each other, that Spencer used his one hand to keep his wife's ankle over his shoulder and the other was pushing her thigh as far open as her flexibility allowed to get as deep as he physically could inside of her. "Baby, I'm going to..." he managed to say, his voice strained, his breathing heavy.

Then, with a final thrust, he came. Not just the usual orgasmic feeling that came with a good fuck, but a burst of energy so strong it knocked the breath out of her and sent her tumbling over the edge of pleasure, falling into a blissful, fucked out headspace for the next however many minutes.

Spencer collapsed on top of her, every muscle in his body tingling. "That was..." he couldn't even believe it. "So good. I'm not sure I'll ever top that." He laughed, a full-body, carefree sound that was the best thing she'd ever heard. Y/N laughed, too, watching as he rolled off of her and onto his back, his hair falling in a ruffled, sexy mess around his face. It was impossible to resist running her fingers through his hair, the feeling of his thick, curly locks against her hand so comforting, so calming.

"We should shower."

"I thought you wanted to quit our jobs and stay in bed forever?" Y/N parroted his words back to him, rolling onto her side to face him.

"We smell of sex." He got out of bed and held his hands out to his wife to help her to her feet. "Come on, stinky."

By the time they were showered and dressed, none of their coworkers would know how Spencer had made her go briefly brain dead that very morning.

This case wasn't solved on their first visit. The unsub had either been tipped off or was closely following the investigation and went dormant for enough time that Hotch moved them on, which wasn't an unusual thing to happen. It was annoying, though.

There was some guy out there whose perfect victim was Y/N. Even as they got on with their lives and solved other cases, that fact remained in the back of Spencer's head. He couldn't forget it - mostly because he doesn't forget anything - but he knew that if he hadn't been born with this gift, that it would be the same. With this guy still out in the world, Y/N was in danger every time she went out in public. It was hard to breathe while he was thinking about that.

Two months later, the unsub killed again and the team was brought back. This time Spencer was determined to find him.

The same officer who'd lectured her about bitcoin once again cornered Y/N, but this time, she had her husband by her side. Previously, he'd been a little pushy but once Y/N had told him that she was in a relationship, he backed off. Now, he greeted her with, "I remember you being slimmer."

What? Did he think that was an acceptable way to say hello?

"Funny, I have an eidetic memory - that means I remember just about anything I deem important - and I don't remember you. Weird," Spencer shot back, his tone icy.

Instantly, the officer's jaw dropped. "I, um, I just - "

"We've been on the jet for the past few hours, mind giving us some space?" Spencer suggested and the officer flushed a bright red, backing off immediately. Y/N caught Spencer's eye and gave him a quick squeeze on the bicep to say thanks, and was rewarded with a wink that was far too flirty for a work environment.

Garcia gave them another rundown of the case, briefly going over what they had before and adding the new revelations at the end. The killer had fucked up. The most recent victim had bite marks on her shoulder so they had a very good insight at what the killer's teeth looked like. Whoever he was, he was missing his top canines and if they were to look into his mouth, there would be an obvious gap.

Part way through Garcia's rundown Spencer very subtly reached into his pocket, pulled out a granola bar and slid it towards his wife. She ate it with a smug little smile on her face.

"That's new," Emily pointed out. "There was no bite mark at the last crime scene."

"Biting as a form of attack is usually used as an act of self defence," Derek added.

Hotch let out a gruff noise, one that was toneless and no indicator of whether he thought that was a correct assumption or not. He had a talent for that - bland, unemotional responses that encourages more discussion without leaning the conversation one way or the other.

"That would only make sense if the marks were inflicted perimortem or pre-mortem, but judging by the lack of redness and blood splatter around the puncture of the skin, this bite was done post mortem," Spencer explained, gesturing with the tip of his pen at the area around the teeth marks.

"This guy has escalated to biting his victim's after he's killed them, why?" Y/N posed the question once she'd finished chewing and the room was silent for a second before Rossi spoke up.

"A killer I interviewed back in the early 90's did the same thing. For him, he believed he was absorbing the life essences from his victims, he was consuming what little of them remained when he bit them."

Emily let out a bitter scoff. "Even after taking their lives, it's still not enough for this guy. He needs to annihilate what's left of their soul."

"Maybe he thinks he's collecting souls for the afterlife like how Zodiac believed his victim's would become his slaves once he passed on?" Y/N thought out loud and the room went still, all of them thinking it simultaneously.

"Whatever the case, the guy is a freak," Derek stated, and they all nodded in agreement because yeah. He was a freak.

Just before they'd gone off into their own research teams, Hotch called put, "Y/N, would you mind holding back a few minutes? I need to speak with you," and although she knew she hadn't done anything to warrant a stern talking to, it still felt like being sent to the principal's office.

"I'll catch up with you in a sec, Spence."

Closing the door once Spencer was on the other side, Hotch sighed. "I know what your answer will be but I feel obligated to ask, do you want to give this one a miss?"

Y/N looked over at him and the corners of her mouth turned up just a little. "You think I'm going soft, Aaron?" She teased, and he grinned at her.

"I know Reid's been giving you an earful."

"He always does."

Something that sounded like a chuckle came from Hotch's throat but it died before it could fully form as his eyes caught the opened case file on the desk, the photo of Y/N's dead doppelganger paperclipped in the corner of the page. "And if we run out of options?"

"As long as you can guarantee that I can blame everything on you so Spencer doesn't stay mad at me for the next year, I'm still up for being a decoy," she clarified. "We've got to catch this guy."

"I will take the blame."

"You better."

Eventually, they found everything about the guy. Garcia cross referenced this with that and then that with this to find out the guy's name was Leyton Hart, his father died when he was young and his mother was an addict who he was still living with despite the fact he was raised mostly by his next door neighbour, a young girl that was only a few years older than him. This neighbour, who they became aware was once called Isla Wiley, was the first victim. She was Y/N's doppelganger.

Infuriatingly, the only thing they couldn't find was where the hell he was now. He wasn't at home, nor at the smart car customer help desk he worked at. They checked his credit cards, they tried calling his cell, they checked with his boss and his mum, nothing.

"You think he's left the area?" Derek asked.

"It's not impossible," Emily replied. "He went dormant for months once we'd caught his scent, he may be prepared to do it again."

Spencer began, "If we could draw him out -" and stopped as soon as his brain caught up with his mouth. He cleared his throat. "Ignore that."

Rossi could see the silent conversation Y/N and Hotch were having and decided that he'd be the bad guy in this scenario to save both of them from doing it. "No, that could work, Reid. And we have an asset to do so," David announced, readying himself for whatever was about to happen to happen.

"Y/N is not an asset, she is a person! And we can't risk a member of our team in the hopes of catching this guy! Her being on this case is risky enough as it is!"

Reid's chest was rising and falling faster as he tried to keep his temper in check. His vision was getting more red by the second. His fingers were drumming against the table. The blood was rushing to his ears. He felt sick.

"We are not risking my wife's safety to catch this guy!"

Y/N rested her hand over Spencer's, her middle finger tracing over his wedding ring. "This could be our best shot," she said quietly, and he knew at that exact moment that the subject had been brought up with her beforehand and she hadn't mentioned it to him.

He felt sicker than he'd ever felt in his life.

"I don't care!"

"Spencer," Y/N said sternly, her tone made it very clear she was warning him to stop and think about this before he said something he couldn't take back. She squeezed his fingers gently, her thumb rubbing along his knuckles before he whipped his hand away.

"God, I can't believe you're putting this before everything else."

"We could save a bunch more women. Think of the families, Spencer. We have a chance to give them some peace."

"What about my family? Do you really think I'm going to just -" He was shaking his head as he spoke, trying his best to find a way to reason with her, to convince her to stop. He knew he was failing. And because he was failing, he decided to take himself out of the situation before he said something drastic and lost his job. "You know what, good luck, honey. I'll be waiting for you if you come home."

And he walked out of the conference room, slamming the door behind him. Y/N rubbed at her eyes, taking a few deep breaths and letting out a groan. "Well, that went spectacularly," she mumbled, then rubbed her neck as she looked over at Hotch. "Sorry about that."

"He'll come around," Morgan said.

Prentiss agreed. "Eventually."

"If I had to guess, putting this bozo behind bars will speed that process up." Rossi reached across the desk and patted Y/N affectionately on the hand. "Trust me, I've been married enough times by now to know."

Raising an eyebrow, Hotch posed the question 'Are you still on board with this?' with just his face and only confirmed, "Let's start planning," when she nodded.

While the squad figured out the details, Y/N went in search of her husband. They may have differing opinions on what should go down but she still wanted to comfort him and make sure he was okay. She found him in the back seat of their hire car outside eating a sandwich, taking big aggressive bites, and staring off into the parking lot bush in front of the windscreen. He didn't even look up when he heard her open the door and sit in the seat on the other side of the car. He chewed, swallowed, and kept on looking.

Wordlessly, she slid across to the middle seat and let her head fall onto his shoulder. He didn't move, just kept on chewing, his Adam's apple bobbing as it swallowed the last of his food. After a while, he sighed and leaned back in the seat, resting his head on the headrest as he closed his eyes.

"I know you're worried, baby," she said softly, stroking his arm to get a little more of his attention. "But I can do it, and I will. I don't need you to protect me but I'm very touched that you did. Thank you for looking out for me."

"You're welcome," he replied bitterly. "I'd say you're all set to go then, yeah?"

"Babe..."

She smiled sadly, cradling his head in her palm. He'd been through a lot in his life, she knew that. She'd been there for a lot of it. A lot had gone on back when they were just pals. And even more had happened now they were something different. Going off the basis of his experiences, his concern was fully warranted.

"I'm so selfish. I care about you and I love you and I don't want anyone to touch a hair on your head. This guy... this guy shouldn't get to breathe the same air you do after what he's done." He opened his eyes and finally focused on her, the light of the setting sun illuminating his face in such a way that it made him look like a sad angel. "I can't lose you too, baby."

"If I don't, more women will die."

"If you die, my entire world ends," he choked out, his entire face contorted with misery. "It would be like the sun went out. As if I was a pontifex and my Goddess had been suddenly ripped from my hands, and there was nothing I could do about it."

Obviously, she couldn't guarantee her survival. They both knew that. Y/N closed her eyes and held her breath, trying not to cry as she felt him grip on her jacket, digging his fingers into her elbow as if to anchor her there. She couldn't bring herself to say anything though. She could hear the anguish in his voice, the horror of it, and it was all her fault for being born with the face she had.

The hand on her elbow moved down to find her hip as he pulled her closer into him, resting on her stomach when he was satisfied with the lack of space between them. She rested her head against his shoulder and let herself feel his pain.

"We'll get him," she whispered. "We'll catch this bastard. And we'll get through this."

Tilting her chin up, she caught his lips with hers in a gentle kiss and held on for just a moment before pulling back. "You had a club sandwich," she pointed out playfully, tasting what was left on his lips and feeling her smile broaden. "Making me kinda hungry."

"Let's go get you some lunch."

Before she had comprehended what he said, he was getting out and moving into the driver's seat. They left to get some food - getting in an order for what everyone else on the team wanted whilst they were there - and smoothed out their emotional spikes to settle into a more stable state to prepare for later on.

Then later came. Y/N had been dressed up in an outfit similar to one that Isla had been photographed in - a stripy shirt, denim dungaree and espadrilles - and told to phone the customer service desk for the smart car they'd given her for breakdown help. Once Leyton Hart, who'd managed to reroute the calls that were supposed to go to his work computer to his personal cell, had confirmed that he was on his way to the secluded patch of road Y/N had 'broken down' at, it was a waiting game.

Most of the team were not that far away, around 30 yards behind a thicket of trees. Far enough away to not be seen if he wasn't looking too hard and close enough that they'd be able to make it to help Y/N out in a minute if she needed it.

Sitting in the car, Y/N listened to the hum of the radio and let her legs dangle off the seat and out into the opened door, swinging them to the beat until Penelope warned her, "Incoming!" through comms and she stopped immediately. Y/N could feel him coming, sense him even though she couldn't see him just yet. "Here we go," Penny told the others, keeping her voice low and her eyes glued on the road ahead as his pickup truck came into view.

There was no mistaking the man in the truck. Y/N's gut twisted and she tasted bile in the back of her throat at the sight of him as he got out of the truck and strode towards her. She painted a smile on her face, greeting him with a friendly, "Hi, you are a lifesaver! This stupid car just -"

Before she could finish her sentence, he did something they never predicted he'd do and whacked her in the temple with a ratchet wrench. Y/N's body went limp and she slumped into Leyton's waiting arms as her vision went dark.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit, SHIT!" was all Spencer could manage to get out of his mouth as he ran forward to reach her before she was placed in the back of the truck. Hotch raced after him and managed to tackle him to the grass before Leyton noticed them, which would compromise Y/N even further.

Spencer's worst fears were becoming a reality. A serial killer just drove off with the love of his life and his boss had prevented him from intervening.

However much time later, Y/N winced herself awake and looked blearily around. She had no idea how long she'd been out, but she knew for sure she was not in a good situation. She had a throbbing headache and her neck was sore from being arched over for what felt like hours. And she was on a very dirty and gross floor with one hand cuffed to a radiator. It was dark, which she thought was probably for the best for her headache, and cold. She was shivering as she tried to blink the blurriness out of her eyes and get her bearings.

For now, she was alone.

There was no telling how long she'd been out for. Minutes? Hours? A couple of them? It didn't matter. The only thing that mattered was that she was alive and that she had to get out of here..Grimacing against the pain, she rolled onto her side and pushed herself to a sitting position. The world tilted a bit and she grabbed the edge of the nearest wall to steady herself. The cuffs cut into her wrists and her ankles were getting achy. Overall, it wasn't a great time.

Then, the sound of a key in a lock and the door to the warehouse creaked open, light from the outside glinting dully off the metal floor. "Hello Isla," a deep voice said. "Didn't expect you to be awake."

Going along with this fantasy of his would probably be best. That would give the team time to find them. If there was one thing Penelope was good at was finding a needle in a haystack and, by the look of her surroundings, they were a small needle.

Wherever she was, it was so basic that nothing really stuck out. There was only the radiator she was attached to, a sturdy looking wooden chair, and a cardboard box with a children's book on the top. No windows, concrete floor, metal door, and an industrial overhead lamp that Leyton switched on with a flick of his wrist.

"I knew you'd come back to me," Leyton said, a gleam in his eye. "I knew you would if I gathered enough souls to bargain. You said we could watch cartoons when you came back, can we watch cartoons?"

"Of course we can," Y/N said with a grin. She struggled to ignore the aching in her neck and the twinge in her arms and legs as she spoke. "We can watch whatever you want to watch."

"Whatever?"

"Yeah. Whatever."

"Really?"

"Yeah, really."

Leyton smiled, leaned his head in closer to hers, and whispered, "I'm so glad you're back." Y/N shivered and pushed away the sudden urge to puke, not only because his breath wasn't the best but this creep was so close to her face she could see his spit in his mouth. "You know, you're not going to leave me ever again, right?

"I wouldn't dream of it," she said softly.

Like a child, he jumped up and down on the spot. They'd classified this guy as an organised killer, a sophisticated guy that plans his kills and chooses his moments. But his current demeanour had proven otherwise. This guy was someone who had been stunted socially as a young teen and desperately needed this kind of affection and approval. Maybe he'd devolved.

"I'm sorry I hit you. I didn't want to."

"You did what you had to. I understand that," she lied. "You were protecting me."

"Yes! I was! I'm so glad you can see that now!"

Y/N coughed, hiding the way her face fell by itching her cheek with her shoulder as soon as he looked away from her. As soon as he heard her cough, all of a sudden, he scrambled onto the floor and plonked his head down in her lap. "There, there, Isla," he said, stroking her thigh. "I'm sorry for what I did. I'm so sorry."

Having a serial killer cuddle up to you was weird, to say the least.

"I f-forgive you," she stuttered, before looking down at him with shining eyes and hesitantly reaching her free hand towards his hair. His eyes widened and he leaned further into her hand as he waited for her to touch him. Her fingertips brushed against his thick hair as she caressed the top of his head.

They stayed in that position for more time than Y/N would care to admit.

There was a pang of something in her chest as she watched him nuzzle into her hand and close his eyes as if in bliss. She didn't have time to really feel any sort of pity for Leyton since the metal door suddenly burst open and Spencer came into view, his gun out in front of him.

"Step away," Spencer hissed as he came to a stop in front of her. His face was furious as he cocked his head to the side. "Keep your hands off her."

"But she's mine," Leyton said, a look of innocent bewilderment on his face that soon changed to mindless fury as he pulled himself free of her lap and charged at this random guy pointing a gun at him.

Instead of shooting the killer, Spencer chucked his weapon to the ground and swung at the guy, his fist connecting with Leyton's cheek and then getting another blow to his stomach as he doubled over. Spencer landed punch after punch after punch on the killer's face and body, and Leyton got a few good jabs in before he dropped like a sack of potatoes, blood gushing from his nose and mouth. Yet, Spencer still wasn't done. He was vicious. It was cruel.

And it was the most spiteful thing she'd ever see her husband do.

Derek rushed into the room with Emily hot on his heels. Morgan got Reid by the waist and yanked him away from the fight just as he got another shot in. He raised his hands in a gesture of surrender and backed away from Leyton, who was coughing and spitting up blood onto the concrete floor. Spencer gave a look of disgust as he stepped away from the twitching Leyton and came to a stop in front of Y/N. His chest heaved as he wiped his bloody nose on his sleeve, slumping to sit in front of her as he dropped to the ground.

"Hi honey," he said, leaning in and touching the bump on her forehead with his index finger. "You're bleeding."

"So are you."

"That was... that was..." He shook his head, not knowing how to describe the fight.

"It was," she replied. "I'm glad you won."

"Me too."

As Derek cuffed Leyton Hart, Emily was searching around for the keys to let Y/N out of her cuffs. The moment she was free, Y/N flung herself into her husband's arms and buried her face in his neck, breathing in his scent and listening to the steady rhythm of his heart. She pulled away and looked into his eyes. "You didn't sleep," she commented, seeing the heavy bags under his eyes and noticing how strong the scent of coffee emanating from him was. He always smelt a little like coffee but this was, BANG, right in your face and kind of overwhelming.

"Couldn't."

The floor was a thick layer of grime and old blood covering it so Y/N guided Spencer to stand and pushed him out of the door. In the heat of the moment, he seemed to be fine with all the germs but once his adrenaline depleted itself, he would get very agitated about it. She knew that for certain.

Soon enough, Hotch sorted everything out and after a quick trip to the medic, the couple were allowed to retreat to their hotel room to clean up and rest. On her way past her boss, Hotch stopped her to ask if she was okay, how many days off would she like and, "Who knew Dr Reid could be that - what's the word? - defensive?"

"Leyton Hart put his wife and child on the line, that's a lot to defend, I guess."

"Get some rest, L/N."

"Aye aye, captain."

They got to the hotel room in no time, both in desperate need for a reprieve from other people.

"I'm sorry," Spencer said, his breath hitching as he spoke. "About everything. I just... I couldn't control myself. I don't know what happened."

"This is totally fucked up for me to say but you looked hot - totally scary and intense and, honestly, I could go through my life and be happy if I never saw that side of you again - but, yeah, kinda sexy," Y/N admitted, bending over to start the taps on the bath tub.

"Oh. I, uh, I don't know how to compartmentalise that."

"That's okay. I don't either."

After having a preliminary shower to get most of the dirt off before Y/N got in the bath, she sunk into the warm water, leaning her head back against the tile wall as she closed her eyes and let the stress of the day wash over her. She tried not to disturb Spencer who had decided that it was now his turn to take a shower. He would be scrubbing himself with antibacterial soap for the next few minutes so she could just lay back and listen to the odd sounds her husband would make every now and then as he scoured every inch of his skin with his silicone bath brush that he brought with them wherever they went.

If he was on a deserted island - first off: sand, ew - and he could bring one thing, he'd probably bring that brush. ...Or a flare gun.

When he was done, he wrapped a towel around his waist and knelt on the tiles next to the bathtub, looking at her as she lay there, soaking in the water.

"You okay?"

"Mm-hmm."

"You sure?"

"Yep."

"We need to talk about this, you know?" he retorted, running his hand down the length of her arm and conjoining their hands. He perched his chin on the porcelain. "Did he hurt you?"

"No."

"Did he do anything that might've hurt the baby?"

"Not that I know of. We should make an appointment just to make sure."

Her thumb rubbed against his knuckles, hoping to ease some of the redness from his skin. "Let me kiss it all better, baby," she murmured, letting her lips fall to his bicep. Then to his forearm. The wrist. The palm. Then she turned his hand over so she could press gentle kisses to his busted knuckles. His fingers were long and slender and looked too delicate to hurt - or cause such damage - but they had, and now they were all busted up.

The few punches Leyton managed to get on him were mostly to the face. He had a black eye on the right and a red jaw on the other. Y/N was quick to cover those areas with love. Spencer watched her attentively, a million emotions and reactions dancing across his face as he tried to reconcile all the things he was feeling. But, for now, all he could do was accept whatever affection she thought he was worth.

He leaned forward and gently kissed her, tasting the faintest hint of blood on her lips, then he kissed her again, and again, and again, until she was drowning in the taste of him and had to break apart for a moment to breathe. When they finally came up for air, Y/N guided her husband's head to rest in the crook of her neck and shoulder, kissing his temple and running her fingers through his hair. They stayed like that, embracing in the bathroom, until the water grew cold and they moved their embrace to the couch.

Spencer pulled Y/N onto his lap, her knees digging into the crevice between couch cushions on either side of Spencer's hips as she settled in. He started by moving his hands up and down her back but couldn't resist the paternal urge to focus his attention on her stomach. His thumbs caressed the underside of her belly, sliding across the stretch of her bump.

For now, she'd been able to hide her pregnancy with baggier clothes but it was soon going to become apparent what was happening.

"I may have let it slip about little Reid to Hotch."

"Well, you're beginning to show and you've been very vocal about how hungry you always are in the office... I assume he already knew," Spencer reassured him, lightly trailing kisses down the side of Y/N's neck and pausing at her collarbone. "I'm sure he knew before we figured it out."

"I'm sure he did.”

She tilted his chin so he had to look into her eyes, smiling when he did so. "It's going to be okay, you know," she continued, eyes bright. "You're going to be a great dad, and we'll get through this." Spencer didn't respond but his eyes were so bright and full of love that she knew he heard her.

Y/N smiled wider, her eyes fluttering shut as she leaned in and pressed her lips to her husband's. It was a long, slow, tender kiss that said everything it needed to.

#spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds #spencer reid x you #spencer reid

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trans-androgyne · 12 days

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ty so so much for speaking about transandrophobia as much as you do. i never thought it was this bad. i just saw the poll asking whether it existed or not and other disgusting garbage. spent the day rummaging in the tag to learn and do research. (istg if i see the words "transandrophobia truther" one more time.).

i genuinely do not know how it came to be this bad nor will i never understand fellow trans people, in this case some (please note SOME. not all. i shouldn't have to say this but ik someones going to interpret this as me hating transfems when i do not. nor do i want to paint them in a bad light. all i am is deeply disappointed.) trans fems shitting on their siblings and brothers. hell, even me noticing that i have seen a lot of trans fems taking a part in this makes me feel like i'm transmysoginistic or trying to "divide" the community. so idk anymore.

i just personally think terfs have genuinely poisoned this community and people have been gobbling it up without issue and continue to do so. its sad.

we should be fighting for each other, not against. we shouldn't be divided by braindead terf ideology and values. please? i do not understand this hatred. at all. do you maybe have any idea how this all started or what caused it? because i literally cannot wrap my head around all this. and sorry for the rant.

I’ve been trying to find a tidy way to answer this and there just isn’t one. There are so many factors feeding into it. An extremely big one is the queer community’s fear and suspicion and disgust towards masculinity. Transmasculinity is no exception. Transmascs have always been treated poorly in different ways, but we were quiet about it. We were told we aren’t as oppressed as trans women and we just experience normal plain transphobia, so we shouldn’t feel like an authority on trans experiences. Even our own.

Transmascs have historically felt isolated from one another and the community. Now people have found community amongst themselves, talking about their issues, and finally speaking up. And it’s a threat to the status quo. It challenges deeply held beliefs about gendered oppression and makes feminism more complicated. And honestly, transandrophobic, bigoted people have a very strong motive to not acknowledge bigotry, it would cause great cognitive dissonance.

You’re right that the community and honestly popular feminism as a whole has been tainted by radfem ideas. I remember when I was younger, feminism was for everyone. Men were encouraged to get involved. Now people don’t even recognize that sexism negatively affects men or understand that gender isn’t only an intersection for everyone but men, even trans men. So many people don’t even know how to recognize TERF rhetoric so long as they don’t say they hate trans women. It makes it really difficult to have conversations about the patriarchy, and transmasculine people are suffering from it.

I encourage you to look into the concept of “power-jacketing” to understand how this hatred is maintained and functions. Sorry this got too long, I hope it was able to be helpful.

#power-jacketing #transandrophobia #intracommunity issues tag #long post #ask #mine

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julie-schwieters-supremacy · 1 year

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my intro (sarah's version)

i changed my url!! prev: -> just-sarah-xx // 14/05/2024

☆ sarah, s, moon ☆ she/they ☆ bi ☆ sun: libra ♎︎ moon: libra ♎︎ rising: pisces ♓︎ ☆ australia !! ☆ infp<3 (pls talk to me im so introverted lmao) ☆ taylor swift, conan gray, phoebe bridgers, tv girl, olivia rodrigo, the neighbourhood, steve lacy, dominic fike<3 ☆ i love art, reading, astronomy, taking long walks, playing guitar, making playlists and aesthetics ☆ fav aesthetics: rockstar gf, downtown girl, chaotic academia, y2k grunge, etc.

☆ stuff you'll see me posting about: -> one direction -> genshin -> league/heartsteel -> random shitposts -> shifting -> rants about stuff -> drawing -> many different books -> obsessing over someone -> etc.

my socials<3 ☆ pinterest: justsarahxx ☆ spotify: https://open.spotify.com/user/31nyeusuv342xa4h4thn3j7ujzoy?si=b8f0fc1b36864e52 ☆ insta: saracha_sauce.xo

my mooties<3: @niallermybabe - bells, probably will tag as bells💛 (im sorry i dont have a better name) @quackethh - tay, will tag as quack quack @antisocialgaycat - lele, will tag as bestieboowifeyforlifey @cc-horan - cc, will tag as cc or 🍍 @strawberry-lia - lia/laura, will tag as 🍓 @localrockstargf - my shifting bestie xe, tagged as 🎸 @sad-trash-pigeon - fernie, tagged as pigeon🌿 @shutup-andletme-go - jack, YOU ARE JACHARY IM SORRY U DONT HAVE A SAY IN THIS @thatsawesomedontyouthink - emma, i also havent given you a tag yet im very sorry @waitingforthesunrise - ari, will probably tag as ari☀️🌿 @5ducksinatrenchcoat - flora, will probably tag as duckies x5 @svnflowermoon - lucy, will probably tag as luc🪩<3 waaaaiiittt wait wait wait @sleepy-vix (im so so so sorry i am so sorry ur so special omg i cant believe i didnt add u) - vix, uhh ill tag u as vix (mitski's version) @elemelom OMG my irl, imma tag you as em :D melon (im sorry thats just what i associate your name with) @demigoddess-of-ghosts - tess, ill tag u as tessy :3 julie schwieters is my bae (she doesnt know i exist) so she deserves a tag too, which is #julie schwieters supremacy my asks tag is #i'm not introverted !! (my asks) i will do more im sorry if i missed u (i haven't fully added the moot tags so some might not show up)

so yeah thats my intro imma prolly edit it later have an amazing day<333

#intro #looking for moots #ily if u talk to me istg #bestieboowifeyforlifey #quack quack #🍍#🍓#🎸#pigeon🌿#bells💛#ari☀️🌿#duckies x5 #JACHARY #luc🪩<3 #vix (mitski's version)#tessy :3 #i'm not introverted !! (my asks)

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panelshowsource · 4 months

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yes on the 28th!! i'm excited because ALISON HAMMOND!!! every day i'm like whyyy do we not have her on more panel shows she is everything!

victoria spoke about it on her episode of taskmaster the podcast :)

all i know is she's been looking fly as ever — like always! but if she's changing things up a lil then good for her 😌

i would like to anon but they didn't rly have that many moments together on the show, like of substance that make a good gifset 😩 i did do these two! do you have another moment in mind?

omg YES LMAO

richard is so hilariously subtly shady, i love when someone makes the most wrong guess ever (usually during tablet games like the rich list and i'm terrible at dating) and richard does a very obvious scoff-chuckle and goes "yeah? [raises eyebrows knowingly] well [stifled laughter] you never know! let's see if that's right [stifled laughter]" like it just cracks me up — because somehow he's not smug at all despite being mr big brains and someone who teases others a lot

one thing i love about hog is how much richard loves hog — like, that's his baby, he loves doing that show, and he is so obviously having the most fun every single week, which makes it even more fun for us imo!

wow great question!

i have a lot of nostalgic love for comedy world cup — i love david tennant, he's so affable and very funny and a lovely host, and i think that format had legs even if it didn't make it in the end. also from around that time i remember liking mad mad world on itv, which was suddenly cancelled mid run? with paddy mcguinness, rhys darby, rufus hound... —

sorry to digress for a second but remember on some recent podcast ep when sam campbell was like "what's rufus hound up to" and i think it was ed gamble who laughed his ass off lmaooo i feel like there's rufus hound tea out there but idk what it is. anyways

— ...i would love to check it out again but i can't find it! i'll work on that 🤔 then, of course, you have been watching hosted by charlie brooker. it would not have been as strong a format if it wasn't for charlie writing the show and clearly having many topics & rants he wanted to go in for, but i loved that series and saw quite a few comedians/personalities, including vcm, josie long, holly walsh, and peter serafinowicz, there for the first time :')

looks like i had a lil trip down memory lane!

i think it's great! i'm not crazy about dylan llewellyn — i am not super into derry girls, and i felt, at times, his acting was lesser than the others' in a distracting way? is that just me? — but it hardly ruined the show or anything. the cast has GREAT chemistry and jon pointing is a standout (though he doesn't pass for his 20s at all lmao), and i love seeing izuka hoyle who i loved in boiling point and is so(!) gorgeous. tv comedy lives and dies on its editing, and big boys really understands its structure and its beats. i'd also say it strikes a rare balance in its absurdity and its sincerity, which is some of my favourite ever kind of film & tv. god, i just love sad boi comedy. or sad anything. i'm a "let's watch this and cry🤩" kind of person no matter my mood LOL

btw did you see victoria coren mitchell also loved big boys?

sure anon i put it on google drive here :)

i'm not going to host this one but you can request it here and someone will definitely have it to share with you asap! sorry for the inconvenience but lmk if you have any questions :)

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Your fandom rants and icks... finally someone said it. I've been thinking about this lately and couldn't put it into words but you hit the nail on the head. There have been so many things that have recently been in the fandom and/or fanfics that have driven me absolutely insane. I'm never one to be a debbie downer or shit on anyones fun but some things have just made me incredibly uncomfortable recently that I've actively had to go through and block/mute tags or blogs because it's overwhelmed the COD tag. It makes me so sad because it's basically stopped me from engaging in anything at all in relation to COD because I feel bombarded and it's not enjoyable. The biggest thing recently that's bothered me is stories being written that are completely out of character for the COD guys. Like I get that it's fanfiction but seeing stuff written that clearly doesn't match the individual(s) written about feels weird and at that point it's not even the original character anymore so whats the point?? I know some people probably strongly disagree but at a certain point it almost feels disrespectful to the original characters and their stories. It also feels like a way for some weird shit to be fleshed out and, again, to each their own and it's fiction blah blah blah, but for fucks sake. Like literally for. fucks. sake. Like you said, It's like people writing stuff about Ghost that would be completely out of character for someone like him, with all of the trauma and experience that is literally canon to him as a character. Maybe it's because I have a degree in psychology and know people who have been through things that are written/portrayed in COD that it all just doesn't sit right with me... Let's not even get started on having a degree in psychology and seeing things like pedo shit practically glorified, let alone being written about. Holy. Fucking. Shit. There are a few writers that I think truly understand certain characters and write about them in such a beautiful way that it makes me so upset that it gets overshadowed and bogged down by absolutely horrendous things in the tags. I'm so sorry this is so long. I didn't intended to write a whole ass dissertation on this but I'm so happy to see someone else is feeling this way.

Everyone is on my ass for what I said. But to be honest, I don't careeeee. I don't. I really don't. They're real mad but I'm just laughing. I'm just expressing my feelings and having fun doing it. It's funny, cause my post got 100 likes in a day. That's telling something.

You should see the messages im receiving. I don't mind, I love trolling a little.

I said the hard truth, and they can't handle it.

'Preciate your message. Great minds think alike.

If you wanna laugh, check out my responses to these messages. I had fun.

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I might have missed it but do you have a backstory for Ciel and Donovan

i got so excited at this ask ngl xD so I started ranting about my beans lol so i hope this answers your question even if it might be in a roundabout way. yes, indeed I do! (i have 700 posts so i can see why they are hard to find especially cause i can't tag xD) i have a few animations for Donovan that I have posted on here. and I'm working on either making a more explained version of the animations that isn't a music video but more of story format animation or a written story, depending on what i have time for in my current situation, thought that might be a long time coming since I have a very packed schedule. ToT Though I do have au animation and a few small writings that should be coming soon!

Ciel's backstory is still in wip stages, working out his emotions with his family interactions, and how i want his social life to be portrayed. But I should be having clips of his story out in the next month or so so keep an eye out if you are interested. As of yet though no gt interactions for his story. Just a lot of angst and sadge.

if you were interested in their first meeting here on earth, that story is on a back burner, but imagen quiet kid and sunshine child becoming friends, then high school sweethearts, this one I'm probably going to be writing, maybe later animating if I do want to subject my darlings to more animation xD maybe I'll add that to my new years resolutions! who knows?

here's some links to current works i have for Donovan and Ciel's backstory. :)

im now realizing how much art and writing i forget to post lol oh well

thank you for the ask! hopefully i'll be posting more of them soon xD

#gt #gianttiny #oc asks #answered ask #ciel and donovan #dawn #ciel

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little-pissbaby · 2 days

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this is gonna get TMI and it will get sad and whiny so please don't feel obligated to keep reading.

it takes so many steps to be alive. all of the things you do subconsciously suddenly become arduous tasks when you have to do them manually. things like eating, drinking, sleeping, breathing, using the bathroom, it's exhausting having to think about and consciously or manually do even just one of those things.

I was officially diagnosed with dysautonomia a few months ago, although I have been struggling with my symptoms for over a decade and I've been in treatment for several years. I was also diagnosed with a neurogenic bladder that same month. this means I have to catheterize myself 3-4 times a day every day for the rest of my life, or until I can get a suprapubic catheter placed.

Y'ALL. self-cathing is beyond exhausting. it's a little bit of a genuine workout, especially when you're morbidly obese like me. I hate that I've gotten really good at it and that it doesn't take me long at all now. I didn't want to get good at it, I didn't want to have to have this skillset. I already have to know how to draw up and give an IM injection, how to flush an IV, how to reduce dislocated joints in myself and others... I am TIRED.

I'm sure a colostomy is also in my near future. I have the same problems in my colon that I have in my bladder, only it's also complicated by endometriosis in the walls of my colon and rectum. they haven't been completely infiltrated yet, but if this IUD doesn't do its job, then I'm definitely gonna start losing organs and my mind.

at this point I'm out of words to explain why I'm so cosmically fatigued but if I tag every diagnosis/condition I have maybe y'all can sorta get an idea.

sorry for ranting. I have to go cath myself now.

at least I do it under the supervision of the best medical advisor ever <3 all she asks for in return are kisses, cuddles, and crunchies <3<3

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akookminsupporter · 1 year

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Hi Rosie, how are you doing these days? I see you less on my timeline so I hope you’re doing okay and being busy with life! I have a sudden moment of nostalgia tbh because I miss the fun days in the Jikook tag rn 😥 I’ve been following your blog since the beginning, along with @kanmom51 and a few others and it feels like nowadays it’s again discussions about Jikook supposedly being distant and how their relationship has changed, you know, the same circle all over again.. and of course i’m no psychic and we never know but I feel like we always end up in the same spot it’s a bit boring 😩Are there still some chill Jikookers out there? Guys tell me I’m not the only one who don’t get what the fuss is all about 😰 I don’t even care if they’re a couple or not, i just believe their friendship is super strong and don’t see any changes apart from them not sharing much with us anymore. Sometimes it feels like even among Jikook-lovers ppl are waiting for some sort of 'aha I knew it wouldn’t last!' kinda moment.. idk, i find it sad. It’s okay to share thoughts and all about all that but it’s always the same and since the break it’s getting worse. I wonder if i’m the naive and overly positive one sometimes. I’m someone who’s in a long term relationship, with a close circle of friends that I’ve grown up with, i guess I’m blessed in life which explain why I tend to see things positively. Sorry I’m ranting. Maybe it’s a sign for me to take my distance and just enjoy Jikook on my own but it used to be so fun coming here i’m nostalgic. Huh sorry this is a ridiculous rant, i just hope they’re still some people like myself among this chaos kkk I wish you the best Rosie, it’s a bit early but have a nice Christmas if you’re celebrating it 🙂

Hi, anon! I'm still around haha the truth is I'm not getting many asks that are worth posting, I spend more time deleting asks and blocking them than I do posting, it's sad but I'm not entirely surprised. The lack of content has caused many to spend a lot of time thinking stupid things ahahahaah and what's worse, they think it's a good idea to share them. I imagine things will get worse next year after all the scheduled content is released and the other guys leave too. This fandom in general knows how to enjoy absolutely nothing and it's sad.

But I'm still here, I promise!

#anon #ask #messages to rosie #jkkrs #toxic shippers #jikookphobics

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cursedvibes · 1 year

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Sorry I have to rant, I just saw post on reddit about how Gege hates his main trio and has completely destroyed them(I'm paraphrasing) and I get it everyone has their own opinions and they can complain etc etc but the whole thing was so dumb!😭 Literally stupid reasons only because they have made so many assumptions about how the story would/should go. These last two chapters have caused such a mayhem in the fandom. People are impatient, quick to make predictions, and get upset when they things don't happen their way. And that's one thing I really don't understand and absolutely hate, how fans of a media think that they know how the story should go better than the creator itself, especially if it's something like a manga which is released on a chapter by chapter basis. Only two chapters have been out! There is more to come! Don't be hasty to judge and please have some patience! Hell! even the shippers are mad I don't know if you ship fushiita, sukuita or sukufushi but it's really chaotic right now. Fans seem to think Yuuji's only purpose was being a vessel(which is a pretty gross way to think about him in my opinion) and now he's useless. Btw thanks for the earlier ask you answered about this because I was also upset about it but that had more to do with 'megumi is the perfect vessel actually' and not Sukuna being separated from Yuuji, anyway you really helped me deal and understand it. Thank you for that! Your blog feels like a safe haven for Yuuji and Kenjaku fans. They're both so underrated and completely overshadowed by other flashier characters (megumi, Yuuta and getou respectively) I cannot tell you how happy I was that I've found like-minded people like you. They're both my faves and I feel so sad that they're ignored by most of the fandom especially Kenny who's only misfortune is being in gojou's ex's ex body.

Well, I got completely derailed and this is more of a rambling than a vent. Sorry for sending such a long ask😅. Thank you for being a part of this fandom. Also, you are very funny even your tags are so hilarious, they make my day. Keep up the good work! And have a good morning/night!

Thank you for the nice words! Funny on the internet and having correct takes on fictional characters, such high praise 😌 I'm gonna add it to my CV

It is quite a shame that Kenjaku is so unpopular. Honestly don't know why? They have the looks, the smarts, the connection to the main character (although somehow that often gets overlooked beyond the milf jokes), they drive the entire plot and have an entertaining personality. But most of the time people don't even notice that. They're just Geto 2.0.... Or a grumpy conservative old man. No idea where that characterization came from or why it's so prevalent, but especially in fanfics I see it a lot.

Yuuji is very popular, but he's often turned into Pink Naruto, despite them being very different besides some standard shonen tropes. Naruto without Kurama is unthinkable (well until Boruto happened, but that was after Naruto's main development was already over), so the same must apply to Yuuji, right? If Yuuji doesn't have Sukuna, what's the point?

Also, I don't know what it is with this fandom and going off the rails every break week. Like clockwork the "Yuuta is the real mc because he stronk and his laser beam go pew" take comes back every time and people make up the wildest stuff. I'm surprised by how many genuinely think Yuuji is dead dead. Done. Story over I guess. Megumi hasn't gotten any points, so that's clearly not the case yet. If not, he obviously has to throw around some Infinity-level technique to "prove" he's the mc. They also already see Hana at the bottom of Megumi-Sukuna's stomach I guess and/or Yuuji as Angel's new host. Somehow...how would she even get to him so fast? And sure, switch one manipulative 1000 yo sorcerer for another...what a fun and unique concept. At this point I'm more looking forward to the next leaks because it will give people something meaningful to talk about than the story (not true, I really want to know what happens next, but these takes are very annoying).

I haven't heard that Gege hates the main trio before, but I certainly see it paraded around a lot in regards to Yuuji, even though Gege clearly says in the fanbook that that comment was simply about how he is hard to write and they want to make sure to do him justice. Of course an author can get a bit exasperated, but that doesn't mean they hate the character. If that was the case, Gege wouldn't put this much thought into Yuuji.

In regards to the trio, with how jjk works and everything that's been happening, there was no way they would stay together (assuming that's what people take issue with). It's basically a tradition. Sashisu, Nanami & Haibara, Maki's group, the Kyoto gang, they all got separated, some even died. Honestly, it would be pretty unrealistic for the Tokyo trio to stay together. And as you said, things just started to pick up, much can happen. Megumi is probably gonna resurface for at least a little bit before he dies - or not who knows. Nobara's situation is a bit iffy, but she was never as important as Megumi or Maki so eh. If she comes back, I need her to be properly integrated into the story. She has no connection to the current plot, any of the main villains or adds to the lore. Her coming back with some new strong technique would be nice, but what's her function gonna be besides moral support for Yuuji and killing some less important enemies? So far I don't feel like she needs to come back for parts of the plot to progress. If she doesn't, it wouldn't be a huge loss. Therefore, if it happens, I need some character exploration for her. I still think it would be neat if her grandma somehow shows up and does...idk something, but she sounds awesome (knew from the start not to trust Jujutsu Tech, best woman) I want to know more about her.

I don't really ship any combination of Yuuji-Sukuna-Megumi, so I don't know what happened on their side. Fanartists have put out some very dramatic, traumatic and bloody ItaFushi art recently, which I appreciate, but that's all I know. After ch 212 I got the impression shippers liked the new development for the angst. Didn't know that changed, but I'm really not that in touch with that side of the fandom. Either way, Yuuji not being a vessel anymore sounds more like it would be beneficial for them (separate bodies and all) unless you're really into the possession trope.

#asks #don't worry about the rambling sometimes fandom drives me crazy too

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Oof, it's been a hot minute since I've sent you an ask... Sorry 'bout that and also for not sending you any New Year's wishes, irl stuff kept me pretty busy lately. I hope you had fun celebrating! <3

...Admittedly, part of the reason for my absence was that I've also been feeling unpleasantly drained by the Nightmare Pass missions, on top of everything else. I feel a little bad about pretty much coming here and complaining, but I'd like to hear your opinion since you have the Pass activated and I'm f2p, so I wonder how our experiences differ.

I feel like the rewards are.. lackluster, in all honesty. The yellow keys are nice, the frame is pretty... And that's about it. Aside from a small bonus of getting some gems after completing the daily missions, there's really not much to look forward to. It feels like there's far too much effort required and not enough rewards.

Not to mention the missions themselves. God, the missions. I hate the way they work with a passion. The fact that you need to log in daily is fine, the fact that you need to grind a bit is also fine... But then there's shit like "claim a likeability reward" which I'd love to do, except I only have one left over from Andrealphus and still half a Pass to get through. I remember you writing that it feels like being punished for unlocking content, and I completely agree. That's exactly how it feels. I am not going to waste all of my red keys in an attempt to get a new L-grade card since I have all S-grade devils maxed out already.

And speaking of wasting red keys! The "special draw" missions also leave a bit of a sour taste in my mouth. I remember making those single-pulls while sighing deeply because, well, it just doesn't feel like all of the resources I'm consuming are going to be compensated. I spend Solomon's tears, both types of keys, a lot of energy (in-game and irl) and most of the time I get... A few boxes of randomised jellies? That I can get extremely easily through other means? At least make them select-type like the ones in event shops, damn it!

Basically, I'm salty and kind of sad. I love the game dearly, but I think I'm going to give up on the Nightmare Pass. Once I hit a likeability reward mission that I cannot complete, I'm out. The frame is pretty, but getting one from an event shop is going to be way easier and less stress-inducing. I don't want to burn myself out (any more than I already did) by trying to complete it.

So sorry for such a long rant, I ended up getting a bit carried away... I'm really interested in how the effort/reward ratio feels like with a purchased Pass. I'm not really active in the fandom (I pretty much only follow you and the official acc, lol) so I haven't seen people speak about it yet. Hopefully, at least some people have a better time with that hell of an event.

— 💛

So, I used my premium pass from the pre-order rewards on the Nightmare Pass so I could study the way it works from a p2p perspective. I must say, the reward you get in p2p are much better. I received many yellow and red keys, Solomon's Tears, Puddings, Books, Coins, etc. I had unlimited auto-fights in the nightmare dungeon so I can grind coins for the shop easily. Over all, the amount of rewards you get may justify the $60 price tag IF you can afford it and you want the card at the end. Also, this assumes they do this within limited quantities. Like, I would say once every few months at most. Maybe very 2-3 months at most. Still sucks you can only get the card if you're willing to pay out the nose for the rewards. I did look at the f2p rewards and... yeah, not worth it. That is a lot of grinding for very little payoff. I was getting 2-4 reward every day because I was getting the rewards for every tier so it felt more worthwhile.

Also, yeah. I have been playing the game less since the Nightmare Pass started because I was afraid of locking myself out of future requirements for the missions. I had trouble with likability (something I usually max out within 2-3 days of getting a new unit), I was afraid to level up characters and their skills, I wasn't promoting anyone, I wasn't doing anything because I was so afraid I would screw myself by playing the game.

That's why I think Nightmare Pass kind of sucks the most. I felt like I was being punished for having played the game up until this point. Some missions were, as you said, fine. Any missions involving pleasing someone in the Secret Club were fine (not the unholy board because some of those I had maxed out already and it was pain to advance them more). Any missions where I had to fight were good. That I can always do. But missions that have finite end points are terrible (there is a max number of levels characters can have, a max amount of promotions I can do, only so far I can go on an unholy board, likability stops at 100%, characters can only evolve 5 times before they are maxed). Those missions suck because I can screw myself by actually having invested the time into the game before the Nightmare Pass is even out. It actually sucked to basically stop playing this game because I was afraid to play and screw myself out of getting Gabriel.

And the missions are kind of sucky too. Because each stage only unlocks after the previous one is completed, it's hard to know what is coming up and easy to screw yourself. Not everyone has 20ST available multiple times. Not everyone hoards their keys to do the multiple draws over and over again. And having 25 stages that can only be unlocked once daily rather than continuously (since the one mission on each day is to login) it means that if you miss a few days, you are screwed. You can pay to unlock the path with Nightmare Coins, but that assumes you have enough (and each reward gets more expensive as you go).

Overall, Nightmare Pass feels like the kind of event that is aimed toward people who dedicate time to the game to complete the rewards, but those same people can easily get screwed if they put in all that effort too early. The nightmare Pass isn't terrible, but it definitely needs some tweaking. It's the kind of event I would only continue in the future if I really want the card/haven't invested so much I screw myself. Honestly, it feels like the kind of event you finish and only debate purchasing the other rewards after you see how far you've managed to get to see if you can justify the expense.

Also, never feel like you can't rant to me. I rant all the time. Goodness knows I rant all the time... I don't do it because I hate the game. It's me trying to point out issues for others and because I want to see things changed for the better.

#❖ 💛 anon #love letters ❤️#talkin' whb

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i was just randomly scrolling through the tdt tag and i saw your post about the horrible treatment by supposed fans towards stiefvater and trc/tdt and i couldn’t agree more. things were always tricky and it was a sad sad day when she closed her tumblr and i remember a lot of it had to do with the treatment of kavinsky’s character. i’m not saying there weren’t problematic elements to her writing but she more often than not got criticised for all sorts of dumb shit but i truly hoped that the fandom had matured in the years following the release of the raven king but i suppose it was not to be. i remember when she did a reddit ama and got accused of being homophobic because declan and jordan got engaged but not ronan and adam. like ?!?!? did this person even pay attention to the story and their character arcs?? it would make very little sense for pynch to get engaged, not least because they are barely in the same place for most of tdt. anyway sorry for the rant but i just truly feel bad for maggie, for all the work and love she put into these characters and doing it all through a scary illness that nearly stopped her from writing and by all accounts would have killed her. i definitely think she wasn’t prepared for the level of fandom and attention she was going to receive for trc and it sucks that she’s had to reduce her presence from social media since. i can’t wait for her next books though especially because they seem to be more for adults. i think she has truly mastered young adult fiction so i’m curious to see what she does next, and it’s bound to be good if tdt is any indication

oh word, friend! honestly the vitriolic outlash re: kavinsky was sort of my personal first red flag about the rising of purity culture in fandom spaces (though there were, and are, valid criticisms of k obviously, like yikes re: the "face of a refugee" shit)—and now all this stuff about pynch in tdt is like... idk, people have lost touch with the concepts of nuance and also unhomogenized relationship arcs.

(THIS GOT SO LONG SORRY, I HAVE TOO MANY THOUGHTS)

idk how understood this is, but as a chronically ill person, i think about it a lot—ronan's entire arc in tdt, especially in cdth, is about chronic illness and the arduous, painful process of acceptance of one's disability and consequent limitations. like you said, stiefvater came into tdt after a terrifying illness during which she literally lost the ability to string sentences together, and very much had no idea if it was a skill she would ever regain. and she's still dealing with issues, i'm sure, because any serious illness leaves its marks.

being a dreamer has always had aspects of chronic illness, though one could argue that its original plot inclusions in trc aligned more with experiences of addiction and mental illness (with a soupçon of internalized homophobia, for Flavor™). but the way tdt starts off with ronan being very directly forced into conflict with his physical capabilities in regards to doing the things he needs to do for his own essential happiness (read: moving to be closer to adam, and his following inability to actually do that, as it took him too far off the ley line to be safe for him,or anyone around him) is a classic chronic illness narrative. and considering what stiefvater was coming out of, experientially, it's very clear that this is deliberate.

(i think she's actually talked about this somewhere, maybe in that reddit ama, but idr where! if anyone wants to follow-up with that, it would be lovely)

the thing is!!! navigating one's own disability is a grieving process—and grief is multifaceted, and comes paired with a lot of anger and railing at god/nature/reality/whatever. which, of course, can absolutely ruin relationships and push loved ones away. and even if it doesn't firebomb those relationships, it still complicates them intrinsically. a person can't help someone that's not helping themself, and it's hard to have space for helping yourself when all of your resources are going towards survival. and ronan is very much surviving. he is not helping himself—and he hasn't been for a long time at the start of tdt. we see that in the daily/weekly schedule declan had to force him to write so he wouldn't just waste away, and it continues apace into, you know. violent ecofascism. (which is a lot more destructive than your average joe can manage with their disability crisis, but you know, each to their own!)

meanwhile, adam's on his own self-worth/self-concept journey, spreading his wings at college and doing the very classic job of swinging oneself so far in the opposite direction of their old behaviors or the person they used to be, that it ends up being its own brand of personal disservice. he has put the adam parrish of henrietta in a box and shoved it to the back of his mind, and donned this very literal disguise (my boy! in a tweed fuckin vest and slacks! love that for him) of ivy league therapist friend!adam, and though we obvs lack adam pov to take the actual temperature of this, it's really clear that this shift isn't sustainable. you can't run from trauma, and you can't run from your past self, and he's making a valiant effort at doing both. it's gonna back up on him, if it's not already.

so ronan going off the rails? not something adam has the capacity to manage gracefully, even if ronan was letting him in—which he isn't, because he's grieving the simple fact of an inherent freedom he'll never be allowed. all of his friends have scattered on the wind like so many traumatized dandelion seeds, and he's stuck in the same place, unable to put the ghosts of their collective past behind him, because they live in his house. this is the driveway where he found his father, dead; this is the barn where he spent countless fruitless hours trying to dream a sweetmetal for his mother, only to have her die horribly before he could; this is the car in which he raced a dead boy, and these are the streets he drove with his best friend on long, sleepless nights when all they could do was try to keep each other from falling through the holes in their heads. the school he failed, the church in which he dreamed a crime worse than anything he'd dreamed before or since, the hummocks of disturbed earth, grown over with tall grass, in which he buried the things that wanted to kill him and who knows how many other corpses of his own physical self.

and he can't leave. he can never leave, so he's clutching at straws and alienating everyone who loves him and just McFreakin Losing It! which is fine, because he's nineteen and stranded and feels more alone than he ever has, in this void of anything like guidance, in the void of parental figures, in the void of any kind of traditional life path, and he has to work all of that out for himself.

so of course he and adam aren't getting fucking engaged. of course it's not a happily ever after—and it would be disinenguous for maggie goddamn stiefvater to give us that! because when has she ever been anything but a writer of complex, messy and wretchedly gorgeous characters? isn't that what drew us all to her in the first place? because fuck, y'all, the draw sure isn't her plots or her worldbuilding! (i love her worldbuilding, to be clear, it's just... aside from the dreaming, it's not super consistent)

stiefvater's appeal as an author is the very unique and complex way she understands her characters' minds, and refuses to ever play them as archetypes. gansey isn't just a nerd, or just a rich boy, or just a lonely person—he is all of them at once. he's a king of men, he's miserable, he's giddy with the thrill of being alive, he wants to get pizza with his friends and drive too fast and be allowed to go fuckin bonkers now and again and kiss the girl he loves.

gansey is a fucking problem. blue is a problem, henry is a problem—adam parrish and ronan lynch are PROBLEMS, and god fuckin bless stiefvater for not only allowing this in her characters, but for leaning into it. she lets them be messy, lets them be awful and fight and do the wrong thing, and—most importantly—she lets them find ways to come back together afterwards!

all this to say, it blows my fucking mind that people are surprised that this trilogy is doing anything other than absolutely wrecking shop. stiefvater wouldn't have written these books if there weren't things in her characters that needed to break in order to be patched back up, stronger than before. the entire raven cycle universe is built on the shifting nature of individual identity, and the ways we all have to create our own fulfillment, because the goals we set for ourselves are very rarely the point of existence that we want them to be. and if the first quartet was about gansey and adam, at their core, then this trilogy is about ronan and declan, building their fulfillment. finding their footing in the world as adults (which, you know, quick point, tdt is not young adult fiction, it's regular old speculative fiction, so uhhh yeah of course the material is gonna be even less fluffy homogenized shit than the first series) and that's fucking HARD and MESSY and just. jeez, y'all, have faith in stiefvater that it'll all come out the better, and find some peace that things are messy right now. (it's not HOMOPHOBIC for a queer person to struggle in fiction, and if you're thinking that, you need to sit down and examine that thought very deeply. i could say a lot about how declan falling in love and getting engaged is extremely meaningful for his personal development, where the same thing wouldn't be for adam and ronan, but uhhh idk)

we make a lot of jokes that stiefvater likes to hurt us, but does she? really? like, yes, her writing hurts, but as a person who was dragged kicking and screaming through his mid-20s by the nape of his neck and the slim hope of the brighter future shown in the raven cycle, i can say that her stories are actually, at their core, about healing and the awful paths we have to walk to reach it. and, with the advent of tdt, they're now also about the fact that healing is cyclical, not linear! there's no end point to growth. there's no happy ending—because there's no ending, short of death. life has ups and downs, and with every layer of ourselves we heal, another, deeper layer pulls back, demanding that same care and attention, those same tears and clawing for the light. it's hard. it sucks. but at the end of the day, we can get gelato with our friends. we can look at art. we can find our sweetmetals to carry us through our days, whether those be assistive devices, or people, or a favorite book.

;laskfjw idk TL;DR, these books would not only not be maggie stiefvater books if adam and ronan just... got engaged and were having a happy, fluffy time of it (and fwiw, declan and jordan are distinctly NOT having a happy fluffy time??)—they would also fucking suck. they would not be entries into this world. they would be doing these characters a fucking disservice. so just. everyone needs to calm down and realize they can just not read something if it makes them mad. what's that meme with the skeleton? you can just LEAVE!!! you can put the book down instead of harassing the fucking author, who is doing nothing but staying true to herself and her motivations in storytelling.

clearly i have a lot of feelings about this. if you read this far, blessings be on your funky little soul, you absolute legend.

#tdt #trc #the dreamer trilogy #the raven cycle #maggie stiefvater #this is so fucking long sorry #anonymous ask #ask

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ikigyu · 3 years

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valentine's mishaps | sunghoon

❝ I'm her boyfriend. ❞ — you were single. in a blink of an eye, you're not anymore.

PAIRINGS. sunghoon x fem! reader

GENRE. fluff, romance, high school au, fake dating au, slight angst, cliché tropes that make me wanna throw up but it's too cute so I wrote it, slight strangers to lovers, slow burn-ish

WARNINGS. swearing, too many couples on valentine's day and it made the reader bitter, a little mention of sh, mentions of claustrophobia and traumas, bullying, nauseousness (?), light-headedness, my OCs are bullies lol sorry ><, hyperventilating, the reader gets trapped in a room, tooth-rotting fluff near the end :D, cliffhanger in the end :0

WC. 8094 words (aight-)

AUTHOR'S NOTE. y'all, if you let this flop then I don't know anymore. I worked hard for this and I'm actually proud that I have written something this long ;_; please gimme some feedback on it, be it in the tags or comment! Enjoy reading!

FOR @kpopscape's CAFÉ JULIO EVENT WITH PROMPTS (from dessert) #4, 16, 18

Valentine’s day is near and everyone is busy with their relationships — getting ready for dates, going for a walk late at night, or maybe even setting up dinner dates — things you’ll never experience.

What a sad life. But it’s not like you’re in a hurry to be in a relationship either. Maybe it’s about the fact that you’ve been in countless relationships already yet none of them lasted for long, and seeing your friend with a strong relationship with her boyfriend—you were undeniably envious. You just wanted to bark at those sweet fluffy couples walking around the park while holding hands, but that’s too much.

But don’t you think being the third wheel of your friend’s date is more… harsh?

You were invited by Rina to go with her saying that you’ll go shopping without informing you that her boyfriend will be there. The results? You’re their official third wheel and porter. You might’ve looked like you’re their nanny.

Rina glanced at you and threw you a sympathetic look as she mouths “I’m sorry, I didn’t know he’ll come”. You just rolled your eyes and nodded, understanding what she meant. I mean, you’re not okay with it but as long as they don’t make you pay for their lunch, everything is gonna be ok—

“Hey Y/N, are you treating us for lunch?” Heeseung, Rina’s boyfriend, beamed at you with his familiar smile, showing off his beautiful white teeth.

Did I speak too soon?

You glared at both of them before letting out an exhausted groan, your steps coming to a stop. “Don’t you think both of you are too harsh to me? I get it, ok? I’m single, but you don’t have to slap it across my face that I am! Ugh, both of you are so annoying. Buy your own lunch, I’m not your slave!” You huffed, ranting to the two how you feel 90% more single than how you felt before you went with them. You dropped all the things you were carrying to the marble floor of the mall in front of them before walking away pouting.

“What’s with her? I was joking, geez.” Heeseung gawked at your back, taking all the things you were holding earlier to his arms as he awkwardly smiled at Rina, who was glaring at the boy too.

“W-what did I do?” The young lad innocently asked, making Rina growl at him. The girl walked away towards the café where they were supposed to eat at with her boyfriend following behind her. “Yah! What did I do?”

⸻ ✧ • ✧ • ⸻

You were about to go home but then you remembered that you didn’t have any service nor money to ride a bus on the way home. You arrived here because Heeseung drove all of you here, but now that you’re upset for no absolute reason, they can’t send you home.

“I shouldn’t have acted like that…” you mumbled to yourself while walking on the sidewalk, eyes glued to the cement floor, hands on your purse as your lips were in a pout. You felt your phone vibrated inside your pockets as you fished it out and saw Rina’s message.

RIRI: bestie where are you? Come on, we’ll pick you up and send you home.

You looked around and noticed that you were in a park with no human being around. It kind of sent shivers all over your body as the cold wind hit your bare skin. You were only wearing a long-sleeved blouse and a skirt that fits with it and you know very well that you might get in trouble because of it.

When you were about to text your Rina back, your eyes caught sight of a café nearby and thought that you wanted to eat before going home.

YOU: I can go home by myself. I’m at a café called… enha-cafe? I think. RIRI: u sure? YOU: I’m a grown-ass woman girl, I can handle myself. RIRI: ok? Don’t forget the fact that you almost fed yourself cat food… you even almost burned your apartment unit down ??? but sure I’ll believe that. YOU: Do you have a death wish? RIRI: blep :p

You rolled your eyes at Rina’s attempt to expose you (which worked at some point) while you pushed the glass door of the cafe.

“Welcome to enha-cafe, what can I get for you?” A kind feminine voice asked you to which you turn your head in the direction of the sound as you noticed a short-haired girl standing behind the counter. Kim Sujin. The name on her name tag.

“Hello, one iced mocha, please.” You smiled as your eyes fell on the yummy cakes lying there, making your mouth water. “One slice of this cake too, please!” You added, pointing at the white cake with chocolate bits on it. Sujin nodded as she listed it down.

“Coming right up! You can sit there while waiting.”

“Thank you.”

You walked towards a seat near the glass window, settling yourself on the high chair. You looked around the interior of the place and noticed that you weren’t the only one in here. A boy was sitting not so far from you, and he has a pile of books around him. Not gonna lie, he was really cute. He has this pretty sharp jawline that made him look attractive from a distance. He has pale skin and a cute nose too— all your thoughts were thrown away after seeing that the boy was looking at you. You blinked continuously as his face was now fully visible to you and saw that he wasn’t just handsome—it seemed like he was carved by God himself. He looked like an angel—

“What do you want?” His voice was serious and it sounded rude to you, making you flinch at the opposite attitude he was showing you.

“N-nothing.”

“Geez, what a creep.” He looked you up and down before focusing on his works again. You widened your eyes after hearing his response to you. He has the right to be creeped out, I mean; Imagine just sitting comfortably and then suddenly feel someone staring at you, and even when you caught them staring, they don’t look away—what would your reaction be like? Weirded out, right?

“Yah! I was just looking at you because you look like someone I know!” You retorted. To be honest, you don’t even know someone that looks like that and that was just a little white lie to get away with his suspicion towards you.

You were afraid that he might sue you for sexual harassment.

“Pfft, yeah right.” He gave you a side-eye and smirked.

“W-what are you smirking at?” You slapped yourself mentally after hearing that you just stuttered. Seriously, this “why-enn” disease. The boy doesn’t answer, instead, he closed all his books and started packing all his things, leaving you there hanging.

Angelic face with a rude attitude—if that’s not him, then who is. You growled at his back figure but before you could continue sending daggers at him, your order arrived. You decided not to fret too much about the kid’s rude attitude and just ate your meal.

You finished minutes later and left.

While on your way home, you felt your eyes threatening to flutter close. You wanted to sleep already but you still have to walk another 1 kilometer. You didn’t wanna be late for school tomorrow again so you decided to walk faster than how you do normally. Ok, maybe you’re running and not walking. But as long as you get to lay down on your comfy bed and sleep like there’s no tomorrow, you don’t mind running a kilometer long.

When you arrived home, you immediately ran to your room, ignoring the series of calls from your brother. “Not even a hi?” Jake shrugged.

You flopped down on your bed and inhaled the scent of home. “Finally~” you were too tired and exhausted to even change your clothes as you finally drifted to sleep.

⸻ ✧ • ✧ • ⸻

Ring. Ring. Rin—

You cut off the annoying sound of your alarm clock with your hand as you sat up and stretched your arms up in the air, yawning. A sudden knock from your door was enough to make your eyebrows meet each other, forming a frown on your face. “What do you want?” You asked irritatingly. But seems like your brother’s words just passed by your ears and come out on the other once you were reminded of what happened yesterday.

You screamed as your hand went through your hair, pulling every hair you could touch, and attempted to detach it from your scalp. Jake was fast enough to open your door immediately, worried about what might’ve happened only to be disappointed at what he saw.

“Stop pulling your hair, you crazy woman.” The young boy rolled his eyes and separated your hand from your scalp. “What stupid shit have you done now?”

“Is it really creepy to be staring at someone for long?”

“Depends on what your intention is and how close you are with that person you’re staring at, why?”

“AHH!”

“Yes, it’s creepy. Now, what did you do—”

“GET OUT!”

Jake didn’t move and stood there like he was some teacher demanding an answer from a student which doesn’t even make sense. But he was your twin brother, after all, you can’t hide things from each other—even if it’s the most embarrassing things, each of you deserves to know it.

After telling Jake what happened, he just stared at you like you were some dirty human being that he just witnessed choking a man to death. “Don’t look at me like that! It’s not my fault he’s handsome.”

“It’s also not my fault if he sees you again, he’ll probably embarrass you in front of people.”

“Whose side are you even on?”

“The boy’s, why?”

“GET OUT!”

You just finished eating breakfast and you left for school early, not because of the fear of being late, but because you don’t wanna go with your brother. You were slowly realizing that it was indeed creepy—the thing you did yesterday—and you could only wish to not see that boy anywhere.

But too bad, life wasn’t on your side.

⸻ ✧ • ✧ • ⸻

While you were walking in the corridors, a group of females went to you with a smile on their faces. You already know why they’re here and you’re not in the mood for it.

“Y/N, still no luck in finding a boyfriend?”

It’s that damn topic again. They won’t stop bugging you until you give up and let them find you “a boy of your dreams”, well that’s what they said. But you know better—those “boys” they’re talking about are all about the “abs”. You’re not that kind of person though.

You’d rather be in a relationship with that rude man you met than with those bulky men these girls are talking about. Besides, you would like it more if you were the one who will choose the love of your life rather than let other people meddle with your personal problems.

But it was easier said than done.

You have bad memories with these girls in front of you now. In Junior High, you were once bullied by them for being poor and average. And now, they’re trying to be nice and look oh-so-friendly with you? It was too good to be true. So when you ignore their “help”, bad things might happen. But also for you, being the independent girl you are, you can’t let them interfere with your life.

“I have a boyfriend already.” You said throwing them a fake smile. With that, you thought that they will stop bugging you but instead, it got worse.

“Really? Who?”

“Oh my god, why didn’t you tell us?”

“Introduce him to us!”

Bad idea, Shim Y/N. Bad idea. Who knew that they would ask more questions once you tell them a lie? Hmm, you’re the only one who didn’t know that, I guess.

“U-uhm, h-he’s not in this s-school...” You fiddled with your fingers behind you as you kept on stuttering, you’re having a hard time looking for the right words to answer with. But they just kept on throwing you questions that even the police might find suspicious. It’s called an invasion of privacy.

“Is he handsome?”

“What’s his name?”

At this point, you were being suffocated and surrounded by these girls as your back was glued to the row of lockers and all you hear were muffled voices. Same for your vision, it started becoming blurry as you gripped the hem of your skirt tightly.

And before you knew it, your vision became dark.

“Y/N! Y/N! Y/N—”

“What?” you groaned as you felt your head throb continuously. You sat up from the bed— wait, a bed? When you’re finally sober enough to process everything, you noticed you were in the clinic. Beside you, was your brother, Jake, and your best friend, Rina with her boyfriend, Heeseung.

“What happened?” you asked while your hand went to your head and held it for support.

“You fainted… because of that,” Rina mumbled, her voice almost sounding like a squeak that only the mouse could hear. But it was loud enough to be heard by you. You nodded, understanding what she meant.

You were claustrophobic. Earlier, those girls were surrounding you and it suffocated you enough to make you faint. You hated being the center of attention and being surrounded by people was one of them.

“Good thing a young man picked you up and brought you here immediately.” Heeseung smiled at you as he said those words.

A young man? “Who?” As if on cue, a young man did appear with a tray of medicine in his hands. You raised your head to look at the person fully and—oh god, you weren’t believing your eyes.

It was him.

“Y-YOU?!” You were genuinely shocked, gulping harshly as you covered your face from the boy.

“What’s wrong with me?” He looked confused, but at the same time, you knew he was faking it. “Oh, that’s why you looked familiar. You’re the girl who—” Before he could finish his sentence, you stormed out of the clinic bed to ran over the boy and cover his mouth.

Gritting your teeth, you whispered, “Let’s talk, not here,” you didn’t even wait for him to respond as you pulled him out of the room. You took off your hand from his mouth before bowing 90 degrees.

“H-hey, what’re you doing—”

“I’m sorry for what I’ve done yesterday!”

“Oh that, don’t worry, I know I’m handsome.” He said with a cocky grin. You stood straight before charging onto him, head locking the boy.

“You little...”

“AH!”

Both of you were now sitting at a near café located inside the campus, with an ice pack in the boy’s hand. “I was about to forgive you but you just had to do that. Tsk tsk, you lost the opportunity.” He said, sipping on his Iced Americano, glancing at you, who had your head lowered as your eyes threw daggers on the floor.

“What did the floor ever do to you? Poor floor.” The boy sarcastically clicked his tongue as you raised your head to glare at him.

“Do you want another black eye?” You threatened.

“No, absolutely not.”

If not for the waiter serving you the iced mocha you ordered, it would be quiet again. For the two of you.

“Look, I forgive you, ok? But what you did was creepy and strange.” The young boy kindly said.

“I already know that. But still, sorry if it creeped you out.” You fiddled with your fingers under the table as you took a sip from your iced mocha. “What’s your name, by the way?” You tried to forget the not-so-good first meeting and restart again. “I’m Shim Y/N, Jake’s twin sister.” You introduced yourself, stretching out your arm towards the guy with a smile.

“I’m Sunghoon. Park Sunghoon.” He took your hand and shook it.

“Hello Sunghoon, I never knew you go to this school.”

“I keep it low… sometimes.” Sunghoon smiled, beaming you his white teeth to which you caught a glimpse of his little fang on the side. You found it cute and without noticing, you chuckled while staring at him. Sunghoon did the same. His eyes wandered around your pretty face, from your sparkling eyes that held the whole universe in it to the scar on the right side of your neck, near your collarbone. He tilted his head as he stared at that one scar that caught his attention.

You noticed his stare as you followed it. “Oh, this?” you asked, grazing your hand above the said wound. “I’d rather not talk about it, it’s… terrifying.” You muttered. Sunghoon nodded in response and no longer made a fuss about the scar. But of course, he was curious.

You both finished your drinks and Sunghoon decided to walk you to your classroom. While walking in the hallways, you could feel students’ eyes on you and the boy walking beside you. You lowered your head and closed your eyes tightly and pretended that no one was paying attention to you but your hand was trembling ‘cause of anxiety, indicating that your fear might attack any second now.

And guess what, life was making you suffer.

The girls earlier appeared out of nowhere and asked you tons of questions again. Erin, their “leader” stepped in front of you making you stop on your tracks. “Poor you. You didn’t have to lie that you have a boyfriend, y’know?” She laughed in a mocking tone. Leaning to your ear, she took a strand of your hair and twirled it around her finger as she whispered, “You could’ve just let me help you find one, that’s not too hard.” She pulled away and held both of your shoulders, dusting off the left one. “I’ll find you the one—”

Sunghoon noticed your uncomfortable state and decided to cut off the talking female and might’ve said something… unexpected.

“You don’t have to—I’m her boyfriend.” He said, making you turn your head on the side where he is and looked at him with wide eyes. “Now, if you don’t mind, she has class.” Sunghoon smiled at Erin mischievously as he took your hand in his, pulling you towards your classroom.

You were in utter shock, but at the same time, you thanked him mentally for saving you. Arriving in front of your classroom, Sunghoon let go of your hand as you felt a foreign feeling as if you didn’t want him to let go of you at all. You pursed your lip into a thin line, glancing at Sunghoon with no words leaving your mouth. “Thank you,” you whispered under your breath but the boy didn’t seem to hear it.

“What was that?” He asked you to repeat what you said and leaned closer to your face to hear it—which was unnecessary. You felt your cheeks heat at the close contact.

“I said, t-thank you.” You squeaked, not caring anymore if he heard it or not, and just turned your back at him immediately after saying it again. You entered the classroom and thank god, the homeroom teacher is not here yet. Settling yourself on your seat, you flopped your head on your desk and reminisced on what just happened not too long ago.

Boyfriend…? It took you a while to process what happened and when it did, you raised your head and gasped loudly, catching the attention of some of your classmates as well as Rina. Turning to you, she asked worriedly. “You just left earlier with that boy and arrive with the same person, did something happened?” But before you could answer, the teacher arrived.

⸻ ✧ • ✧ • ⸻

The class was over—the first thing you were greeted by was Rina’s hand wrapping around your arm, pulling you outside the classroom, making your way towards the cafeteria to eat lunch.

Both of you were now seated across each other, Rina’s curious eyes dug through your bare skin. “Get to the point, will you?” You stated.

“Ok, tell me what happened—like, come on, spill some tea.” She leaned sassily on her seat, crossing her arms like a businesswoman talking with their acquaintance, waiting for you to speak.

You started by telling her how you met Sunghoon and ended your story with the scenario that happened earlier. Her jaw fell and her eyes sparkled with admiration. “Ooh, Sunghoon saved the day for you, huh?” She wiggled her eyebrows as she cooed at you teasingly.

“Oh, shut up. It’s nothing, he probably just did that to save me from those bitches.”

“Girl… you’re so dense.” Rina shook her head at you disappointingly. You responded with an eyebrow raised, and a quiet ‘what’.

“It’s not like we’ll keep on pretending we’re dating— shit.” You stopped the spoon that was about to go into your mouth mid-way after realizing what you just put yourself into.

“Exactly.”

Your meal was long forgotten when you stood up and ran towards who knows where. You were on your way to talk to Sunghoon about what he did and what’ll happen. But… you don’t know what class is he in—which was dumb itself. You went to another building that had the same grade you were in and started asking people if they know who Sunghoon is. Thankfully, on your first try, it worked.

“Hello, do you know Sunghoon?” You approached a young boy with pale skin and crescent-like eyes. He was cute, you thought. On his name tag, written there was Kim Sunoo. That sounds familiar to you but you didn’t think much about it.

“You mean, Park Sunghoon? From Class A-4?” He confirmed, but you don’t know any other Sunghoon nor what his class is so you just nodded at the young kid. He looks like your age so maybe he’s not a young kid—but he’s cute.

“He’s still in class, I think—”

Speaking of the devil, Sunghoon walked out of class with his bag hanging on his shoulder, behind him was another guy which you guessed was one of his friends. Looks like their class just ended, you said to yourself. You approached the boy and smiled nervously. He turned to you with a surprised look, “Y/N, what brings you here?”

“We need to… talk. Now.” You whispered to him, but before letting him answer, you immediately pulled him into a deserted area near the stairs.

“Woah, calm down. What happened—”

“You know what you did, right? You told those girls that you’re my boyfriend… I hope you know what you brought yourself into.” You spoke, fidgeting with your fingers on the process. You sounded like something bad will happen making Sunghoon laugh at you.

“Hey, I know what I did. I just saved you from those…” his voice trailed off as he looked at you with widened eyes. “Are you saying that…”

“Yes, you did that without knowing and you didn’t even think of the consequences of your actions—which resulted in this mess.” You explained with your eyes staring right through his soul. “Half of the population of students know that we’re dating… so if we don’t pretend we’re dating, they’ll grow suspicious.” You continued, with each of the words you spit out, Sunghoon understood them easily.

“That won’t be too hard, and I don’t mind.”

“You... don’t mind?”

“Nah, my friends like to set me up with some random girl, and now that I have a girlfriend—” You cut him off.

“Fake girlfriend.” You said, emphasizing the “fake” part.

“Ok.” He nodded and continued; “And now that I have a fake girlfriend, they won’t set me up with just anyone anymore. So it’s convenient for me too.”

“So it’s settled.” You smiled at Sunghoon and reached your hand for him to shake, “We’ll be fake dating.”

⸻ ✧ • ✧ • ⸻

Days have passed (1 week before Valentine’s Day) and maybe it wasn’t that hard—honestly, it was great. The girls who were once bothering you could only watch you from afar and Sunghoon was surprisingly a good boyfriend. Any girl would want him as one but now, all of the girls envied you.

You were the center of attention every time you would walk in the cafeteria or any place with students at all. You don’t know if it was a good thing or a bad one, but you could care less. As for Jake, Rina, and Heeseung—they all know that it’s just an act.

Nothing much changed, to be honest. Your life was still the same—you wake up in the morning, go to school with Jake, walk to class with Sunghoon, eat lunch with Rina—nothing unusual happened.

Except for the fact that girls would mob you and ask you lots of questions on how you caught Sunghoon’s attention and all—you realized that Sunghoon was famous among girls too. And your anxiety would show up more often than before. Those were the only differences that you’re experiencing in your life— oh, and don’t forget the number of dates Sunghoon takes you out on and gifts that he gives you every time you two have a date. It all felt real, too real. It looked like Sunghoon was your real boyfriend.

But you also kept telling yourself to not be too attached or else it would be hard to let go, especially when feelings started to build inside you. You would often feel a swarm of butterflies flying around your stomach and it overwhelmed you to the fact that you want to throw up here and there. But it was a good feeling—that’s what you tell yourself.

Today, wasn’t any different from those normal days you had. Or so you thought.

While heading towards the music room with your hands hugging the textbooks against your chest, a hand suddenly grasp your wrist making you turn towards that person, only to be greeted by Rina.

“Don’t proceed—don’t go to the music room,” Rina warned you which made you raise an eyebrow at her strange attitude.

“Why—”

“Just don’t! You don’t have a Music class on Wednesday.”

She was right, you don’t have a Music Class on Wednesday, but why was the teacher looking for you? You were weirded out too.

“I’ll be quick.” You ignored her warning and proceeded to walk to the music room, you brushed aside the eerie feeling that was washing over you as well as Rina’s calls behind you.

“I swear to god, this girl never listens.”

You entered the room, checking if there are any people inside, and your eyebrows knotted together after seeing that there weren’t any signs of a teacher waiting for you at all—it was almost deserted, if not for the instruments scattered around the room, the place would look like an abandoned classroom. When you were about to leave, you gasped at the sound that the window made. You looked back and saw that all the windows were closed which made you confused because earlier, they were all open but then you saw Erin leaving the room with keys in her hand.

“P-please, don’t—”

“Hmm, how about… no.” Her laugh echoed around the walls of the empty room as she leaves, locking the door as she does so.

You were late to stop the door from closing and you started feeling your chest tightening as your heartbeat increased its pace, almost jumping out from your ribs. You looked around to see if there were any windows open to get some air but it was all locked from the outside. Your eyes became blurry while you have a hard time trying to breathe. You let out quiet cries as your hands went to both sides of your head, covering your ears with it. All bad memories… please don’t come back. You curled yourself into a ball and sobbed as those memories you tried so hard to forget all started washing over you.

In a dark room, a child was crying. The cries that escaped from her lips echoed around the soundproof walls. She was crying for help—but no one could hear her. No one could help the poor child. Her cries sounded like a newborn baby’s, begging for release. She was trapped in a nightmare, a dark place she doesn’t wanna go back to. A memory that was buried deep inside her brain, a memory that left a scar on her life—a memory she would love to forget.

“Y/N! Wake up…” You started hearing faint noises in the background calling for you but you didn’t have the strength to see who it is. And everything turned black before you knew it.

Your eyes fluttered open, seeing as you were in this one particular room again. “I can’t believe I wake up here often—” You said in a quiet voice and was cut off by a familiar one.

“That’s because you didn’t listen to Rina’s warning.” You looked to your side, greeted by a sweaty boy. You also noticed that he was the only one around.

“Sunghoon?” You called out to him as you sat up. “Where’s Rina? Or Jake?��

“They’re on their way.”

“Were you…”

“The one who saved you? As always.”

He flashed you his signature toothy smile—one of the reasons why you always feel butterflies swimming around your stomach—as he took your hand in his. The feeling of his skin coming in contact with yours sent electricity throughout your whole body. Though he does it often, and it became a normal act for him to do so. It was always you who wasn’t quite used to it. He studied your face and his gaze dropped on the same scar once again.

“Y/N, we’ve been friends for quite a long time now. Would you mind telling me how you got that scar?” He said slowly, trying to not creep you out. “I mean if it’s okay—”

“It’s okay…” You smiled, thinking that it’s time for him to know the truth. You took a deep breath as you proceeded on your story. “When I was a child, I was abducted...” (I decided not to proceed with her story-telling because it may contain some triggering events, so I’ll leave it to you and how you’ll continue the story).

You finished telling Sunghoon the whole thing and his reaction was priceless. He had his mouth hanging wide and his eyes blinked continuously at you. “I-I didn’t know it was like that.” He felt sorry for even asking but you reassured him that it’s okay, and you didn’t mind at all.

“I just wanna thank you, for always being there when I’m in a near-death experience.” You chuckled as you stared at his eyes that showed care and worry while he looked at you in the most gentle way, it was as if you were something fragile and he thinks that when he looks at you, you’ll break anytime.

That’s what you loved about Sunghoon. He was caring, loving, and gentle. But you knew this act wouldn’t last forever—at the end of the day, you’ll still let go of him and remind yourself that he’s not yours. That’s what hurt you the most. You can’t have him even if you want to.

Later on, Rina and Heeseung arrived—and I’m telling you, they got some scolding to do. Jake didn’t make it because he has some business to do. I don’t know what it is, ask him yourself.

And it made you worry—not for Jake—for yourself. He has the house key and you couldn’t go home if you don’t have it. But surprisingly, Jake asked for Sunghoon to take care of you like he knew you’d be looking for him.

“Me? In your house? Why can’t it be with Rina—”

“Family reasons.” Your best friend smiled at you sympathetically.

“Gosh, I have lots of family reasons but I still let you sleep in my house.” You retorted while rolling your eyes.

“Well, in my house it is.” Sunghoon stood up from his seat, reaching for his bag that laid on the clinic bed.

“If you do something to my best friend, I hope you know that you’ll never see the light of the day… ever,” Rina warned the tall boy as you nodded in agreement, chuckling at your best friend’s overprotectiveness.

“Of course, why would I— haha…” he nervously chuckled, scratching his nape while he walks out of the room with you following him from behind. You bid goodbye to Rina and Heeseung with a smile.

Students kept on staring at you and Sunghoon while you were on your way out of the school premises. Both of you walked side by side on the pathway when suddenly, it started raining uncontrollably. You gasped and immediately hovered your purse above your head as Sunghoon did the same, taking your wrist to run towards the bus stop to get some shelter.

Both of you were drenched when you entered Sunghoon’s apartment unit. You took the bus on the way here but since both of you didn’t have an umbrella, you had to walk with only a bag hovering above your heads.

The taller guy sighed exhaustedly as he stepped inside of his unit. He pointed at the couch in the living room, “you can sit there, I’ll get some clothes for you to change into.” He said to which you obeyed instantly. You made yourself comfortable on the couch but not too much.

Sunghoon came back with a pair of sweatshirts and sweatpants and handed it to you. “The bathroom is that way,” he informed you, pointing at the bathroom near the kitchen. You nodded, whispering a quiet “thank you” before heading towards the bathroom to change.

While you were changing, you noticed how his clothes were too big for you but it felt so comfortable to the fact that you didn’t wanna let go of them.

You went out of the bathroom after you changed into his clothes. You found him resting on the couch as he watches a movie. He caught sight of you from his side and faced you with a giggle.

“Sorry for borrowing your clothes.” You shifted on your position awkwardly, trying to avoid his stare.

“Don’t be. You look great in them.” He said it like it wasn’t something that could make your cheeks burn—it slipped off his lips rather smoothly. It appears like he does this often.

You sat beside him as you cleared your throat. He was watching a rom-com drama with a bucket of popcorn in front of him. You spent the rest of the night watching 4 episodes filled with laughter and tears—as well as good old cliché romance.

And then, the dark of the night came. It was time for slumber. In Sunghoon’s room, there was only one bed, and it made you worry.

“Where should I sleep?” You asked Sunghoon who was hugging a pillow against his chest.

“I’ll sleep on the couch, you can take the bed.” He said, sending his cute little smile at you while he walked to the couch like a penguin. “Make yourself at home, don’t worry,” Sunghoon reassured you before you could even protest.

You nodded shyly before going to his room. You were surprised that his room was squeaky clean—no signs of dirty clothes lying on the floor and whatsoever. Unlike Sunghoon, Jake was the opposite (this isn’t based on real-life, ok?), for you. Sunghoon wasn’t like any other guys you’ve met in the past—he was a cute gentleman, a sweet and caring one. No wonder people would fall in love with him. And when I say people, you’re included.

You fell in love with Sunghoon not so long ago. Let’s say, your first day as a fake couple. He held your hand with gentleness and he looked like he was really in a relationship with you. One time, a thought came into you and made you wonder what would it be like if you two were really dating.

What would it be like if Sunghoon was your real boyfriend?

Multiple questions and thoughts came across your mind every time you’re with him. And it seems never-ending.

You lied down on his comfy bed and you immediately smelled his familiar scent on it. Not to be creepy but it was addicting. It was like you were hugging Sunghoon’s body itself.

Being too comfortable on his bed, you fell asleep not so long after.

⸻ ✧ • ✧ • ⸻

A week has passed ever since you slept at Sunghoon’s place.

And today, the day you’ve been not waiting for; has finally come—Valentine’s Day: A holiday filled with Love Birds everywhere you go, a holiday celebrated by two lovers who love each other dearly. But for you, it was just a normal day.

A day where you go to school with Jake and don’t even expect a single drop of rose petal anywhere near your locker. Yet, someone decided to tell you otherwise.

You walked towards your locker to get your textbooks for class and unexpectedly when you opened it; there, a Red Rose laid in the middle with a letter stuck on it. You looked around, expecting to see a Sunghoon somewhere but were then disappointed when he didn’t appear. Shrugging, you opened the folded letter with hearts drawn on it.

From: Sunghoon

To: Y/N <3

You chuckled as you proceeded to read the words written—The handwriting was neat but you were confused as to why it’s so short—

This is a prank lol. The real gift is on the rooftop ;)

Sighing, you folded the paper again and took your things to head to the rooftop. Your heart continued beating inside your chest, following a particular rhythm—a beat of a heart that fell in love. You were undeniably nervous as well as excited at the same time.

You arrived at your destination, definitely not expecting everything you saw just now.

Red roses were in the hands of the boy who invited you to go here as pink hearts hung from above the shelter of the rooftop—you never expected he would prepare too many props when you’re not even dating for real. The real question is; why did he prepare all of this?

“Oh, you’re here?” Sunghoon smiled sweetly, walking towards you with rather heavy steps while holding the bouquet of red roses in his hands. You also found yourself smiling like a fool watching him walk towards you with a cheeky smile that you found cute.

“What’s all this?” You asked him the question that was wandering around your mind for a while now. He chuckled awkwardly, scratching his nape, not knowing what to answer.

“I have a lot to tell you, to be honest.” He started, handing you the flowers first as you accepted them, the smile not leaving your face for a second. “First of all…” he was about to continue when he saw you with the smile that made him feel butterflies and waterfalls inside his stomach every time he caught sight of them. Sunghoon lost focus, for short. You cocked an eyebrow at him, confused as to why he stopped mid-way—the smile was still plastered on your beautiful face.

“Quit smiling at me, I can’t stop messing up my sentence when you look at me like that.” The boy said shyly, a shade of pink blooming from his face as he does so. You laughed at his flustered and shy state before containing the smile that almost broke out of your lips.

“Ok, I’m not gonna smile anymore—continue.”

“No, don’t stop smiling. I love seeing your smile.”

There he goes again. It was that flirty tone that you got used to yet he looked shy while saying it. He was driving you nuts and mostly, he was making you confused—like for example, wasn’t he just shy? And now he’s spitting words that he probably doesn’t know are driving you crazy?

Nonetheless, it made you broke out into a smiling mess. “Just continue what you were about to say,” you told him, making him nod in response.

“I wanna end this fake relationship.” He blurted out with a serious expression and not gonna lie, you felt your heartbreak into thousands of pieces—you expected this to happen. Everything was gonna end either way, even how much you beg life to give you a chance to spend your life with Sunghoon, you knew that was way too much to ask—

“Let’s make it real.”

Your mouth fell agape as happy tears started building up in your eyes. It felt like you were in a dream, it felt like you were in cloud 9 and you just wanted to hear it over and over again. He wants to make it real. Though he said it without enough context, you understood it very well.

Sunghoon beamed at you, opening his arms wide, inviting you into a hug. You accepted it with glee, choking back your tears of joy. Laughing, the boy cupped your face with his large hands and looked at you with familiar tender eyes. “You don’t know how much I waited for this moment to happen,” you asserted. The boy mumbled a soft “me too” as he plants a soft kiss on your forehead.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, my love.” He said sweetly.

Earlier, you were worried about having a valentine’s date but seems like you weren’t gonna worry about it any time now.

Both of you agreed to skip classes and go out on a date—this time as a real couple. What’s more ironic is that he brought you to the place where you guys met for the first time, at the enha-cafe.

Entering the place, the scent of the strong aroma of coffee was the first one to greet the two of you. The same girl was standing behind the wooden counter, her presence was still the same as when you first went here.

“Hello! Happy Valentine’s Day, welcome to Enha-Cafe—what would you like to order?” Sujin greeted with a sweet smile. Her gaze fell on your hands that were intertwined with each other with a surprised expression. “Oh! Weren’t the two of you had a little mishap on the first time you met here?” She gave the two of you a teasing look.

“You… were watching us?” You asked, bewildered by the fact that someone was observing you from afar.

“It’s a habit of hers, hope you don’t mind.” A familiar yet unfamiliar voice answered instead of the girl in front of you. All of you turned your heads towards the direction of the sound, only to be greeted by a boy that you’ve met before.

“Why are you here and not in school?” Sujin scolded her brother Sunoo, crossing her arms at the young lad.

“Oh come on, it’s a holiday. We shouldn’t even be having school on such a lovely yet bitter-y day, y’know?” Sunoo answered with sass.

That’s why you found their names similar — they were siblings. Sunoo also recognized the two of you, Sunghoon as well.

“Ooh~ Skipping class and going on dates, are we?” The young boy cooed. Not only their names and faces were similar, their attitudes as well. Sassy and a professional teaser.

“Well, looks like it,” Sunghoon responded.

The conversation between the rest of you didn’t go long and you proceeded to order.

You and Sunghoon sat by the window, across each other, with foods that you ordered were laid out in front of you. Both of you were giggling and laughing—telling stories and getting to know each other—it was a sight and a moment that you never imagined would happen to you.

For other people, it might’ve been a normal day with their loved ones. Just walking around the park with their lovers, hand in hand, going out on dates, and showing affection towards their partners like no other. But for you, it was a very important day to remember. The month of lovers, the 14th day of the month, a holiday celebrated by two people in love, is a memorable day for you.

It was the day where you confessed your love for Sunghoon as he did the same.

At first, before you even met Sunghoon; you never believed in love. That’s why every time you see a couple walking by, you would curse them inside your mind and tell them that love doesn’t last and will never last—but guess what, after you met Sunghoon, he proved you otherwise. He made you believe in love. You hated it in the beginning but you never knew it would be so overwhelmingly addicting. It made you hold on to promises without a doubt. It made you wanna spend the rest of your life loving the person that made you feel that way. You now believed what people would mostly say, love will be the strongest feeling one would ever feel. You believed that it was indeed strong.

Your eyes wandered around the park, looking for your boyfriend who left to buy some ice cream for the two of you when out of nowhere, you found a couple who was fighting in the middle of the crowd. While watching, you couldn’t help but imagine and wonder, what if we fight? Will everything shatter? Those questions made you feel scared. You kept on watching the scenario, not knowing that Sunghoon was watching you from afar.

He looked in the way where you were looking at and he immediately read your mind. Approaching you with a smile, “No relationship is perfect, Y/N,” He said, handing you the ice cream he bought for you. You were startled for a brief moment from his sudden appearance but then got over it quickly, taking the ice cream from his hand.

“I know that—”

“You shouldn’t worry about what’ll happen in the future. We just started, we should make the most of it.” He cut you off, placing his warm hand above yours, with the familiar gentleness and warmth he would always make you feel.

You nodded at his words and pushed away all the thoughts that were in your mind before looking at the two couples that fought, only to see them hugging each other. “No fights would last a day if two mates truly love each other,” Sunghoon muttered, caressing the back of your hand with his thumb soothingly.

Your lips formed a small smile as you looked at him with tenderness. Being with Sunghoon felt like home, hearing his voice was comforting—your eyes were filled with love while you look at him. Thankful; you were thankful that you met Sunghoon. Your gaze shifted to his soft lips, saying words you didn’t know you could say with such confidence.

“Would you mind if I kissed you?”

Sunghoon was even flustered, himself, but then nodded in reply. Both of you were like magnets, pulling each other closer and closer until you touch. Your lips fell on his and you swore you felt a jolt of electricity wash over your body but it was the good type of feeling. His hand went to cup your cheek as the kiss started gentle, lips moving in sync. Two lovers under a cherry blossom tree just had their first kiss—if that isn’t romantic, then I don’t know what else would be.

The kiss lasted for seconds before parting your lips. He rested his forehead on yours and let out a breathy chuckle, both of your pants mixing with each other. It was magnificent, it was everything you could ask for.

The two of you were like missing puzzle pieces finally put back together. A perfect match and a perfect fit. Though it all started with a misunderstanding and a little mishap, it ended like how a missing puzzle found its place. It all ended happily ever after.

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On one fine day, an unnamed girl walked into the premises of Enha-Cafe and sat on the tall chairs found near the window. When she was about to sit down, a random boy accidentally bumped into her, resulting in his coffee spilling on the female’s clothes. He apologized quickly as she caught a glimpse of the boy’s name tag. Shim Jaeyun.

Is this the beginning of another mishap that’ll turn into a love story? We’ll see.

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FIN.

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timed-xplosion · 3 years

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MENDED HEARTS Draco x reader smut Warning: smut, pussy eating, angst, mentions of cheating but none done, penetration, unprotected sex(rap it before you tap it ;) fingering Lmk if i missed any

Hi hi can I request a draco x reader smut where they broke up but they still have that live for each other and their group of friends Decide to go to a club but draco starts getting jealous that y/n is dancing with someone else and takes her to the bathroom and yk what to write from here :

Of course you can baby, I hope you liked how this turned out :D

"You know what fuck you draco"it hadn't been a good day this was a bad fight, one of the more recent ones. Your water line began to fill with tears as you stared draco in the eyes. Lately you guyes relationship has been unstable and full of fights - late nights in the office unannounced,even sleeping in the office some nights. You've barely been able to spend any time with him. "Oh you wish i would again, too bad pansy the one ive been fucking" Before the smug smirk on his face could fully develop you wiped it right off "you know what its over malfoy, i hope i never see you again". You didnt even wait to see his reactions, you grabed you bag and left out the door ignoring the calls and pleads that came from draco in regret. Its been a month since you last seen or even spoken to draco, hes tries on many accounts to talk to you - every day for the last 3 weeks draco has sent you a latter every day - you assume its him apologizing - but you'll never know for sure, you've burned all of the letters. they - the letters that is make quite a good fire starter in your opinion. "Hey, y/n hows it going"you were walking home from diagon alley were you heard a voice you'd remember anytime. Hermione. Your best friend in Hogwarts, i mean technically shes the onenwho got you to confess to draco. Draco, you wonder how hes doing you kinda miss him. Your train of thought was stop when you heard another familiar voice Y/n gow are you. Its been a while hasn't it" Ginny weasley- well technically ginny potter now. Her and harry had been married for a year now. You always thought you and draco would get married but thats out of the window now. Hey, girls" you said through a bright smile despite the hurtful rhings you were thinking. "What've you guys been up too"nothing much me and ginny were just about to head to the club, as a girls night out, for old times sakes you know!" You wanna tag along y/n, it'll be so fun" Long story short ginny and hermione drag you to the club, turns out they were also meeting up with blaise and some of his friends great.just great. You weren't mad or anything you just thought it was a girls night. Somehow as the night went on blaise had asked you for a dance, you obliged. In the mist of your dance someone had grabbed your wrist and started pulling you towards the back near the bathrooms. You had no idea who it was so instantly panic mode started kicking in. It wasn't till you guys stopped that you could get a look at who had dragged you away. Draco. It was draco. You were about to speak to tell him something but he had cut you off before the words left your mouth. Y/n, im so sorry please baby. I-im sorry about what i said i never slept with pansy let alone even looked at her that way i- i was just mad and exhausted. I know thats not an excuse but i cant go any longer with out you. Seeing you dance with blaise i just i cant live with my self without you please baby i missed you more than anything. I missed everything about you, your smile, your voice,how youd wake me up with a kiss each morning, those times we spent reading together i just i-" draco was out of breath sweating just trying to fit everything he was trying to say in one go. You forgave him but he kept going saying every thing he missed all the timws you spent with one another. He look so sad like he hadn't slept since you left. Before he could continue him rant about his love for you, you kissed him. He was shocked to say the least. .."Draco... i forgive you, baby" im sorry y/n i just miss you and your touch so much. "Me too baby" he pinned you against the sink in the bathroom the coolness of the sink made your nipples harden."missed you so much baby" draco whispered in your ear as he nibbled on the side of you neck, earning a moan for you" fuck you look so beautiful, know iow much i hated seeing you dance with that block." The white haired boy,

reached his hands down to mess woth the seam if your skirt, pulling it up on your stomach, and sliding your underwear to your ankles, admiring to wetness of your pussy"fuck baby look how hard you make me" you moaned as his long fingers entered into your core. He started pumping his fingers in and out faster and faster speeding up and adding a third finger till the knot in your tummy felt like it was gonna snap. Fuckfuckfuck draco dont stop,im so close" draco moved his head to your core and started sucking on your clit. Seconds later everything came crashing down as you cames on draco's fingers and chin. Fuck baby that was so hot" he said as he placed his fingers in his mouth and began to suck them clean, savoring the sweet tastes of your nectar. Releasing his fingers with a pop he bagan to undo his belt groaning at the cool air hitting his hard and very sensitive cock. F..uck you ready" he lined himself up with your dripping hole and began to insert himself in slowly at first but slightly speeding up as you got use to him against . Both of you moaning at the sensation as he slamed in to you hitting all the right spots, you almost came on the spot when he started rubbing small circles n your clit. The room was filled with lewd sounds of your body's slamming together the metallic taste in your mouth becoming more apparent and you bit your tongue, clamped down on his cock as he hit a spot deep inside you just right, you came as his balls tightened and his cock twitched and he came inside you. The heavy breaths and rising and falling of you guys chests as draco slipped out. Nothing much was said as draco picked you up to bring you back home, after he got you dressed that is.

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hobbitsnapes · 3 years

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YOU GUYS ARE DATING

Corpse x MGK!sister reader

(Found this image on Pinterest so all credit goes to artist, if you know who it is please comment below so I can credit them)

A/N: this was requested by @heyitssab

Tree is tall of sex in this, but it’s more in a joking matter, plus corpse has stated he doesn’t mind as long as you are not a minor or send or tag him. I’m literally 2 years younger than him, and have no intentions of ever tagging him or sending him any of my work XD

Summary: how many idiots does it take to tell the brother and friend they’re dating? Apparently takes 2 very forgetful people, who kept their relationship secret without knowing it.

It had just been by chance, a small chance that he had been scrolling through his tags. liking and reposting art, when he saw a tag from someone he followed. He wrecked his brain for when he had followed her, coming up empty. She was cute, no denying the beauty she had as she laughed in the video. It was a clip from a stream that he didn’t know she had, as he couldn’t even remember her name, wearing his merch as it fit her snug. It fit her perfectly in fact, the large hood covering her face, hiding the flush to her face from her rather large chuckles that left her body. He couldn’t help but like the photo, and he couldn’t help but to press message either.

It was first only small likes to posts, an Occasional message, and a view on their livestreams, but that all changed when he spoke of the song he was working on with her older brother.

It all started that night, when both lay in their beds as they talked, laughed, and felt their hearts flutter each time they heard one another speak.

Her phone rang violently in her bag, nearly making her drop the to go bag all over the ground as she walked. “Hello?” She asked, as she held both bags with her hands as her shoulder gripped the phone as if it’d fall down a cliff. “Hey bug!” He exclaimed, making her chuckle as she heard the booming sound of his voice. She had always detested the nickname, as he gave it to her as kids due to her horrendous fear of the creatures. But, it brought more joy to her, as it reminded her of their youth. Having been adults for years, it was fun to hear such a childish name that’s stuck.

“Hey mopey.” She chuckled, as that was the name she gave him when he was in his emo phase that he never outgrew.

Both talked as she walked towards the elevator, mainly about how his day had gone as she silently listened.

She had always been this way, always the shyer of the two, the one to listen to others first before she said a word. He had teased her for it most of their childhood and teen life, but he had grown to love it, as he could let loose or rant to her about anything, and he knew she’d be there just to listen to him.

“So what’re you doing right now?” He asked, as she got into the elevator. “Just grabbed some dinner a few minutes before you called and nearly made me shit.” A smile painted on her face at his boisterous laughter.

“Are you at home?” He asked, as he heard the sound of the elevator beeping in the background. “No, I’m spending the night with my boyfriend.”

She had mentioned about a month prior that she was seeing someone, the joy it brought him to hear the excitement and joy in her tone as she gushed about their first date.

If this was 7 or 8 years prior, he would be bombarding her with questions about the man, who he was, where he lived, where he could meet him to find his intentions with his baby sister. But, in the last few years, he found himself feeling calmer whenever she’d mentioned her love life. He knew she was smart, and would never date a man who treated her poorly. The few breakups she had, they always ended amicably, her head still high as she told him. So, he never asked her any questions about the man, as he could tell from the few times she mentioned him, he could feel the love this man had for her, and Vice versa.

The strong barreling of her phone alerted them awake, both groaning out as she reached for her phone without lifting her head from his shoulder. “Hello?” She mumbled, voice slurred as the saliva was thick in her mouth, barely awake as she fought to listen in on who dares to wake them up.

“Hey!” He exclaimed, making her equally exhausted lover groan. She shifted off of him, laying on her back as he turned away from her, as to hopefully shut his eyes and fall back asleep. She was used to her brother's large voice, as it hardly phased her after growing up with him. “Colson, why are you calling me this ungodly hour?” “Oh come on, it’s not that early.” “Col its-“ She pulled her phone from her ear, eyes shutting violently as the bright light blinded her “5 o’clock in the morning. So again, I’m going to ask you, why did you call me at the asscrack of dawn?” “You don’t remember?” He asked, making her irritation grow. “No, that’s why I’m asking.” She says, as she rubbed her sleep crusted eyes. “You were coming up today to hang out with casie, remember?” Her hand stopped rubbing her face, as she felt her heart stop momentarily. “Wait, you mean today? I thought I was coming Friday?” “No, both of you settled on today, remember I told you that’s perfect because I have a day off?” She felt her heart pain as she heard the sadness in his tone, knowing he’s expecting her to bail. “Yeah sorry, I thought you meant Friday so I mixed it up, let me get ready and I’ll be out the door okay? Love you” she said, as she hung up the line.

Before she could even move, she felt his arm wrap around her body. A tired groan leaving his lips. “Nooo stayyyy.” He groaned, pulling her body to his. She smiled as she looked down at him, wrapping her arm on his chest and the other behind his neck. “I wish I could live, but I can’t.” Planting a soft kiss against his lips. “Stay in bed for a few more hours, please?” Her heart pulled at his tone, hearing just how tired he was. “I can’t, casies wanted me to come up for weeks now. And it takes a good 3 hours to get there. I wanna spend as much time as I can with them before it gets dark so I can get back safely.” He groaned at this, wrapping his arms around her. “Yeah but it’s only 5, it wouldn’t be safe to drive since we went to bed like, 2 hours ago.” “Yeah, and whos fault was that mister?” She teased, “hmm, sorry but I just couldn’t keep my hands to myself after not seeing you for a few days.” He mused, pulling her body closer to his, planting his lips against hers. A small hum left her lips as he pulled her thigh over his, grabbing the flesh harshly as their lips cascaded together. “Mm, no no no, you’re not gonna convince me to stay here just to go another round.” She said, as she got off from his warm body, throwing his large hoodie over her bare body. “Oh come on babe, are you sure about that?” He said, making her turn around to him. A small gasp left her lips as her eyes took in his milky white complexion. His honey brown eyes looking back at her with a small smile etched onto his face. His hair a tousled mess that resembled a bird's nest, some pieces falling onto his face. “Honey, I’ve been wanting to see my family for weeks now, I see you almost everyday and practically live here. I’ll be back tomorrow so I can grab more clothes from my place okay?” She placed a kiss to his lips, both holding one another in their arms. “I don’t know why you don’t just say fuck that place and just move in.” He mumbled, making her chuckle and heart warm. “Don't you think it’s a little soon though? I mean we’ve only been together a few months love.” “Yeah, but you’ve practically lived here since we got together, you literally just go there to get more clothes that you end up leaving here.” She looked into his eyes as she thought about his words. “Hm, I’ll think about it today okay?” She mused, planting a kiss to his lips. A soft okay leaving him as she got up.

“And babe, remember if you live here, we can have all the sex we want and not have to worry about driving to get one another.” He exclaimed, laughing at the loud honey she screamed from the bathroom.

She couldn’t help but laugh out as she watched, as her niece tried her hardest to braid her fathers grown out hair. It was near impossible not to, as pieces would fall out, resulting in her pulling them harsher, nearly pulling his eyelids back due to the tension from his temples. “Okay okay you’re gonna fuckin scalp me.” He chuckled , as all three bursted out in large laughter.

“So how’s school going this year?” She asked her, as she delicately painted her nails. Both of the girls had found themselves on the floor in front of the nice coffee table, as colson sat and chatted with them. “It’s going really well.” “Oh yeah? Make any new friends?” She teased. “I mean, kinda.” She couldn’t help but hear the wavering in her tone, spotting the faint blush dusting her skin. “Ohh, so there’s a someone eh?” She teased to her, making the preteen hide her face as to conceal the flush. “His names Garrett, and we both take social studies together. He always sits next to me at lunch, and we’ll draw on my notebook.” She gushed, making her smile. “Soo, do you think he likes you?” “I mean, that’s what everyone keeps saying.” “Yeah well don’t worry about it to much cas, you’re not dating anyone for many more years. You’re still a kid.” Her das said, making the young girls face fall.

Y/N knew he was only saying this to protect her, as he said the same thing to her growing up. “Hey, don’t be bummed out about it. He is right, you both are only 12 and should focus on school. But don’t worry, he’ll come around. He was just like that with me up until my current boyfriend.” She whispered, making the young girl chuckle.

“Speaking of which, how are you guys doing?” He asked, as she hadn’t mentioned hun to her in a while. He didn’t think it’d hurt to ask. “Great actually, we’re thinking of moving in together actually.” “That’s great! I’m really happy that y’all met.” “Yeah, I am too.” She hummed, a flush dusting her cheeks.

Both men laughed as they chatted on the phone, talking about anything that would come to mind. What was once only a collaboration for a song, turned into an amazing friendship that caused both of them to call at late hours just to shoot the shit.

A yawn left his lips, as he listened to colson ramble on about another song he was making. “Woah, you tired man?” Colson asked, shocked to hear the sound. “Yeah sorry, was up most of the night last night.” He mumbled, rubbing his eyes. “Were you feeling alright?” He asked, worry laced in his tone. He knew all about his friends illnesses, even once being on the other end of the phone during a bad spell one day.” “Oh yeah yeah yeah, was just, up with the misses last night.” He chuckled, a flush blooming on his cheeks. “Ohhh yeah? And how was it?” This shocked him, nearly feeling his heart stop. Like, does he usually know about his sisters sex life? He didn’t think much of it, as he knew just how close both were. “It was absolutely fucking amazing. Like I thought we’d be done for the night, fully tapped out but after like 5 minutes she’d be right back on me for another round.” He chuckled, his flush even worse than before. “Ayyyeee good for you corpse, glad to hear that puss is bussin.” He laughed at this, throwing his head back. “Yeah, it’s bussin bussin.”

Both men talk as they read from their phones, eyes wide in absolute awe of the love they received from the song. They had just dropped it a few days prior, not expecting the cry of joy from both fan bases.

He didn’t even look up from it when she walked in, until she bent down to plant a kiss to his forehead. “Sorry I had completely forgot about the tea I made you an hour ago, but I put it back on the stove to heat it up so if it’s twisting funky just tell me okay?” Before he could even thank her, both their heads whipped towards the loudness from the other line. “Y/N? Is that you? What in the hell are you doing there with corpse!” He didn’t sound angry, more shocked than anything, both of them looking at the phone in confusion. “I, I love here? Remember I told you like a month ago I was moving in with him?” “WHAT!” Both jumped at the loud scream. “Wait so you guys are dating!?” Both we’re even more perplexed, until it dawned on both of them. Their eyes wide as they turned their heads to one another slowly. “Wait you didn’t tell him?” “No? He’s one of your best friends so I thought you did!” “He’s your brother! So I thought you did!” Both whisper, until all three lay silent. That was until, the large cry of laughter that leaves the two, leaving colson even more confused. He wasn’t mad, not at all actually. More shocked and confused than anything. Until he started thinking, it does make sense, all the times they spoke about one another without him knowing, all the times they mentioned-“OH GOD!” He yelled, gagging violently, making them stop their laughing fit. “What's wrong? Why are you yelling?” She asks “like a month ago corpse was talking about how he was tired cause he was up all night having sex AND I HAD NO IDEA HE WAS TALKING ABOUT YOU! OH GOD WAS THAT WHY YOU WERE LIMPING THAT DAY WITH CAS AND I!” Both laugh even harder, as they listen to his ever growing gags.

“So yeah,. That’s literally how we had no idea we were keeping the relationship secret from her brother.” He laughed, as he red the comments and listened to his friends' laughter. She sat beside him, head laying on his shoulder as he told the story. She couldn’t help but to look back up into his eyes, as he glanced down at her, planting a soft kiss to her lips. “Keep it pg guys.” Colson said from the other line, making them chuckle.

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