#I can't wait for you to read actually how this scene went down because Yours Truly has yet again proved himself to be a careless reader ^^;

[magicaldice]

Synopsis: Y/n goes to a party with her bestfriend without telling her toxic boyfriend. She unexpectedly meets Chris sturniolo & things start to unravel overtime.

⚠︎ : read at your own leisure.

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pt 1 pt 2 pt 3 pt 4 pt 5 pt 6 pt 7 pt 8 pt 9 final part.

I've never experienced something like this before. 25 minutes of arguing between me and Jackson went by. The arguing is normal, but not what we were actively arguing about.

"Tell me who the fuck it is y/n I'm not playing" Jackson yelled. I felt terrible. This wasn't how this was supposed to go. I don't know what I got myself into.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry Jackson" I said. Jackson sat on my bed, looking devastated. He looks genuinely so hurt that it's almost kind of shocking.

"Y/n tell me who it is. Just tell me. I deserve the truth" Jackson said. He had been asking who gave me the hickey over and over. I didn't want to tell him. But I ended up giving in.

"Chris" I said quietly, ashamed. "Chris? Chris Sturniolo?" He asked. I nodded my head. "So, when you said you were at Madi's- you were actually with Chris" he said putting the pieces together.

My breath was shaky; my body being consumed by guilt. "I can't believe this" Jackson said, seemingly very shocked at the situation.

"I'm calling him" Jackson said grabbing my phone. "No!" I yelled. No fucking way would I let Jackson call Chris. Not even on my death bed.

"Okay then I'm just going to go to his house" Jackson said. "No are you fucking crazy?" I yelled. "I'm the one crazy one? Really?" He said clearly unamused.

Jackson grabbed his car keys off the table and headed to the front door. "Jackson please! Stop!" I yelled, running after him. "You can either come or you can be dropped off at your house" he said.

"Jackson please!" I begged. "Pick where your going, because your not staying here" he said. "I can't do this Jackson please just forgive me" I said.

"Your sick in the head y/n. I'm not forgiving you, you cheated" he said. He walked out of the front door towards his car. I put my shoes on, feeling sick to my stomach.

I walked out to the car, Jackson waiting for me as he's in the driver seat already. "Please. Don't do this" I begged. He didn't listen, he started to drive.

He started driving towards Chris's house and every moment that we got closer to his house I felt the pit in my stomach grow. "Jackson I'm sorry" I said.

"You cheated. You did what you did. Now live with it" he said. His words sliced my heart open. I never wanted this to happen like this.

We had arrived at Chris's house and my heart was beating so fast that I wanted to throw up. Jackson got out the car immediately, and I followed him.

Jackson knocked on the door, seconds after he was met with Madi in front of him. "Hey" she said more like a question instead of a greeting. Confused on why Jackson was at her front door.

"Hi is Chris here?" Jackson said. Madi gave me a look of confusion mixed with concern. "Yeah, he's here I can go get him" Madi said, oblivious to the situation that was going on, once again.

After a few moments Chris was standing in front of me and Jackson. "Hey bud, so I found out we've been sharing y/n" Jackson said in a very sarcastic tone.

Chris looked at me and then back at Jackson. I see Madi in the living room watching the scene unfold. She gives me a disappointed look. "What do you want" Chris said, looking at Jackson.

"I want you to explain why you think it's okay to try and fuck people's girlfriends" Jackson said. Chris's jaw clenched. "I mean clearly y/n is easy. She's got slut tendencies" Jackson continued.

Tears were streaming down my face. I hated this so much. "Watch your fucking mouth" Chris said, warningly. Madi was still watching everything. I couldn't look at her in her eyes.

"I mean I'm telling the truth, right? Because an hour ago me and y/n were about to have sex. And then I see fresh hickeys on her tits. She was with you and then came to me. You couldn't please her good enough clearly" Jackson said.

Chris looked at me. Every soft version that I had seen of him had disappeared. He looked disgusted almost. "You guys were about to have sex?' He asked me.

"It's not like that Chris. I was going to break up with him. I just felt like I owed him" I said. I wasn't trying to justify my actions, but I so badly needed Chris to understand.

"You hear that Chris? Slut tendencies" Jackson chuckled cockily. "I need both of you to leave" Chris said. "Chris I'm sorry, please just understand" I begged.

"Look at her begging you to understand that she's nothing but a cheater" Jackson said. "Leave" Chris repeated. "You can have her bro. I don't need her anymore" Jackson said.

"Can you both just leave. I don't need to deal with all of this" Chris said. "Im so sorry Chris" I said, eyes filled with tears. "I'm not doing this with you y/n" he said. "You can keep her" Chris said to Jackson before slamming the door shut.

Jackson looked over at me and smiled and then walked back to his car. I followed behind him. "Ill drop you off at your house and then I promise youll never hear from me again" he said

I stayed silent. Not able to comprehend the whole thing. How did I let this happen? How could I be such a fool?

After Jackson dropped me off at home I had stayed in my room and cried for numerous hours. I tried calling Chris, he didn't answer any of the calls.

My whole body hurt. My heart, my soul and mind were in shambles.

from madi: hey girl. I think it's the best if we just kind of end this friendship. I'm sorry but you hurt Chris really badly and I refuse to stand by that. don't show up to the house because I'm not going to answer the door for you. wish you the best :/

The text from Madi only deepened the wound. I should of never done this. I should of never allowed any of this to happen.

Then a couple minutes later I received another text.

from chris: I thought what we had was real. I was so blind. I'm leaving everything in the past and moving on. Im blocking you because I love you. and im just now realizing the love was one sided. goodbye y/n.

I violently sobbed when I read the message. He said he loved me. I tried calling him and none of the calls went through. I tried calling Madi, none of the calls had gone through for her either.

They blocked me. I wanted nothing more than to show up at their house and get on my knees and beg.

I went to Katie's room but she wasn't there. I called her.

"Katie please come home I cant do this" I cried into the phone. "What's going on?" Katie asked. "I fucked up. I fucked up so bad Katie" I cried.

Katie came home instantly. "It's okay y/n" she said holding onto me. "It's going to be okay" she consoled me. "He's just a man. No man is worth this amount of stress" Katie continued.

Although she was right, it wasn't helping in the moment. I wanted to do anything I could to forget all of this. I wanted to run away, start a new life.

I cried in Katies arms for so long. I fell asleep in her room, her cuddling me, reminding me that everything was okay. I never got to tell Chris that I loved him back.

A year later.

I had a completely different life a year ago. Me and Katie still live together. I've taken my time to heal, to grow as much as I could. Life was starting to feel good again.

"Im gonna go get some snacks from the gas station" I said to Katie. It was 10 pm and I had been craving the blue slushie that the gas station sold.

As I arrived at the gas station I was excited to fulfill my cravings. I walked into the gas station, and walked through an ailse to find something sweet.

I heard a group of people laughing from the other aisle and it had me cringe. I did not need anyone to see me right now, I was in sweatpants and a tank top. Clearly in my “idgaf outfit”.

I quickly grabbed a bag of peach rings and headed towards the slushie machine. I turned the corner and accidentally ran into someone, dropping the peach rings.

I bent down to grab the peach rings, repeating how sorry I was for being clumsy. And after picking the peach rings back up off the floor I stood up and was met with a very familiar face.

It was Matt sturniolo. And behind him was Madi. My heart dropped as we stared at each other blankly. I heard laughs from around the corner come closer and then a voice I had tried to forget.

"Matt what are you-" Chris said and stopped mid sentence before stopping in his tracks when his eyes met mine. We all stared at each other, alot of unspoken tension.

"Babe I got the slushie" I heard a girls voice call out. I watched as a girl approached Chris and grabbed his arm. He looked like he had been stuck in a trance, his eyes stuck on mine.

I watched Chris look back over at the girl and give a soft smile. Matt and Madi were still staring at me, like they want to say something but the words wont come out.

"Babe can I get this bag of chocolate covered pretzels as well" she said smiling at Chris, completely unaware of what was going on. He looked down at the girl "yeah of course" he said.

She stood on her tippy toes and leaned in to kiss him. And then she finally noticed me. "Oh my gosh your so pretty" she said to me. I gave a faint smile, looking at Madi and Matt and then to Chris.

Chris looks like he's seen a ghost. He looks stuck in time. Madi and Matt look over at the girl finally. "We should get going" Matt said glancing at Chris.

He nods his head. I watch as the girl gets the chocolate covered pretzels and they all head up to the cashier.

I felt frozen, like my body couldn't move. I quickly try to gather myself, but tears are in my eyes before I knew it. I watch the group head out of the gas station. Chris was the last one to exit.

Before walking out the door, he looked back at me. Our eyes lingered for a moment before he finally walked out the door.

My heart broke all over again. As much as I tried to forget him, to forget the memories we had made together I couldn't.

I was just starting to finally feel free of him. I started to feel like I had finally moved on. Just to run into him and feel all the emotions I had once felt a year ago.

I had gone home that night devastated. He had a girlfriend now. He looked like he had been doing good and I loved that for him. But my heart hurt.

Seeing Chris after a year had felt surreal. I missed him. I missed Madi and Matt. I missed them all.

But I was simply reminded of the reality that I had lived. Chris was a stranger now. And I hated it. But it's the truth.

He was a stranger that I had known and shared a bed with. A stranger that knew everything about me. A stranger that knew my deepest and darkest secrets. A stranger that I had once loved.

Katie had came into my room stealing some of the snacks that I had bought. And as me and Katie sat together watching some dumb overrated movie I realized I must come to terms with things.

Maybe in another lifetime things would of ended differently. But I realized Chris would forever be the stranger that I held closely to my heart.

I'll live my life, and he'll live his. Whether we cross paths again or not is up to the universe. And I hope one day we will.

Afterall the fate of patience teaches you. It teaches you to cherish something you love, that once you love something do you everything in your power to keep it.

It teaches you that time is not against you nor rooting for you. It teaches you about yourself, and the power of your actions.

I'll always love Chris. But until we meet again, or if we ever meet again, I'll be patient.

author note: I’m sorryyyyy. dont hateeee meee💔. crying, throwing up, screaminggggg. I love you all so much, thank you for the support.

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[songbirdseung]

pinky ring / sim jaeyun

synopsis: jake made you a promise to marry you when you two were toddlers. he would fake propose until he really did get down on one knee.

pairing: childhood besties jake x reader

wc: 1.1k

To your parents, it was all good fun. Seeing their child being proposed to by their childhood best friend at their favorite beach. Documentation was highly important to them, filming little you and little jake holding a candy ring pop in his hand, asking your hand in marriage. To them, it was adorable.

For young child you, you were petrified. At the time, your dad just gave a small talk on how to stay away from boys and you're definitely too young to get into a relationship. This happened when you called the actor on scene handsome when you were having a family movie night.

"We are too young Jake" pouting your lips, feeling bad for rejecting his proposal. Jake shrugs and hands you the ring pop anyway. "Fine, I'll just wait and get you a real ring".

That didn't last long because fast forward to the next year, he does it again. He has done it so much that for the next few following years, it had become an inside joke to everyone in your immediate family.

"You have rejected me for 4 years now" crossing his arms in a fit, Jake looks at you disappointed. "Maybe because we are only 12 years old?"

At this point, you aren't sure if he's doing this because he really wants to marry you or just to tease you and lead any guy interested in you far far away. Remembering all the instances where a boy would approach you during lunch and sit next to you and confess and say that they think you' re cute. There then comes Jake, wearing a smug smirk and says something along the lines of "I'm actually her future husband, please go away".

It makes you think about how you could never get away from Jake and his antics.

Even when you guys reached your teenage years, almost reaching adulthood, Jake never dropped the fake proposal joke. Like on your 19th birthday, at the restaurant he took you both to, he claims how he's your boyfriend and he's planning to propose soon, the waiter thought he was weird for saying that he wanted to propose soon with you sitting right there but nonetheless, he gave you both free desserts.

You thought at by the age of 14, he'd stop since you both are going through puberty, his feelings would change and he'd drop it due to his own pride and embarrassment, but no.

Now you both were 20, if you had to count how many fake proposals Jake has done over the years, it would reach 100.

"You can't say that we are too young, we're both legal adults and we basically known each other our whole lives." You turn over to him and flick his forehead, causing him wince in pain and shoo you away from him. "You're mean"

"You're the one that wants to marry me, so get used to it"

"Oh, so you're playing along now" He removes his hand from his head and pokes your side. "After years, you're finally warming up to the idea"

"Keep that up, I won't be anymore" Once you said that you realize how you didn't even deny it. Looking back at Jake who went back to playing video games, you take in his appearance and guide your eyes to follow the lines that make his side profile.

Jake was good looking, you knew that. He's always been the apple of your eye since you two were kids, then as you got to know him, his humor, personality, and behavior kind of sealed the deal for you.

"If you keep staring at me, I might disintegrate."

"Then, who is going to marry me?"

"We're still on that? I thought you didn't want to?"

"Make me your girlfriend and I'll rethink it" Now it was your turn to cause a ruckus in Jake's mind. He pauses the game and looks over to you, reading your expression wondering if you were serious or not.

That night, Jake stayed over. Unlike the other past sleepovers that you two had, this one was different because the way you cuddle into him now, it felt different. He was always yours and until now, just a different kind. He was now your boyfriend, not boy-friend.

With your dynamic and bond with Jake, it felt like sunshine and rainbows most of the times, being around each other all the time and knowing each other too well, you always found ways to fix things or any miscommunication that would come along.

Transitioning to relationship from friendship was surprisingly easy from the outside perspective but the thing with you and Jake was he was always a gentleman and treated you right and how you deserved to be treated, and of course vice versa.

When you told your mom the news, she did not show any surprised reaction, simply telling you how she saw it coming and was just waiting for this moment to happen, you dad shared a similar reaction, happy that it was Jake to be the one you were dating.

Fast forward to a whole year of dating Jake. People would say that you two were like a fairytale love, match made in heaven, meant for each other, all that. "Hey yn, maybe you should do that trend where you call Jake your husband"

"I'm pretty sure he's already seen that on tiktok, no?"

Still, even if he did, you were going to do it just to see his reaction. That same day, you two meet up after your last class ended. Waiting for you somewhere in the university's campus, you run up to him and give him a hug. "Someone missed me?"

In the car ride home, you guys both agreed to stop by your favorite restaurant and get some take out. Which was a perfect time to put your little prank in action. Just like everyone else, after placing your order, you ask Jake what he wants and tell the waiter. "Then my husband would like ___"

Once the waiter leaves, you finally take notice of Jake who is wide eyed, staring at you in awe. "There's no way you just called me that" To say he was a lovesick puppy after that was an understatement.

But now since you called him that, you have to keep calling him that. Because if you call him or introduce him as your boyfriend, he'll act surprised and startled. "Are you asking for a divorce?" "Do you not love me anymore?" "I thought I was your husband?" to name a few.

"I'm gonna have to propose now, for real this time"

[sglossmin]

Muse | MYG

Plot: What happens when the man you practically simp over in high school, is right now, sitting across you after almost 10 years of not seeing him? Worse? You're here for an appointment for therapy and he's your psychologist.

Available on WATTPAD (click here)

Pairing: SeniorStudent!Yoongi x JuniorStudent!Reader ---> Psychologist! Yoongi x Artist!Reader

Genre: Fluff, slight age gap, slice of life, a bit of angst, schoolmates to lovers(?)

This is a work of fiction. Events, characters, and depictions are entirely imagined and do not represent the real-life actions or personalities of any real individuals, including the idols mentioned.

Warnings: talks about mental and death...erm lemme know if you found any disturbing heh

Word count: dunno

A/N: This is...actually some sort of based irl looll (only the high school scenes, most of it) This is my first one shot work! Let me know if I'm lacking something. The current series that I'm still working rn is still not even half finished T_T T_T So I thought I might give it a try---write a oneshot heh I just started here to write in tumblr so I still don't know that much stuff. Feel free to comment so I can improve!! Ik some of those thing weren't even a thing at that time...

"Shit..." I muttered right as I saw the man in a white coat, a clipboard in his arms while his hair softly falls down in his brows, reading his next patient's data. Just like the last time I saw him. Weird, huh? It's been years, yet... he still looks just the same.

Our eyes met, for the first time in a while. He frowned, it was so subtle and fast, no one would even know. But I did. Every little actions that he did, I always notice it. No matter what. I keep saying that the Y/n who just hit her puberty is no longer me, yet with my emotions right now, I can feel like my hormones are all over the place.

"Sit down," he smiled, gesturing the seat across him.

His voice so deep it sounds like soothing lullaby... Eyes so tired that I can tell he works so well... The warmth in his smile makes my heart skip a beat, forgetting why am I here in the first place...

Snap of it!

It took me a second to realize that I stared at him for too long. I cleared my throat, wishing my embarrassment would also go away. I smiled as I took the seat.

Our session ended without him saying that he at least recognize me. Did it made me upset? Yeah... sort of. I mean, I didn't go there and paid him to reminisce our high school days, but still...

I huffed as I crumpled a paper.

"Ugh! Really? Y/n? Still drawing him?"

I uncrumpled it and stared at the newly drawing for a while. I leaned back in my chair and sighed... "I'll give it to him. He looks hot in that coat." I chuckled and stuck the paper back in my notebook. "I'm keeping it because I drew him too good, not that I still like him or anything. That would be just so stupid."

Ha! Right! Nothing else. I smiled, pleased with how I gaslight myself.

I stretched my back and arms. My body ached for having a shrimp position for a long time.

And before I know it, I fell asleep (again) in my studio.

Summer 2010

Our last subject just finished and it's still raining heavily. I have no umbrella so my friends and I were forced to run. Reaching the covered court, I groaned. "Why call it summer when it rains this heavy??"

"Do they really think—us—high school students are waterproof?" Exclaimed by Sana while Chaeyoung just chuckled beside us. Our clothes were pretty wet but not that drenched.

We went upstage since there's some chair in there. Putting our bags down, we wait for the rain to stop. Us juniors only have to spend half day in the campus. Lucky, huh?

"Stay here, hm? You both can't leave me just because you guys have umbrella to share and your house are close." I glared at the both of them while they just snickered. They won't leave me otherwise, I know that.

It's been an hour, yet the rain don't seem to plan on stopping. It's about 1 now, we think. Seems like we're the only junior students in the campus. Suddenly, the seniors from the front building went outside. They went in the cover court. They were wearing some sort of costumes. It was ridiculous—Okay, not really. They seemed like they're going to dance.

We sat still from above across them and watch them prepare.

"Hey, Chae, wanna play?" I grinned as I whispered. Sana was too occupied with her phone that's why it was just the two of us who played.

We played Smash or Pass with every senior guy that I pointed. Until finally, I pointed it to the guy who's wearing a Thai hat(?) The gold ones, it seems like part of their costume.

"Hm... Smash!" Chaeyoung laughed and I did too. Cause miraculously, SAME.

We had a great laugh realizing we'd say smash.

We watched them dance and sing along with the music that were playing. Thinking about it, we might actually look like idiots. They can practically see us sing and dance with them since we're upstage.

After a while, I asked Chae, "What nickname should we give him?" It's our thing. Giving nicknames to people whether they look good or annoying. I think it's every friend groups should do.

"He looks like a cat and his eyes disappear too when he smiles... Kitty?"

"Kitty...?" Sounds weird so I proposed to change it. "What about Neko? Same meaning but doesn't sound weird." She agreed and since then, we called him Neko. With his sharp eyes and pale tone, he does looks like a kitty.

Few moments after, we planned a scheme. We went down to compare our height to his. We walked towards him as if we were just passing by and about to go to the canteen instead.

My and Chae's eyes went wide open. Gasping and staring at each other, the signal were sent.

Gosh, he's tall.

Oh gosh, he is.

A day or two passed since that. We randomly saw him when we went to buy in the canteen.

Then again.

And again.

And again.

Untill a few days have been passed and I keep on seeing him. To the point that... maybe... just maybe, it wasn't really a coincidence anymore.

New character unlocked?

When we were about to go back in our room, we met Hani. My bestfriend in elementary days.

"Y/n! Come here! Imma show you something. Actually—no—It's a someone." Hani dragged me and Chae went along with me.

Hani rant about how this guy looks so good, that in the first time in a while, they found someone who actually looks good in this campus.

Chae and I eyed each other. Were we thinking who we're thinking?

As we reached the third floor of the first year's building, across it was the senior's building. We stopped our track right in front of the exact room. The windows were open and from our spot, we can literally see him studying.

"Neko?"

"You know him?" Hani asked in which I nod.

I think we just found our sweet spot.

Chae and I sometimes went up there just to catch a glimpse of him. It was stupid and fun.

Until that day came.

As usual, Chae and I went to the third floor once again. We stayed in the balcony that faces their room. It was break time so everyone was all over the place. Then I felt it. Chae poked my side and pointed my front. I frowned and followed her finger. There was it, his teacher raising her brow at me. Then his classmates turned their heads toward me... 'till lastly, he did. Everyone was looking at ME. I noticed Chae was hiding on the wall divider of the balcony. I looked back at the teacher who's still looking at me.

"Do you need anything, Ms?" We were quite far but it was still audible.

"H-huh..?" That was all I could muster. It was even barely a whisper. My mouth was slightly open due to not knowing what to do nor say. It lasted like that for a few more seconds. Until I mustered all the courage and pride I have left in my body and shrugged it off and walked away. Frowning as if they got it wrong and I was simply hanging out there.

Walk

Walk

RUN

I went back to our room as soon as I noticed Chae was following me. When we get back, we were panting and sweating. Our classmates looked at us with weird looks. Not that I can blame them. One of our classmate asked us and we did tell the story.

It was our last time going in there.

I felt someone flick my head. I groaned in annoyance.

"Noona, wake up!"

I grumbled as I sit up straight, realizing I fell asleep in the studio again.

"You know you don't have to flick me. Between the two of us, I'm the light sleeper." I mumbled while my eyes were focusing on the big guy in front of me.

He rolled his eyes at me. Up to this day, I wondered who did he got it from. "Eomma wants you to eat lunch with us."

I chuckled. "Your mother did? Wow, what a pleasure." I sassed.

He groaned and plopped himself at the couch. "Can't believe you still resent her."

"Kook, what kind of a daughter am I if I don't?"

Jungkook threw a pillow to me as he stood up. "Still. Eat with us."

And just like that, he walked away.

Life goes on, that's what they say.

I must've been nuts for going to therapy yesterday. It's not like, I'm seriously depressed.

Right..?

Living alone in the house that came from the paycheck of my drawings must be really the best accomplishment I've had. Who would've thought the high achieving in academics girl would end up in this job. It was pure mystery.

I stared at my empty fridge. I smiled. The only thing that kept me sane nowadays is this...

"Looks like, I need to go... shopping."

I grinned ear to ear while I spent my fortune.

"Who needs therapy, when you can go and do your grocery."

I picked out the foods I knew I'd eat while I finish the new dramas. I was about to get the last stock of my fave gummies until someone practically snatched it. Fast.

"H-hey-" I cut off myself from shouting when I realized who it was.

It was him. In normal clothes. Am I dreaming? Impossible. He wouldn't have clothes in the first place if I am.

"Oh, Ms Jeon." He smiled.

Smiled?

He has the nerve to smile after taking that gummy?

But... then again, who need those gummy bears when his gummy smile is practically the sweetest.

He cleared his throat. "Seems like we'll be seeing each other more often."

Uh...what? Is he trying to say that I have a severe mental illness so we'll literally see each other more?? This fucker...

He probably noticed my frown as he chuckled and shook his head. "Uhm, that might've come off the wrong way. I meant, I just moved in in this neighborhood."

Sorry, what..?

I laughed my nervousness away. It's not like we'll be neighbors. This neighborhood is way too big for us to see each other.

Is that why it was my first time seeing him in this grocery store?

"Well, welcome to the neighborhood." I chuckled, probably awkwardly and excused myself.

Damn it. It could've been my chance for us to talk and stuff, but I refused. I mean, with my looks right now? No thanks.

I skipped my lunch and didn't go to our family's house. I plopped myself on my bed and took out my old sketchbook.

Staring at my old drawings of him, it sure did bring back of the memories.

2010

It's been a month yet we still don't know his name. We already did a lot of different shenanigans just to know it. He must be really like having a low profile. We found his classmate's account yet his are nowhere to be found. Maybe he doesn't go online...

I was staring at my computer, scrolling on whatever stuff pop up, then it hits me. Her sister. Hani's sister!

They're in the same year, so maybe, just maybe, she knows his name.

I quickly typed in to ask her. A girl from our year had a picture with him posted. I sent it to her.

"Hi eonni, can I ask u a question? Is there a chance that you know him?"

*Photo sent*

It took a while for her to respond.

"Uhm yeah, he's from our year"

"Can you tell me his name?"

"Min Yoongi"

"I think that's his name"

Min Yoongi... cute. It suits him.

Hours and hours later, I still couldn't find his account. Then as I was searching, there was this account, he was friends with Hani.

My eyes widen. "Min Suga? Could it be?"

I stalked the account and it was really him. No wonder I couldn't find his account—he wasn't using his real name! Likes to keep a low profile? Bullshit. He has more than 5k followers!

Moreover...he really...looks good.

I wonder if his face reflects his personality.

I added him as a friend and waited for the request to be accepted. I told Chae that if he didn't accepted it within 24 hours, I'll delete my request. I still have pride you know. Don't want to be one of those girls in his inbox.

It hasn't even been an hour and I got the notification. He accepted it! I squealed and danced in my room.

This is what being a youth, right?

I clicked my tongue as I chuckled bitterly. "Youth is never coming back."

As I turn the pages more, my bell ringed. Jungkook never ring first, he just comes in whenever he wants to. I should really change the passcode. As for my mom, she never really bother coming here.

Expecting no one, I opened the door, only to gape at the man in front of me.

"You...like pies?"

Min Yoongi, in front of me, holding a pie, not just holding, but giving..?

"Uh...how close is your house exactly?" I didn't mean to sound rude, but rather genuinely curious.

He hesitatingly pointed the house across me.

The Kim's house?

"It was my friend's grandparents who lived there. He took them to take care of them and then he sold this house to me." Yoongi explained. His face going like this :]

"So you really did mean that we'll see each other more often..." I mumbled in which he caught. He laughed and gave me the pie.

"My mom kept on nagging me on giving pies. She really worked hard on it. Hope you like it!"

She's here?

I nodded and thanked him. He went back and I did too. The smell of the freshly baked peach mango pie really did things to my stomach.

For the first time, Min Yoongi gave me something.

Spring 2011

"Let's go hoomeee. Forget it! I'm not going to give it to him!" I murmured while we wait in the senior's balcony. A few steps away from him, we waited. "I knew it I shouldn't have contact him." I mumbled. "He didn't even read my text..." I mumbled. Chaeyoung was practically dragging me. "Look, he seems busy too."

"Would you rather let your drawing and efforts be wasted then?" Chayoung argued.

Then for the meantime, we waited. We walked towards his classroom but he was nowhere. He was just right there few seconds earlier.

"Stupid text."

A week ago...*

Should I really text him? The classes have been cancelled. I'm not sure whether it's a good idea to do it now. Should I make myself known? Or should I keep it anonymous? But I really wanna take a picture with him...

Ugh! My head hurts. Forget it, I'm just gonna do it.

"Hi uhm... So I just randomly draw one of my mutuals and it happened to be you.."

*Photo sent*

"Perhaps you like it?

"I was about to give you this at school tomorrow but they cancelled the classes so... Hope you like it<3

Was I too formal?

It took him hours to reply.

"Oh wow, what a nice piece!"

"Yes I like it, thanks!"

HE REPLIED!!! I muffled my squeal with my pillow as I looked back at his text. It took me hours to see the message and reply too.

"Guess... I'll just give it to you when we bump into each other, maybe(?)"

"Ugh goshhh how am I going to give you this at schoolT^T"

"Just don't give it yet if you're still not ready^^"

End*

I went home feeling defeated. Not able to give him the drawing.

I stared at my bedroom's ceiling before deciding to go online.

2+messages

It was sent an hour ago. I quickly opened the message. He replied to my text earlier in the morning, when I told him to meet up.

"Sorry, I just saw your text message"

"I don't have an internet at school, that's why"

"It's fine, so,I'll just give it to you tomorrow?"

"Okay, sure"

Saying it was fine when I was literally sulking in my room like a child. But that's when I haven't read his message.

Min Yoongi apologized to me.

I giggled like an idiot in my room as I stared at the text messages we shared.

The next day...

"AAHHHH! Let's go hoomeee. Forget it! I'm not going to give it to him!" I whined, it wasn't just Chae and Sana was there for me, but some of my classmates too. They were waiting for me—like usual, we go home altogether. "I knew it I shouldn't have contact him. This is really a stupid stupid idea!!" I ran around the court in attempt to go home.

We're here, in front of the senior's building. Waiting...again.

One of my classmate proposed that they'll just call him to go down. Two of them went upstairs to his room.

Why does he always keeping me on waiting. Does he think he's some sort of a king?

I huffed and were literally losing all my shits. Till I heard them.

"He's here!!" They squealed. Too much of an opposite, I composed myself and cleared my throat. Thank God he's tall so when I'm looking forward all I can see is his chest. I gave it to him and our hands brushed. It was so quick and subtle, yet it already made my heart warm.

As practiced, Chaeyoung smoothly asked him if we can take a picture—for business purposes. I felt too stiff. This is too good to be true. Then I felt it, he leaned closer. Our arms touching, he smiled to the pic.

My heart was about to get off my rib cage. My insides were going crazy, yet, thankfully, I look completely normal outside.

When I got home, he texted me, thanking and saying that he really appreciates it. A warm feeling spread across my whole body.

The next day, my classmates and I talked about the event yesterday. They were bitching about how Yoongi didn't even thanked me and just left. I laughed so hard when I heard that. Because he did. Yoongi did thanked me before leaving, it just happened that it was loud enough for only me to hear it. Now, it felt more special.

"Have you ever thought of the probable major reason for what you're feeling?"

Here we go again.

How can I focus on what's wrong with me, when you're right here? Worse, as my doctor.

3 more appointments with him. I paid for this, I should at least gain something.

"Maybe... because up to this day, I still blame myself for his death." My head hung low as I mumbled it.

Why do you always have to see my flaw, Min Yoongi?

This infatuation is slowly turning to hatred...

"You know it wasn't your fault."

I turned my head to him with a frown. So, he does remember me?

A tear fell from my cheek. I wiped it before he can even notice. I turned my hands into fist. 6 words. It was only 6 words yet he can already open my bare self.

"I-if I wasn't stubborn. He'd still be here. He followed me. You saw that. If only he didn't. He'd still be here."

I felt a lump in my throat. Those memories. It was too vivid as if it just happened yesterday.

Spring 2012

"I told you, I don't want to!"

Another day, another argument to have with my mother.

Why is she so pushy on making me go to states?

"It's for your own sake! Studying here at this campus will let you go nowhere."

"What? So eager to get rid of me?!" I yelled while we drive to campus.

"Jeon Y/n! Don't you dare shout at your mother." My father said sternly as he drives.

As we were near the campus, I lost it.

"Drop me off." 1.. 2.. 3... "I said, drop me off, dad." Keeping my voice low yet so stern it could cut apples.

My father stopped the car and I get out of it.

I was mindlessly crossing the road that I didn't notice a four wheeler truck coming at me.

Then I felt a pair of hands pushed me hard, and before I knew it, screams were heard. My mom's loud cries were ringing in my ears. Tears were coming out of me uncontrollably. Blood all over him. I crawled, oh so slowly and trembling. Before I could even reach him, my mom pushed me aside and called for help.

Minutes later, I heard the sirens of the ambulance. I was just there. Staring at him. No words coming out.

It started raining. It was a light rain, yet even with those subtle touch, it made my whole body flinch and freeze.

Till I felt someone's embrace. Someone was covering me with their jacket. Who could possibly care for me if it wasn't my father.

Slowly, I turned my head towards the person.

Why it has to be you?

"Everything's gonna be okay. The ambulance is taking your father already."

He spoke in a soothing tone. Yet no matter how warm or soft his voice is, I can't somehow get out the ice cage I'm in.

"Do you think your father would want you to think that way? It's been years Y/n, what happened that you're back at this again?"

part 2 read here^^

A/N: okay, I lied. Maybe this isn't gonna be a oneshot... maybe I'll have 2 parts? 3 maybe? I just cut this off here cause I think it was too long. So readers can have breaks hehe. Gonna post the next part tomorrow maybe...

Comment your @ if u guys wants to be added on the taglist^^

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Conclave fic recs

A non-exhaustive list of some pearls of this fandom.

Aldo/Thomas

Just Before Spring

The way Aldo went on about it, one would think St. Valentine had gone and gotten decapitated on his birthday specifically to spite him, several centuries in advance.

G, 738 words, oneshot. I loved this for how utterly beautifully written it is. This feels intimate and like you should't quite perceive Thomas and Aldo in their comfortable balance of affection and what-could-have-been, and I adore the characterization of Aldo in this one. The love Thomas holds for him pours off the screen in this one. Such a radiant little pearl of a story, this goes down like a mouthful of peach juice.

Know it's for the better

Bellini stumbles upon Lawrence having broken into His Holiness’ chambers. Title from Waiting Room - Phoebe Bridgers

M, 1,440 words. Touch-starved comfort, alternative scene from the movie as it says on the tin. Bones points for the tag "celibacy my ASS."

We're just two men as god has made us

Having to share a hotel room due to a booking mistake, Thomas and Aldo reconnect with the divine through a bond that is both holy and carnal.

E, 1,803 words, oneshot. This is really solid "there is just one bed" hotel room smut, friends to lovers, real good stuff.

Cardinal sins

Aldo Bellini, going through it, during the events of Conclave (with some ancient history thrown in) This is mostly unsexy, nearly 4k words of being in love with someone you can't have, and God and everyone you hate are also there.

T, 4,043 words, oneshot. What it says on the tin, such a good addition to canon.

The kids have a new take on faith

With every season of change comes regret for the chances not taken. Aldo Bellini and Thomas Lawrence confront their regrets.

E, 6k, oneshot. This is one of my favourite Aldo/Thomas actual smut fics because it's so tender and doesn't spend much time on the internalized homophobia which there are fantastic, but heartwrenching, painful depictions of aplenty in this fandom. Thomas and Aldo feel so lost but determined in this one, holding onto the only thing they're certain of: each other. And it feels incredibly realistic in its portrayal of middle-aged, ageing men learning each other's bodies for the first time ever.

A debt of wine and crucifixion

Here is the worst-kept secret of Vatican City: For nearly a millennium, Nicolò di Genova has dropped in on every single newly elected Pope to give him the shovel talk. Just to ensure none of them gets any funny ideas about Jerusalem again, or that's how it started out, at least. The Holy See has been closing up the holes in their security after him every time, but there is a new hotel built too close to the Leonine wall, there are turtles ambling around the Vestal Virgins' feet, and a new Holy Father from Mexico City sits the Papal throne. That Thomas Lawrence has quite literally signed up for this doesn't help the matter much.

T, 7.3k, oneshot. I humbly offer my own: A The old Guard x Conclave crossover in which Nicky gets introduced to the new Holy Trinity of the Curia, Aldo and Thomas are determinably Not Talking About Themselves, and Vincent still is their pillar of faith.

True Worship

Offer your bodies as a living sacrifice, holy and pleasing to God – that is true worship. Smut, that's it. Tedesco shows up at some point. But mostly it's longing, flirting, and you know...

E, 11,5k oneshot of Aldo/Thomas afterglow bliss ✨

I will love you so much that one day you will begin to love yourself

They ended up in the security office, where a spacious black leather couch had been repurposed as Aldo’s makeshift bed. The clothes he wore—likely from the club’s lost and found—didn’t fit him properly. His pants were too loose, and his shirt clung uncomfortably tight.

Not Rated, 11.7k of just hurt/comfort heavy angst with emphasis on the angst. Aldo's self-loathing and destructive behaviour in this is no joke, read with informed consent. Oneshot.

Concerto for Flourescent Lightbulb and Nespresso Machine

the only way to achieve something that sounds strange and divine is by using your hands - Volker Bertelmann on his score for Conclave 3 years after leaving the church and 3 weeks after getting his new hip, Thomas recieves an unexpected visitor.

G, 13,7k, oneshot. Such a beautiful, tender, wonderful story about the two of them leaving the Church to be together at last. They grow together quite accidentally in Denmark, slowly and then all at once. I adore this story so so much. The tag "[Stucky voice] we deserve a soft epilogue, my love" really rings true for this one.

Trinitas

“You’d like him, you know,” Thomas said. “I do like him,” Aldo said automatically, twirling the stem of his wine glass, looking into its deep red like it was a scrying mirror “I mean as a friend. If you spent more time with him. You have a lot in common.” “Do we use the same shampoo?” asked Aldo, raising an eyebrow. Thomas gave him a warning look but his mouth was tugging up. “You’re both stubborn,” he said bluntly.

M, 33.4k, happy ending, oneshot. The tags say this is Aldo/Thomas/Vincent, though it only gets there two thirds down, and up until that point, it's a classic, fantastic Aldo/Thomas slow burn. So tender and just the right mixture of genuine long friendship mixed with what-could-have-been which eventually does, of course, spill over. This had me giggling and cackling over their love confession with glee. Also I love Vincent cheerfully thrashing Aldo at chess in this. Everyone is so very in character and I adore that.

The Vincent/Thomas masterpieces:

Divine Revelations of Love

Following Tremblay's election, Thomas Lawrence is forced to resign and ends up in a refugee camp in Jordan, working side by side with Cardinal Vincent Benítez.

M, 27,6k, multi-chapter and finished. The holy grail, y'all. This fic is going to make you weep, sigh, clench your whole hand in the nearest scrap of fabric or possibly a pillow to scream into, it's going to teach you a thing or seven about refugee camps in Jordan, the disaster that is European dealings with the refugee crisis, the involvement of the UN and various Catholic missions and orders in the humanitarian aid system, and it is going to grip your heart and twist it around and backwards a couple of times before you notice it yourself. The ending hurts like a goddamn stab wound, so it's a good thing there's the follow-up story 21 syllables already being posted which is going to do the exact same things to you all over again. Bon appetite.

Encounters with Turtles

Under the pontificate of Innocent XIV, Thomas Lawrence attempts to further social reform while navigating a web of personal struggles. Caught between his troubling feelings about Vincent and a crisis besetting Aldo, Thomas is forced to reckon with the boundaries of friendship, love, and sexuality.

E, 33k, multi-chapter and finished.

The other holy grail of Vincent/Thomas fics. I'm being completely frank here, this fic deals the most realistic, brutal, honest portrayal of the Vatican's particular brand of homophobia I have seen in this fandom to date. It hurts. It really, really hurts; this is hard stuff to stomach. The way in which Aldo's internalized homophobia and all that self-hatred as a middle-aged gay man trapped in the Curia is portrayed feels utterly heartwrenching especially because it's true for so many queer religious people all around the world. And then Thomas falls in love with Vincent and stumbles down the exact same rabbithole of self-loathing, guilt, love, self-discovery, musings about sin and God and whether homosexuality is or is not a disease and all the ugly rest of it. I still haven't finished this as I'm stuck half-way down Chapter 5, because it's just incredibly heavy stuff. Dead Dove, do not eat, I'm so serious about this. But I do love Aldo's and Thomas' friendship in this one, as well as the characterization of everyone, especially and including the OCs.

[nvrsaidiwasinurcloset]

Can You Feel My Heart - GF!Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

This was a request I got over a month ago, and the person that asked for it was very detailed in the things they wanted, and I didn't want to give away the entire fic before anyone read it lmao. If you're the one that requested it, I hope you like it! It's definitely a bigger one, 5.9k words🙃

I can't drown my demons, they know how to swim

This contains SMUT - Minors DNI

Summary: You were supposed to die in Tara and Sam's apartment, but you never showed. When he tries to finish the job, he realizes that he can't hurt you, and you help him decided to save the rest of your friends.

Contains: Dryhumping? Oral - m & f receiving, p in v, fingering. Nothing too crazy, Ethan's an inexperienced virgin for the most part in this.

A/N: Deadass want to write something where reader makes Ethan cum in his pants💀

Ethan knew he couldn’t do what his family asked when it came to hurting you, but after hours of Quinn telling Ethan that you’d never want him, and that you would never see him as anything more than a pathetic loser, he’d channeled enough rage towards you to hopefully do the job he was asked to do.

When he popped out of Quinn’s closet that night and killed her flavor of the week, the adrenaline was already pumping through his veins. When he went out to the main area of the apartment, he searched for you. He thought back to the text you sent him about being bummed that he had econ and couldn’t join you and the rest of the friend group, so he knew this was where you were supposed to be. He didn’t let you not being there throw everything off, it just meant Anika had to die before it was originally planned.

He met with his dad before he had to show up at the crime scene and play the roll of the grieving father to explain how everything actually played out.

“She wasn’t there?!” Wayne yelled, as Ethan nodded, his breathing still heavy from all the running to get away from the apartment before anyone had a chance to see him. “Fuck, I thought you had this all planned out!”

“I’m sorry,” Ethan said, “She was supposed to be there. I guess she changed her mind.”

“You’re going to finish the job though, right?” Wayne asked, knowing how much convincing it took to get Ethan to want to kill you in the first place.

“Yeah, I’ll take care of it. I know tomorrow’s supposed to be the end of all this, but I have her schedule memorized. I’ll just break into her apartment before she get’s home from class, kill her, and I’ll meet you at the theater,” he said, as Wayne nodded in approval.

“I knew you wouldn’t let me down.”

The next day, you went to class. You’d heard about another attack but had no idea it was Anika and Quinn. With you backing out of coming over to Tara and Sam’s last minute before the attacks happened, your friends couldn’t help but wonder if you could’ve been the one that caused her death. You were the last person they’d suspect, but they thought it was a little strange.

Finally, Tara called you when you were walking back home after your morning classes.

“Hey, sorry I didn’t come over last night. I was so tired,” you said, as soon as you answered the phone.

“It’s a good thing you didn’t,” Tara said. You immediately heard the sadness in her voice.

“Wait, what happened?” you asked, before you heard Mindy yelling at Tara for calling you in the background. “Tara, what’s going on?”

“The killer came to the apartment last night…Quinn and Anika are dead,” she said, as you were walking through your front door.

“Oh my god,” you said, bracing yourself against the doorway as you took in the news she just told you. “Is Mindy okay?” you asked as you started to get emotional. You weren’t the closest to Anika yet, but you were getting there. You loved her sweet yet sarcastic personality, and you’d recently started to get to know her better from the study sessions with her and Ethan.

“No, not really,” Tara sighed, “Were you really home last night? I hate to ask you because I don’t think you’d do anything like this…but you saying you weren’t coming over last minute was a little suspicious.”

You were taken aback by her accusations, and were about to respond, when you heard the beeping that someone else was calling you. You felt annoyed as you saw the unknown number, quickly declining it before you responded to Tara.

“Tara, I promise you I was at home. I was so tired after class yesterday,” you got out, before you started to get another unknown number call, “Fuck, someone keeps calling me. I’ll text you in a little bit. We’ll figure out who’s doing this.”

“Okay, be safe,” she said, before you ended the call and answered whoever kept calling you.

“Hello?” you asked, the irritation in your voice obvious as you heard a chuckle on the other end of the call.

“I thought you were just going to keep ignoring me.”

You immediately recognized the voice. You’d heard it several times before in the Stab movies, and started to think this was some kind of sick prank.

“Who is this?” you asked, walking towards your kitchen, “Because this isn’t funny.”

“Oh, you sweet, dumb thing,” the person responded, a hint of laughter still in their voice. “I think this is hilarious. You’re all alone in your apartment, no one to save you…”

You tensed up as you glanced around the areas of your apartment that you could see from the kitchen, before inching your way towards the drawer that contained the knives.

“Don’t even think about it,” the voice said, the realization that whoever this was could see you in that moment setting in.

“Who the fuck is this?” you asked, your voice a little shaky as your anxiety kicked in.

“Aww, are you scared?” the voice cooed, “Because you should be.”

That’s when you saw the masked figure darting towards you from your bedroom. You tried to make a run for the front door, but Ghostface was hot on your heels. The knife was shoved in your direction in attempts to slow you down, but the knife penetrated the wood of your door. The killer struggled for a few seconds as they tried to get the knife out, giving you the smallest amount of time to get away from them.

You ran to your living room, searching for anything you could use to help you defend yourself, when you noticed that Ghostface had joined you in the room, holding the knife up as they stared at you.

“Why are you doing this?” you cried. Seeing you like this had Ethan feeling so guilty, but Quinn’s words kept replaying in his head. He didn’t say anything as he charged towards you again. You tried to fight him off, but you were quickly overpowered by him.

He threw you to the ground before he straddled your body. You kept trying to fight, refusing to just give up, even though this person was a lot stronger than you. Both of Ghostface’s hands were wrapped around his knife as they held it over their head, your life literally flashing before your eyes as you waited for it all to be over.

Ethan hesitated, though. The fear in your eyes, your tear-soaked cheeks, and the sobs slipping past your lips were something he knew would haunt him if he went through with this.

“I’m so sorry,” you heard, recognizing the voice as the knife was lowered and clanked on the floor beside you. “I can’t do this to you.”

“Ethan?!” you choked out, gaining enough strength to shove him off you. You used your hands and feet to back yourself closer to the wall, pulling yourself up by the windowsill as he sat on the floor. “What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

“I don’t know,” he cried, pulling the mask over his head and throwing it in frustration. “I can’t do anything right.”

You eyed him as you stood against the wall, watching him cry. You were so shaken up and furious, but you couldn’t help but wonder how Ethan ended up in this position. He was this shy, sweet person that you enjoyed spending time with, and maybe it was your personal feelings towards him, but you felt bad for him.

You walked over to where the knife was, kicking it to the other side of the room under your tv stand. If he had a change of heart and decided he wanted to kill you, you knew him trying to fish that out would give you enough time to escape.

“What the fuck, Ethan?” you sighed, standing beside him as he still sat in his place on the floor. “Why?”

He just kept crying, so ashamed of himself that he got roped into his dad’s plan in the first place. He felt sick, and not just mentally. He was fighting his nausea as you finally crouched down beside him.

“Talk to me,” you said, as he finally looked up at you. He looked scared, his pupils huge as his chin quivered.

“My family is behind all this,” he said, jumping up off the floor as you hesitantly stood up. “Fuck, they’re gonna kill me.”

You started to get nervous all over again as he paced the floor. His hands were shaking, and you couldn’t tell if it was out of fear or anger, but you stepped as far away from him as you could.

“I don’t even understand why you were a part of this in the first place. You didn’t have anything to do with Richie dying,” he ranted, before pausing for a second, “Are you close to your parents?”

You just stared at him, unsure of what to say. This wasn’t the Ethan you knew, and his erratic behavior had a huge lump in your throat.

“I bet your parents love you. I bet they’d never treat you the way my dad treats me,” he said, after you didn’t answer him. “I bet they never make you feel like you’re worthless.”

“You’re not worthless,” you said softly, his head snapping in your direction. You hesitated before speaking again. “Your family is doing this because of Richie? How is he a part of this?”

Ethan stepped towards you, as you backed even further against the wall. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

You shook your head as you looked at him, “You just tried to kill me, Ethan…I’m terrified of you right now.”

“Fuck,” he said, tearing up again. “Richie was my brother. I know you heard the story about Sam stabbing him and slitting his throat,” Ethan paused, you nodded for him to continue, “My dad and sister wanted revenge. I didn’t want to do any of this.”

“Then why did you?” you questioned, as he wiped tears from his cheeks.

“Because my dad told me that it would finally make him proud of me for something…and he said he’d just kill me too if I didn’t help with all this.”

You started to relax against the wall a little as you processed everything. This wasn’t about him wanting to hurt you or anyone else, he just wanted to be loved by the one person that should’ve loved him regardless. He was broken, and even though the voice inside your head kept screaming that you were stupid for wanting to comfort him, your huge heart was breaking for him.

“Ethan,” you said, slowly stepping towards him, “Everything will be okay.”

“No it won’t!” he yelled, making you jump, “Shit, I’m sorry,” he said, noticing that he’d scared you again. He started to speak in a softer tone, “My dad is a fucking detective…even if I try to run away from all of this, he’d just find me.”

You stood there in silence for a few seconds as the realization hit you, “Detective Bailey?” you asked, as he nodded.

“Quinn is a part of this, too. She’s my sister.”

“Ethan…Quinn died last night. This isn’t making sense,” you said, as he scoffed.

“She’s not dead…I wish she was, though. I fucking hate her.”

You both stood in silence for a few minutes, the only sounds heard in the room was his heavy breathing and the occasional sob he’d let out…and the pounding in your chest but you were sure only you could hear that.

“I know you probably hate me right now, and I’m so sorry that I scared you like that. You didn’t deserve it,” he finally said, his eyes connecting with yours. “I’d rather my own life be over than take yours.”

“Your life isn’t over,” you said, as he started to awkwardly laugh.

“It is, though. I still helped with this. I’m going to spend the rest of my life in prison.”

“Not if you stop all this. You can still do the right thing,” you said, his eyes growing wide at your suggestion. “I’m the only person that knows…I won’t say anything.”

He looked at you in disbelief, unsure if you were serious or if you just had a really good poker face.

“I do have another question, though,” you said, walking closer towards him, until he was right in front of you. “Why didn’t you kill me?”

You wanted to pull him into a hug. You wanted him to feel like he was cared about. But you really needed to know why he changed his mind last minute before you did anything.

“I uhm…” he said, trailing off as he tried to find the right words to say, “I really like you, You’re just so sweet, and you’re always showing interest in the things I like, even if you don’t understand it. Quinn tried to make me hate you enough to do it, but I couldn’t.”

“So…Quinn tried to convince you to kill me?” you asked, a little confused. You’d spent plenty of time with her at Sam and Tara’s. You now knew that her kindness towards you was all an act, but you didn’t understand why she thought you needed to die.

“Yeah, she knew how I felt about you,” he said, glancing at the floor as his cheeks started to turn a rosy pink. “She said you’d never want to be with me. That doesn’t matter, though. That wasn’t a good enough reason for me to finish the job.”

“Is that all I am to you? A job?” you half-joked, as he started to smile, looking back up at you.

“Not at all.”

You both just stared at each other as he started to calm down. His eyes were red from all the crying, the guilt for even trying to hurt you painted on his face, but you still grabbed his hands and pulled him close to you.

“It’s going to be okay, Ethan. I’ll help you get through this,” you said, as your hands comfortingly ran over his back. He relaxed into your touch, but he was still a little shocked that you didn’t hate him at that moment.

“Are you okay?” he softly asked, “I know I slammed you on the floor pretty hard.”

“I’m still pissed at you, but I’m okay,” you said, as you started to pull away. He held onto you tighter, not wanting to let you go just yet. “Ethan,” you said sternly, “We need to talk about something else.”

“Sorry…you have no idea how long it’s been since I’ve had affection like this,” he mumbled against you, before pulling away. “I’m really fucked up, aren’t I?”

“I might be a little fucked up, too. I want to make you feel better after you tried to kill me,” you said, as he shook his head.

“You’re not fucked up, you’re perfect.”

You grabbed his gloved hand and led him over to the couch. He realized that he was still wearing the robe and pulled it off, tossing it on the floor before he sat down beside you. Your eyes connected with his as you slid the gloves off his hands and threw them on top of the robe.

“I know your family has their plans, but we need to save the rest of our friends,” you said, his heart pounding when you said the word ‘we’.

“No, you can’t help. I can’t let anything happen to you. I’ll take care of it,” he said, as your hands still held onto his. He looked down at them, before looking back up at you. “You mean a lot to me, even if you don’t feel the same way I do.”

You smirked at him as your thumbs rubbed against the top of his hands, “I never said I didn’t feel the same way you do.”

The tension was building up as you just looked at each other. He wasn’t the most experienced, and you knew that, so you decided to make the first move. You leaned in and gently kissed him before you pulled away. He had a sweet smile on his lips, his cheeks pink, but he wanted more.

He gained a little confidence, leaning forward to kiss you. It wasn’t a simple peck like yours was, as his lips needily moved against yours. Your head was spinning as he pushed you back on the couch, his body hovering over yours as you ran your tongue across his bottom lip. He gasped at the feeling, giving you the opportunity to slip your tongue in his mouth. He didn’t know what to do at first, but soon enough, his tongue was moving with yours.

After a few minutes, he pulled away so you could both catch your breath. He was panting on top of you, a small gasp slipping out of your mouth as he adjusted his hips to get more comfortable in his place between your legs.

You started to get a little lost in thought, wondering if you were crazy. You didn’t expect to be making out with Ethan after he held a knife over you and scared you more than you’d ever been, but it just felt right.

You grabbed his shirt and pulled him back down to kiss you. The grip you had on his shirt relaxed, your fingertips gently running down his chest. He started to tense up a little when your hands reached his stomach, a small groan slipping into your mouth at the feeling. He didn’t pull away from you, the kiss only getting more intense as he started to grind against you.

“Fuck,” you mumbled against him, before nudging him back. “My bed is a lot more comfortable…just saying.”

“Okay,” he said, trying to catch his breath.

After both of you stood up, you could see how hard he was in his jeans. He subtly tried to cover it with his free hand, his other hand laced with yours as you led him to your room.

It got a lot harder for him to hide it once you pushed him back on your bed. You glanced at it before you straddled him, his cheeks turning pink, yet again.

“You keep blushing,” you said, as you started to roll your hips. “Is this okay?”

“Yes,” he spat out, so quickly that you started to giggle. “Please don’t stop.”

Your hips kept moving as he placed his hands on them, pulling you closer to him. You gasped at the friction it was giving your clit, your panties getting more soaked by the second. He was starting to groan, his mouth falling open as his eyes fluttered shut.

“Okay, we need to stop,” he said, his breathing heavy as his eyes snapped open. “You’re going to make me cum in my pants.”

“Would you rather cum in my mouth?” you asked, your eyes looking deep into his. He didn’t know what to say, because he was so embarrassed that just you grinding against him was enough to almost bring him over the edge. He knew the second you put him in your mouth, he’d cum on the spot. You could tell he was nervous, his hands feeling a little shaky as he held onto you. “It’s okay, baby. We can stop.”

“No, I want to…I just don’t want you to be disappointed,” he sighed, turning his eyes away from your gaze. “Whatever we do, I know I won’t last long.”

“Ethan, I know you’re a virgin. I don’t expect you to last long.” He started to get flustered, hating the fact that his inexperience was so obvious. “It’s okay. If you want me to make you feel good, I will.”

“Shit,” he mumbled, “Okay, we can do it.”

You smirked as you slid off him and started to unbutton his jeans. He lifted his hips as you slid them down a little, the wet spot on his boxers from his precum making your mouth water even more than it already was. He sharply inhaled the second you grabbed his cock out of his boxers, his hips jolting forward at the simple action.

“Relax, baby,” you said softly as you leaned down to take him in your mouth.

You were trying to tease him a little, just swirling your tongue against his tip, when his hips jerked forward again. His cock hit the back of your throat, making you gag around him.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry,” he whined, his chest heaving at the feeling, “I didn’t mean to do that.”

You just kept gagging around him, intentionally making your mouth more wet for him before you started to bob your head. His hands tightly gripped your comforter as you sucked, the feeling better than he could’ve ever imagined. He was trying so hard to hold back, but you made it impossible for him. His groans turned to whimpers as you started to stroke what you couldn’t fit in your mouth. You knew he was close when he started to babble, only recognizing the words ‘Perfect’ and ‘So good’.

His hips started to rut forward again, his legs shaking as one of his hands went to your hair. He tightly gripped it as the feeling washed over him, his salty cum filling your mouth. After his hips stopped thrusting, you swallowed and slid him out of your mouth.

You sat there for a minute after you pulled away, watching him fully come back down from his high. He felt your gaze on him as he slowly opened his eyes and smiled at you.

“That was…fuck,” he sighed, pulling you closer to him. “Can we do that again sometime?”

“I hope so,” you said, as you started to think about what Ethan had to do. “When is everything else supposed to happen, like with the Ghostface stuff?”

You sat up a little to look at him as you waited for his answer. “Shit, if I’m going to stop it, I need to get to the theater,” he sighed, pulling his boxers and jeans back over his hips. “Can we finish this later?”

“Of course,” you said, fully sitting up on your bed. “I want to come with you.”

“No, I’m not losing the girl I’m in love with,” he said, jumping off the bed and landing on his feet. He paused when he realized what he said. “I guess you know how I really feel in case I don’t make it out of this alive.”

“I’m not staying here and worrying about you all night,” you said, sliding off your bed. “Do you know the theater well?”

“Yeah, but you’re not coming!” He was starting to get irritated, but he knew with your persistence that you were coming with him whether he liked it or not. “You could get killed, babe. I can’t keep you safe and take down dad and Quinn at the same time.”

“If they already think I’m dead, don’t you think that would be helpful?” you asked, “I’ll get our friends out before anything happens to them.”

“Fuck, okay. But we need to leave right now.”

You were hoping you could catch your friends before they made it inside the theater, but you peaked around the side of the building as soon as they were going in.

“There’s a back way, just let me scope it out for Quinn first,” he said, as the two of you walked around the old theater. He slid the robe back on and covered his face with the mask before he turned to look at you. “Wait here,” he said, before he opened the door and walked inside.

You were outside for a while before you heard screaming and Ethan’s voice booming on the other side of the door. You didn’t know what was going on, you even started to think that he’d decided to go through with the original plan, after all. You screamed once the masked figure walked out, the bloody knife in their hand.

“It’s okay, babe. It’s me,” he said, reaching for your hand. You hesitantly took his hand in yours as he led you inside, noticing a huge pool of blood on the floor.

“Is that…Quinn?” you asked, noticing the body hunched over in the corner.

“Yeah, we don’t have much time. Dad will be here soon,” he said, leading you down the hallway towards the museum-like display.

You bumped into Chad and Tara when you came around a corner. They both froze when they saw you, your hand still in Ethan’s.

“It was you?” Tara asked, as your eyes went wide, realizing how this all looked.

“No, but we need to get you guys the fuck out of here,” you said, motioning for Tara to come with you. They both stood in their spot as Chad glanced around, looking for something Tara could defend herself with as he tried to take down the masked person. “I’m fucking serious! We have to go!”

“Please just listen to her,” Ethan said, as Chad and Tara looked at each other. “I know how this looks, but you need to go with her. I’ll get Sam and Kirby out next.”

“Why should we trust you?” Chad asked, as Ethan lifted the mask off.

“I’m trying to do the right thing…and it’ll all be for nothing if you don’t go with her. Please, my dad’s on his way,” he sighed, as Chad hesitantly nodded.

“We can both take her if this is bullshit,” Chad whispered to Tara as she nodded. “You’re going to get Sam and Kirby?” he asked, as Ethan nodded. “Fuck, let’s go.”

You led them down the hall as Ethan made his way into the theater to search for the other two. Once you got closer to where Quinn was, you warned them.

“Try not to freak out, but there’s a body around the corner,” you said, noticing the blood spreading across the hall.

“What the fuck is going on?” Chad finally asked, “Whoa, who is that?”

You turned to face them, the confusion on their faces obvious when they noticed the red hair.

“That’s Quinn, she never died. Detective Bailey is in on this,” you said, before trying to think of the best way to explain Ethan without telling them his involvement. “Ethan is Quinn’s brother. He figured all this out today, and he wanted to stop it.”

“Oh,” was all Tara said, as you led them out the back door.

The three of you waited outside for a while. Tara was starting to freak out, the concern for her sister’s safety made her want to go back inside.

“Where the fuck are they?” Chad asked, as he heard Sam start to yell for Tara from the front entrance.

You ran around to the front of the building, panic setting in when you saw Sam and Kirby, but no Ethan.

“What happened?” you asked, peaking around them, hoping to see him walk out behind them.

“We didn’t believe Ethan at first…until he started to fight Detective Bailey,” Sam said, noticing the sadness in your eyes as your thoughts ran wild. “He’s okay, he’s in the ambulance over there.”

“Oh my god,” you said, running over to him. He smiled at you as you crawled into the back, your anxiety fading once you saw he was okay. “I forgot to tell you something earlier,” you said, sitting down beside him. You leaned in to kiss him, mumbling “I love you, too,” against his lips before you pulled away.

You were soon joined in the back by a paramedic, who was looking over a huge gash on Ethan’s arm that you didn’t see before, the blood unnoticeable with the black robe he was still wearing.

“Oh shit,” you said, looking at it. “How hurt are you?”

“This is it,” he said with a smile, before wincing at the numbing medication being injected into his arm. “That burns.”

You were shocked after he was all stitched up and one of the new detectives on the case said he was good to go, but that he’d just need to come down to the police station the next day. Ethan looked over to you, silently thanking you for keeping your word and not ratting him out. You knew he was wrong for doing what he did to Anika, but it was so easy for it to be pinned on his dead dad.

“Thank you, Ethan,” Sam said, as he hopped out of the back of the ambulance. “We’re going back to our apartment. You guys want to come?”

You and Ethan exchanged your glances as he took your hand in his.

“No, I think we’re going to…uh, hang out?” he said, like it was a question. It made you giggle as Chad curiously eyed him. He stopped Ethan before the two of you walked away, discreetly pulling a condom out of his wallet.

“Just in case you need it,” he said, as Ethan nodded and slid it into the front pocket of his jeans.

“Thanks, dude.”

Once you made it back to your apartment, you couldn’t figure out if you were with the same nervous Ethan from earlier in the day. He had you out of your clothes in minutes, your bare back against the plush comforter as he trailed kisses down your stomach. His hands were inching up your thighs as he pushed them apart.

He moved lower, groaning at the sight of your soaked pussy before he started to place gently kitten licks to your clit. You started to moan as his tongue moved faster, your hand tangling in his curls to encourage him, as if your moaning wasn’t already doing that enough. Once he moved his tongue a little lower and swirled it inside of you, your hips involuntarily jolted, much like his did earlier in the day. When your hips kept moving, he pinned them down with his free hand as he kept lapping at the wetness dripping out of you.

“Shit, Ethan,” you moaned, which only made him go faster.

His mouth worked you closer to the edge when he pulled away. You whined at the loss of contact, knowing how close you were getting to your orgasm. He wasn’t going to let it slip away, instead using his fingers and curving them inside you.

“Right there,” you whimpered once he brushed his fingers over the spongy spot inside of you.

His fingers firmly pressed as they moved, his tongue moving back up to lick fat stripes across your swollen clit. The orgasm you were so close to having was quickly approaching again, your hips still trying to buck against him as he struggled to hold them down. Your vision was getting hazier by the second, your whimpers getting louder as your legs started to shake.

“Fuck, I’m cumming,” you whined, as your pussy started contracting around his fingers.

He pulled his mouth away from your clit to have a better view of your face as his fingers slowed inside of you. You were a panting mess as you came back down, your eyes hooded as your hands reached for him.

“Don’t take this wrong because that was amazing, but that wasn’t what I expected,” you said, your breathing still labored as he snuggled up beside you. “I didn’t really have to tell you what to do at all.”

He started to laugh to himself as his hand reached over to run along your naked body, “I guess it just came to me. I knew moaning meant I was doing something right.”

“You did everything right, fuck,” you sighed, feeling his hand run over one of your breasts, gently pinching your nipple between his fingers. “No pressure, but if you want to have sex, we can.”

“Seriously?” he asked, sitting up a little to look at you.

“Yeah, I know you already have a condom,” you said, running your hand over the pocket of his jeans. “Chad should really be a little less obvious.”

“He just wanted me to be prepared,” he sighed, sliding the condom out of his pocket.

He crawled off the bed to take his jeans off. You started to giggle as he climbed back up, the tent in his boxers obvious as he sat on his knees and looked at you.

“Those have to come off, too,” you said, as he started to blush. His hesitance made you roll your eyes as you sat up and leaned over, shimmying his boxers down his hips. “You have nothing to be self-conscious about,” you said, as his cock stood at attention right in front of your face.

You grabbed the condom off the bed beside you and opened it. He intently watched you as you rolled it on his length, the feeling making his breath hitch in his throat.

“Please don’t hate me if this doesn’t last long,” he said, as he got settled between your legs.

“No pressure,” you assured him, as he started to push inside of you, stretching your walls.

He took it slow, at first. His hands teasingly roamed the areas of your body he could reach, the tickling feeling only building your anticipation up even more. Once he got through the initial fear of cumming too quickly, he started to move a little faster. His bottom lip was in between his teeth as he looked down at you, your tits jiggling with each thrust. He held on to one of them as his other hand went to your hip, holding you in place as his thrusts sped up.

He started to groan as he fucked into you, his cheeks red as his mouth hung open. You could tell he was trying to hold back, his mind somewhere else as he tried to distract himself. You moved one of your hands to your clit, rubbing quick circles as your other hand grabbed onto his arm.

“Baby,” you moaned out, as he started to focus on you again. “Go a little faster, I’m close.”

“Shit,” he groaned, snapping his hips into yours. You started to move your hips to meet his thrusts, the feeling of the tip of your cock repeatedly hitting your g-spot had you teetering on the edge.

You let out a loud moan as the euphoric feeling washed over you, your skin tingling as your pussy clenched him. His eyes started to flutter as his thrusts started to falter, a whimper slipping past his lips as he started to fill the tip of the condom. He stilled inside of you as you just kept tightening around him, his head hanging as he caught his breath.

“God, babe,” he said, sliding out of you. “I just want to stay inside you all the time.”

You giggled at him as he laid down beside you. “Is it that good?”

“You have no fucking idea.”

You were starting to get some post-nut clarity as you laid your head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat. He’d killed three people in one day and tried to kill you. You were still so proud of him for saving the rest of the people you cared about, even if he had his little psychotic tendencies. You made a mental note to bring up therapy to him once the investigation was over, knowing he needed to work through the daddy issues he ultimately had after years of neglect. You knew that you were going to be by his side the whole way, not wanting him to feel like he didn’t matter ever again.

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Can't Take My Eyes Off Of You🃏

Chapter 1 of That's What You Get

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Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female Reader

Word count: 5.2k

Summary: After three weeks on a case in Vegas and a particularly draining phone call from your mother, you decide to take Reid up on his offer to show you the sights of Las Vegas. When you wake up the next morning, you realise one of those sights was a 24hour Wedding Parlor, and that you're now Mrs. Reid.

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, loss of memory, marriage (yeah that needs a warning), mommy issues, mentions of emotional abuse, implied sex scene, use of handcuffs in a sexual way, they theorize a possible creampie but I will neither confirm nor deny at this point, talk of contraception, no actual smut though, you guys are gonna have to wait for that. 18+ Minors DNI

A/N: The first chapter is here! Sorry for drawing you in with a silly little premise and then giving you mommy issues, I swear that after this chapter it's not bought up all that much. If you enjoy this chapter, you can sign up to the series taglist here, check out my masterlist and if you want leave a request! :D have fun reading!! ✨

Las Vegas, city of sin and entertainment capital of the world. Population approximately 600,000, home to the most famous casinos in the world, and unluckily for you, your latest unsub.

You’d been in Vegas for three weeks trying to hunt down this specific murderer, but now the case was all wrapped up and you could finally breathe, the weight of the stress you’d been carrying for almost a month now dissolving as you finally finished up the paperwork in the local precinct.

“Thank god that’s over. I cannot wait to be in bed with a good book and an empty head,” you groaned as you met the eyes of Penelope Garcia, your favorite tech analyst in the entire world and absolutely the only one you knew. She’d ended up having to join you on this case because some of the crime scenes just happened to be casinos that weren’t so happy sharing their data, but also didn’t want to be lumped with the warrant from the FBI. She’d been working between their offices and the precinct, and looked just as haggard as you felt.

“Oh, I feel you sister, this free travel experience thing is nice, but I would like to be back at my own perfect little desk hovel ASAP, thank you very much.” The two of you shared a small laugh, and then began collecting your stuff.

“Come on now, baby girl, you’re telling me that you don’t want to hit up the strip while we’re here? See the sights a little?”

“Sweet cheeks, I have been working from the most harrowing of surveillance units all week on that very strip. I have already seen the sights and they were not pretty, and definitely not worth using up my precious vacation time for.”

“Unfortunately Garcia, I don’t think you’ll be needing to use any of that vacation time to stay here,” Hotch announced as he walked in, and every member of your team snapped to attention to hear what he had to say. “I just got off the phone with Quantico, there’s a storm cloud moving in directly in our flight path and we haven’t been cleared for take off. They’re extending our stay by another day.”

“Shit,” you let out a silent curse, and noticed that your other team members didn’t seem all that happy about it either. JJ quickly excused herself from the room to call Will, Garcia let out a faux sob and fell back into her chair, and Rossi had the look of abject Italian disappointment on his face that he usually only got when you talked about your love of pineapple on pizza.

“How’s about that drink now, baby girl?” Derek Morgan teased, but it was half-hearted and you knew it. You were all desperate for bed, and you could only imagine the mistakes you would make if you went drinking now after the month you’d all just survived.

The only member of the team who didn’t seem put out quite yet was Reid, but you chalked that up to the fact that this place was his hometown.

“If you guys do change your mind, I know a bar downtown where you’re 34% less likely to be propositioned, robbed or over-charged.” He smiled over at you, and you couldn’t help but let out a giggle knowing the man was 100% serious.

“Dare I ask how you found that statistic, Reid?” Emily inquired from the other corner.

“One part actually reading the annual crime report, one part personal experience?” Reid replied, and you laughed again, unable to hold it back.

“Count me out, thank you,” you replied, and you could have sworn for a second you saw a flash of disappointment flash over his features, but you didn’t get the chance to question it, because a call was lighting up your phone screen.

You quickly excused yourself and moved to pick up the call from your mother.

“Mom, hey, what’s up?”

“What, I can’t check in on my daughter now for no reason?” you sighed and rubbed your temples, knowing exactly how this phone call was going to go, because it was how the last ten calls home had.

“Yes, mom, of course you can. How are you?”

“Terrible. Cindy’s daughter is getting married, and it’s all she’s talking about now. Can you believe it? The girl was absolutely wild when you were friends with her in high school and now she’s settling down with a lawyer of all people. Someone should warn that young man before he realises what he’s got himself into,” she scoffed on the other end of the line and you did your best to not get worked up. If you got angry it only made her more self-richeous.

“I know, Mom, Jessica sent me an invite, and I’m sure Trevor knows exactly what he’s getting into since they’ve been dating since high school.”

“Well, how was I supposed to know that? You never tell me anything.”

“I’m sorry, Mom, I’m in the middle of a case right now, can I call you back later?” You did your best to escape the conversation before it devolved into something you really didn’t want to talk about, like yourself, and more specifically your love life. But the gorgon had you frozen through the line and you weren’t about to make the mistake of hanging up on her.

“I’m sure your boss could spare you for five minutes, over-working you like he does. You haven’t had the time off to come and visit me since you got that fancy little job of yours, so you can do me this favor at least.”

“Sure, mom.” At times like this, you knew it was best to just let her talk and ride out the wave.

“And I’m sure you don’t even have time to date. Are you taking care of yourself, at least? Making sure you’re at least presentable, I hope? Its like I always say, you could meet your future husband in one of those precincts, you know. Get a big, strong man to take care of you.”

You had to resist the urge to throw your phone. You’d explained to your mother time and time again that you were perfectly content being the big, strong man for yourself, but there was absolutely no getting through to her. You received one of these phone calls everytime one of her friends or coworkers kids announced an engagement, got pregnant or bought a house, three things that she was desperate for you to do, as well. As soon as you saw the instagram post from Jessica you’d been counting down the days, almost thankful for your mothers lack of online presence.

“A crime scene isn’t exactly the most charming of meet cutes, Mom.”

“Well, then what about Virginia? There are some fine men working at the FBI surely. What about that one coworker of yours, what was his name?” Your heart-race increased for a moment, praying she wasn’t about to put a thought in your head that you wouldn’t be able to escape.

“Derek Morgan, was it? Now, that’s a fine young man.” This time you couldn’t stop the startled cry that came from your mouth. Sure, Morgan was an incredibly attractive man, but he’d joked around with you like a brother ever since you’d taken down your first unsub with the team. Your team was your family and your support system on the road, and they had your back on the case, so really, had your mother said anything, you’d have responded with incredulous guffawing. Hotch was like your dad, Rossi a fun Great-Uncle or something. You saw the sister’s you’d never had in JJ and Emily and of course Garcia was your best friend and you shared so many likes and dislikes that you regularly joked about being long-lost twins separated at birth. And Reid was Reid.

“Just give dating some thought, would you at least? The clock is ticking for you, you know.”

“Mom, I’m not even thirty yet. I’m in no rush.”

“That's what your Aunt Linda said, and look at her.” Your Aunt Linda was a perfectly content single woman in her late forties who had a high paying executive job, in NYC of all places, so yeah, you were in no rush at all.

“Listen, Mom, I’ve got to go, Hotch is calling me into the office to talk about some case files. I’ll speak to you later?”

“God, it’s like you don’t even want to talk to your mother for even five minutes. Go on, then, go do your big fancy job. Call me soon.”

“Yeah, Mom, I will.” And with that you finally hung up. Running a hand through your hair you paused for a breath for a second, closing your eyes and letting your hand just grip your hair for a second before releasing your breath for a second.

In the grand scheme of things, you knew that your mom wasn’t all that much to complain about. You and Emily had bonded over your respective mommy issues early in your time on the team, and you knew a lot of the other team members were either lacking some family member or the other, so you were just thankful that she was still around to annoy you, but god did she make it difficult sometimes.

Realising that any second, you’d have one profiler or the other come find you and ask you (with the best of intentions) what was wrong, you plastered a smile on your face and walked back into the office. You didn’t exactly want to relive that call anytime soon.

“Back so soon, Y/N? I thought that was your mom,” Morgan questioned you when you stepped back in.

“Yeah it was. One of my friends from highschool is getting married and you know how she loves to gossip.” You’d learnt early in the profession that you were in that the best way to hide something was to tell the truth about it for as long as you could, and then change the subject.

“Hey, Reid, you still up for a drink at that bar?” You looked hopefully at the man in the corner, and prayed noone would bring up your absolute change in attitude. “I was thinking a glass of wine or two after a successfully closed case couldn’t hurt, right?”

“Yeah, sure. You wanna head back to the hotel first and change, or do you want to go from here? Hotch said we’re free now until 2pm tomorrow.” You could see a questioning look from Morgan to your left, but you kept your vision focused on Reid, quietly thankful for the rest of the teams disinterest.

“Give me five to drop off my badge and gun in my room and freshen up a bit and we can be on our way. If this bar is bad though, Reid, you know I’m never letting you hear the end of it, right?”

“I ran the statistics, there’s only a 14% chance you’ll dislike it.”

“You know what’s scary is, I can’t even tell if you’re being sarcastic or not.”

–x–

Sarcasm or no, you had to admit, the bar he’d taken you to was pretty nice. It was a low-lit bar only a twenty minute taxi ride from your hotel and whilst it wasn’t exactly on the strip, it wasn’t so far out to be inconvenient. The best part about it was that it was lined with bookshelves, and each booth was blocked off by another, making it feel more like a library than a watering hole. You almost forgot you were in Vegas when you stepped in.

“Yeah, this is definitely a Spencer Reid place,” you said as you took the final swig of your wine, the glass you’d ordered on arrival having gone down easier than you’d expected.

“How so?” Spencer said as he returned to your table, carrying the replacement drinks he’d gone to order with him.

“Come on, Spencer. I’ve never seen the inside of your apartment but I’m sure it’s just this place with less furniture and more books.”

“Y/L/N, are you profiling me right now? Because that sounds pretty close to profiling?” Spencer teased and you rolled your eyes at him, grabbing your next drink from him and giving it a stir - the wine was good but at the price per glass you’d decided maybe cocktails were the thing for tonight.

“Besides, you did mention wanting to curl up with a book tonight, so I thought this bar was probably a good fit for you too.”

“Whose profiling who now, Doctor?” It was his turn to roll his eyes, and he took a sip of his drink. You knew he didn’t drink that often, but he seemed pretty open to the idea tonight, and you were absolutely glad for the company.

“Okay, I won’t profile if you don’t, but do you mind me asking you a question, Y/N?”

“Fire away,” you were playing with the stirrer in your cocktail, waiting for him to ask the question but he’d hesitated for a moment before speaking again, causing you to look up directly into his eyes.

“What’s going on with you and your mom? I don’t mean to pry and I didn’t overhear any of your call earlier or anything, but when you came in again you were all tense and you had that strained smile on your face. Then you suddenly changed your mind and decided we should get drinks so, I’m just guessing here, but you could probably do with talking about it, right?”

You let out a groan and let your head hang a bit. Yeah, you were starting to regret taking that role in the team of profilers. But at least Reid was sincere, and you knew his intentions were good. Of all the members of the team, you’d probably have described him as the safest. It was strange to think, considering all the comfort you found in your other friends, but there was just something so reassuring about Reid’s presence, the way most people overlooked him at first, how he could easily fall into his work and how you could see the cogs moving in his head as he made one genius leap to another that just made you think that everything was going to be okay if he was there.

So because it was him, you decided to talk.

“She’s just…She’s just a little much sometimes, you know?” He smiled back a knowing smile, but didn’t try to add anything and encouraged you to keep going.

“She’s been really persistent recently in bothering me about hitting some of lifes big milestones - marriage, kids, you know? And it always leaves me in a panic because though I’m pretty sure I want those things just yet, I don’t want the pressure of having them yet.” You swallowed the bile in your thoat and continued

“Everytime she says something, I feel bad that I don’t have them. And the way she talks about them its like they’re some kind of… of personal failure, that I’m not trying hard enough to catch a man or something, and I just wonder what if she’s right?” You start slow but you feel yourself gaining pace as you begin rambling, by the end you’re left wondering if Reid even caught any of that.

“I’m perfectly content living alone, but what if I’m secretly not, and I end up forty and alone and can’t even get a guy to look at me.”

“I can pretty confidently say that that’s not going to happen, Y/N.” Reid replied when you finally grabbed your drink ready to take another sip.

“How come?”

“You won’t have to put any effort into catching a man, Y/N.” Reid replied.

“You’re saying that because you’re my friend and you care about me Reid, of course you think that.”

“No, I’m saying that as an FBI Profiler that’s noticed the barman, the man on a date in the corner and the group of guys smoking outside the door eye you up since we’ve been here. And considering we’ve been doing paperwork all day, and the only change in your appearance since 8am this morning was the fresh coat of chapstick you put on while we were in the taxi, I’d think you hadn’t really put that much thought into what you look like right now.”

“You’re exaggerating,” and you really believe that, until you turn to look at the guy on the date and see him avert his gaze from you quickly, and you realise there might be something in what he’s saying.

“Okay, but that still doesn’t mean that I need or want to hear those things from my mother.”

“Y/N, take it from me, mother’s can be complicated.”

“God, I feel so stupid talking to you about something so trivial with my mom, I shouldn’t be doing that, we’re here to have fun.”

“Y/N, its okay. I can do the mommy issues talks, I’m perfectly qualified, but…” he trails off and grabs his drink for another sip and you find yourself hanging off his words begging for him to bring you more comfort and spoken caresses.

“But what, Reid?” you finally ask, as you realise he’s dragging this out on purpose to tease you a little.

“But how about a distraction instead? Have you ever been in a Las Vegas casino with a man that is banned from gambling in most of them?” He wiggled his eyebrows a little as he asked that and you giggled again, grateful for the reprieve from the serious talk.

“That doesn’t sound all that fun, Spencer.”

“Oh yeah, it’s not, but we could always use those vouchers we got as a token of appreciation earlier in the bars and drink some pretty fancy alcohol?”

“Spencer Reid, you are finally speaking my language.”

“I’m still speaking English Y/N, but if you wanted me to switch to russian or some other language, I could accommodate that depending on your linguistic preference.”

“It was a joke, Spence, now let’s get out of here.”

With that, he stood and dramatically offered you his hand like a gentleman, placing your hand in the crook of his elbow when you took it and guiding you swiftly out of the sweet bar. You were with Spencer, your safe friend, close work colleague and probably the least likely member of the BAU Team to get into trouble in a bar in Vegas. What’s the worst that could happen? You thought, as you took a final step out into the humid night air of Las Vegas.

–X–

The first thing you noticed in the morning was the pounding in your head, and it was pretty much the only thing you noticed for quite some time. When you managed to finally unglue your eyes, the second thing you noticed that this definitely wasn’t your room. The third thing you noticed was the gaping hole in your memories that explained how you possibly could’ve ended up wherever it was that you were. Or really any memories from the night before at all.

Letting out a quick groan you sit up in bed and take stock of your surroundings. Although the layout is different, you quickly recognise the interior matches the hotel you’ve been staying at, so you’re thankful that you’re at least somewhere relatively safe, and most likely in familiar company. The room looks to be neat on the whole, but there’s obvious signs of a drunken escapade strewn everwhere - two champagne flutes and a drained bottle, the contents of your purse spilt onto the chair in the corner, some random balloons in the corner you must have picked up somewhere in a drunken stupor, your clothes discarded in a trail to the bed.

That last one wakes you up a little bit more, and almost embarrassingly, you look down at yourself and see your lack of clothing, pulling the covers of the quilt closer to you as you feel yourself flush.

Fuck.

There’s a shifting in the bed next to you, and you look down in horror to see exactly which member of your team got you so plastered last night. You try to move to see who it is, but theres a tightness around your wrist and you’re pulled right back down into bed. You look down at your arm, and that’s when you realise you’re really screwed.

There, around your wrist and restraining you against the bed, is a set of handcuffs. FBI standard. The insinuation flames your face as you whip around to see which close friend and coworker you maybe - possibly - hooked up with last night, too embarrassed to look at your hand any more.

Luckily, your mystery man shifts again, and you catch sight of the nest of brown curls right before he turns over to see you, so when you finally meet the eye of Doctor Spencer Reid, you don’t scream in surprise.

“Y/N? What are you doi-” he cuts himself off as he lets his eyes trail down your body, quickly noticing your state of undress and pulling himself up into a seated position. He is similarly disrobed and it takes all of your strength to pull your gaze away from his bare chest to look literally anywhere else, your face practically flaming now.

“Spencer, would you mind helping me out over here?” you manage to squeak out quickly, as he does his best to avoid your eyes. “I seem to be a little stuck?”

That draws his attention back to you, and he finally notices the strange position of your arms and the handcuffs keeping you pinned to that spot in the bed.

“Shit, Y/N, I’m so sorry, fuck,” he quickly pulls on the pants he discarded by his side of the bed and scrambles over to you, tripping over once in his haste.

“Do you know where the key is?” you ask as he arrives at your side again, your free hand clutching the sheets over your breasts like your life depended on it.

“If that’s my pair they should be in the safe in the nightstand with my creds, give me a second to look.” After a second, he reaches the aforementioned safe box, pulling it open. He roots around inside it for a few seconds and then he spots something ad you watch the blood drain from his face.

“Spencer, what’s wrong?” you spit out quickly, tongue still heavy, and lips probably still swollen, from the night before, so you trip over the words a little. He pulls out the keys from the draw, and you let out a sigh of relief, but you’re still tense as he reaches back inside the draw and pulls out something else.

“Y/N, there wouldn’t happen to be a ring on that hand would there?” Spencer still isn’t looking at you, still staring intently at whatever else is in his hands. You try to angle your head to look, but between the restraints and the fact that Reid had turned his back to you couldn’t quite see what it was.

“What? No, I don’t wear a ring on this hand-” you cut yourself off abruptly as you look down and see it. There on the fourth finger of your left hand, the one that is still chained to the bed by your partners handcuffs, is a ring. There’s a ring on your ring finger. You just woke up in Las Vegas with no memory, in your coworkers room, naked, with a ring on your ring finger.

Your heart drops to your ass as you snap your head back around to Spencer, who finally works up the courage to look you in the eye.

“I think you should look at this” he stutters out and finally presents you with the other item he pulled out of the draw. Your jaw drops open and the pounding in your head turns into a continuous buzzing as you see yourself presented with a marriage liscence. Pinned to the corner with a paperclip is a polaroid picture, and you recognise yourself and your clothes from the night before, with the addition of a veil and bouquet, your arms slung around Reid’s neck as he pulls you in for what you can assume was a pretty passionate kiss.

“Y/N I think we got married last night.”

For a second you could’ve sworn your heart stopped. This was not happening, not to you, not right now. How stupidly drunk could you have gotten to have actually gone and married someone you weren’t even dating. And considering your current lack of clothing, it was dawning on you that you had probably done a little bit more than what was in that photo.

“Spencer unlock these handcuffs right now, so help me God,” you breathed deep and screwed your eyes shut, hoping that wihtout the distraction of the glaring lights you’d be able to remember some of what you’d done last night, but nothing came to you.

Reid, for what it was worth, got you unlocked quickly. You winced slightly as you pulled your arm away from the position it’d been in for however many hours.

“Sorry, I’m so sorry, I should have undone those last night, I don’t know why I didn’t, I’m usually pretty good at remembering stuff like that.” Reid rambled, running a hand through his hair and pacing slightly at your side of the bed. You pushed yourself up and watched him for a minute, just looking at this man who was now, probably, your husband.

Your husband.

You shook the thought from your head and cut his rambling off quickly.

“You put me in these?” you asked, just desperate for any clarification on any of the events of the last 24 hours, not fully grasping the implications of what you were asking until Reid was looking down at you with a flushed face and a mouth gaping like a fish, struggling to find the words to say.

“This is my hotel room. Those are my handcuffs… I kind of just assumed…” he trailed off the thought and you were right with him, the embarrassment heating your face just as much as it had his. You found it hard to meet his eyes the, and dropped yours to your lap.

“So you don’t remember, either?” You almost sighed in relief at that. If even a genius with an IQ of 187 and an eidetic memory was in this state after a night of drinking, then you really couldn’t be blamed for getting so drunk you married your coworker and most likely had some pretty kinky sex with him, remembering absolutely nothing on top of that at all.

“Do you need me to grab you something to wear?” he asked as he looked down at you, letting his gaze trail probably a little bit too low for a little bit too long. You grew heated under his stare, as your body reacted, and you realised how easy it must have been to fall underneath him last night if this was how you were feeling from just one look.

But you pulled yourself out of those thoughts quickly, and it seemed that so did he, as he began grabbing clothes from the floor and handing them to you, turning away as you started getting yourself into a semi-decent state.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit,” you heard Reid mumble to himself as he made his way around the side of the bed, and in your concern for him, you called out.

“Anything specific those curses were for, Spence? Because I know this isn’t exactly the most ideal situation, but four Spencer Reid swears in a row is a cause for concern.” You tried to joke, hoping to relieve some of the anxiety of your predicament.

“I can’t find…” he started and then dragged a hand over his face, trying to wipe the exhaustion from his eyes. “Y/N, I think we didn’t use protection.” You could see him panicking now, and for a second you thought of joining him too, but you crossed the room and grabbed his arms.

“Spencer, look at me, it’s fine. If we did end up… doing that, I’m on birth control, and we probably have time to grab something extra just to make sure, right?” he looked down at you then and after a moments hesitation, he wrapped his arms around you.

“I’m so sorry about all of this, I’m so stupid for suggesting we go to that casino bar last night, I don’t know what I was thinking. You even said last night that this wasn’t what you wanted for yourself, right now, god I’m an idiot, you don’t deserve this.” He buried his face in your neck and held you tight, and you pulled yours up to his back, rubbing circles into his skin slowly.

“Spencer, listen to me. I can think of noone I would have rather had a shotgun Vegas marriage with, okay? This isn’t your fault, we were both drunk, and I’m sure a Reid who was thinking straight could give me some kind of statistic about inhibitions dropping with a certain amount of alcohol.”

“A study in the United Kingdom found that there was an increase of risky sexual behavior in young people who had participated in binge drinking, including unprotected sex with a new partner and the use of emergency contraceptives and I’m not sure why I’m still talking when that was probably rhetorical, right?” You smiled at his panic, finding him just as endearing as ever, even in this predicament.

“What I’m saying, Spencer, is that we’re going to be okay. This isn’t the first time someone has gotten married in Vegas on a whim. Hell, this isn’t even the first time it’s happened to someone on our team. In a sense, this was a very traditional wedding.”

He groaned into your neck again and you laughed up at him. Sure, you were panicked still, but just having him in your arms there sharing his honest feelings with you instead of bottling it up and leaving you to deal with it on your own in your head too was doing you a world of good, and you found the words you used to reassure him soothing you, too, in turn.

“Here’s what we’re going to do. One, find the nearest pharmacy. Two, find whatever Elvis-inspired love shack wrote that marriage license and figure out if it’s actually legally binding. Three, avoid all of our coworkers until 2pm. How does that sound?”

Reid pulled himself out of your neck then, and you were almost sad at the loss of that warmth near you.

“It sounds like I made the smartest choice of a wife I was ever going to make,” he smiled down at you.

“Oh you got jokes now, Doc? I see.”

“Thought I should let you know all my deep dark secrets now we’re married.” You shared a laugh, and standing there amongst the debris of the night before, despite all the mistakes, you knew you were safe, and that the two of you would always be safe together.

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I've Been Watching You - Chp 7

On the Bucket List

Rating: Mature. Minors dni

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook / Reader

Words: Total: 73k

Status: Complete. 7 out of 26

Story Summary: There's a hot new guy in the gym. You can't keep your eyes off him, and it seems he can't keep his off you either. What starts out as Friends-with-Benefits turns into something a lot more complicated as your past comes back to haunt you and you find out your best friend's long-kept secret.

Originally posted on AO3

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Chapter 7: On the Bucket List

Chapter Summary: JK and the MC continue to spend time together, and conversations start to creep towards dangerous territory, which the MC wants to avoid. The MC gets to strike one item off her bucket list. Sexy times ahead!

Author's Note: I'm back! This chapter took a while, because it was one of those where a lot had to be covered, and was before another peak in the story. Longest chapter so far. Also, there's smut! The smut is a different kind again - not sure if you guys noticed, but every smutty scene is slightly different. I hope it doesn't disappoint! JK and the MC spend some quality time together. Paintball might seem a little clichéd (think '10 Things I Hate About You' starring Julia Stiles and the late Heath Ledger), but I've always wanted to try it but never got around to it. There's also a Star Wars reference (I'm a total fan). Darth Vader was the ultimate badass in Episodes IV, V and VI. Tall, dark and ... Well he was wearing a mask most of the time, but he was quite handsome in a Episodes I, II and III. Are you still with me? Heh heh heh. Also, a shout out to @azurefangirl. She's one of my inspirations - I've been reading all her stories, enough times that I could convince myself that maybe I could write one too.

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It was shoulders and back day. After doing lat pull-downs, I was at the far end of the gym doing the landmine press. Jimin came strolling over. “What did you do over your long weekend? Jiho left yesterday right?"

“Yup. After the club that night, Jiho only came back after breakfast. He said he needed to crash, and had overdosed on chocolate. We went out for a late lunch, then I sent him to the train station around 5pm. I came to the gym in the morning, but didn’t see you. Soo….. what happened to your booty call?”

“When I got to his apartment, he’d just showered. He came to the door looking like sex on legs. He got all protective too when I told him about Hajoon.” I added rolling my eyes. “Then he spent the rest of the night making sure I didn’t have any bruises anywhere. Hmm, actually, he made it his mission to give me bruises.” I pulled aside the neck of my tee shirt to show Jimin the enormous hickey.

“Oh my god! That must be the biggest hickey I’ve ever seen!” “I know right? And I’ve a matching one on my boob!” I complained. Jimin burst out laughing. “No way, he gave you one on your boob?” he cackled. “He’s a biter, huh? Is he good with his tongue?”

“Well, he did eat me out on his kitchen counter before bringing me to the bedroom. And last evening we christened my couch”.

“At last!” Jimin hooted. “I thought that couch was going to die a virgin. Wait, you went over to his place after the club, then last evening you christened your couch? Did you spend all day yesterday together?”

“No, not exactly. We fell asleep at his place after the club, but I left around 4am.”

Jimin sighed “Y/N, it’s been four years. Don’t you think you need to move past this?”

“I don’t know, Jiminie. I mean, Jungkook makes me feel safe, like he wouldn't hurt me. That’s how I managed to fall asleep at his place after the club. He was so sweet. He cleaned me up again, then just held me. But I’m scared, Jiminie. I don’t think I’ll survive getting my heart ripped out of my chest again”.

“Y/N, anyone with eyes can see the attraction and the chemistry between you two! You look like you fit together, even more so than with Nam….”

“Don’t, Jiminie”, I put my hand on Jimin’s chest “Don’t say his name”. Jimin grabs my hand with his, cradling it to his chest as he says gently “Y/N, you have so much love to give. You’re smart and funny, you deserve to be happy. You deserve more than just casual hook-ups, even if the sex is mind-blowing.” Jimin sighed again. “Speaking of mind-blowing sex, where is Loverboy this morning?”

“Oh, he had a wedding shoot. At the beach, no less. He said it would run well into the afternoon. I’m going over to Artemis anyway. Have to look in on Nuri. Oh, and guess what, yesterday Ginger came out to the front of the clinic and rubbed herself all over Jungkook!”

“That slut! She only ever hisses at me or runs away…. waaaaiiit….. did you say Jungkook?”

“Yup”, I replied, picking up my towel and water bottle.

“You brought Loverboy to the clinic?!? You’ve never brought anyone to the clinic! Well, except me of course.”

“Yeah, I felt bad about leaving in the middle of the night, and he’s obviously an animal-person. Besides, he brought his dog Bam there for the yearly check-up two weeks ago, so it’s not like it was his first time there.”

Jimin held up his hand up, “You don’t have to explain, Honey. I get it. I told you right, this time it’s different.”

Just then, I felt my phone buzz in my pocket.

[Hot Gym JK] Hey Sweetness, the photo shoot got cut short. What are you doing later after lunch?

[Sexy Vet] Oh! What happened to the shoot? I'll be at the clinic, but I'm free after 3pm.

[Hot Gym JK] Awesome. I’ll swing by the clinic to pick you up then. Tell you the story about the shoot later.

[Sexy Vet] Where are we going?

[Hot Gym JK] It’s a surprise. Wear comfortable shoes and slacks or berms.

[Sexy Vet] Ok, now you’ve got me intrigued. Give me a hint!’

[Hot Gym JK] And spoil the surprise? Nope. You’ll just have to wait to find out. See you at 3pm, Sweetness.

[Sexy Vet] Ok. C u.

Jimin was watching my face closely. “That HAD to be Loverboy. You should see the way you’re smiling right now”.

“Nonsense! This is my normal look.”

“And I’m the queen of England. Face it Y/N, there’s something between you and Jungkook. You can deny it all you want.”

I smiled, thinking about him.

“See! You didn’t even try to deny it!”

“Whatever,” I huffed.

“So you seeing him today I take it?”

“Yeah, he said he’d pick me up from the clinic. Told me to wear comfortable shoes and said it was a surprise.”

“Well, I guess that means you’re not going to do ballroom dancing.“

"Probably not," I laughed. "Gotta go Jiminie. Catch you later k”.

“Go, go, go. Say 'Hi' to Loverboy for me”.

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Right on the dot at 3pm, Jungkook turned into the carpark in front of the clinic. I was already sitting on the bench outside the clinic, nursing a peppermint mocha, watching two kids playing with the Golden Retriever that had just been discharged today. Jungkook pulled up beside me and opened the passenger side door “Hop in, Sweetness”. I got in and showed him the second cup I was holding.

“I wasn’t sure how you like your coffee, so I just got you a Flat White, no sugar. I’ve got some sugar packets in my bag if you want some.”

“Actually I’m more a tea drinker, but a Flat White no sugar is fine”. He reached over to squeeze my knee.

“So what happened with the photo shoot?”

“The bride-to-be didn’t really want a photo session on the beach saying she hates the sand, but the groom-to-be had pressurized her into it. Today she just couldn’t bring herself to do it and broke down in tears. I think it’s the wedding stress.”

“Yikes! Was it a deal-breaker?”

“Naah. The groom-to-be panicked and told his fiancé he’d shoot the photos anywhere she wanted. She said she’d wanted to do it in the flower gardens on the other side of town, and but they are closed today. She’s a florist, so having flowers in the shoot was actually quite a big deal to her. In the end we went to her shop and took some nice but tight shots there. We picked another day for the gardens shoot, but they felt bad about the whole thing, so they paid us for half-a-day’s work and bought us lunch”.

“Ok, so everything’s fine then. Can you imagine what they’d tell their grandkids? ‘Your grandma almost didn’t marry me because I wanted our wedding photos taken at the beach.”

“Yup, everything’s fine, and thanks to them I get to spend my afternoon with my favorite vet”. He grinned at me as we pulled into the parking lot of what looked like a refurbished warehouse. ‘Got You in My Sights’ was spray painted on the front wall, along with a impressive mural running the length of the long building. I saw in smaller print ‘Paintball. Lasertag. Air Rifle Shooting’.

“You brought me here to shoot me?!?” I asked disbelievingly.

“Shoot AT you. Paintballs, that is. I was told we have the whole place to ourselves today.”

Two white jumpsuits, goggles, helmets and paint guns loaded later, I found myself hiding behind a bale of hay, hoping to catch Jungkook unawares. He hadn’t seen me duck down into this small trench so this was my best shot. I saw him creeping behind some trees, unaware that I was behind him. I lined up my sights, then pulled the trigger. A big yellow blob appeared on his jumpsuit, right in the middle of his back. He spun around, eyes wide open in shock. “You drew first blood! I’m coming for you!” he shouted and started sprinting towards me.

Now, the sight of a 1.78m tall man, all geared up, carrying a loaded weapon running towards you is downright terrifying. I yelped and sprung up, legs pumping to put as much distance as I could between me and Jungkook. I found a waist-high wall made of sandbags, leapt over it and turned towards my pursuer. He was running across open ground, so I had the upper hand. I fired at least 5 shots at him, but only had the satisfaction of seeing one hit him on the shoulder. That didn’t stop him though, he just kept coming. I jumped up away from the wall and continued running. This time, I felt the paint hit. Two on the back, one near my knee and one hit my helmet. I went sprawling, falling into a dip behind a slight rise. I drew my knees in and just sat there, trying to catch my breath. Trying to listen out for foot falls. The plan was to wait till Jungkook was almost upon me, fire one to the chest then run.

Of course that didn’t happen. I felt a shadow fall over me, and looked up to see Jungkook standing over me, smiling smugly. He held his hand out to me.

He made deep breathing sounds. “Join me, and together, we will rule the galaxy” he said in fake boomy voice.

“You did not just quote Darth Vader!” I burst out laughing.

“I find your lack of faith disturbing.”

I couldn’t take it. I sat down on the ground laughing at Jungkook’s Darth Vader impressions. “Stop! Stop!”

He grinned and looked at my jumpsuit, then back at his jumpsuit. Mine was covered in green, whilst his had just one yellow spot on his shoulder, and the other one on his back. “How did you only manage to hit me only once when I ran towards you? I was completely in the open on purpose! ”

“I told you first person shooter games aren’t my thing, right?” I cried as I got to my feet. “I can’t shoot while moving, and it looks like I can’t even shoot while staying still! That first shot I got on you was a pure fluke.”

“Yeah, I wouldn’t put my life in your hands if we were in a gun fight.”

“Rude!” I shouted, then shot him in the chest at point blank and ran away cackling.

“OW! Come here you!” Jungkook shouted, running after me. After what felt like an eternity of running and hiding, Jungkook finally called time. I got shot at least half a dozen more times, while I didn’t land a single shot.

When we removed all our gear, our hair was plastered to our heads with sweat. I looked down, and realized my white cotton blouse was stuck to my skin, and a bit see-through. Thankfully I was wearing my nice, lacy white set. Jungkook’s eyes widened, and he suddenly leaned over and kissed me hard on the lips. I kissed him back, our tongues dancing.

I put my hand on his chest but he hissed and pulled back. “You know, shooting someone at point blank will cause bruising right?” he complained as he slowly lifted his tee shirt. There, right in the center of his chest was a big bruise.

I didn’t say anything. I was so transfixed by his abs, I just stood there, blinking slowly.

“Helloooo, earth to Y/N?” He waved a hand in front of my face.

I blinked twice. “You were saying?”

“You gave me a big bruise by shooting me at point blank range.”

“Ah, now we’re even. Two for two. Told you I’d claim the other half of my payment”.

“How can you even equate a hickey to paintball injury?!? One is given in pleasure, the other is an injury!“

“Tomay-toes, tomar-toes. Now we really both match – one on the neck, one on the chest”. I gave him a double thumbs-up and a wink. He rolled his eyes.

“You hungry? Wanna go grab some food and head back to my place?”

“Sure,” I said, fanning my blouse in an attempt to unstick it and dry out a little. “Any craving?”

“How about Thai food? ‘Buy My Thai’ is on the way.”

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“Mmm…. This Pad Thai is soooo good!” I closed my eyes after slurping my noodles and chewed happily.

“Right? The place is co-owned by a couple. The wife is Thai. I did a photo shoot for them about 4 months ago for their new menu. Now I get extra shrimp in my Tom Yam Goong.”

I smiled and nodded, too busy chewing to reply. “So you don’t have a pet now?” Jungkook asked.

“No, no time for one. I don’t go to the clinic everyday, but when I do I spend long hours there. Besides, all the patients are like my surrogate fur kids. Where’s Bam? You mentioned him but he doesn’t live here with you.”

“Bam is at my parent’s. I just moved back to the city about 10 months ago after spending a few years abroad. Bam stayed with my parents while I was away. Been thinking of bringing Bam over to my place. What do you think? I’d love to have your professional opinion on it.”

“Well, you do have nice grounds here, good for walks. Your apartment is large enough for a Doberman. Is he potty-trained? I mean trained to use a tray?” Jungkook nodded. “That’s good, so he can relieve himself even when you’re not at home. I’d suggest getting some rugs for the floors that are slippery. Sliding on slippery floors may lead to increased risk of hip or elbow dysplasia.” Jungkook nodded in understanding, looking around at his floors. “Another thing is, are you going to be away a lot? If he gets more attention and company at your parent’s, you may want to think about leaving him there. But you can bring him over if you’re going to be home for a stretch.”

Jungkook started collecting the empty cartons and bowls. “I will have to travel a little on and off, but for the most part I’ll be around. Thanks for the advice though. I’ll just bring Bam over here if I’m going to be around for him.” Jungkook smiled, took my hand and squeezed it.

“Come, I wanna show you something”. He led me to his bedroom, and pushed open the double glass doors I’d seen the last time I was here. The balcony outside had a set of comfy-looking outdoor furniture – a small low table and two chairs that were large enough to sit two. A little tealight holder on the small table had a lit tealight in it, giving off the smell of geraniums. I walked over to the railing and looked out over city.

“This is such a gorgeous view.”

“Yes, it is” Jungkook said, looking at me, stroking my arm. He pulled me against him, my back to his front and whispered in my ear “Look up.” I gasped when I did. The night sky looked like a deep velvet canvas, with stars scattered all over.

“Wow”, I said quietly. “You can’t see the stars from the city. I’d forgotten how beautiful the night sky can be”.

“This is one of the reasons I fell in love with this place. I often come and sit out here when I’ve had a rough day. The night sky reminds me that I’m just a little speck in the big scheme of things. Wait here”, he squeezed me, then walked back into his bedroom. I continued gazing up when he came back with a huge grey woolen blanket and wrapped me in it.

“Come have a seat, I'll go make us some tea.” I settled into the large chair at the end of the balcony. I looked around. Because of the shape of the apartment building, I couldn’t see any of the neighbor's homes. It was just a clear view of the surrounding area and the city skyline. Breathtaking.

Jungkook came back not long later with a small pot and two tea cups on a tray. The tea smelled heavenly. “This is jasmine tea with natural rose oil” he explained as sat down next to me and proceeded to pour tea into both cups. “It’s great after you've had oily food.” I took a deep breath, closing my eyes and savoring the fragrance. I took a tentative sip.

“Wow!" I closed my eyes and took an extra deep breath.  A few more sips later, I opened my eyes to see Jungkook staring at me over the rim of his teacup. "This might be the best tea I’ve ever smelled or tasted! Makes me wanna bathe in it”.

“Well, I do have good taste” he smiled, then leaned closer to me “speaking of good taste….” He took my cup from me and put it down on the table. His warm lips found mine. His hand wound into my hair, holding my head in place, angling it to kiss me deeper. He kissed me slowly, but no less hungrily as he explored my mouth. His hand travelled down, squeezing my breasts before moving his hands to my waist, shifting me so that I was facing him, straddling his lap. He kissed his way down my neck and pressed gentle kisses to the hickey he gave me. His hands reached for the bottom of my white blouse and he pulled it up and over my head.

“I saw the white lace earlier after paintball. I’ve been dying to see it up close” He ran his finger down the shoulder strap, over the tops of the cups, making me shiver. Then he suddenly pulled down the cup, freeing my breast. He closed his lips over my hardening nipple, sucking so hard I let out a whine. He reached up and freed the other breast, shifting his attention to it. “Your breasts look so sexy like this, held up by your bra.”

“We’re out in the open, Jungkook. Someone might see.” I said worriedly, looking around.

“No one can see us while we’re here. But if it makes you feel better..." he reached past me to pull up the large grey blanket and draped it on my shoulders. He reached back then and pulled his t-shirt off in one smooth move. As always, I was mesmerized by his bulging arm muscles, the swell of his pectoral muscles, the ridges of his abs and Adonis belt. I ran my hands over his stomach and chest, then leaned forward to kiss him, as I pawed at the buttons of his cargo shorts. Then I reached into his boxers and freed his hard cock, giving it a few pumps. Jungkook moaned, then pushed his shorts and boxers off his hips so that they rested near his knees. I reached down and pushed them the rest of the way off his legs.

His hands went to the button of my slacks, pulled down the zip slowly. He brushed his fingers against my white lacy panties, then growled. "I wanna see”.

He lifted me off his lap and made me stand between his legs. He spun me around to face away from him and slid my slacks past my hips. They fell to the floor. “Your ass looks terrific in white lace” he purred, rubbing both ass cheeks with his hands. He slipped his fingers in and pulled the lace down, then helped me step out of it. I pulled me towards him to face him again. He looked divine – bare chest heaving, muscles all on display, cock standing erect. The ache between my legs grew stronger. I sat on his lap, shuffling forward till I could rub my core on his cock.

“So wet for me” he groaned, as he massaged my breasts, thumbs rubbing over my nipples. I lifted myself up slightly, then impaled myself on his cock. He moaned loudly, burying his face between my breasts. “Move please,” he choked out, his arms crushing me to him like a vise. My breasts rubbed up and down on his chest as I put my knees on the seat of the chair for leverage to take him in again and again. He held my hips in a crushing grip as he helped move me up and down. By now the large grey blanket had fallen onto the ground but neither of us cared. It was just him in his naked glory, me with my ass bare and my breasts trussed up in my bra. He pressed his thumb onto my clit, moving it in time to when our bodies closed the gap, watching how my pussy sucked him in.

“Harder, Jungkook, harder” I panted.

He applied more pressure with his thumb and my world exploded. I squirted onto his lap as he came, moaning my name.

We sat like that for a while, our arms around each other, coming down from our highs, till our breathing evened out. I lifted myself slowly off him, feeling him slide out. I rested on his lap, not wanted to separate just yet. He stroked my back lazily while nuzzling my neck with his lips.

“You know, having sex under the stars, out in the open has always been on my bucket list.”

“And you’ve never found anyone to do it with?” Jungkook asked curiously. I shook my head, as he stood up, carrying me with him.  I buried my face in his chest to avoid answering his question.  I inhaled deeply.  He smelled of his cologne, but underneath that was a very manly smell, of sweat and sex.  

“Let’s get you cleaned up” as he walked to the bathroom. He set my down gently on his marble counter, took a wash cloth and wiped our mess from the insides of my thighs and his crotch. He also wiped my breasts slowly, then pulled the cups back up. He kissed me, then went to wash the towel in the sink.

“I wanted to tell you, I have to leave tomorrow morning for a magazine photo shoot for a week. In Paris. The following week there will be a photo exhibition cum charity ball here in the Grand Ballroom at Four Seasons. I’m one of three photographers who have been invited to take photos for the exhibition. It’ll be great exposure, and it seems the guests move in high circles, so it’ll be a great chance to network. “

“That’s amazing! I’m so happy for you. It sure sounds like a great opportunity for you.”

“Come to the ball with me? As my plus one?” he asked earnestly, holding both my hands as he looked at me with puppy dog eyes.

“Don’t do the puppy dog eyes thing! I cannot resist it!” I cried, covering my face with my hands.

“But it’s my greatest weapon in getting what I want,” he said smugly. “Seriously though, say you’ll come with me? I’ll even get you a dress from Paris.”

“Oooh… high fashion from Paris, huh? You sure you know my size?”

“Oh, I know your size,” he said in a low voice as he claimed my lips with his again. My knees turned to jelly, along with my will.

“Ok,” I breathed when we finally separated, our foreheads resting together. "What time is your flight tomorrow?"

"It's at 6am. I’ll call you when I land. I'll be pretty busy during the day, we can talk at night, although you’ll be a few hours ahead of me," Jungkook said

“Ok, Big Boy, sounds good. I need to to go too anyways, I have a surgery early tomorrow morning.”

“Come on, I’ll drive you back to the clinic to get your car.”

We drove in a companionable silence, once again with his hand resting on my leg, this time, on my thigh. He insisted on driving back with me to my apartment building after that, and walking me up to my door. Outside my door, he kissed me till I was dizzy, and wouldn’t have stopped if not for my neighbor who had to walk past us. We both laughed after my neighbor croaked out a very awkward “Hi…” and slinked into his apartment. Jungkook held my face in his hands and kissed me on the nose, then on the lips. “Good night, Sweetness. Dream of me k?” and blew me a kiss as he walked down the stairs.

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Transcendence AU Dash Simulator GO!!!

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okay but actually block me if you ship mizcor -- 'hurr durr but we age stella up' -- SHUT UPPP she's literally a minor and alcor's canonically over a million years old so how about you stop being a freak

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Babe I hate to break this to you but Mizcor's literally one of the most famous relationships in all of post-transcendental literature

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I could not have more obviously been talking about Mizar the Magnificent but you know what? Yeah classic Mizcor supporters can fuck off too actually.

Everybody likes to whip out Twin Souls like some kind of gotcha but have you even actually read it??? Like it's literally supporting demon worship and pedophilia -- both of which are EXTREMELY ILLEGAL btw. So yeah if I see any of my followers reblogging that shit I'm reporting you to the Occult Defense Agency idc if we're mutuals

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*looks at my Alcorian Literature PhD* guess we better stock up on prison shivs buddy

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okay I'm sorry but

and Mizar the Magnificent isn't????

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Los Angeles 🏝️

#sunken city of los angeles #new california #travel #ocean #photography #lmao i almost got eaten by a kelpie trying to take this pic pls reblog it

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Hey guys! Just wanted to let you know that The Scepter of Vanquished Souls, the newest book in the Wanderlust Trilogy, is now available for pre order on Glamazon!

Purchasers of the hard-cover edition will also receive never-before-seen content, including a deleted scene between Princess Samia and the Shadow King!

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Boosting because I honestly cannot recommend this book enough. Truly one of Mira's best (and I'm not just saying that because she married me!)

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So. I had a day.

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Okay, but consider

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I don't remember my older brother's wedding

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A small price to pay for no middle school trauma

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I'm actually the senior librarian. But thanks!

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Today's demon of the day is Nxlar the Antithetical! Responsible for the Florida Springs Massacre of 3007, the body count for this purveyor of madness is estimated to be over 400 (source).

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I could fix her

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literally screaming crying throwing up rn I've turned off 'Based on your likes' like eight times @staff can't you just get rid of him already

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#i accidentally set my alchemy textbook on fire today and i don't even care AAAAAA this is going to be amazing #northwest mansion mystery #pacifica northwest #rosa darling #im about to be so insufferable about this just you wait

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Nxlar SWEEEEEP!!!

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Lmao so Nxlar the Antithetical totally turned my apartment complex into a pile of sentient sludge yesterday. I'm fine -- I was at work when it all went down, but uh... yeah, my situation obviously just became super not-great. I hate to ask, but I don't get paid til the 15th, so if some of y'all could float me some cash just so I can get a motel room for a couple nights, I'll fr owe you a life debt

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Important PSA

So idk if y'all have been reading the news lately, but the alcor virus has been making the rounds on the interwebs again. I feel like I shouldn't have to say this but PLEASE don't click any random links rn, ESPECIALLY if they're tagged with twin souls.

I know we twinners love to joke about it, but the alcor virus is legitimately dangerous and has been known to seriously ruin people's lives. Idk. Just like be smart and practice basic caution I guess? Jumblr's pretty much dead these days, so he might skip over us, but it's always better to be safe than sorry

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Anyone else just randomly crave connective tissue sometimes

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no actually i think that might just be a you thing

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Okay guys I might be crazy but what if the Shadow King was actually telling the truth when he said Princess Samia's brother is still alive??? Like, if you think about it, there's a tonnnn of foreshadowing in Crown of Ghosts and the author tweeted that there was gonna be a surprise twist in the new book sooo 👀👀

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Reminder that you are beautiful exactly as you are and there are thousands who would sell their souls to imitate what you do naturally <3

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I actually really needed this today 💗

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Yo quit reblogging this op is a blatant human supremacist

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And? No one cares lmao

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#I sent screenshots of that one centaur post to her boss too #give you two guesses what species his wife is (tags by @alv)

Holy shit. Am I actually rooting for the alcor virus rn?

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maybe the real virus was the friends we made along the way <3

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No, the real virus is me. Don't take credit for my accomplishments.

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Heritage post

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I just want to get dicked down again =/

[iamnmbr3]

I always viewed the Malfoy family dynamic as something very complex, and I'm sorry if you talked about this before but considering canon events without Cursed Child, I was wondering if you they would accept a possible drarry relationship.

Thank you so much for your patience waiting for an answer to this ask. You raise a really interesting question and I wanted to sit down and write out a good answer.

First of all, you had me at "considering canon events without Cursed Child" lol. Every time I remember that people were paid cash money dollars to write that atrocity and then actually put their names on it I get so mad. Imagine getting PAID to write a followup for a beloved series and not even bothering to read it. Because I know I can't prove it but I feel so sure that the two dudes who wrote it just skimmed the wiki. And even if viewed as it's own thing it's so bad an lazy and just ugh. Anyway, that's not what this ask is about. I just had to rant about how much I hate CC for a minute.

I definitely think the Malfoy family dynamic is very complex - and would only grow more complex in a postwar world where Draco canonically changed his views and rejected what his parents taught him (and probably largely still believed in...even if they would know better than to admit it out loud.) I think Lucius was definitely glad by the end that Voldemort got defeated, but not because he gave up his blood supremacist views (though I'm sure he professed to have changed his ways...not that anyone bought it this time). This divergence in ideology would probably lead to some tension. Especially between Lucius and Draco since Draco would probably come to have an increasingly negative view of his father's actions and might also blame him for a lot of what their family ended up going through.

When it comes to their reaction to drarry I think the first factor to consider is what their views of a same sex relationship would be. If we assume a HP world where that's fine, then the only issue is how they would react to Harry. In that case I think they probably are less than thrilled and more than a little suspicious (although Narcissa did canonically expect Harry to know where Draco was and if he was alive so actually maybe she at least wouldn't doubt Harry's motives as much as we might expect). Certainly Draco's relationship with Harry is advantageous so I think they wouldn't complain too much. Not to mention I think Narcissa's entire life focus is on Draco's safety and happiness so if he's happy she's happy.

Now, if we take the lack of visibility of any canon gay characters and the fact that unmarried characters like Alphard (or Sirius or Muriel Prewett for that matter) seem to live a "confirmed bachelor" coded lifestyle as evidence that wizarding society's regressive social values include deeply engrained societal homophobia then we also have to deal with what Lucius and Narcissa would think of Draco being with a man. In that case obviously it would be a much bigger shock and they would have a much more difficult time coming to terms with it. Of course, Draco might also not tell them in that case, but if we imagine a world where attitudes are starting to change he would eventually tell them if/when the relationship went public. They'd have a harder time coming to terms with it and might never fully be comfortable with it - especially Lucius who I think values the Malfoy name and image a bit more and also seems to care about Draco a bit more as idea - as the Heir TM - than as a person.

Again though, I go back to how we could plausibly argue that during the Manor scene Narcissa figured out just how much her son cares about Harry - to the point that she possibly dragged him away from the fight because she was afraid he would do something rash. And she asks Harry in the forest where Draco is and if he is alive - because she expects that Draco would have gone to find Harry and that Harry will know where he is and what his status is. I wonder if she actually thought something was going on between them. I mean, even VOLDEMORT knew something was up. Perhaps when she lied to save Harry it wasn't just to get to Draco but also to protect someone she knew her son loved. Anyway, given all this, I think she loves her son and I think she would accept him for who he is and that would include accepting who he loved, even if it was a love she had been taught was wrong. And I don't think she would tolerate Lucius openly mistreating Draco even if their relationship became rockier as a result. (Not to mention the last thing Lucius wants to do is get on the wrong side of The Chosen One TM given that his position in a postwar world would be precious enough already).

[jenevawashere]

This was originally a reblog on one of @phoebeejeebies posts but I'm still internally screaming about it so you can now suffer with us! (if you want more context go read theirs first)

OK! I NEED TO RANT BECAUSE BRAIN ROT OF THIS SCENE AND THE IMPLICATIONS HAVE NOT GONE AWAY SINCE I LEFT THE THEATER!

Phoebe takes the chess set with her, knowing no one will be there because it's night time. She does all of this as if it is a routine she does once a week. It doesn't feel like a spur of the moment decision. This is something she has done multiple times since moving to New York.

Now we do need to mention, she is a fifteen year old alone in New York City at night in a park. That is a really stupid thing to do alone in any city at night no matter your age. The repetitive nature with which she does this suggests to me that she isn't worried about this because she knows that she isn't alone.

I have yet to listen to the soundtrack for GFE, but I have an ear for music cues and reprises (Infinity War and Endgame were music goldmines for me and I remember losing my mind at the music choices in the theater, so much so that my silent nerding out annoyed my dad). Somehow, without knowing that the reused the first bit of Chess, I recognized what the tune implied along with Phoebe's actions.

I don't remember who plays first, but when the other chess piece moves, she looks around as if she's looking for someone. Again! Keep in mind, this is a weekly occurrence. She isn't confused because she's playing chess with a ghost, she's confused because Egon has yet to materialize.

When Melody materializes, Phoebe is disappointed that it isn't him. You can see it in her face. This is something sacred that she does with her grandfather once a week. Something her family doesn't know about. Ok, maybe Trevor knows.

If Egon did/does actually come back to visit, you can't tell me he only spent time with Phoebe. He literally helped Trevor fix the Ecto in GA, he was supervising Trev the entire time. There's even a small moment when the Ecto is going through the field that you can see the silhouette of another person in the car through the back windshield. I highly doubt Egon would let his grandson do something so reckless unsupervised. (Yes this was probably a camera man or a member of the stunt crew or something, but if it were, wouldn't they have removed it?)

After being benched, Phoebe needs someone to talk to, someone who will understand, and he isn't there. Instead, there's this ghost of some girl that's on fire and, oh, she's kinda cute...

NOW! IF this is something Phoebe and Egon do regularly (as is implied), why isn't he there?

I think, he heard about Garraka down some spiritual grape vine and knows that the ice age personified can control other spirits, or maybe he read something about it during self imposed watch duty in Summerville. The only reason Melody isn't being controlled like a puppet is because she made a deal with Garraka. Egon would know how dangerous being around the orb is.

These are his friends we're talking about. This is his family! He left to protect them by standing on the front line when no one else would. They are his world at this point. If his being there even as a ghost is what will put them in danger, then he is going to stay the fuck away if it will keep them safe.

The night after everything has thawed, I'd like to think that Phoebe went out at night and went back to the park without the chess set. He was waiting for here there, ready to comfort her in the way he couldn't a few days before.

*takes a deep breath, then screams* AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[v4mpgutz]

Cardigan, Ethan Landry [ ONESHOT ]

— pt. 2 of seven but a oneshot instead of a drabble, i love ethan sm hes so cutiepie. i recommend listening to cardigan (taylor swift) as you read, it hits tbh

non-ghostface ethan landry x fem reader

warnings ! — ethan being a chronic sorry-er (bless him), ethan also pulls his hair a little bc of anxiety

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ethan was, to say the least, a little confused when he felt so warm as the sunlight started to pour in through the sheer white curtains in your living room. wait, was something touching his hair? his eyes fluttered open and he realised his face was against your chest (not that he was complaining) as he laid on top of you on your couch. one of your arms was lazily draped over his shoulders and the other massaged his scalp ever so gently, toying with his brown curls.

he took a breath in, relishing in your warmth and hold until he became fully aware of your positioning and shot up from your body. your eyes widened a little at the sudden movement, worried.

ethan sat a couple of inches away from you now, his own eyes widening as he remembered the events of the night prior. no, he thought, oh god please no. his hands reached up and pulled slightly at his hair with a wince, his breathing picked up and he turned to face you looking completely mortified

"i'm so sorry!" he blurts out, "oh.. god. i'm so so sorry, y/n."

he's so angry. he's completely outraged — had he no self-control? he kept mumbling apologies, so upset for knocking on your door at such an outrageous time and even more upset because he felt like he completely overshared and trauma dumped on you. he looks at the ground, muttering to himself.

his head perks up when you gently grab his wrists and pull his arms down, away from his hair. your fingers slowly creep down towards his hands and encase them in your own, rubbing your thumbs on the back of them.

"eth, i was the one who let you in," you reassure him. "if i didn't want to listen to you i could've easily shut the door in your face."

he swallowed and his face grew warm as he nodded. he knew you were right but he can't help feeling guilty. you sighed and brought his hands up, kissing his knuckles so softly before running your thumbs over them once more for good measure.

ethan looked away in embarrassment and went quiet. you smiled at his reaction, your eyes softening as you admired his face. he was truly an angel incarnate and this moment proved it.

his posture was stiff as he chewed his bottom lip. his hair looked lighter as the rays of sunlight coming in cascaded over him, over his hair, his skin and oh, his eyes. they brightened to such a beautiful shade and his lashes casted a small shadow over his cheeks. the golden light surrounded him like he was the reason the sun rose and in that very second you would've believed it.

you let out a breath you didn't realise you were holding and whistled, "wow."

ethan turned to you with his brows furrowed, a confused look on his face as he thought you were being judgmental. "what?" he asked. he noticed you were looking at him already and squinted slightly.

"is there something on my face?" he questioned.

you shook your head with a smile and licked your teeth. "no," you confirmed. "you just look so pretty."

if his cheeks were warm before they were absolutely burning now. he tried to reply, his mouth opening and closing like a fish yet he couldn't seem to get the words out. he'd never been called.. pretty before. it made his stomach churn in the best way possible.

you giggled and teased him a little. "awe, can't handle being complimented? ah, looks like i don't do it enough then, huh? my gorgeous boy."

ethan huffed and turned away, crossing his arms in false offence.

you saw it though, the little smile that pulled at the corners of his lips.

i actually really love this sm and i kid you not i spent like 20 minutes figuring out how to describe the sun-ray scene. like i was picturing jack in that way and just couldn't describe him bc hes so gorgeous im UGAHSNDN

[mofffun]

King-Chan #8: ep28 body swap ep visual commentary

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mofu note: they were speaking fast, laughing and overlapping all the time i couldn't get everything. this is like ~85% of the long TTFC ver. The Gira/mie is strong in this one.

Kaku-san is hosting this time (thank them for letting Taisei off the hook)

Aoto/Yanma can't join because of schedule conflicts. He wrote a detailed memo with timestamps that Yuzuki will read out for him

[ep27 Recap]

So praised the narration and Masashi the bgm.

Erica noted the tonal shift between ep27's desolation and ep28's shenanigans.

They were all impressed by Dugded's CG universe in ep27. The visuals are more than anything they can imagine just from the script alone.

Erica asked if wire work was hard for Taisei. He said he was hung up for a whole day and his waist hurt.

Everyone calling for Aoto when Yanma shows up on screen.

Everyone going "ara" when Himeno shows up.

Everyone clapping for Kaguragi.

Masashi: *claps table* Objection! Why am I the only one injured here?! Everyone is so cool but I'm all beat up!

So: So you want to complain? Please, face the camera.

Masashi: *looks to front* I have a complaint!

Taisei: Even if you're beat up, it's a beautiful sight. (lit. idiom: beautiful like a painting)

Everyone: Ara!

Masashi: Ara... Thank you. How nice of you. ;D

Erica: Kamihori-san said so too :) (in the roundtable with Takamina and ⚙🕸)

[Dugded's room]

So: That was when the Five Jesters only had four members.

Erica: I kept wondering what that transparent sphere is.

Masashi: Balance ball.

Erica: But it's transparent?

Taisei: *loading* Yeah, it is.

(mofu note: KOPN28 said the transparent effect is achieved by incomplete composition from the green props. They are wrapped in plastic for a different reflection rate with the green background so a semi-transparent effect can be achieved.)

Taisei: What's everyone's favourite jester?

So, Taisei, Yuzuki: Goma.

Masashi: Minnogan

Erica: Glodi

[Sleeping Angel]

🦋🕸⚙🏵 STOP!!!

🐝: What?!!!

Aoto Memo #1: Kaku-san's first cut as Himeno: an angel's sleeping face (寝顔天使)

So: He's praising me? *waves around* Thank you, Aoto! Thank you, Aoto! *finger heart*

Masashi: Wait, does Himeno smile in her sleep too?

So: Well, it's not written but they told me to do what I like so that's my image of her.

Erica: It's like she had a nice dream.

[Honeybee stretch] caption: んっ❤

Taisei: *wake-up stretch* I also like your wake-up stretch.

Masashi: How did you come up with that?

So: Image. She looks like she will say something like that.

Erica: *wake-up stretch* So not a "hnnnnnnnnn" but just "hn"? 

Masashi: the "hn" comes after the stretch? *Masashi & Yuzuki mimics*

Aoto Memo #2: Kaku-san's Himeno, first time we see her first breath in the morning. Fishy but too cute, I forgive him. (初発生初吐息 / あざといけど可愛いすぎて / 許しちゃう自分がいる)

Masashi: He loves this scene!

Yuzuki: He gave me the memo but it's pretty much all Kaku-san XD

So: Thank you, Aoto! *does Aoto's favourite pose and Yuzuki follows*

So noted it's the first time we see Kaguragi's sleepwear.

[高飛車娘]

The cast didn't understand the Chikyu script on Kaguragi's phone for Himeno as well. Erica heard from Mizuma-san (head maid) what it means when they went for a meal together.

So: Isn't it awesome the fans can decode that?

Taisei: What does it actually mean...?

Erica & So: *villainess evil laugh hand* Someone who looks down on others.

(mofu note: 高飛車 [たかびしゃ] is a Japanese Chess [shogi] technical term that lends into describing a domineering person.)

Yuzuki: the maids jumped when you stomp on the floor

Erica: Sebas got rounder too.

So: When did I ever slap my thighs??

Erica: That was Kamihori-san's idea.

[Rita's first Skapon Tanuki]

So noted Rita was barefoot in the first scene.

Yuzuki: Yanma said I did a nice Skapon Tanuki

So: Did he write it down? It's your own part, you need to pause it and read it properly.

Yuzuki: I thought we don't have to pause for this. He just said "Rita's first Skapon Tanuki. Nice Skapon Tanuki."

[Yanma's Rita scream]

Yuzuki: (paused anyway) OK, this pause is just right. He overdid it. I don't roll my eyes or tremble. XD

[GiraJera]

They all said GiraJera is super similar, esp. the voices.

The "Tyrant King! King of In-betweens!" exchange is not in the script according to Taisei.

So mentioned Jera-in-Gira checks out his right arm and Taisei laughed embarrassingly, looking over to Yuzuki and said he practised Jeramie's hand movements.

Yuzuki: Wait wait wait. This happened that morning at the entrance of the studio. When I was coming back to the studio, Taisei was coming the other way. He keeps doing Jeramie's hand. *mimics Taisei mimics Jeramie's tosa hand*.

Taisei: I was practising this scene. "'This means...' Ah it's Yuzuyan."

[OP]

They noticed the OP narration changed from 5 to 6 countries and "man who would become king" became "rebel warriors".

[Rita sitting down]

So: Rita's new pose sitting down is a big surprise too. It's quite different from what we've seen so far.

Yuzuki: I was waiting for the cameras to get ready. Because the sword is so heavy, I put it down and leaned on it to wait. They told me it's alright to sit down for a bit, and that ended up in the OP.

Masashi: That pose is cool.

So: It fits Rita's character.

[Jeramie's throne]

Masashi: What do you guys think of the throne? Is it cool? 

Team: Cool! Congrats! *claps*

But I have another complaint.

Yuzuki: You only have complaints? >v<

So: It's alright, let's hear it.

Masashi: My throne is just a green box* and a green screen, and then I have to pretend sitting on it all majestically. You all have an actual throne.

So: Aoto is not here right now, but he even has a PC desk! XD

(*箱馬 Hakouma = standardized wooden boxes for blocking in theatre, english term: apple box)

Aoto memo #3: "After the opening during sponsor intros, the stacking shugods are cute, I like it."

Masashi: *leans in closer* God Kamakirki's claws are cute like this. *mimics kamakiri claws*

Erica: It always does that, behind the throne too. *mimics kamakiri claws*

Taisei: Aoto is detail-oriented to see that.

Erica: The shugods look like they get along.

[Dumbbell]

So: Kaguragi and Himeno are arguing about the dumbbell in this scene, but over here (Yanma & Rita) something's happening too. This scene is always fun to watch and rewatch every time.

Yuzuki: Gira and Jeramie's reaction is fun to watch too. *confused about how to call Jera-in-Gira, Masashi corrects her* Gira-in-Jera is always *mimics Gira's wide-eyed confusion* and behind him is like *mimics Jeramie's open arms*

Taisei: We filmed more footage than usually needed for this scene.

So: The director let us act freely in this scene so it came out fun.

Taisei: Yes, everyone got to show their personality.

Erica: Right. We were like playing around.

Masashi: We were enjoying ourselves too much, weren't we?

Erica: It was very chaotic at first, during table read.

So: Right, Kamihori-san told us to act freely. He instructed us one-by-one what mannerisms to pay attention to as another character.

Erica: The dumbbell wasn't in the script at first. 

Masashi: Was Kaguragi ever a bodybuilder?

So: No, but he's a power-type character and we want to show that. We thought of slicing the throne in half, but that's impossible of course. Takada Masashi-san (Spider Kumonos SA) suggested the dumbbell.

Erica: Tera-san (Teramoto Shugo, Hachi Ohger SA) said it should fly away.

16:51 Masashi/Yuzuki ???

So: Does Rita do the Moffun chirps themself?

Yuzuki: Rita does, but here was Aoto's improvisation on set. 

(mofu note: Yuzuki keeps using 勝手に to describe Aoto. a little bit accusing that he's doing all these by himself (light-hearted of course), as she later revealed that Aoto didn't discuss with her at all how to portray Rita. It fits with Aoto's style that he prefers the on-set chemistry and doesn't discuss much with the N'kosopa team as well.)

So: Why does Himeno have a second dumbbell when the first one is swept away?!

17:27 Yuzuki & So: *mimics Ootono-sama arm in sync*

[🤔Kaguragi vs. Himeno]

Erica: I don't quite understand (the nuance of) Kaku-san's chin-touching gesture so I asked the director. He said that was touching his beard. But Himeno sometimes touches the tip of her chin when thinking too, so I need to open my thumb and forefinger wider (to grab my whole chin).

Yuzuki: *laughing under her breath*

Erica: What?

Masashi: Don't just laugh sneakily.

Yuzuki: No! XD Taisei is saying in a small voice, "it feels nice to rub the stubs" XD Only I heard him. He keeps muttering something like "じょりじょり" right next to my ear! XD

Taisei: I just resonated with the scene.

So: Right, when the beard grows back a little.

[Erica's ad-lib: "Muscles to protect the people!"]

Masashi: The legendary line is here.

So: Mari is awesome for reacting to my ad-lib so quickly. She asked me if there are more exercises than just the bicep curl, and I said the side raise. She asked, "Then what muscles does this train?" "I'm not sure..."

Then filming started... no, that was during the test, she answered "Muscles to protect the people!"

Erica: The truth is I forgot the names of the arm muscles.

Taisei: I was next to Kamihori-san. He said, "Genius."

Erica: Well, this is the fruit of everyone's hard work.

Yuzuki: this shot when everyone switched to serious mode when the enemy shows up is cool.

Erica too focused in playing Kaguragi her elbow was scratched by the shugoddom chair's handle.

Aoto memo #4: "Rita's line "Been waiting for you" is super cool I want to say it. Jealousy Brasieri."

Yuzuki: *faces camera* Um. Aoto. Can you not do a silly pun in a letter? I am the one who has to read it out.

Taisei: Somehow I can see and hear that in Aoto's voice and his expression.

That line is added on set by Kamihori. Yanma had beef with Goma because he attacked N'kosopa in ep27.

cap: no naming sense.

Erica: I love this line, it's very Himeno-like.

So praised Masashi's hensin is very Gira-like.

cap: kaku henshin

They love Kaku-san's As-Himeno henshin they go back and watch it again.

So: Actually I wanted to click the Kamikiri switch, but only the Hachi works so my face is "whatever 😠"

Yzy: Your gesture is like a praying mantis leg too.

Mss: I want this as a Line stamp.

22:24 🏵🕸🦋 mimics "もう!"

[Moffun pat]

So: What's up with patting Moffun and the pon pon sound?

Yuzuki: Usually I'll do the pon pon sound too, but this is all Aoto's idea here. "I can't always just hold Moffun in my hand." So he asked the prop master to pin it onto him. There isn't a pocket on his jacket. "Will it stay if I pat it?" He didn't do the Moffun pat in the test though, just the actual take.

cap: mari henshin

Erica: This is me trying my best to bring about that physique after the director told me to observe Kaku-san. My inner thighs ended up hurting a lot because of the squats. But that was good exercise for blood circulation so any swelling is gone now.

[J!Gira's shiso kourai]

Taisei added an "Ahh~ ああ~っ❤" in post-recording, Masahi said if it was him, it would've been "Uhn~"

Taisei: But you can barely hear it in the final product thought. It got covered up by the sound effects. *holds imaginary crown above head* /kachaan! Ahh~

Kaku: (when Spider Kumonos hugs Gira from behind) Your voices here are too similar!

Aoto memo #5: これYanmaであり平川結月 いいね (This is Hirakawa Yuzuki with Yanma mixed in. Good.)

Aoto memo #6

そうね仕方ないね ��つは

だめだ我慢できない言わしてくれ

可愛い... ♡

Right... There's no other way... He is....

No, I can't keep it in anymore, let me say it:

Kawaii... ♡

So: He was holding it in the whole time?? Was he? Thank you, Aoto. *finger heart*

[The boys' love gossips]

Masashi: I'm feeling kinda jealous... I was the first one to call Kaku-san kawaii! AOTO!!!

Taisei, Yuzuki, Erica: It has started...

Masashi: It's too much of an inside joke. >D<

So: The love triangle?

Taisei: a real tug of war... (ガチガチ)

Masashi: Aoto and I both like So-chan.

So: And that Taisei and Masashi are dating?

Taisei & Masashi: *nods* Yes.

Masashi: We're clear now?

So: It seems so. Either way, we can always cut out this part.

[ohsama walk]

So: look at Rita's radiant smile!

Masashi: Yeah, it's Yanma.

Yuzuki: Right, because he's plotting something. Look, look, he's up to no good.

Masashi: The set was filled with laughter here. This scene is too interesting.

Erica: (Kaku-san is) skipping too.

So: Does Himeno skip when walking?

Masashi: No, right?

Erica: demo sebas ha two step de skip suru kara...  [??? no idea what she's talking about]

So: So it's not impossible?

Erica: Maybe once rarely. She is also a good dancer.

So: Maybe if she is too happy.

[H!Kagu in Toufu]

Erica: Kamakiri is kawaii with Scorpi.

Erica loves Kaku-san copying Himeno's habitual hand gestures.

a section mute for spoilers (week filming ep38)

The fan is actually (already) broken in half for this scene

[Y!Rita releases Nkosopa prisoners]

Taisei: That's like Yanma.

So & Masashi: That's like Hirakawa Yuzuki.

Yuzuki: Yeah, the high-five is not in the script.

Yuzuki: Here it comes. He overdid the scream.

[Jera-Gira square scene]

Yuzuki pointed out it's a nice distinction that Gira-in-Jera turns back first hearing his name is called. Taisei replied that it's Kamihori's instruction. They loved the scene of the two's back.

(J!Gira says thank you when the woman clarified she is worried for instead of about the bugnarok)

Masashi: a good expression. a good expression.

[Staff: How do Taisei & Masshi achieve such good acting?]

Masashi: "What would Gira do?" "What would Jeramie do?"...

Taisei: We discussed it in length until the actual filming day.

Masashi: And we did the voice tuning together too!

Taisei: I asked him to repeat his lines for me...

Masashi: And he would mimic it from there on.

Taisei: Maybe we actually switched.

(Staff: Even the angles of head tilt are similar)

Taise: Yes. We incorporated each other's unique features.

(mofu note: they are literally finishing each other's sentences)

Masashi: Because we're close! 

Taisei: That's the reason?

So: Because you two are dating?

Masashi: Yes, because we're dating!

Taisei: *picks up Masashi's hand* Right. It's out of frame, but we're actually holding hands.

*cast wheeze* *Masashi tried to hit Taisei on the head but he blocked it*

Masashi: That's right. Because we're dating!

Taisei: Apologies. *bows*

Masashi: Because we became good friends with each other, we can give that performance without talking. It's like we actually switched. That's the story.

So: Next time when you're asked what you like about your fellow cast, you can just mimic it.

Taisei & Masashi: Yes.

Masashi: Even the little details.

Taisei: Even the tiny details? Every nook and cranny?

Masashi: That's enough for now!

Yuzuki: okay, okay, let's move on ^o^"

[Honeybee 2]

Masashi, So like that Himeno had to get hands-on and improved Toufu's medical care.

The wasabi used is a high-class one, worth 2,000yen each. Three were prepared. Yoshimitsu-san (Sebas) told them at the end of the day not to waste it and it was distributed among the crew.

Taisei squeezed his eyes to figure out if the river background is composite. It's LED wall.

Good wasabi only grows in good water so the crop is suitable for Ishabana where water is an important design element.

(Putting down the wasabi root on Sebastian's tray) Erica: It's important to inject that power into my movements.

So: I like the "sore ha nani yori" line after here.

[Yanma & Rita's prisoner hamster wheel]

Yuzuki: No really, everyone is having such a touching scene, what ARE we doing?! Gira and Jeramie moved forward peace between humans and bugnaroks. Himeno and Kaguragi understood each other better and with a touching piano bgm too. What ARE we doing? It's meaningless to just send prisoners back and forth. Why did our relationship become worse?

Erica: For the two of you, arguing is proof that you are friends with each other. 

Yuzuki: These two synced on the wrong channel. "What ARE we doing?!" Yanma said so too.

Aoto memo #6: "What are we doing?!"

They all laughed at Yanma's exasperated sigh picking up the phone.

[Baka Ninja]

They like the "idiot ninja" line and Yuzuki said it's actually corrected in dubbing. The original line is something like "It's back". Since Rita has their mouth covered, it's easy to correct their lines in post.

(mofu note: I remember Yuzuki said something similar but I forgot the source. Sometimes her lines are cut for the same reason too, just because the director thinks it's cooler if Rita doesn't speak there.)

[Final fight]

Erica's second Kaguragi henshin is her second take. She kinda overdid it the first time, it looked a bit silly.

They can't distinguish who yelled "お待だせ" for Gira and Jeramie.

Masashi: (when they switch back) Gira's laughter here is cute. "A ha ha".

Finisher: cool

[BAAN vs. Bang!]

Masashi: That BAAN is not me at all! I'm certain! This is Tai-pi's Baang.

So: How do you usually say it then?

Masashi: Just Bang! (shorter, less blunt)

Taisei: No, I said it in an earlier take!

Masashi: You did. The one you couldn't quite get right.

Taisei: When I'm doing the "Bang!", it doesn't quite sound like Jeramie. But in the end, I went with the version that gives it his all for the "Bang"

(mofu note: i rmb seeing the same comment on jp twitter. they say Gira's is バーン (katakana) and Jeramie's is Bang! (english))

[Assassination]

Masashi: The madness in Morfo's expression is incredible.

Masashi: Mari, how many times did you get hit?

Erica: At first I was supposed to get hit four times, but to sync with the others' timing, it got cut down to two times.

Aoto memo #7: "23:04 The kings have fallen?! What will happen next?!"

They filmed this scene multiple times so everyone falls at the same time.

Yuzuki: Shiokara's bat is too fast and I only have one eye, it's hard to give reaction to that.

[AFTERTALK]

Erica is surprised to find out everyone agrees on what they find interesting.

Masashi mentioned they had doubts and worries when they first received the script, but they enjoyed it a lot. The director told them that it's going to be a hard episode to film, especially for Erica, all mysteriously before handing them the script, so she felt a bit of pressure there. During table read, Kamihori was the most tense. They mixed up who speak which lines that led to lots of laughs. That in turn gave them a bit of confidence, because they were worried the comedic bits were not gonna hit.They also learn to understand a character different from their own better.

Aoto didn't discuss with Yuzuki at all how to portray Rita at all. So explained that Aoto said Yuzuki would ban his ideas if he talked to her. Yuzuki said she won't but the boys disagree. Because Aoto did what he wanted with Rita, the possibilities of Rita's character has expanded upon his interpretation as well. Same goes for other characters.

[jenna12381]

Thieves In Time Redux: Rewriting Episode 4

Listen to Toad Town - Yellow Streamer Removal while reading this.

Episode 3: Here

Episode 5: Here

It's finally time to cover how Episode 4 went down in my rewrite.

Firstly, I had to give it a new title: Of Frogs And Mechs. This is mainly because Penelope can't be the Black Knight now that she's been traveling with our other heroes. That, and she no longer has the heart to do it now that she's a changed woman. I gave the position to a certain frog in Sly's past...

This is going to be really long, so grab your popcorn.

Last episode had Penelope undergoing a change of heart. She's no longer interested in betraying her friends.

Cue her surprise when our heroes wind up in Medieval England.

Oh no. Not now. Not this soon.

Turns out Penelope was supposed to be stationed here. But she never showed up, which forced someone else to take over in her place as the Black Knight.

Now for Penelope's biggest question: If she isn't piloting the Black Knight, who is?

The boys still don't know anything about her attempted betrayal, by the way. As far as they know, Penelope has been on their side this whole time. So you might want to forgive her for not wanting to confess what she did right away...

The threat of a new Black Knight leads Penelope to a few new goals. First, to become someone the boys can be undeniably proud of. Second, to give Bentley a proper love confession. Third, to strike down her own creations without being found out.

In short, this is the perfect test for our heroine. Spoiler alert: She's going to achieve all three of her goals and pass with flying colors.

Her first major act is helping Sly steal back Sir Galleth's cane during Cane Swipe.

And before you ask, the first two missions (Shopping Spree and Juggling Act) are identical to canon.

At the beginning of Cane Swipe, Penelope notices a different insignia on the Black Knight than what was originally there... Some kind of... mechanical top hat?

Fortunately, she knows better than to tell the others. If she were to do that, things might not end well...

"I'm... just glad it's not me who has to stalk a giant hunk of metal several times my size..."

Spoiler alert: She will have to stalk said hunk of metal in a future mission...

She then proceeds to do her part in the mission, providing aerial support for Sly.

Eye In The Sky... I'm thinking about altering it a bit so Penelope will have something to do.

Next up is Mechanical Menace.

As you might have already seen, Sly and Carmelita are not doing well at all. They're actually worse off than in canon. During Mechanical Menace, Sly has a bit of a spat with her. Soon after that, he's approached by Penelope...

"I'm such an idiot! Why can't I just--"

"*from off-screen* Have you tried apologizing?"

Sly is given some advice: To pretend she's Carmelita for a moment and practice his apology. That's when he remembers something important...

You see, Sly kind of ditched all his friends on Kaine Island to be with Carmelita without saying a word to anyone. This is something he's never apologized to any of them for.

"All right, then. I'm sorry."

"Great start! Now, what are you sorry for?"

Sly starts to play along, but... a feeling of guilt gets to him. He changes course.

"...Remember Kaine Island, and how I ditched everyone, including you? Yeah, that."

"...Wait, what?"

You read that correctly. And no, she didn't see that apology coming.

Sly isn't really sure how to explain to Penelope why he ditched everyone. After all, she wasn't on the main roster at the time. She didn't grow up in that orphanage. She doesn't have the same connection with him as Bentley and Murray.

Our heroine is ultimately happier with Sly after that surprise apology, and more confident she made the right decision in continuing to side with him.

Sly might not be ready to apologize to Carmelita yet, but maybe that other apology he just gave did him some good...

Shortly after that apology scene, Short Supply happens.

In contrast to our favorite raccoon/fox couple, Bentley and Penelope are doing much better.

During Short Supply, Penelope volunteers herself to go off with Murray to shut down a tavern's operations.

You'd think Bentley would freak out, but he doesn't.

He still hasn't forgotten about her previous efforts throughout the story. He lets her go.

"One more thing..."

"Let me guess. Stay safe? Stay close to Murray?"

"Uh... No. Show those wolf-bots what you're made of!"

"*pleasantly surprised* Who are you, and what have you done with Bentley?"

Simple. He grew up. Learned to believe in the love of his life.

It's not like he didn't trust her. Quite the opposite, in fact. He was just worried because of her level of inexperience compared to the boys.

Aren't you guys proud of Bentley? I am.

Murray and Sis then proceed to shut down the tavern and ruin everyone's day.

...Which brings us to that mission.

You all remember Shell Shocked Heart, right? And you're wondering who this Black Knight is, aren't you? Well, so is Penelope. If it isn't her, then who is it...?

The next mission ends up being assigned to her. In the full rewrite, she suddenly rushes out before Sly can leave, right when everyone hears that the Black Knight is on the move.

And yes, Bentley is worried about her doing this. But he doesn't ask her to abort, even though it's possible she might get hurt. She's just asked to be careful. After all, the Black Knight is no joke. He's said to be ruthless.

Good thing Bentley moved on from being overprotective, or else things would have gone a bit differently...

Penelope naturally can't tell Bentley the real reason she took this mission. He and everyone else are still in the dark. All she can say is that something is bothering her about the Black Knight, and she needs to get to the bottom of it and see the answer for herself.

When our new Black Knight reaches the smithy as he did in canon, Penelope hits a wall. She can't get in through the roof hatch. It's locked.

That's when Bentley shows up with a key he snagged from a nearby guard, right as she begins to request backup.

And rather than turn her around, Bentley doesn't even flinch when Penelope proceeds to join him inside.

Bentley's section proceeds mostly as it did in canon, only with Penelope not piloting the Black Knight...

A lot of our new Black Knight's dialogue is strangely similar to canon... to the point where Bentley has started blaming himself for this mess... Luckily, Penelope is there to correct him.

"Bentley, listen to me. None of this is your fault. Whoever this Black Knight is... *pauses, knowing full well she caused this adventure to happen* They did this. And you know what? We're going to stop them."

Shortly after this is the moment of truth. The armor opens up, revealing...

...Another Penelope? Bentley is so surprised how lifelike she looks he briefly forgets that the real one is right next to him.

This "Penelope" rants to herself for a bit... before scolding some of her men for not being able to kidnap our Penelope. She's even constructed a false motive for "betraying" our other heroes: Money, power, and taking Bentley all for herself.

Then... a familiar frog comes in. Turns out this "Penelope" is a robot created by none other than Sir Raleigh.

Obviously, he's out for revenge against our heroes, namely Sly for taking him down years earlier.

Raleigh is fully aware that Penelope did design Le Paradox's blimp, but makes no mention of it throughout this episode...

After that comes Hard Target. It goes mostly as it did in canon. However, after Sly finishes up, he gets a shocking announcement: Raleigh's men invaded the hideout and kidnapped Penelope!

I know this episode is already really long, so let's make it a bit longer with a new mission right after Hard Target... Princess Out Of Distress.

It's assigned to Bentley, but the focus shifts to Penelope very soon afterwards.

Bentley has grown enough to stop overcorrecting himself. He's going off to save his girlfriend, while simultaneously believing she can escape on her own, or at least make significant progress. He's not the type to just leave her hanging, so off he goes...

We then cut to Penelope, now locked up in a tower. She's in a bedroom, not tied up or anything. But the door is locked. And her weapons have been taken.

She's no pushover, though. She quickly decides to free herself rather than wait for her knight in a shining wheelchair. Though if Bentley does show up at any point, she won't complain.

Of course, she doesn't want Bentley showing up when she's made no progress towards escaping, so she proceeds to ram herself into the locked door, very much like Murray might. She breaks it open, and continues onward.

After sneaking around a bit (like Sly), she finds the wolf-bot that took her weapons. She jumps him, takes her stuff back, and defeats the guard. Imagine if Bentley heard that story…

She eventually hacks into a security system (like Bentley), then makes it through the final stretch of hostile guards.

Penelope eventually makes it outside... and is stopped by her impostor. This impostor (now called Robo-Penelope) knows Bentley is coming, and plans to trick the poor turtle into choosing her over the real one.

"It's simple, really. I'll just have your precious Bentley take me back instead of you! I'll have him destroy you without a shred of mercy... With your anger getting the better of you, he'll think you're gunning for both of us! And then when he least expects it... I'll crush him like the defenseless walnut he is!"

Our Penelope isn't having any of that, so she duels her impostor... until Bentley shows up.

Now's the part where Bentley needs to spot his real girlfriend. He... pulls it off, forcing the fake to drop her act.

Bentley and Penelope then team up to defeat the robot in a rather epic boss fight.

After Robo-Penelope goes down, our favorite couple gets a sudden urge to... do a double love confession. They even end up kissing.

That's one of Penelope's three goals down. But the scene does end up being heartwarming, if you forget that she's still lying to everyone.

Our heroine also picks up a little something from her impostor's remains, something she says will come in handy during the operation...

She and Bentley go into hiding in preparation for this episode's final mission...

Now's the part which is more than likely to become a fan favorite... OP: Frog Trap.

You all remember what happened in vanilla... No need to reopen those old wounds. What a hot mess that was.

The mission begins very much as it did in canon, only with Raleigh as the Black Knight instead of Penelope.

Sly does the boss fight as usual... then gets pinned down.

Meanwhile, Bentley and Penelope are watching the entire thing.

Their plan? Well, this one entirely comes from Penelope. She's hoping to impersonate her now destroyed impostor long enough to lower Raleigh's guard so she can take him down.

This is one of her contingency plans. And yes, Bentley does approve of this one.

That's right. Penelope (ours, mind you) gets to play the villain... but only for a hot minute as part of her act, even going as far as referring to Sly by his last name.

"Don't you worry, dearest creator... *winks at Sly* ...I'll be sure to do you proud."

It pains her heavily, but she prepares for her next move...

"So sorry about this, Cooper.... but I'm afraid it's time you met your end..."

Does Sly see through her act? Even I don't know...

"Say good night... *long hesitation*"

For a moment, she thinks about finishing that sentence with "Cooper" and actually destroying Sly.

I'm not making her do that, for that would mean throwing out all her character development. Though she will put herself through one last private guilt trip.

Bentley is watching this entire scene, by the way. She knows he'd be furious if she went against her word not to harm Sly.

Besides... if she did go against her word, she'd never become someone the boys could be undeniably proud of.

So...

"...frog."

...she turns on Raleigh. Rather than crush Sly and undo all her development, Penelope drops her villainous act, going from a villainous Slasher Smile to a heroic Grin Of Audacity.

"I almost forgot to mention... I'm on Team Sly. Always have been... Always will be!"

She makes that declaration to all who can hear her... though it's mostly directed to herself. She even puts on a silver Cooper Gang badge midway through her little reveal, and keeps it for the rest of the story.

Instead of a giant mech fight (as we already got one with Robo-Penelope), we get our heroes all fighting Raleigh together.

But yes, we would still get Bentley's giant mech participating.

Lots of payoffs throughout the entire second phase, with each of the boys showing us a few things...

Murray is still the best big brother ever.

Sly is thankful to have been saved by such a good friend.

"Permission to launch?"

"Have at him... *launches her in mid-air* And make me proud."

Bentley is doing his best to be a supportive boyfriend, rather than overprotective, again following up on Episode 2's events.

And all of this, coupled with how their friendships with Penelope helped her become a better person, is simply beautiful.

As for Carmelita... She's there. Look, I know she's a fan favorite, but I'm not the best at writing for her.

With that, Raleigh goes down. Penelope makes it through the entire episode without getting found out. And even better, the boys absolutely love her for pretty much carrying them through that boss fight.

This leads to quite the celebration, during which our four heroes take this adorable photo together.

In it, Murray picks up Sly, Bentley, and Sis from behind. Let's say Carmelita's able to let go of her anger long enough to take it for them.

This photo replaces the old relic from two years ago on the van's sun visor. There's also a copy of it taped to Penelope's Bincucom.

With this, that's all three of her goals down. Deliver a proper love confession to Bentley, become someone the boys can be undeniably proud of, and take down her own creations without being found out.

And to cap it all off, Murray decides to do something he's only done one other time in his entire life... He lets someone other than himself drive the van: Sis.

Murray admits this moment was a bit overdue, but well worth the wait.

Penelope, meanwhile, initially refuses, thinking she doesn't deserve such an honor. But everyone insists.

The episode ends with our favorite mouse getting to drive the van into a time portal, confident that she's earned her keep. The only thing left for her to do is find Le Paradox, defeat him, and take her secret to her grave...

That leads us to Episode 5, which we'll cover next time.

[linnetagain]

Hello! I never sent an ask before but I thought I might. For writing, do you have a chapter count your are planning on reaching or are you just writing till you feel like you've reached an end. I know some people have their whole fic planned out and stuff and some people write until they've decided they're done. I'm just curious about the process fanfiction writers go through while they are mid book.

I love The Seasons btw that last sentence was gut wrenching, thank you

Hello!! Thank you for your kind words!!

I generally start with a few notes, an idea of a theme and an arc, and see where it takes me. I did have a proper outline for Season but it was a whole nine chapters long, so. You can see how well that went!

I would love to talk about my writing process but I don't know if I have one? I just. Write. Or I don't. Currently these two idiots are occupying my brain and sometimes it feels like they're having conversations and scenes and I'm just trying to write it all down before I forget it

That said, I do like to write with an idea of where it's going. I actually have a fairly clear outline for the epilogue chapter and I have had The Scene TM written for months already, because there are some things that I need to know to be able to work towards it properly. There's a couple of scenes I have written or outlined that will be in later chapters, too, but I write the vast majority of it chronologically because I can't keep my head straight about their character development otherwise, and they've both been through a LOT in the last 250k words lol

I think the one thing I do that's weird is not read a lot of other fanfic while I'm writing. I actually don't read at all when I'm writing, I've read like two books in the last six months. I'm not sure why, exactly? It might be an ADHD thing? But it's actually really motivating because I know there's so much incredible fanfic out there and I can't wait to be done with Season and Good Men and And All Things End so I can dig my teeth into some!

[keeksandgigz]

how you get the girl- day 3 of keeks's lover house series

Day 3 of my Lover House series♡

♡Best Friend! Steve Harrington x Fem! Reader♡

modern setting, playful banter, this is tooth rotting and disgusting, a smidge of angst, all my readers are gonna be queer sorry pookies <3- i'm actually not totally sure about this one, but I hope you enjoy regardless <3

Read Day 1 here! Day 2 here!

"broke your heart and put it back together/ i would wait for ever and ever"

"Listen, it's not my fault you're going through a dry spell right now" you bolt through the door of your apartment, the boy following you with an armful of grocery bags.

"It's not a dry spell. It's not a sex thing. I just can't get anyone to like me anymore, let alone guys" you huff, setting down the groceries. It's been a continuous thing, you coming to him to complain about how slim the dating scene has been looking for you.

"Well, if you weren't an asshole maybe girls would like you more" he grins at you, at that, you proceed to punch him in the arm.

"I promise you, I'm not being an asshole. I did everything you told me" you whine, plopping yourself on the couch with a bag of spicy chips.

You'd been begging Steve to give you pointers on how to strike some luck in the dating scene. Except the pointers were all wrong.

When you asked Steve to help you to at least be able to get a date, he rose to the occasion. Or at least you thought he did.

With the amount of experience that he has, you didn't think twice about asking him. However, Steve had other plans.

He didn't seem to like the idea of you going out with other guys. Or girls. Or literally anyone who wasn't him. One small detail got in the way of him asking you out. You've been his best friend since you started college.

You were in the same orientation group freshman year and he saw you sitting all by yourself at one of the food hall tables. He was the only out of state student in your group- a match made in heaven.

Too much of a pussy to ask you out, there you are. Your senior year in college sharing an apartment off campus that his dad is very kindly paying for.

And while Steve blossomed and bloomed in the popular crowd, branching out and joining fraternities- you seemed to be okay with just being Steve's best friend.

It did give you automatic invites to countless frat parties you never went to, just because they weren't your scene, unless it was a gala, then he'd always ask you to be his plus one.

A concept you never understood, with all the girls you'd find sitting on your couch in the morning as they quietly nursed a cup of coffee- looking like Steve had cured them of every ailment- he still asked you to go with him to those things.

Tired (and maybe a little jealous) of the banging of his headboard against your shared wall, you'd started heading to the library to study. The cute guy always studying calc began to catch your eye. And with every time you'd headed to the library, he got closer and closer. Until he asked you if you wanted to grab a coffee in the morning.

In a panicked frenzy you kicked the pretty blonde in Steve's bed out and told him to get decent. It was an emergency. In no time you were plopped on the couch, phone in hand taking notes of whatever Steve was saying.

"You can't be nice to him on the first date. You have to, y'know, bully him a little bit. Show him a little banter" he runs a hand through his hair, and for a second you falter. Did you actually wanna go on that date with cute calc guy?

"I know guys like him. If you're nice to him they're gonna start thinking you're gonna give it to him, like, immediately" he scoffs. Steve knew he was pulling out these tips out of his ass, but cute calc guy needed to go.

So you follow Steve's pointers to a T. Cute calc guy never asked you for a second date.

So there you are.

"I promise you, I'm not being an asshole. I did everything you told me" you whine, plopping yourself on the couch with a bag of spicy chips.

"I mean, I was being an asshole, but it was, y'know, banter" you stuff your mouth with chips, and Steve feels like the asshole now. He shouldn't have played with you like that. Especially knowing how much it weighed on you.

So he sits down next to you, he places hand on your knee. He feels like shit.

"I shouldn't have given you those pointers" he mumbles, unable to hold eye contact. He did that when he majorly fucked up.

"And why's that?" you ask him, a concerned look in your eyes, unable to read his face.

"Because I pulled them out of my ass" he sighs, hand brushing the bridge of his nose "I didn't want you to hang out with that guy"

Your heart falls.

"Why the fuck would you not want me going out with him? Are you my fucking dad?" oh you were furious.

He couldn't hold it in anymore.

"Because I'm an asshole who can't admit I've liked you since our freshman year" he blurts out.

All he hears is silence, before you stand up and go to your room, slamming the door.

You spend the next days not being able to fathom why Steve wouldn't tell you. On the other side, however, you seemed to be relieved that Steve at least reciprocated your feelings.

You just couldn't look at him yet. And judging from how much of a pussy Steve had been hiding his feelings for you for four years, there's a long waiting game ahead of you.

It takes Steve a week to come grovel at your door begging for forgiveness. A fancy bouquet of flowers in one hand, a box of your favorite chocolates in the other. He's drenched from head to toe.

You eye him up and down, still a bit skeptical.

"I- uhhh walked in the rain to get you these. I just wanted to say that I'm sorry" he hands you the flowers and the chocolates. You take them with a bit of hesitation.

"I forgive you if you take me on a date" you lean on the doorframe of your room. Steve's eyes bug out of his head. Have you had a thing for him this whole time?

"I've liked you since about the same time you started liking me, Steve. Cute calc guy was just to make you, I dunno, jealous. Or maybe so that I could feel better about myself" you shrug, but Steve doesn't respond. Instead he cups your cheek and kisses you.

A delicate kiss, with a sigh of relief on the side. He couldn't believe that after all this time you idiots liked each other the whole time.

He detaches from you, noses still touching "You're gonna need some help eating those chocolates" he whispers. You laugh against his lips.

Later, when you're on your third or fourth Harry Potter movie, he turns and sees you've fallen asleep. Steve just smiles to himself.

At least he got the girl in the end.

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[sclki-op]

Hello!! How are you doing? I hope your day is well when you read this message.

I'm reaching out to say, THANK YOU!! For being my main (and only) source of Smozo 🫶

Originally, I wanted to share some HCS abt smozo with you cuz I saw your post about it, but then I couldn't think up anything for them 😭 it's quite a pain when I love this rare pair, but I just can't think of anything that they would do!

So, I've come to ask, if you would share some HCS abt them?

Truly, I'm in a deep hole that I dug myself in... Being a smozo fan is wonderful yet painful 😖 though, that's to be expected of most rare pairs, but for Smozo it's like a dry desert with one lake nearby. (Your lovely works of them)

I've never thought of them before, so I just grew curious and had a look through your ao3 acc (I'm a huge stalker/j) and ended up reading every fic and comic you've made and went through all your art works there... This is actually my first time interacting with you excluding a comment I've made on one of your fics a year ago I think? You've made a new perspective of them for me and now I'm a huge Smozo fan 🫶

I was actually surprised when you said you weren't a writer, (no offense, I promise 😞) your fics are really well structured and I love rereading them!

I usually don't interact much, so this is like a rant about how much I appreciate your work. I hope you know that I'll always be a fan of your gorgeous art work and lovely fics! 💗

Hii! I’m doing good, thanks 💛

Aah I’m glad that you like my art and fics! Thank you so much for following me on this little journey :D

Guess I'll just add a bunch of random facts because it's hard to think of something I haven't already shared under other asks or in my art/fics haha

– Smoker and Zoro like to spar for the fun of it. Since Zoro gains a big advantage after he learns how to use haki, they fight the traditional way to make it even – fists and weapons and nothing else

– The worst of angst is kept on Smoker’s behalf. Zoro gets himself almost killed too often… (staring intently at sabaody. and then at wano. just imagine Smoker already having a piece of Zoro's vivre card by then. what's with that scene with grim reaper? a possible clinical death?? I'm going insane as I'm writing snippets for that. poor man...(I haven't gotten to those chapters yet but I was eager for spoilers from that specific scene))

– I like to think that Smoker tends to be very attentive to the other’s mood and body language, never missing an opportunity to take care of things. The thoughtfulness. And I do think that under all that gruffness hides a man of a soft heart that becomes eager to give affection the moment he learns that it belongs in the thing the two of them have

– While Smoker's pretty reserved and held back and needs time to fully unwind to start initiating things, Zoro's much more open and straightforward in his attention towards him. Never wastes time beating around the bush

– Robin was the first person to find out about their thing and will be the only one until so much later. I actually intended to draw another page for my 'first kiss' comic with Zoro realising he was being watched but I never got to finish that

Sanji almost pieces the puzzle together shortly after the events of Punk Hazard and confronts Zoro about it. Who explains everything himself

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Oh I can absolutely understand because that's how it felt during the first year of my searching and waiting for any smozo content at all... Back then I barely posted online (and it was a BIG no for me to share ship art) so I only scribbled something small down occasionally and stored it in a folder. I wrongly assumed that no one would be interested in seeing these two haha. Now I have a reason to share my view of them, draw and write all the little scenarios I came up with and also get to discuss all of it with others :D

Thank you so much for your high praise, it means a lot to know that someone enjoys things I make!!