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backseat chronicles - n.jm | ridin’ club

━ welcome to the ridin’ club smut series

genre ➠ slow burn, smut, fluff, lil angst wordcount ➠ 8.5k details ➠ fem!reader, streetracer!jaemin, badboy!jaemin, college!au ━ where Jaemin brings you to his club races as his arm candy. warnings ➠ explicit language, overstimulation, flirty banter, pet names, softdom!jaemin, car sex, praise kink, hittin it raw (y/n on the pill), oral, daddy kink, slight corruption kink, fingering synopsis ➠ There is no reasonable explanation as to why or how you always end up in the backseat of Na Jaemin’s beloved car. Almost routinely, he picks you up around ten in the evening with the stereo blasting the raunchiest lyrics for your entire suburban neighborhood to hear. The entire night remains purely friendly, a dabble of flirtatious comments because well, it’s Jaemin for fuck sakes. But all it takes is one suggestive gaze from his dark, lustful eyes and a drop in his voice that rumbles your core to have you climbing over the seats to get to the back. taglist ➠ @rabbit-doyochi ; @darkneogotmyback ; @im-lame-irl ; @p-mini ; @niniluvsmarkhyuck ; @saniahmichael ; @jaehy9ngs ; @danyxthirstae01 ; @jaehyunoos ; @pikijaemin ; @suhweo ; @yunoyeol ; @lanadreamie ; @ta3ilmoon ;

a/n ➠ hi yall its author doie❀!! thank you for over 1k notes on this series, im beyond impressed by the amount of attention this got! it really blew up and its so crazy!! i wrote this one with more of a romantic plotline i realized its too hard to keep it pwp with all the story building and characterization i have :)) it’s almost over yall! pls pls leave me feedback im sorry it took so long to write ):

While college lecture rooms are too big to interact with other students, discussion classes are there to ease the difficulty. A classroom for about twenty students from a three hundred person lecture. It’s administered by a clueless TA, who barely began his second term in graduate school.

Unlike lecture, attendance is mandatory for participation points. You show up every time without a fail, so it came as a shock to you when a certain blue haired student finally appeared from the list of absent students.

Na Jaemin. The notorious playboy with looks that kill and partakes in some illegal racing club. It’s as if every person in the room fawns over his aura, Jaemin drips with an inexplicable alluring confidence. You didn’t know anything about him besides the fact that he never shows up for class and rumors about how he’s slept with the entire cheer squad.

But he’s drawn to you like a magnet: always sitting in the available spot next to you, asking about your day before the TA arrives, developing an odd staring problem. You don’t feed much into his attention, minding your own business when he starts with his notably flirtatious greeting.

“You just take my breath away, (Y/N).” Jaemin cocks back in his seat with legs stretched wide in an overly comfortable manner. The smug smirk on his face cannot be ignored, he’s doing the absolute most to get you to pay the smallest attention to him.

“I didn’t do anything in particular to do that, Jaemin.” You respond bitterly, pulling out your notes for today’s discussion class. The TA enjoys wasting the first twenty minutes going over the past lecture slides and running through the most obvious topics.

You pay no mind to Jaemin peering over at you with the single handedly most dreamy eyes and smile --- stars shining in his dark orbs and a dazzling twinkle in his wide toothy grin.

“That’s why you’re so amazing. You do nothing and it still leaves me breathless.” His sneaky eyes examine your clothing choice for the long day. On this warm afternoon, the short tank top does nothing to hide much of your skin and the denim shorts that ride up a little too well drive Jaemin insane. And when you cross your legs together, he swallows the spit that pools in the back of his throat.

Your ears catch onto the murmurs of the rest of the class, the midterm is next week. The wretched midterm that is half of your grade dooms you, it is going to take an endless amount of completely undistracted dedicated hours of study--- “On a more serious note, can you help me with this class?”

His voice shatters your inner panic, if anything, adds to the stress that already beats down on your shoulders. You look up to glare at him, but you’re entirely taken aback by the new styling of his hair and the exposure of his tattoos.

The sweet blue cotton candied strands are ruffled lazily above his brows, messy from him constantly running his hand through them. Jaemin sits relaxed in gray sweatpants that are extremely baggy on his slender figure, hands are shoved casually into the pockets.

But what has you staring for longer is the long sleeve of tattoos that wrap around his left arm. Not that you’re surprised that Jaemin has tattoos, let alone a whole sleeve, but this is your first time seeing it as this is the first time he’s come to class without his leather jacket on. Something about the intricate lines and shadowing make Jaemin seem much cooler, almost more attractive.

When you meet his eyes, his lips curl slowly into a sly side smile and he’s practically eating you up under his gaze. He definitely knew that you were staring and what comes next out of his mouth will haunt you for it. “Like what you see, beautiful?”

“I don’t have the time to help you.” The best way out of this situation is to simply ignore it. Jaemin is overly adored and admired by many, he’ll find someone else to help him.

“Jaemin, do you want to study together?” There you go, folks. The random girl snickers with her small huddle of friends in the upper corner of the room, like a crowd of crows, they’re all waiting around for Jaemin to accept her offer so he can be easily integrated into their little group.

However, you watch how his glances bounce between you and her. The most sickly sweet, kind smile is almost too fake to consider it to be genuine. His final choice surprises you, “thank you for offering, but I only want (Y/N)...”

Your breath hitches and gets caught in your throat as you hope for him to finish his sentence, the drumming of your heart distracting you even more. Jaemin wants you? While the thought is flattering, it puzzles you greatly.

“... to help me with my studies.” Jaemin finishes his sentence after a rather long pause, his eyes finally resting upon your figure shying away and finding any way to seem uninterested in the conversation. “Is that going to be okay, (Y/N)?”

“What do I get out of it?” You can’t believe that you are actually considering it. But this is a man that only wants you to help him. Jaemin is an impossible, yet charming man and whatever comfortable attire he is wearing today is really aiding in his request.

He lights up, ears perked up and eyes attentive. His hands fold together on the empty desk, leaning forward towards you. “Dates with me.”

Rolling your eyes, you groan slightly at the arrogant answer. “I don’t care about that. I want something that benefits me.”

“I’ll make sure you’re well fed.” There is a tiny plea in his tone, a remarkable shift from his cool aura. “What do you want? I’ll give it to you.”

“I guess I can’t turn down free food…” there is a hang in your sentence as you contemplate what chaos you’re about to dive into and what life changes are about to be explored with Jaemin.

“Before you agree,” Jaemin chuckles, “there’s one more thing I’d like you to do for me.”

You’re quick to shoot a daggering glare at the overly enthusiastic boy, “why do I suddenly owe you favors?”

“Because I say so.” He deadpans, a chill running down your spine at the deep dip in his octave. The playfulness that was present all this time suddenly vanished, a serious look that intimidates you, but sexy enough to where it erupts something in your core. He blinks at you with dark clouded eyes and you nervously anticipate what he is going to ask next of you.

“Accompany me to my races.” He speaks lowly as if he’s afraid of someone else eavesdropping in the conversation.

Here’s your issue with that request: you’ve never really been part of that scene. You’ve lived pretty mundanely, even in college. It’s simple, you like to stay within the boundaries of what you enjoy to do and what you have to do. But you’re always open minded and willing to try something to determine whether or not you’re fond of it.

Partying and drinking copious amounts of alcohol weren’t your favorite things to do, especially to the point of forgetting your nights. You wanted to remember your nights as much as you do your days. The youth isn’t here for long, why waste them by blacking out in the middle of a large party? Also, whoever said that alcohol goes down smooth is a blatant liar.

Illegal racing could possibly be an extension of people who participate in those things, which is fine, but does place a crippling fear of coming off too boring or unrelatable inside your nervous system. But just because you don’t do those things doesn’t mean that you’re not as cool, right?

Since when was your status based nonsensically on how often you spend your nights in socializing crowds full of sweaty bodies and how much cheap booze you can drink? It had to be all in your head --- you’re just dreading any awkward socializing with people who race cars when it’s absolutely illegal.

“Why me?” It’s a genuine answer, possibly stemming from your insecurities of not being on the same level of charm as Jaemin exudes. You’re not a fool, you’re well aware of the many different people he comes across on campus so, why you?

Jaemin doesn’t hesitate to answer, “why not you? You’re just my type. Hot and smart. Cute and a little shy. The greatest duality, if you ask me.” His words seem so genuine that it has you believing these things about yourself as well.

Nonetheless, you’re taken aback by his observations and his choice of descriptions. “We’ve barely ever talked. How can you say these things so confidently about me?”

Jaemin slightly pulls your chair closer to his own and you yelp in response to the sudden movement and lack of space that separates the two of you. He leans into you, breath hot on your skin and obvious eyes darting between your shocked ones and pretty lips.

“So let’s get to know each other. I can already tell that it’ll just make me fall for you even more.” His finger lightly traces your jaw, stopping at your chin to give it a small lift to meet his focus. Jaemin loves how you squirm underneath his intensity, you’re too cute to let go. “Plus, my boys will love you. I’m sure of it.”

The TA rushes in quickly and is utterly distressed from the traffic that had pushed back his schedule. “Sorry, I’m late everyone.” He rummages through his things to find his notes, but groans to see that the monitor of the computer is off. It’s going to take him another ten minutes to input all his credentials.

But your attention doesn’t stray from Jaemin, especially with his delicate touch at the bottom of your chin. His gentle smile enacts nothing but a soft love, and a peak of interest. Na Jaemin, the one and only. He’s like an adventure waiting to be explored, an open bottle of fun for you to take a sip.

“What would I have to do?” Your voice comes out shaky.

“Just be there as your pretty self.” Jaemin comes off as the type to always have women around him, “you’ll be my lucky charm. For some reason, I always feel better around you.”

The escalation of this conversation is possibly more action you’ve had to handle in the last two years. Jaemin drops your chin and falls back into his own seat with his arms crossed. He is about to turn your life upside down and whether that be a good or bad thing, you don’t mind. You’re excited for the new thrills that come with being by Na Jaemin’s side.

Jaemin’s hot hands lift your shirt quickly, throwing it towards the front seat of his car. His lips return to your soft neck, nibbling at your skin tenderly and with love bites that will remind you of his gentle touches. The streetlamps outside flicker impatiently as you feel the eagerness soaking your panties and he lifts you up to take them off.

“My sweet girl,” his voice is light and airy that it becomes almost lost in the heat of the car. “You’re excited tonight. Did you miss me?” The devilish smirk can be felt upon your collarbones.

“Yes, I haven’t seen you for almost five days.” A peculiar whine settles in your pout and Jaemin’s low growl sends shivers down your spine. The only barrier are his own tight jeans and your hands are fast at unbuckling his belt. Jaemin relaxes back, forearms resting on your soft thighs and watching the neediness in your expression and the speed of your hands. He smiles to himself seeing you this way, wanting him so badly that you can’t wait to get him out of his jeans.

Throughout the two months that you and Jaemin finally became well acquainted, he’s fallen inexplicably into your trance. His friends made it very clear to you that he doesn’t keep the same girl around for more than a few weeks. But he’s brought you to almost every race so far and despite the initial shock of your appearance after the third time, you didn’t let the passing comments phase you.

Why he hasn’t replaced you is unknown and truthfully, there is no reasonable explanation how you always wind up in the backseat of his car by the end of the night. It’s become part of your routine. Jaemin picks you up around ten in the evening with raunchy lyrics blasting out of his personalized car for your entire suburban neighborhood to hear. More often than not, Jaemin has food ready for you to devour and a cozy blanket for your exposed legs.

You’ve learned a bit more about him through your backseat chronicles. Jaemin is possibly one of the only people in your life with a heart bigger than his own body, while also being as carefree as he can. Oddly enough, he cares about you as his friend and as his companion. Not to mention the ridiculous, yet endearing nickname, “Lucky Charm”, that he has coined upon you.

Jaemin has been the best adventure you’ve had in ages. While he takes you on intoxicating thrill rides on the leather of his back seats, every street race has been more than unforgettable. He shares one of the same values as you --- wanting to remember the present. You both know that you’ll remember each other enough for it to transcend into your next lives.

You have him to thank for your youthful experiences, to learn and dive into this new found world of mischief under his care. Jaemin treats you extraordinarily well, he’d never hurt a soul. He showers you in appraisal and carefulness, he’s attentive to your behavior and remembers your favorite things. And he reminds you almost every time you see him that he’s so grateful to have you in his life.

“Have you been touching yourself?” Jaemin’s bold question catches you off guard as it causes your hands to shyly hover over his unzipped jeans. When you glance up at him with soft innocent eyes, as if you’re guilty of a crime and wish to beg for forgiveness, his facial expression is serious and intimidating.

“Continue, baby. You can be honest with me. Daddy isn’t going to punish you if you did.” His tone is sweet and light, but his eyes are dark and piercing. His lips are drawn tightly into a thin line, no curve in sight.

His finger grazes down your cheek gently as he admires your slightly parted lips and the way your eyelashes dance every time you blink. However, his other hand urges you to continue your previous action of getting him out of his restrictive jeans.

You nod, while rubbing his erection through his gray briefs that hug him so tightly. There’s a sharp intake of breath when you pull the waistband of his underwear down and his cock stands against his lower abdomen. “Do you think of me when you do?” His voice gets caught in his throat when you take him in your warm hand.

“Always.” You kiss his jawline and fix your position above his dick. Your slick pussy presses down against his shaft, coating it in your juices and rubbing his tip to your clit for a delicious sensation. Jaemin groans, his gaze dipping between your lower bodies and back to your face.

“My sweet (Y/N) thinks about her daddy fucking her senseless while she touches herself.” Jaemin chuckles darkly, grinding his hips harder against you. There is a shift in the atmosphere as he grips your hips and slowly enters your dripping hole. “That’s cute, baby.”

You hold onto his shoulders as his raw dick fills you to the brim, stretching you out like past nights. Gasps leave your body when he starts pulling all the way out to only have you sink back down. “Daddy, please just fuck me.”

Jaemin picks up his speed, knowing that you have a quiz due at midnight that you scolded him for forgetting earlier. The grip on his shoulders tighten as this man navigates your body all too well. He knows you like the back of his hand, fucking the spot that causes your body to lose control.

One of his favorite sights in the world is the view of your lips parted open with loud whimpers falling effortlessly. Your eyes roll back into your skull as his hips roll deeper into your walls, the tip hitting your sweet spot repeatedly.

“You’re always the best girl for me, aren’t you?” His hand wraps around your neck when you throw your head back, choking you lightly and your walls grip around his shaft. “I know you’re close. Cum on my dick, baby. Be a good girl.”

Jaemin’s tattoos shine under the moonlight when you peer down at him. His hooded eyes are intoxicated by the pure image of your fucked out body and he’s truly in love. “My good girl, come on baby.” He continues to encourage, his other hand giving you a smack on your ass when he drills mercilessly into you.

The familiar bubbling occupy your lower half and the feeling of release unravels all so suddenly. You fall forward, Jaemin lets go of your neck to hold your limp body close to him, your head on his shoulder as your orgasm overtakes you. He grinds his hips into you to prolong your shaking climax, cooing sweet nothings in your ear as his other hand takes a whole handful of ass to squeeze.

He bottoms out, filling you up to the rim to cum deep inside of you. Jaemin moans loudly, his cum spilling all over your walls. You two sit like that until he grows soft, pampering your temples with gentle kisses. Jaemin remembers to take care of you, no matter what.

While you’re in his arms, he reaches for sanitary wipes in the side compartments. He lifts your hips slowly to pull out and you sigh at the emptiness. Gently, he swipes at the dripping cum from your pussy and makes sure that you’re all cleaned up before getting dressed.

“So, you want to tell me why you’ve been MIA for the past five days?” Rolling your eyes, you pull up your panties and fix the last decency of your hair.

“Car meets that are too far for me to take you.” His thumb rubs your chin lovingly and Jaemin’s eyes are so bright and mesmerizing, you find that it’s hard to look him in the eye at times.

“Not because you’ve been hooking up with other girls?” There is a tinge of sarcasm that laces your rhetorical question and though you don’t expect him to give you an actual answer, you take note of his reaction. Jaemin raises an eyebrow, clearing his throat and looking out the window away from you.

“And if I was?” Truthfully, that question hurt you more than your’s hurt him. His hand rests underneath his chin as he patiently waits for your answer. He admires the clear night sky and the rundown abandoned liquor store that stands all by itself.

“What do you want me to say?” Question after question, a stiff tension replaces the sex of the car.

“I’ll take you back now.” Jaemin crawls back to the driver’s seat, completely ignoring your confused figure. He has always been quite like this: going aloof whenever he wants to dodge something. However, it’s been happening more frequently the past times you two have been seeing each other.

The truth is simple, yet entirely complex at the same time. You and Jaemin aren’t dating, despite always going out together and him posessively introducing you to other men. You and Jaemin aren’t dating.

Nevertheless, it doesn’t stop you from growing feelings for him and you can tell that this happens too often for the attractive boy. He can’t have a fuckbuddy that won’t fall head over heels for him. But who could really blame you? Even if all this time Jaemin was pretending that he cared about you, he still pampers you like a princess; he still tells you he does.

But when it comes to discussion about advancing into something more, he hides and grows silent. This has you wondering, maybe this entire thing to him is all sex? And he can’t love you back the way you do.

No one knows his heart, not even himself. He’s never wanted to complicate his life, it’s always been about two things: racing and having fun. There is no easy way to explain it all, the thoughts that flood his mind and heart, so he chooses every way to ignore it. Overall, he’s genuinely lost. You are one source of stability in his life that he isn’t willing to let go, ever. But just because he won’t let you go, doesn’t mean that you won’t take the chance to leave when you’re fed up with him.

This has him wondering, how far can he push before he pushes you too far?

“No, it’s fine. I’ll just walk.” Tonight is unsettling, it usually doesn’t end like this. Jaemin locks the car doors and turns around to reach for your hand. “Jaemin, open the door.”

“I want you to say that you hate when I sleep with other people.” Jaemin confesses all too wildly as his hand lightly squeezes around your wrist. “And I want you to mean it.” He’s only speaking words of truth that haven’t had the time to process in his own thoughts.

“I hate when you sleep with other people.” And you do mean it. You mean it more than anything you’ve ever said to this man. Jaemin just sighs, bringing your wrist to his lips for a lasting kiss.

“Can I drive you home?” Jaemin asks softly, eyes dipping down to the leather seats and avoiding all need for eye contact.

“Yes, Jaemin.” He pulls you back into the passenger seat and drapes the soft blanket over your exposed legs. “Hopefully, I still have time to take my quiz.”

“Can I come inside?” Jaemin coolly turns his marble wheel to reverse out of the parking space, a hand resting on the shoulder of your seat as he does a double take behind him for any pedestrians, even if you two are far out in the middle of nowhere and there isn’t anyone around; Jaemin knows you have the hots for him when he does that specific move.

“What do you mean? You’ve already cum inside.”

It’s the sound of disappointment as his tongue tsks at you and he flicks lightly at your forehead. He steps on the acceleration, revving the annoying engine that roars throughout the peaceful night. The multicolored lights illuminate around his stereo and at your feet, creating the Rainbow Road right out of Mario Kart.

Jaemin isn’t like the others who pay close attention to the details of his car. His motto goes, “if I like it, I’m going to have it.” Whether or not anything matches goes beyond his worries.

In some ways, his car is a mirror of his own personality --- wild and free, colorful and welcoming. And his skills as a driver? Safe, no matter how far the speedometer goes, Jaemin always makes you feel safe.

“I mean come inside your room for aftercare. You know how much I hate leaving you without a proper cuddle.” He pouts and almost immediately his cute baby tone comes out with his beg. Almost subconsciously, Jaemin lays his right palm open facing up to invite yours in. Almost routinely, you lace your hands to complete his hold. Getting Jaemin to smile has never been easier as his hold grows tighter.

“You can’t stay over tonight though. My housemates are doing some Single Girls Only house event tomorrow and it starts immediately when we wake up.” You laugh as the ridiculous words fill the air.

“And you’re participating in that?” Jaemin mindlessly asks and you’re unable to differentiate his implications from the question. Is he asking because the idea is horrendously nothing you’d like to do or he’s implying that you’re not single?

“Why wouldn’t I?” Sounding rather harsher than intended, Jaemin finally realizes how poorly he had worded his previous question. Yet, a part of him feels disappointment whirling in his chest and a desire to feel wanted by you.

“Doesn’t seem like something you’d like: wallowing in your singleness.” He chuckles, remaining lighthearted and playful.

“I really don’t.” Jaemin brings your knuckles up to his lips for a lingering kiss, his eyes darting quickly on the road ahead now that you’ve entered the metropolitan areas and his speed drops significantly to avoid getting ticketed.

“I’ll come pick you up. Instead of being single tomorrow, you’ll be on a date.” When you turn to examine his facial expression, the serious tension in his jawline and focused eyes alarm you. Your stomach twists into knots and if he couldn't already tell, your palms grow sweaty at his offer.

“That’s such a slap in the face to them.” Pulling your hand away from his, you cross your arms and lean your head against the cold window. “I don’t think I can do that to them.”

“I have a race tomorrow.” He starts, his head tilting over at you with his round gorgeous begging eyes, “at least, come to that with me.”

“Okay, but only because I want to see Haechan.” As if it wasn’t moments ago, Jaemin was the one balls deep in you and now you’re spewing enthusiasm for another man. It’s all a joke, a way for you to conceal your undying attraction for Jaemin.

You still remember the first time you met the sunshine that is Haechan and the jealousy that seeped from Jaemin’s words when he noticed the exchange of flirtation. Haechan is someone you’d knowingly gravitate towards: a man with a loud personality that just knows how to conduct every personality in the room. And at that moment, Jaemin couldn’t tell if being more observant was a good or bad thing.

Jaemin never saw himself as outgoing as his other friends, staying more kept in his own circle, but he had the confidence to fake it. He’s bold, rather impulsive and slightly narcissistic, Jaemin knows how to use his strengths very well.

However, when he saw the soft smirk on Haechan’s face and your shy mannerisms, a small tinge in his chest ignited a died out flame. He didn’t realize it before, but that was the very start of his long tumble of feelings for you.

“Do you say those things to purposefully get me jealous?” Jaemin rests his hand on your thigh, giving it a harsh squeeze. His eyes never leave the road and his tone reverts back to his dominant tone.

“Well, are you jealous?” It’s like you two dance in circles, answer questions with a question does not stop.

And as bratty as your tone is, you don’t expect the quick “yes” that answers back and the smoldering look he gives you briefly before focusing back on the drive.

“Then good.” You huff, ready to hop out of the car after the odd, yet sensual tension. Jaemin pulls up to your house and double parks the car to lean in for a nightly goodbye kiss.

“You’re not coming in?” You try to read his facial expressions, but he hides his emotions too perfectly.

His lips curl into a smile before saying, “I think it’s better I cool off tonight.” And you mindlessly give him a peck, but he holds your face to deepen it. Through the kiss, you can feel the neediness by the way Jaemin shoves his tongue into your mouth. The taste of lust against your palette is difficult to ignore, but your academically responsible mind screams at you about your forgotten quiz.

Your hand lightly taps at his chest and he pulls away, his eyes drinking up your swollen lips. “I have a quiz, Jaemin.”

“I know, sorry. It’s just so easy to get lost in you.” Jaemin kisses your cheek once more before you exit. You smile back at him as his words have grown a strong effect on you lately. Bidding him goodbye, he wishes you sweet dreams as he patiently makes sure you’re fully inside your house.

“Is the music too loud?” Jaemin checks over at your hunched figure in the passenger seat. You’re diligently flipping through your thick textbook, a yellow highlighter in one hand and the other comfortably holding Jaemin’s.

The worst part of college is the never ending midterms that are given at any time. Studying in his car isn’t a rare sight, if anything it is more expected than you not doing anything related to your academics. But Jaemin genuinely doesn’t mind, even being mindful about his own actions to ensure an optimal studying space for you.

He really is an ideal guy. Like his first promise, he keeps you well fed and never once asks you for any monetary pay back. Jaemin adjusts the car temperature before you even step into the vehicle, knowing that you prefer wearing less clothes rather than more. Though he isn’t academically responsible, he still makes the effort to try and understand enough information to pass his classes.

The sole flaw would be the lack of open communication. It’s genuinely difficult for you to read his emotions or intentions. Jaemin always has a dazed look in his eyes whenever he looks at you, and it’s an internal fight about whether or not you’re being delusional.

“Music is fine, honey.” The mindless use of a pet name slips from your lips, but your concentration on neoliberalism and globalization doesn’t allow for you to notice.

Nevertheless, Jaemin catches on immediately to the usage. While he showers you in ridiculous nicknames, you’re not one to do so. “Honey?”

“Yes?” You answer back carelessly, not entirely actively listening to him as you highlight an important concept in your book.

“No, you called me honey.”

Looking up from your page, you blink at him with wide eyes and mouth slightly agape. “I did?”

Jaemin chuckles and finally pulls into the overly crowded parking lot, a whole mass of fanboys cheering at the arrival of his flashy vehicle. Everyone just loves Jaemin.

This familiar scene plays like a reel --- several high beams cast light under the dark sky due to the lack of functioning street lamps, dizzy multicolored cars that blaze the tracks, and the all too distinct smell of musky cologne in the chilly air. Oh, and the wide eye admirable stares when you get out of the car.

“Hi, you’re stunning.” A bold new recruit blinks at you in complete awe and awkwardly clears his throat once he realizes his rash comment.

Jaemin raises an eyebrow at him, then at how you plan on handling the situation. You’re flattered, nonetheless, but know that Jaemin didn’t bring you here to flirt with other men. “Thank you. I hope you enjoy your membership in the Ridin’ Club.”

The gracefulness in your delicate voice has the youthful recruit swooning and subtly giddy as he runs off to join a group of others that have been eying you across the parking lot. Jaemin casually drapes his leather jacket over your exposed shoulders, knowing the temperature change is going to result in you most likely catching a cold and because you never bring a jacket despite his plea.

“The power you hold.” Jaemin winks at you before pulling you into a larger crowd to socialize with more impressionable recruits.

“Ah, so you’re (Y/N)!” The stranger is unrecognizable, but you giggle to acknowledge his confident statement. “We haven’t met before, but Jaemin was talking about you the other night at our motorcycle meet.”

Your eyes light up, as if you’ve unlocked a new fun fact of Na Jaemin. “You drive a motorcycle too?” You’re truly shocked at the talent of this man.

Jaemin snakes his arm around your lower waist to draw you closer to his side. “Yeah, but I can’t fuck you in a motorcycle, can I?”

Before the other men can comment on the obvious sexual tension that Jaemin created, he leans in to whisper into your ear. “Actually, I can, but we’ll save our decency from unwanted exposure.” His hot breath grazes against the shell of your ear and you just know where you two are going to end up tonight.

“Bro, you guys probably fuck in the backseat of his car.” One of them chimes recklessly, punching at each others’ chest playfully as if he made a decent joke.

“Why don’t you stay to find out?” Jaemin retorts and the grip on your hip becomes tighter. You’re too flustered to add much into this odd form of competitive banter, distracted by none other than the way Jaemin keeps glancing over at you with a delicious gleam in his eyes.

“So what? You don’t care about us now?” You’d know that bratty tone from anywhere as Lee Haechan pushes past everyone else to rush over to the both of you.

“Aw, are your feelings hurt?” Jaemin sticks his tongue out at his friend before cordially sharing a handshake with him.

“Just slightly.” Haechan looks over at you with a wide grin and playful eyes, “hello, my pretty girl.”

“Drop the possessives, Haechan.” Jaemin rolls his eyes with an irritable twitch on his lips.

He hates how obviously jealous he gets. It’s something too difficult for himself to control, he’s exhausted his efforts to bite his tongue whenever it comes to other people’s flirtations. The thought of someone else calling you theirs doesn’t sit well with him.

“I understand your jealousy, Jaem. If someone was flirting with (Y/N), I wouldn’t be able to stand it either.” Haechan fixes the falling jacket on your shoulders. “But she can handle herself, I know those pretty lips have a mind of their own.” His gaze drops momentarily, yet obvious enough for you to grow shy at how strong Haechan is coming off tonight.

“Stop trying to corrupt her, that’s my job.” Jaemin playfully pushes at Haechan’s chest and they both break out laughing.

“I haven’t said one thing and you’re both talking about me as if I’m not here.” Your small pout is literally the cutest thing to Jaemin. He physically has to stop himself from planting the sweetest kiss on it.

It’s blatantly clear that you’re hot stuff. You’re the perfect example of a head turner, your captivating aura has its ability to suffocate those around you. However, Jaemin has seen all sides of you, but overall finding you so entirely cute. And oddly enough, Jaemin has a knack for cute things.

“Is that (Y/N) I hear?” Huang Renjun engulfs you in a hug, showing clear affection and doesn’t mind doing so. “How did your project go?”

“It went well. You accomplish a lot when you don’t procrastinate.” Renjun gleams at your statement and if Jaemin is delusional enough, he’d probably mistaken the twinkle in his eyes for infatuation instead of admiration.

“You’re so responsible, why are you messing with Jaemin?” Renjun sighs and though his question is more of a joke, there is some truth behind his words.

Your friendship with his friends differ immensely compared to other girls who have come around. Like Jaemin had said before, his boys were going to like you and they do, a lot. Sometimes making it obvious that you’re too good for him.

Jeno comes up from the side, an unidentifiable bruise on his neck and a new cut on his brow. Lee Jeno being such a rough character, his appearance speaks well about how his day has been.

But when he lays his eyes on you, it’s as if all his pain is replaced with joy and security. “(Y/N)! I haven’t seen you in so long!” The enthusiastic boy rushes over to greet you with a warm smile.

“I’m pretty sure I was here a week ago.” You laugh, but welcome him in your arms for a tender friendly hug and pat his head out of habit.

“It’s been a week?! That’s so long.” Jeno narrows his eyes at Jaemin and flicks his forehead.

“Ow!” Jaemin exclaims while rubbing the pain away. “You act like she doesn’t go to the same school as us and therefore, can see her any time you want to.” The tone in Jaemin’s voice raises some eyebrows as they all exchange glances to each other before bursting into laughter.

“Like your jealous ass would allow for that?” Haechan remarks and Jaemin doesn’t outwardly react. However, Jaemin’s hand is squeezing you so tight that you’re more than certain he’s bothered by the comment.

“Oh, stop it. You all know I’m Team Jaemin. He does have the most wins this past month.” You only know that through Jaemin’s proud boasting, anything else in the racing world is unknown to you.

Jaemin situates you in between his legs as he slightly sits on the hood of his car. His arms wrap around your middle and chin rests on your shoulder. Public display of affection isn’t a problem for him, and you learned much earlier that Jaemin can’t keep his hands off of you.

Renjun scoffs at your whimsical fact, in absolute disbelief. “It hurts more hearing you say it. I’m getting my car upgraded, but once it’s done, I’m going to blaze his ass on the tracks.”

“Are you racing today?” Jeno asks the blue haired fellow that clings onto you like a koala.

“Yeah, against a newbie. Apparently he’s really good, so I’m not too sure I’ll win.” Jaemin mumbles into your hair.

“You say that every time, yet you win!” Renjun crosses his arms, weight shifting to his left leg as he pops his hip out. There is always a sense of competition between anyone with Renjun.

Jaemin perks up behind you and when you turn around in his arms, you’re face to face with a beaming smile. “That’s because I have you.” Eyes lock with yours, he isn’t saying that directed to Renjun. Na Jaemin has you wrapped around his pinky, the butterflies fluttering in your stomach are too hard to ignore.

“Alright, lovebirds. Get in your car and let’s start this shit.” Haechan groans and claps his hands to draw the crowd’s attention. Cupping them around his mouth, he roars into the starry night, “let’s roll!”

During the race, Jaemin’s number one priority is to keep you safe. While you’ve sat in his car for a number of times now, it’s different once the loud bang goes off and he’s hitting 100 mph. Tonight’s track is much more dangerous, with twists and turns that can have the vehicle flying weightlessly if he’s not careful.

“You trust me, right?” Jaemin has both hands on the wheel and the engine rumbling as you both anticipate the start of the race.

Spectators watch on the sidelines as if it’s the ultimate battle, but Jaemin doesn’t pay them much mind. He’s more concerned about you instead. “Of course. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be sitting here right now. You’ve proven yourself that you’re an excellent driver, so let’s win this.”

Jaemin smirks at your encouraging words, feeling a warmth spread across his chest. “I’ll tap out any time you want me to, okay?”

You nod and the initial whip of the car is so intense that you didn’t even register the sound off. It’s not your first race, but it’s been awhile since the last one. When you adjust to the pressure, the lanes in front of you cause a slight queasiness in your stomach.

It’s a two lane windy road that wraps around the mountain side and Jaemin happens to be in the outer lane. All it takes is a second of lost control and you two will hit the metal railings that guard the cliff below. Despite your inner panic, Jaemin guides you through the pooling anxiety that leaves you restless.

“(Y/N), look up and out the window. We’re coming up on the cliff side view, I’ve always wanted to bring you here.” Your eyes land on the dazzling glitter that dances on the ripples of the lake. It’s so vast, the moon high up in the sky is reflected on the water below. It’s a romantic scene of melancholy and bliss. Suddenly, you feel at peace in the middle of this high speed race.

“It’s beautiful, Jaem.” You whisper calmly and he’d reach for your hand to hold, but races take too much wheel control. And he’d turn to look at you, but races take too much concentration on the road ahead.

But throughout every obstacle, he hears the gentleness and the solidarity in your cadence in the midst of all the high stress. He, too, feels peace. He feels calm knowing that you’re simply by his side, even in the face of danger. So, he can finally admit to himself… he genuinely developed feelings for you.

Before you know it, you’re thrusted side to side from the sharp turns and the adrenaline kicks in when the other racer catches up right next to Jaemin. “Fuck,” Jaemin curses underneath his breath and steps harshly on the acceleration. “Baby, I’m going to go a bit faster so hold onto something.” He warns and your hand finds the grab handle. It’s neck and neck at this point.

Usually, you squeeze your eyes shut to avoid becoming too overwhelmed by the sights in front of you. Tonight is different, not entirely knowing why, you’re observing every element that circles around the perimeter.

The finish line is up ahead, but there is no sign that the other racer is slowing down. Then, you see it: the fatal mistake that can cost you both of your lives if you didn’t catch it. “Jaemin, watch out!” You yelp when the other car inches dangerously close, your warning allows Jaemin to make a controlled swerve away from a possible hit.

Jaemin shakes his head and tsks at the recklessness. “Now I know why he’s good. It’s foul play.” He blows his bang out of his eyes and casually says, “thank you for warning me. This is why I need you by my side.”

He makes it to the finish line barely before the other, winning the race by half a second. Jaemin brakes smoothly, tire marks scrapping the concrete below, and you both exit the car to celebrate with everyone else.

But before the mass of eager shouting men make their way over to you two, Jaemin hurries to your side to pull you into a steamy, rewarding kiss. The scene is just like the movies; his hand on your lower back and yours on his chest lightly. His lips taste like triumph, like he had won more than just a simple race against a random stranger. He’s won the best person he could ever have.

You two fled the scene after cussing out the other racer. It was a rare sight to see: Jaemin being all bothered and angry, practically fuming after scrambling back into the driver’s seat. However, your mind had mischievous plans of its own and all it took was one look from his hooded eyes for you to announce that you wanted him --- badly.

Back in your usual abandoned parking lot, Jaemin pauses before following you to the back seats. With the engine off and the dead of the night being absolute silent, the tension remains thick around you two. “(Y/N),” Jaemin is about to confess something he never thought he’d admit. He turns to you sitting in the middle seat with just your panties on and a curious look on your face.

His heart burns and despite being so incredibly aroused, he controls his urges enough to be able to say, “I’m into you.”

“I know you’re into me, that’s how we ended up like this in the first place.” You giggle cluelessly to his words, still not understanding the odd shift in mood and intentions. It’s always his unclear, messy intentions.

Though he can’t entirely figure out his puzzle pieces, he has plenty to connect the dots. “I like you. I want to be in a relationship with you and call you my girlfriend.”

You’re stunned. Did Jaemin just confess to you as you sit in your panties ready to fuck? This softness is different from the sides you’ve seen of him. It’s similar to a lost bunny, wandering grasslands to find a purpose. He looks so fragile, one intense stare and he’d crumble. This softness is vulnerability.

“So do it.” The boldness catches him off guard, but switches on the dominance in him. “If you want me, come show it.”

He climbs over the middle console to push you into the leather seats. “Not acting shy anymore, are you?” Practically ripping your shirt off of you, he cups your breast lightly and flicks at your nipples. Your immediate reaction results in a rush of wetness down your core.

“Before I forget,” sitting up, you share a passionate kiss that you’ve held back long enough. You give it every ounce of feeling you have for him. “If it isn’t obvious enough, I like you too.”

“It’s obvious, baby.” Kissing your nose, he wraps a hand around your throat to lightly push you back down. “But hearing you say it out loud makes me happy.” Jaemin smirks, hand still choking you gently and pampering your jawline with soft kisses.

His free hand reaches down into your dripping panties, circling your clit with your wetness. The sensation causes you to whimper for more. “Daddy, give it to me.” You wiggle in his palm, knowing that the nickname is more than effective.

“My sweet (Y/N) wants to get fucked?” Jaemin rolls your underwear off and rids himself of his own bottoms.

“Yes, please.” Through the darkness, his hard dick stands proudly. Jaemin lines himself up as he thrusts into you without another second of hesitation. He waits for you to adjust to his size, his tip barely grazing your sweet spot. “Fuck…”

“You take me so well, my pretty baby.” Jaemin starts moving his hips, slowly at first to build a rhythm. Taking your legs, he presses them into your chest to fuck you at a deeper angle. And you feel him practically in your guts, his cock pumping against your walls deliciously and bumping into your g-spot. “Do you want more of me?”

Your train of thought is in utter shambles and whatever Jaemin is saying to you barely processes. You’re overwhelmed by a pleasure that fills every system, every part of your body. To answer him, you let out an incoherent noise of approval.

Jaemin pulls your hips down while thrusting forward into you, maximizing every inch of his strokes. This single action causes you to scream and grip onto the headrest. “Who knew my sweet girl could be so fucking dirty?” Jaemin chuckles darkly, his cadence dropping several decibels. “When I first met you, I wanted to ruin you.”

All of his filthy words edge you closer to your release as he continues to repeat his previous motion. He holds your hips in place to grind into you, the feeling of his tip rubbing your walls has your eyes rolling back. “Do you want to cum, (Y/N)?”

“Yes!” You yell, the tight ball in your lower abdomen is bound to break any minute. “I want to cum so badly, please.” You beg and moan, the arch in your back lifts you from the seat of the car. Jaemin snaps his hips into you, drilling you quickly to reach your high. And you break. An euphoric cry fills the air as your walls clench around his length. You hear the extra wetness create a slick noise, but Jaemin isn’t done with you yet.

“You wanted to cum so fucking badly. I’ll reward you with one more for being such a good girl for me.” His thumb flicks at your clit and you convulse into spasms from the sensitivity. Your violently shaking legs can’t hold themselves up anymore and Jaemin rests them on his shoulders. He lines kisses along your ankle as the pleasure overtakes you.

“I don’t think I can do it.” You whine, your fingers twisting and toes curling.

“You are going to try, okay baby?” He coos, but it’s most definitely a demand. He sits back on his knees to pick up more speed, fucking endlessly into your swollen pussy and thumb rubbing fast strips against your bud.

“I’m going to snap, Jaem.” You cry, tears rimming your eyes and before you know it, a second wave hits you. Your second orgasm is ruinous and has you squirming around to regain some sense of control.

“Oh fuck, you’re so beautiful.” Jaemin slows down as your walls grip around him again, tighter this time. “I’m going to fill you up with cum,--- watch it drip out of you.” He grunts while releasing into you, his dick twitching and spraying your insides with white.

He pulls out as hot, white cum spills from your pussy. You take this moment to catch your breath and relax your legs. However, Jaemin coats his two fingers and shoves the cum back into you. “Jaemin!” You exclaim at the sudden intrusion.

He curls them into your plushy walls and finger fucks you into another oblivion. “Wait, again?” Your hands wrap around his wrist, but Jaemin moves too fast for you to catch it.

You’re a moaning mess again, louder than before. Jaemin leans down and flicks his tongue against your overstimulated bundle of nerves. Your back arches automatically and a low animalistic scream rises from your throat.

He observes your body lines underneath the moonlight and the last remaining light the broken street lamps have to offer. Your face contours and you’re so far out into ecstasy that you don’t notice how intensely Jaemin watches you lose yourself.

“It feels too good!” With one last thrilling orgasm, you almost pass out and you see small stars of dizziness. He soaks up every last bit of your cathartic reaction and festers a small sense of pride that he can make you feel all this pleasure.

“Such a good girl. You’re beyond impressive, baby.” Jaemin pulls his fingers out to lick them clean and finds some wipes to help you out of your sticky situation.

“Now that you’re my girlfriend, can we cuddle at any time now? Not just as after care.” He peers up at you and the one word enacts a burning warmth to spread across your chest. That is the best nickname he can call you by.

“I think the Singles Girls Only house event is still going on, but after that, yes a million times.” You laugh and wrap your arms around him into a big loving hug.

Jaemin feels right at home. All the long years of living carelessly and wild, he’s finally found someone worth the extra mile. While Jaemin was a thriving adventure to be explored, you were his comfort to run back to.

It is through the intimacy of your backseat chronicles that Jaemin was able to fall deeper for you. You’re his lucky charm, for some reason, he always feels better around you.

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Leave it to the Wind

Summary: Between deadlines, an awful transport system, and aswangs lurking about in the shadows, you have much to worry about as a college student in Manila, and it's so much that your social life is practically dead. Your wind people roommates want to help you remedy that.

Words: 9343

Relationships: The Kambal/Reader (Crispin/Reader/Basilio)

Warnings: Adult content, alcohol, brief scene of sexual harassment

Author’s Notes: God, the fandom is so thirsty for the Kambal, and so am I. Finally, some Filipino himbo representation.

The premise is: Hannah and Amie decides to play matchmaker. Hilarity ensues. Smut ensues. Please be nice, I based the characterizations of the character on the Netflix series and Trese wiki pages since I couldn't get my hands on the original comics yet oof. Some words, like terms of endearment and curse words, will remain in Filipino. Translations are provided. Reader is AFAB and is referred to with female pronouns.

Reposting this from AO3 with all three chapters in one post. A Filipino (Taglish) translation is in the works!

You don’t know how they managed to convince you, to be honest.

You rarely ever go out at night anymore. So many strange incidents transpire in Manila’s narrow streets. Just recently, you’ve heard of a new story about a tikbalang who allegedly participated in illegal street races.

So when your roommates and friends Amie and Hannah invited you for a night out, you hesitated. You gave them every excuse you can think of; you needed to do laundry, you needed to study, you needed to finish a project, and so on.

You know that the two of them are wind people, but you can’t help but think. Which of the various stories you had been hearing are real? What else in this world you haven’t witnessed yet?

“Aw, you’re such a buzzkill! Pretty please? You don’t go out with us as often. Enjoy yourself a little,” Amie whines, lying on the sofa of your living room.

On the other hand, Hannah turns to you with a mischievous grin on her face. “C’mon, get dressed already,” she commanded. “There are some total hotties we’d like you to meet! One of them might catch your eye!”

“I told you, I don’t need a relationship. You two try this every week. How do you even know so many people?” you retort, laughing softly at yourself.

“Well, our night lives are active,” Hannah retorted. “Don’t forget our sex lives!” the other added. Hearing those words, you felt your face get flushed with heat.

You needed a good fuck.

“Damn it, fine! As long as you pay for me.”

They finally got you to say yes.

As the night went on, you went to several bars, and you swore that you had explored every crevice of the city. It doesn’t help that the guy Amie and Hannah were with, a tall, dark and handsome man with flowing locks of black hair, drove like a demon. You got around quickly in no time.

Around an hour after midnight, you’re all exhausted from a night of dancing and mingling. None of the people your friends introduced to you caught your attention. At that point, you just wanted a stiff drink to unwind.

Voicing it to your drinking buddies, they nod in agreement.

“I know just the place, in Malate,” the man you’re with said. “Quiet. Discreet. I can take you there, if you want.”

“You mean The Diabolical, right? Let’s go! Text Crispin and Basilio, they might be hangin’ there too,” Amie croons.

A chuckle escapes your lips upon hearing their names. “Huh? Were they named after the characters in Jose Rizal’s novel?”

“I think so? Whatever! But seriously though… Those two can totally make you scream their names louder than Sisa ever did! Best lay I ever had!”

The remark made you laugh so hard, you swore you can be heard in the next city. “What the fuck! Amie, gaga ka, Sisa was their mom! The context of that scene was rough.”

Hannah’s mischievous grin spreads on her face once more, and she gently elbows your side. “Well, if you’re lucky, in this context you’d be crying their names while your eyes roll to the back of your head.”

You’ll never admit it, but you had hoped all their teasing would come true.

It didn’t take long for the four of you to reach your destination. As you enter The Diabolical, a strange chill envelopes you. The air feels different inside; it’s almost as if you stepped in a different world. Perhaps it’s the alcohol, but when you looked around, you saw a duwende sitting by the bar. Or was it called a nuno? At the end of the bar, you saw them; two men both dressed in black suits. One has short hair, while the other one has longer, reaching past his shoulders. However, they’re facing away from you. Only the back of their head and part of their cheeks were visible where you stood.

You snapped out of it when the man you three are with spoke up. “I’m gonna call it a night. Have fun, you three.”

“For real? Wow Maliksi, this is the first time I ever saw you wanting to leave early. Aren’t you gonna stop by and say hi to Alex?” Hannah asks him.

“Maybe next time,” Maliksi answers back, a somber expression on his face. “Oh em gee, did you two fight? Wait, what are you two?” Amie asks.

“Whatever. It’s complicated. I don’t wanna talk about it.”

Your friends nodded and let Maliksi be. He waves at your group, and heads out the door. The engine of his car roars to life, and his car screeches away.

As the car moved farther away though, it seems that the screeching of the tires turned into hoofbeats.

Perhaps it’s just your imagination.

“Amie! Hannah! Have a drink! Hey, who’s that with you? Is that the person you’ve been wanting us to meet for ages now?”

Your head turns to where the voice was coming from; one of the men in the suits, the one with short hair in particular. You finally had a good look on their faces.

Twins?

“Crispin! Meet our friend! This is…”

As Amie and Hannah introduce you to the Twins, you can’t help but stare. You took the sight of their features in; they’re tall, with broad shoulders, and hard muscle underneath that black suit and white tie ensemble. They have wide noses with a high bridge, prominent bone structure, and a prominent widow’s peak.

Merciful Bathala, they’re gorgeous.

What caught your attention the most are their eyes. They're pitch black, save for the small reflection of light.

Are these people even human?

“Stare at them like that any longer and they might melt,” Amie teases. The two of your friends are giving you an ear-splitting grin due to your reaction to the Twins.

“I, uh-” you stuttered, and you could feel the heat rising in your cheeks.

“Hey, don’t be shy. You can sit between us, miss. We’re all friends here,” the twin with the longer hair says. If the other one is Crispin, then this must be Basilio.

Behind you, your friends are already giggling. They took their places next to the twins and leaned on their biceps. Across from you, the bartender comes to take your order.

“What’ll it be, kid?” he asks.

For some reason, you’re panicking. Maybe it’s because of the alcohol in your system. Or maybe it’s because you’re sandwiched between the twins. “Uh, what would you recommend, manong?”

Laughter erupted from the twins. “Hank, she called you manong!” Basilio teases while grinning like a fucking dog. “Geez, are you really that old?” Crispin eggs him on, giving him a shit-eating grin. Hank takes a wet rag he uses to wipe down the countertop and strikes the two down. “You goddamn assholes!”

You couldn’t stop yourself from laughing with them.

“Ow! Alright, we’re sorry, we’re sorry. Get them the best seller, Hank. We’ll pay for their tab,” Basilio says, and Hannah and Amie squeals with joy.

“Oh em gee, you boys are so sweet! Thank youuu!”

As Hank prepares you a drink, you try conversing with the twins. “You two seem fun to have as drinking buddies.”

Hank turns around to reach a bottle from the shelf. “Those two are mischievous little shits, that’s for sure. You know, when these two were kids...”

“Hey man, don’t embarrass us like that in front of our new friend,” Crispin whines.

While the three continues fucking around, you leaned back slightly to glimpse at Amie, who was trying to get your attention for a while now. She points to her phone, and you fetch yours from your bag.

You read your group chat with them. “Soooo, do you like, like them?” Hannah’s message said.

“You’re into them aren’t you? You got so shy around them, it’s so cute!” Amie’s message said.

“Right? It’s rare to see you so flustered!”

You typed away furiously at your phone, cautious to not let the twins beside you see the conversation.

“Well, they’re an improvement from the ones you introduced me to earlier. Easier on the eyes, too…”

Your friends giggled, and as their drinks arrived, they stood up. “Girl, we’re gonna leave you with them, there’s some super hot tikbalangs who just came in the bar. Byeeee!”

“Hey, wait!”

They didn’t heed your words and went to sit on the tikbalangs’ laps.

Fuck, tikbalangs are real? Is Maliksi a tikbalang too?

“And off they go, flirting with those beasts after they’ve used us for drinks,” Crispin laments, voice dripping with light-hearted sarcasm.

“It’s not like it’s the first time we got used by them though,” Basilio adds, cringing.

You can’t help but laugh. “Yeah, I’ve heard.”

Basilio’s head whips towards you, sweat gathering on his brow. “Seriously?! Shit, what did they say about us?”

“All good things, don’t you worry,” you answered.

“Nah, I need to hear what they said word for word,” the twin with long hair responds. “This is making me paranoid!”

Crispin moves closer to you, Basilio puts a friendly arm around your shoulder, and you can only smile. All of you are inebriated and if you were sober, and if someone else dared to get this close to you, you might’ve slapped them. But you feel good about the Twins, and your roommates never put you in harm’s way, so your trust for them extended to the brothers, somehow.

“Just tell us already,” Crispin slurs. “Tell us what they said about us. We’re curious.”

“Fine, fine. Okay, Amie and Hannah mentioned your names when Maliksi suggested that we head here to drink. Then, I mentioned that your names came from Rizal’s novels.”

“Then Amie said,” you continued, pausing briefly to come up with an impression of your roommate’s speech. “‘Seriously though… Those two can totally make you scream their names louder than Sisa ever did! Best lay I ever had!’ Fuck, it was so messed up!”

“That’s messed up, alright,” Basilio sputters, his face a deep shade of crimson. “I’m this hot and those are the only details they can spare?!”

“Ok, but that Sisa joke was kind of funny though. But it was still fucked up,” Crispin adds, and he takes a sip of his drink.

“Hold your horses, the story’s not done yet,” you say. You’re starting to feel more confident around the two.

Your conversation went places, until you found yourselves drinking until three in the morning, and at that point, it’s only just the four of you in the bar; Hank, the Twins, and you. Even Hannah and Amie are nowhere to be seen. Knowing them, they probably took the tikbalangs they were flirting with back to your apartment.

They didn’t even wait for you. Looks like they’re really setting you up tonight. Maybe they wanted the apartment to themselves tonight, and they got exactly what they wanted.

You had planned on getting up to go to the restroom, but when you tried standing up, you almost fell from the chair. The Twins caught you before you landed face first against the floor.

“She’s had enough to drink,” Hank comments. They set you on a chair with a backrest. “How will she get home? We can’t send her off in a cab at this rate. The train doesn't run this late either.”

“Hannah left her behind too,” Crispin adds.

“Hey, how are we gonna deal with this?” Basilio asks. “We can get you home once we sober up a little. It’s fine if you-”

Basilio never got to finish what he was going to say, because you nodded off against his stomach, and puked your lunch out.

You don’t remember anything after that.

When you awaken, the sun is already high up, and the first thing that greets you is the fan in the ceiling. Your muscles are screaming at you, and your throat feels dry. Memories of last night came crashing back and you started sweating in horror. Maybe it’s just a drunken dream, but it felt all too real.

You were flirting with these gorgeous twins, had too much to drink, and at some point puked all over one of the twins’ shoes.

And now, you don’t know whose bedroom you are in. You check yourself, and you’re still wearing the same clothes, with nothing out of place. There are no bruises or marks on your body either. You looked around you, but there was no one else in the room.

The doors crack open slightly, and you see two pairs of void-black eyes.

“I… um… good morning?”

“It’s… already 2 in the afternoon,” one of them says. He has long hair. This one is the twin you threw up on.

“Why don’t you have some lunch?” the other one said.

You just nodded and said nothing else, ashamed of yourself. You threw up on one of them and now you’re eating at their table. You just wanted the ground to swallow you alive.

“Sorry for puking on you last night,” you near-whispered to Basilio after you swallowed your first bite of food.

The silence broke when Crispin roared with laughter, tears pooling at the corner of his eyes. Meanwhile, Basilio was glaring daggers at his brother. He’s frowning like a child whose toy got taken from him. “Sure, keep laughing, kuya.”

“I’ll never show my face here again, I promise,” you say to them, hiding your face behind your hands.

“What’re you talking about? Forget about it. We’re friends now, right?” Basilio tells you, smiling. “But next time, vomit on my brother too.”

“No one’s throwing up because I won’t be allowing any of you to get wasted that bad ever again,” Hank announces as he enters the room with a carafe in his hand. “Bossing’s not gonna like it if the bar ends up smelling as bad as Basilio’s room. Here, have some coffee.”

“We should introduce you to bossing next time too. She’s not here at the moment,” Crispin adds. “Let’s do this again next week.”

The invitation made you smile, and you poured yourself a cup of coffee. You continued eating the rest of your meal.

“...my room doesn’t smell that, right?” Basilio asks after a few moments of silence.

“Gago, it stinks so bad. It’s why we made the guest stay at my room, because if she stayed at yours she could’ve died from how bad it is,” Crispin exclaims. “Seriously, how can you live with bringing women to your room at that point?”

“Kuya, you’re embarrassing me to our guest!”

Translations for non-Filipino speaking folks:

bossing: a somewhat affectionate way to say “boss”. Comes from the old tradition of adding -eng or -ing to ones name to make a nickname, e.g. Luciana - Lucing

Gago/gaga (ka): (you) idiot/moron - someone stupid, foolish or ignorant

Tikbalang: creature from Filipino mythology similar to a centaur. They are hulking beasts with a horse's head.

manong: a term for endearment to an elderly male relative, or elderly men in general. Originally an Ilokano term referring to the first born son in a nuclear family.

kuya: big brother. Can be used to refer to one's own older brother, someone else's older brother, or an older peer or male acquaintance.

Author’s Notes: This chapter was heavily inspired by Bita and the Botflies' song Manghuhula.

Warnings: brief scene of sexual harrassment

After washing up, the Twins accompanied you to the gate, exchanging glances at each other behind your back. Little did they know, you definitely noticed it.

“Wait,” Basilio says, tapping your shoulder lightly with a large hand.

Crispin takes his phone out of his pocket. His younger brother proceeds to do the same. “Give us your phone. We’ll add our numbers, and you can text us if something happens,” he says.

“Or when you get home safe,” Basilio adds.

You look at the two of them back and forth. “This isn’t just an elaborate excuse for the two of you to get my number, right?”

Neither of the two spoke, giving each other a nervous glance.

Their reaction made you laugh out loud, and you took out your phone from your bag. “Here. I’ll give you my Facespace too.”

With the tension broken, the three of you exchange a chuckle. You punch in your number in their phones, while they did the same to yours. Crispin looks over his brother’s shoulder and frowns.

“Epal,” Crispin says to his brother, snatching your phone away from him. The older twin types something in, and it’s the younger one’s turn to stick his nose in. Basilio attempts to get the phone back, cursing all the time.

“You’re going to break her phone, gago,” the older twin curses, pushing a palm against Basilio’s face. “Then let it go! You’re the epal, I wasn’t done yet,” the younger one snaps back.

You give them a look of irritation, and check out what they’re arguing about.

“What the hell are you two grown-ass men fighting about?” you ask as you butt in to look at what they’re doing.

A loud snort bubbles from you as you see it; Basilio added “the hot twin” next to his contact name. Crispin added “the hotter twin”. Now, the former wanted to outdo his older brother.

Against your better judgment, you say, “You’re twins. You look like each other. You’re both hot. Now stop fighting over my phone.”

Perhaps it’s the afternoon heat, but there is a tinge of red in their cheeks after your remark. You waved them goodbye as you got in a tricycle that’ll get you to the nearest train station.

The MRT, in some strange miraculous twist of fate, isn’t as packed as usual. It’s still populated, but there were a few seats waiting to be taken. You sit down somewhere away from direct sunlight, and you take out your phone to tell Hannah and Amie that you’re on the way home.

The first thing you see is a text from Basilio. Then, a text from Crispin. You tell them both that you’re on the train now, completely forgetting about messaging your roommates. To pass the time, you launch the Facespace app and decide to look up their profiles, only to find out that they’ve already sent you a friend request.

Upon seeing Crispin’s profile, you did your damn best to stifle a laugh.

His work description says “works at the Krusty Krab,” but that wasn’t the craziest thing about his profile. At first, the Bible verse in his bio caught you off guard, thinking that someone like him didn’t seem religious, but when you quickly looked up “Ezekiel 23:20,” you did your best not to howl with laughter.

Basilio’s isn’t any better.

In his work description, he put “Model at For Her Magazine,” and “edi sa puso mo.” Then you scroll down to see a thirst trap of him pulling his shirt up with his teeth, and you can feel the heat rising to your cheeks again. Well, at least that work description is believable.

They’re- what was that term your younger university friends were using again?- himbos.

They’re definitely himbos.

Arriving at your place, you slot your key inside the doorknob and twist. As you enter the door, the heavy, musky scent of sex and sweat hits your face, and you regret getting too wasted last night and losing your chance to hook up with one of the Twins.

Or both.

Both?

Regardless, at least they’ve invited you again to hang out next week.

You raise your eyebrow and cross your arms at the scene before you. Cans of beer litter the living room, and your roommates are taking a nap by the couch. A tikbalang comes out of the bathroom, glamor off, and you snort as you watch him duck under the door frame because of his massive height.

“It’s already four in the afternoon. Time to go, big guy.”

He nods awkwardly in acknowledgment, morphing into his human disguise, and exiting your apartment.

You sit between your roommates, rousing them from their sleep. “I’m not going to clean this mess up,” you tell them, motioning to the trashed state of the living room, and reaching for the remote to turn the TV on. You just want to take a shower afterwards and sleep in your own bed tonight.

After rubbing the sleep from their eyes, your roommates near-tackles you on the couch, a curious, excited look on their faces. You forgot all about what you were watching and stared at them in surprise.

“So how did it go? Did you get to hook up with any of them?” Amie asks.

“Or both of them?” Hannah adds.

“Gaga, nothing like that happened.”

The two of them let you go with disappointed looks on their faces. “So sayang! Here we were thinking you finally have a sex life,” one of them says as you lean back on the backrest, closing your eyes as they continue to pester you for details.

“Why are you two so determined to get me to screw someone?” you finally snapped, amused and irked at the same time.

“Because you’ve been doing nothing but totally stressing yourself out! See how super fun it is to let go every now and then?”

“Thanks for the new drinking buddies, girls, but I have my fingers to keep me company. Hookups are too much work,” you lie to them, eyes still closed.

“That’s a toe-curling, full-body orgasm you’re missing out on, girl!”

“That’s assuming that the person I’m with knows what they’re doing,” you retorted.

One of them pokes your side with an elbow, and you assume it’s Hannah. “The Twins do.”

You opened your eyes, and you guessed right; it’s Hannah. You give her a look, before rolling your eyes, appearing to look disinterested. The smirk tugging at the edge of your lips says otherwise, though.

“So what happened last night?” Amie asks.

“I got wasted and threw up on Basilio’s shoes. Then, I ended up sleeping in Crispin’s room. When I woke up, they fed me and sent me home,” you tell them. Your roommates giggle at the story.

“Ah, speaking of which, I gotta let them know I got home,” you said off-hand, and somehow the remark only spurred your wind people roommates on.

“Yieee, you’re friends with them on Facespace already!” Amie quips, leaning in to see what you’re typing. Playfully, you move your phone away from her to conceal what you’re typing.

“Make a group chat with them!” Hannah exclaims, taking your phone away from you. You tried taking it back, but Amie joins in the mischief and blocks you from doing so.

When you got your phone back, the deed was done, and the chat was renamed to a single eggplant emoji. The like button was replaced by an eggplant emoji too.

Panicking, you add your roommates to the group to avoid looking suspicious, and swiftly type up a defense.

“Please ignore that, Hannah made this chat using my account.”

The teasing never stopped after that.

Weeks passed and you never bothered to change it, though.

It’s been about two months since your first encounter with the Twins. You’re becoming a familiar face at The Diabolical, going every Saturday to see them. Sometimes Hannah and Amie didn’t accompany you anymore. You’ve met the Twins’ bossing a few times, who turned out to be none other than Alexandra Trese. You’ve heard of her exploits and the two imposing bodyguards who were almost always with her. It surprised you that they’re none other than the Twins you knew, but it made perfect sense. Those two were jacked, and those muscles aren’t only for show.

Of course, because of your increasing presence in the bar, it didn’t take long for the rumors to circulate. Word on the street is both of the Twins had a thing for you, and neither is making a move out of consideration for the other. They are waiting for you to move.

You elected to ignore them, perfectly happy with your arrangement of having two handsome men to keep you company while you unwind. The thought of getting together with one of them, or even both of them did cross your mind a few times, however.

Ultimately, you wouldn’t know what to do if the day comes that you’ll have to confront how you feel and choose between the two.

Do you have to?

Crispin and Basilio are twins, but they’re distinct from each other. The older is more serious, with a dryer sense of humor, while the younger is goofier, and somewhat softer. One complements the other, and they’re both good company despite their differences.

Speak of the devil. Your phone buzzes and you see that the eggplant chat is active. The Twins are inviting you to The Diabolical again.

“See you guys at eight,” you type in. Someone reacts with an eggplant to your message. Then the next few messages were nothing but eggplant emojis, followed by Basilio sending “#TeamTalong”. Crispin cusses him out for it, but sends the same message right after.

Yeah, that became a thing among the five of you.

You and the wind girls got dressed and took a taxi to the bar, your favorite jacket draped over your shoulders. Pressured by your roommates, you wore something nicer tonight; a black faux leather dress that hugs your figure deliciously. The shiny fabric added to the effect. The six bottles of Pulang Tikbalang beer the three of you shared before going out might’ve contributed to your newfound bravado.

But now that you’re actually wearing it outside your apartment, you feel a little reluctant.

“Maybe wearing this is a bad idea,” you mutter to no one in particular, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear out of self-consciousness.

Amie taps you from behind. “Oh hush, that outfit is totally sexy,” she comments. “Finally ready to get dicked down tonight, girl?”

“Shhh, gaga ka, manong driver can hear you.”

That didn’t deter them from making more inappropriate comments, much to the manong's ire.

It’s nine already when you get there, you’re in the Philippines after all. The merriment is already in full swing when you step through the door. Hannah and Amie went ahead and sat next to their lay of the week. The Twins wave you over from their usual spot, but before you can reach them, a man you’ve never seen before tries to get your attention, snaking an arm around your waist.

“Hey baby. You’re a regular here, right? Want to drink with me?”

“Sorry, I’m here with someone else,” you tell him, moving away.

“Ah, here to see the Twins? Why don’t you ditch them for a change of pace and come with me, babe?”

“Not interested,” you flat out said. “Please move, or I’ll make you move.”

To your surprise, the man drops his glamor and reveals himself to be a kapre. He looms over you, cigar in his mouth, and you can feel the tension rising. People are starting to stare, and your friends took notice of it too.

“Try,” he huffs, puffing smoke to your face. You give him a sour glare while trying not to cough.

Before your roommates or the Twins could come to your aid, you panicked and saw an empty bottle of Pulang Tikbalang on a nearby table. Emboldened by the alcohol in your veins, you shatter the bottle and point the jagged edge at the hulking beast, hands shaking. You are a tiny thing compared to the enormous creature before you, after all.

“Don’t you dare look down on me.”

“Already doing that, honey.”

“I’m not your honey,” you say as you press the edge against his stomach, not enough to draw blood, but hard enough to hurt.

“I love it when they fight back,” the kapre croons.

Under the haze of alcohol, you were more than ready to shove the edge in, consequences be damned.

Before things could escalate, Crispin takes the broken bottle off of your hands and steers you away from the stranger, while Basilio steps in to defuse the tension. “Hey, why don’t you back off, pal? Our friend said no. You wouldn’t want us to tell our bossing to ban you from the place because of this misunderstanding now, don’t you?”

Heart in your throat, you turn to the Twins, then to the kapre. The tree giant pauses, looking at the three of you, then smirks.

“Heh. Fine. But if you torpe whelps don’t make a move, I will.”

The giant puts his glamor back on and skulks away.

“Wow, what a jerk! He only left you alone when the boys stepped in,” Hannah quips, tossing her hair in indignation.

“You almost didn’t need rescuing, but I’d hate to help Hank mop the blood off the floor later,” Basilio comments, nudging you gently with an elbow. His eyes go a little lower from your face, and you see him look away.

You realized Crispin hasn’t let go of you yet.

“C’mon, let’s just go,” you tell everyone. Crispin proceeds to remove his hand away from your shoulder, and you take your usual seats by the bar.

The bar is loud, but the silence between the three of you is deafening. Even Hank seems to have taken notice, eyeing your usually loud and cheerful group.

“What’s up with you three? What happened back there?” the older man asks, leaning over the bar top.

“Just a handsy kapre who couldn’t take no for an answer. I won’t let it spoil the night,” you answer him.

“That’s the spirit. Holler if he tries something like that again, I’ll have him kicked out,” Hank replies, setting down three ice-cold beers in front of you guys.

Yet somehow, the conversation never livened up.

Three bottles of Pulang Tikbalang later, you’ve had enough.

“This is about what that kapre said, isn’t it?” you finally say, slightly pissed.

The Twins look at each other with guilty expressions, and simultaneously nod.

“Do you boys wanna talk about it?”

They look at each other again. “Shit, this is awkward,” Crispin comments, scratching his head. Basilio nods in agreement, uncharacteristically silent. “We didn’t want to pressure you into anything you didn’t want to do,” the older twin continues.

“Look, I don’t want to ruin my relationship with my kuya just because we’re interested in the same girl,” Basilio says. “Same here,” Crispin adds.

“So we were waiting for you to make your own move,” Basilio continues.

“Ah. So the rumors are true,” you sighed.

“We’ll accept whatever outcome there is. If you choose me, or Basilio, or neither because this is fucking messy, we totally get it,” the older twin says, leaning back to stare at the ceiling.

Now the decision rests in your hands.

“Why don’t we talk about this somewhere more private?” you ask them.

You watch as both of them gulp. “Where do you wanna talk?” Basilio asks.

“Anywhere private.”

“I just cleaned my room earlier. Why don’t we continue this there?”

You nod, and they lead you away from the bar.

Looks like it’s going to be a long night.

Translations for non-Filipino speakers:

epal: in Filipino slang, usually refers to a person who inappropriately presents himself in a situation or butts into a conversation.

kapre: a tree-giant from Filipino mythology. Often described as very tall, dark, and hairy. Almost never seen without a cigar.

sayang: literally means waste. Can be used alone as an expression similar to "what a waste!"

torpe: someone who cannot spit their romantic or sexual feelings out to a crush or love interest

III

Author’s Notes:

Warnings: Smut. Filthy smut. Writer-is-definitely-going-to-the-second-circle-of-the-Seven-Circles-of-Hell-levels-of-filthy smut. Bawal bata, tulog na. If you're under 18 please turn back.

After the door closes behind the three of you, you sit on the bed, while Crispin sits on a chair near his brother’s desk. Basilio locks the door, and leans against it, unable to look at you.

“Right. So. How are we going to deal with this?” you ask them, crossing your legs.

“Don’t ask us,” Crispin says, swiveling the chair to face you. “You’re the one caught in the middle after all.”

Curse his choice of words.

“This is too weird,” Basilio speaks up. “If you want me to unlock the door, just say the word. We can walk out of this like nothing happened.”

“And then what? Things are going to be awkward between the three of us, I just know it,” you say to him, palming the back of your neck. “Things might get awkward with Amie and Hannah too, and I live with them. I don’t want our tropa to disband just because of relationship drama.”

“What about Amie and Hannah? Is it because we have history with those two?” Crispin asks.

“They’ve been trying to set me up with either of you. The fact that they also slept with you in the past also doesn’t help. Shit, this is messy.”

“Er, um,” Basilio stutters. “That might’ve been our fault.”

You furrow your brow and cross your arms. “Keep going.”

The Twins look at each other, as if gauging who should explain the situation. “So, we remained in contact after being used as a prize for bossing’s race with Maliksi, right?” Crispin starts.

“Uh huh.”

“Well, they mentioned a third roommate in passing and joked about lending us to her. Of course we blew them off, then Amie showed us a picture of you. We got curious and asked them to introduce you,” Basilio continues.

“I didn’t expect us five to become friends. And now we’re in this mess,” Crispin adds.

You look at them back and forth, and laugh in resignation. Elbows digging against your lap and palms pressed against your face, you rub your face and run it through your hair. “Amazing. Just amazing. See, I have a problem too.”

The Twins didn’t respond, eyes fixated on you.

“I like the two of you.”

You feel the air shift around you. Basilio’s standing upright by the door now, and Crispin straightened up too. The room is so quiet, you can hear them gulp in anticipation for what will happen next.

“There. I said it. The reason why I haven’t made a move at all is because of this exact moment that I was dreading. I didn’t want to choose,” you admit, feeling the blood rush to your head. “I just wanted for us three to stay like that, drinking buddies sprinkled with sexual tension.”

“And you’re in the middle, enjoying our attention,” Crispin says, crossing his arms.

“Selfish, I know,” you admit, head hanging low.

This is it, the moment that can make or break you three.

“Us three. If only...” you whisper, only for the words to fall flat on your tongue

You stand up, gathering your things and carrying your bag. “Nevermind. What a mess we’re in. I’ll go so you two can sort things out between the two of you. It’s been a fun ride.”

Basilio doesn’t move from the door, and behind you, you can hear Crispin getting up from his seat.

“We can still make this work, right kuya?” Basilio starts, looking over your head to give his brother a knowing look.

“Yeah, I think so,” Crispin replies. “What was that you said? The three of us?”

Your eyes widen, and you look at them back and forth. Their bodies are dangerously close to yours. Now you’re literally caught in the middle.

“I- uh…”

“I think we can work out an arrangement,” Basilio whispers, one hand moving to hold yours.

“Only if you want to,” Crispin adds, his breath kissing the back of your neck.

“I don’t want to lose either of you,” Basilio adds.

“Same here.”

Damn it all.

Giving in to your darkest, most hidden desires, you lean in to capture Basilio’s lips with yours, leaving his black eyes wide open in surprise. They flutter close, and he savors the kiss, slipping a tongue in. Then you turn to Crispin, and you give him the same sweet kiss as well.

“Damn, I didn’t mean like, now,” Basilio mutters, feeling the front of his trousers get tighter as he watches you make out with his brother.

Bringing your attention back to the younger twin, you loosen his tie, while you push out your ass to grind against Crispin. “Are you complaining?”

“Not at all.”

“Wait, are you sure about this? All of us drank tonight… we don’t want you to do something you’ll regret,” Crispin says, moving his hips away from you. Basilio pauses too, and wraps his hands around your wrists to still your hands, a look of concern on his face.

“Kuya’s right.”

“I’m a grown woman. I might’ve had a few bottles, but I know what I want,” you reassure them, waiting for the two to make a move. “I know I want you two for months.”

Basilio lets go of your hands and lets you do as you please, a cocky smirk on his lips. Behind you, you can feel Crispin’s gloved hands reaching for the zipper of your dress. “Really? How much do you want us? C’mon, say it,” Basilio asks, moving in to place kisses on your neck.

“I wanna hear it too,” Crispin whispers against your shoulder, and he punctuates it with a light kiss.

All of a sudden, you felt shy at the prospect of confessing your fantasies out loud. “Why don’t I just show you boys?”

“Oh no, you’re not getting out of this one,” Basilio teases. “Consider it as payback for throwing up all over my shoes.”

“You’re still- ah!- mad about that?” you ask him, gasping in the middle of doing so when you felt a hand snake between your legs from behind. The older twin slips his fingers past your underwear, circling your clit with slow strokes.

“Not mad, I just want things to be fair,” Basilio teases, pulling your dress down. He gives your breasts a squeeze, fondling and rolling your nipples until they harden, and he seals his lips over your right one. Crispin moves from behind you and he takes his place next to his twin, lathing his tongue over the left. All four of their hands pawed at your flesh greedily.

You were at a loss for words because of how good they’re making you feel, soft moans bubbling from your throat.

“Speechless already, huh?” Crispin mumbles against your skin.

“Ngh! The wind girls weren’t lying, you two know what you’re doing,” you gasped, face flushed as you watched the Twins lavish their attention on your breasts.

“Shhh, stop changing the subject. Play along, or neither of us will make you cum,” he adds, pausing to give you a teasing lick, and resting his tongue on top of the hardened bud. On the other hand, Basilio is sucking like a starved babe while squeezing your still clothed behind.

You fake a scoff of indignation and grin. “Fine. I- oh fuck- want you two so much, I’ve been fantasizing for weeks.”

Basilio pauses to address you. “Describe them.”

You’re a little mortified, but the alcohol in your system pushes you to be bolder. “I imagined Basilio punishing me for ruining his shoes.”

“And how did he do that?” Crispin’s voice.

“He asked me to suck him off,” you start, and a pinch on your bottom from the subject of your fantasy tells you that he wanted to hear more details. “He fucked my face while pulling my hair and told me how good I was the whole time and that he forgave me.”

“What about me? What fantasies did you have?” Crispin asks again.

Your breath hitched in your throat but you pushed on. “Hearing how you scolded Basilio, I imagined you taking me from behind and saying the meanest, dirtiest things possible.”

The Twins looked at each other, and stopped, their lips leaving your breasts with a lewd pop. “You want to make them all come true?” Basilio asks.

Cheeks burning, you give them a curt nod.

The two of them lead you to the bed, where Crispin puts you on all fours, and he takes his place from behind. On the other hand, Basilio is standing near the edge of the bed, the bulge in his pants inches away from your face. You stare at it, licking your lips.

As you undid Basilio’s pants, he shrugs off his suit jacket and takes off his tie, then he takes off his dress shirt, revealing his abs and the trail of dark hair on his lower abdomen, disappearing into his briefs. From behind, you hear fabric shifting, then Crispin peels your panties off of you. He brings a gloved hand against your skin in a loud smack, making you cry out.

“Ah, wait, we need a safeword,” Crispin mentions, soothingly squeezing your skin.

“What about Eternos?” Basilio suggests, and Crispin cocks an eyebrow. “Wait, you mean, like the game?”

You stifle a laugh. “I’m fine with it,” you say to them, and they take it as a signal to continue.

The older twin dips a gloved finger between your folds, gathering your wetness, and tsked. “Look at you, already so fucking wet. You want this so much, huh?”

You nod frantically, then Basilio stills your head. “Open your mouth, baby. Tongue out.”

You oblige, and Basilio fishes his cock out of his briefs. Your eyes grow wider as you take in the sight of it; girthy, with a nice length, and a few veins running on the underside. You wonder if Crispin’s is the same. The twin in front of you lightly smacks his member against your tongue, and you proceed to lick it, running from the base to the tip, slicking it with saliva. You swirl your tongue around it, then try to slide it in your mouth as smoothly as possible.

As Basilio begins to breathe harder with each bob of your head, Crispin pulls your ass towards his face, and a choked moan escapes your lips as you feel his mouth on your heat, toying with your folds before he finally finds that sensitive nub. The older twin proceeds to lick and suck at it, eating you out like you’re the best damn meal of his life.

Meanwhile, you push a palm against Basilio’s thigh to make him pause, and before he can ask you if you’re fine, you take his balls in your mouth and fondle him with your tongue. Your hand pumps his neglected cock as you did so.

“Shit! Your mouth feels so damn good,” he hisses, breathing hard. When you take his dick back into your mouth, Basilio gathers your hair and uses it as a handle, watching his length disappear in your mouth over and over, his black eyes hazy with lust and his mouth whispering words of praise.

Crispin looks at his brother with a hint of envy, cock painfully hard against his trousers. He unzips it for relief, and proceeds to stroke himself as he continues to prepare you.

“Hey, Basilio, got any lube?”

“Um, there’s- ungh- a bottle of it under the pillow.”

“...you keep lube under your pillow? What the- and condoms? Can’t you put them in your drawers or something?”

Basilio doesn’t give his brother a response and focuses his attention on you. You gasp against his cock as you felt a cold, gloved hand prod against your asshole, and goosebumps formed on your flesh as you felt the cold lubricant smearing against your entrance. Crispin pushes his lubed thumb in, and you cry out in pleasure, your jaw opening wider for Basilio to claim. Then, two more fingers prod at your pussy, and you swear you can see stars as they slid in. The older twin toys with you while eating you out, and you feel a knot forming at the base of your stomach, threatening to uncoil at any moment.

You couldn’t take it. Basilio’s cock slides out of your mouth and you look over your shoulder, moaning and panting.

Crispin pauses from eating you out to ask you a question. “You’re gonna cum? You wanna cum on my fingers like the filthy slut you are?”

“Yes, please, please, let me cum,” you begged, and with a devilish smirk, Crispin dives right back in to finish the job.

You squeezed your eyes shut as the pleasure inside you exploded, shameless moans coming from your throat as your first orgasm hits you. Basilio watches the look of pleasure on your face as Crispin makes you cum, making his cock twitch.

“Now that’s how you please a woman,” Crispin teases, shooting his brother a challenging look while wiping your juices off of his face.

“Wait until it’s my turn,” Basilio replies, smirking.

Panting, legs wobbling, you didn’t get to rest as Crispin takes his cock and slides it in you. In front of you, Basilio cups your face and directs you back to his cock, smirking. “You’re doing so well, baby. You’re taking us like a champ, you know that?”

“Fuck,” Crispin hisses from behind you. “You like this, you little slut? You like being fucked by two cocks at the same time?” he asks you, each word punctuated with a hard thrust.

Now you’re really caught in the middle.

Basilio’s panting heavily now, his thrusts becoming erratic against your mouth. You know he’s close, and you brace yourself for what’s coming. Eyes screwed shut, he lets out a low groan as he spills inside of your mouth, his cum painting your tongue white. You try to swallow it all, but a few stray drops dribble down your chin. The younger twin cleans you up, and kisses you deeply, not minding his taste on your mouth. He sits on the bed to catch his breath, and allows you to rest on his thighs.

Behind you, Crispin begins to rut faster, his thumb still in your ass as he pounded you. You writhe and cry against Basilio’s lap, bracing yourself from each harsh thrust. The younger twin pets your hair, but he moves his hand away when Crispin pushes your head against his brother’s lap.

“Take it all of it,” Crispin groans. “Ungh, you make me so horny, you little slut.”

Not wanting to miss out on the fun, Basilio gets an idea.

“Hey, kuya. Hold her up.”

Crispin blinks before obliging his brother’s request, clamping a hand around your throat. “Is this fine?” he asks you, and you nod a few times. He tightens his hold and pulls you to his toned chest, your hair sticking to his skin from your sweat. Basilio kisses you, then latches on one of your breasts. One gloved hand fondles and pulls at your nipples, while the other moves south to stroke you.

“Ah! I think I’m gonna cum again…” you choked, face red and tears forming at the edge of your eyes.

“Say our names,” Crispin whispers against your ear in a low growl.

You mutter their names at first, but it turns to full blown cries as your climax fast approaches.

“Crispin! Basilio!”

It hits you so hard, your eyes roll to the back of your head. You cried shamelessly, and Crispin places a kiss on your open mouth, tongue slipping in and teeth clashing with yours. He pulls out and finishes on your back, cock resting between the valley of your cheeks, still half-hard.

The Twins move to clean you up, looking around for tissues and anything to wipe you with.

“So,” Basilio says. “One more round?”

Your eyes widen, and you look down to see that Basilio is hard again.

“How- what the fuck? What are you two?”

Crispin sighs. “Hannah and Amie never told you? We’re demigods.”

“We don’t get sick and our injuries heal really fast. Talagbusao is our dad,” Basilio adds, and you give him a disbelieving glare.

“You didn’t need to let that last detail slip out, gago,” Crispin berates him as he pulls you close to his muscular chest. He lay down on a pillow, one arm propping his head up.

After a few seconds of silence, you say something. “At least let me have some water first.”

“Right.”

The Twins stare at each other.

“One of us has to fetch it,” Crispin says.

“What? Why me?” Basilio complains, scratching his head.

“Because I’m older, and I’ve worked hard to give her two orgasms in a row.”

“Hey! I’m sure that last one was thanks to me.”

You groan, grabbing a pillow to cover your face. “Ugh, please don’t turn this into a competition about who made me cum the most. Just get me my water, pretty please, Basilio?”

At the request, Basilio smiles and dresses haphazardly to get it for you. “Don’t start without me.”

You close your eyes with a smile. Crispin buries his face against your hair and plays with it. “You have him wrapped around your finger, you know?”

You chuckle at the remark, and Crispin kisses your temple. “Just don’t hurt my little brother.”

“I have no intention of hurting either of you,” you tell him.

Basilio comes back with a pitcher and some glasses, and once everyone’s hydrated and ready, the night continues.

The Twins spoil you with their attention, hands roaming your body as they planted kisses on your skin. Basilio sucks on your collarbone, biting experimentally and leaving marks that would darken in the morning, which draws a whine from your throat. Not wanting to be outdone, Crispin kisses your back, then the back of your neck, and he found a sweet spot that made you moan at that place where your ear connects to your neck. Basilio observes this and does the same to the other side.

“Hey, um, can I do it in your ass?” Crispin whispers in your ear, almost sheepishly, and you stare at him for a few seconds before nodding.

“Sure. Be gentle. And use a condom.”

“Of course. You go on top. What’s our safeword again?” he asks you, testing your knowledge.

You roll your eyes and try not to laugh. “Eternos.”

“Good girl,” Basilio says.

Flipping yourself around, you lean into Crispin’s lap. “Here, let me help,” you say as you grasp his cock and start to pump. The younger twin behind you reaches for the lube and prepares your ass. You sigh with pleasure as you feel the cold sensation of the product on your skin. Crispin sighs as you slide his length between your lips, head bobbing up and down, and you feel him grow inside your mouth. You give the tip a small lick before doing the same thing you did to Basilio, cupping his balls with your mouth and fondling them with your tongue.

“I want you now,” Crispin rasps, tugging your hair to get you off of him.

You smirk, turning around to give him a great view of your ass. He reaches around for a condom, finds one, and tears the foil open. After sliding the rubber down his shaft, he positions himself against your hole, pressing against the tight ring of muscle. You wince in pain as he starts penetrating you, prompting him to squeeze more lube to relieve your discomfort.

“Relax,” Basilio instructs you, planting soothing kisses at your jaw. You did as he said and unclenched your muscles, entrusting yourself to the two of them.

As Crispin pushes past the ring of muscle, you sigh in relief, discomfort replaced with the feeling of fullness. You lean back into his hard chest, a soft sigh leaving your lips as he starts to move. Meanwhile, Basilio kneels between your legs, rubbing your clit with the head of his dripping cock, but he freezes before he slides it in.

“What?” you ask with concern.

“We’re out of condoms.”

“Just pull out,” you tell him with a strained voice, gasping as Crispin moves inside you.

“No, you don’t understand. We’re demigods. Our… um.. Yeah, we’re really potent.”

You smirk at him. “I’ll ask the girls for something in the morning,” you say against your better judgment. “It’s a risk I’m willing to take. Cum all over me.”

His cock twitches at your last suggestion.

“Ugh, Basilio, you’re really killing the mood here,” Crispin strains to say, holding you gently by the neck. “I pulled out too, remember? Make up your mind already. I wouldn’t mind having her to myself for now, though.”

“Not a chance,” Basilio retorts, sliding the tip of his cock past your folds and pushing inside.

A loud cry rips from your throat at the sensations, feeling stuffed to the maximum as two cocks start to pump inside you. Crispin’s grip on your neck tightens, while you tangle your hands through Basilio’s hair, pulling him closer and kissing him.

Soon, The Twins find a steady rhythm, syncing their movement so you can feel the full force of their thrusts. Basilio throws one of your legs over his shoulder and begins to massage your clit with his thumb, while Crispin fondles your breasts with his free hand, using the tip of his fingers to roll, squeeze, and pull at your nubs. With every thrust they give, you clench, drawing a groan from both of them as they felt themselves being squeezed by your muscles.

“Oh God,” you whine. “Fuck, you both feel so good.”

“Say our names,” Basilio growls, and you oblige.

You chant their names like a prayer, underscored by the slapping of skin as the Twins fucked both of your holes. Hearing their names only spurred them on, and their movements became more desperate, sweat rolling off of your bodies.

“Basilio! Crispin!”

Underneath you, Crispin gropes at your breast harder, beads of sweat rolling off of his forehead and dripping to your skin. “Your ass feels too good, I’m gonna cum,” he hissed between clenched teeth, and you silently thank Bathala that he’s near his limit. The lube is starting to wash off.

With a few more rough thrusts, he cums, shooting inside the rubber. Crispin cups your jaw and kisses you, deep and sweet, tasting your tongue. You’re on the verge of climax now too, and you give Basilio a desperate look. He understood what you meant.

The younger twin thrusts harder and faster while still rubbing that sensitive nub between your legs furiously, and the older one helps by stimulating your nipples once again. The bombardment of sensation is too much, and you feel white hot heat racing through your body as you cum one last time, voice hoarse as a throaty moan escapes past your open mouth.

The spasm of your muscles is enough to send Basilio over the edge too, pulling out of you and spilling his load all over the mound of your pussy, and your stomach. You feel Crispin slip out of you too. Basilio leans in to kiss you, almost tenderly, but still full of desperation, tongue and teeth.

After a quick cleanup and another drink of water, the three of you lay in a heap of limbs, exhausted. Crispin doesn’t shift at all, content on letting you lie next to him, while Basilio moves next to you, effectively sandwiching you between the two of them on the narrow bed.

Everyone is sated, and with your eyes growing heavy, you wanted nothing but sleep.

“So, who’s better?”

You don’t know who said it, but you raised your hand to give him a middle finger. “Tangina niyo, you’re both good. End of discussion. Now please let me sleep.”

Thank Bathala that they did.

The next morning, all three of you wake up sweaty, stinking, and really, really hungry.

“Good morning to you two,” you sigh, snaking your arms around theirs. Each of them gave you a kiss on your temple. “Damn, I’m starving,” you said, sitting up. “Let’s take a shower and grab something to e-”

Underneath the three of you, the bed’s legs give out, and a loud thud can be heard throughout the house. As you three scramble for purchase, frantic footsteps are approaching, and the door bursts open.

“What was that? Crispin is missing from his room and-” Hank blurts, toting his good ol’ triple barrel shotgun "Ama, Anak, at, Espiritu Santo". Funnily enough, when he sees the tangle of limbs before him, he utters the same words and quickly turns away. Alexandra arrives shortly after, gives them a quick glance, and shuts the door.

Breakfast with their bossing is filled with a mortifying quiet.

You barely touch your food, embarrassment burning your cheeks, and you shoot a glance at your twin lovers.

“Next time, lock the door,” Alex finally says, getting up from the table with a coffee in her hands. She’s too fucking exhausted to deal with this.

“It’s Basilio’s fault!” Crispin yells after her. Basilio made no attempts to defend himself, knowing that he forgot to lock the door again after he came back with the water.

Grumbling, you finally take a bite of your breakfast, jacket draped over your shoulders despite the heat to hide the bruises on your body. “The girls are gonna have a field day when they see me like this.”

“I need to replace the bed,” Basilio mumbles, stuffing his mouth with rice.

The three of you looked at each other, and laughed.

“So, see you next week?” Crispin asks with a smile, and Basilio gives you a pleading, doe-eyed look.

“Yeah. See you two next week.”

Translations for non-English speakers:

tropa: ground of friends. People you chill with

tangina niyo: Filipino profanity. Roughly translates to "you sons of bitches"

Ama, Anak, at Espiritu Santo: Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. It’s Hank’s weapon’s actual name in the comics.

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fizzydrink698 · 2 years

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Hi, I was reading through all your asks (in a non-creepy way I swear 🙄) and came across something you said about how SKZ previous comebacks/performances inspired you for fics, and that you assumed the same would happen with ODDINARY. So I was wondering, did it not inspire you this time? Were you busy with other fics/life in general? Or maybe you were inspired but you just haven’t finished writing/posted it yet? I don’t mean it as an accusation or anything like that! I’m just curious

that’s a lot of asks of me spouting my dorky bullshit, don’t worry it’s not creepy it’s flattering 😂

oddinary did inspire quite a few fic ideas! life got in the way and i didn’t have the time or energy to write much other than consort 5 but never say never 😊

here’s a few ideas i had, and where i got the inspo:

after that cinematic oddinary teaser came out, i had an idea of writing a reader trying to track down her fiancé felix who has been completely radio silent since investigating a strange hotel that people claim is haunted. reader encounters each skz member in turn - all of them ghosts that had found themselves entering the hotel at some point in history and dying/being killed - and of course eventually runs into hyunjin who’s got the whole “heh i murdered your fiancé actually, whoops” card up his sleeve. and in the end, felix appears as a new ghost, it’s all very bittersweet.

the maniac mv gave me a few ideas. that end scene of them all chilling at the cafe was very domestic, there’s some easy fluff in there. i looked up some of the art on the walls on the set, and realised that one particular piece was the cover of ‘Le Poeme de l'Angle Droit’, which is a collection of paintings and writings and there’s a pairing of colour and theme in each one. have a look, there’s some cool shit to write about. the cover itself is similar to a painting in the collection of two hands clasping together, symbolising the reconciliation of opposites as the only way for humanity to survive. and honestly is there a better way to describe enemies-to-lovers?

‘waiting for us’ gives me big “i’m an idol and we can’t date in public yet bc of all the backlash, but i’m waiting for the day when we can finally be the couple we truly are” vibes and that’d be a cute thing to write

the freeze mv is basically a mafia au gift-wrapped and served up on a silver platter. i thought about maybe extending the respite!universe. there could be some kind of comedic fic of one of the detectives trying to spy on reader and changbin’s date for mafia info, and eventually give up bc it’s just two dorks sickeningly in love and feeding each other and walking around a park holding hands without even a shred of illegality to be seen.

alternatively, hyunjin in the freeze mv looks like such a villain that it gave me an idea or two of writing something darker. basically all of my romances are fluffy and the two leads are healthy and good for each other, so why not write the opposite? i’m not saying yandere but i’m not not saying that every so often my hand twitches towards that keyboard when i think about the concept

the venom mv…well…

look they’re in tight black clothes and handcuffs and *gestures frantically* y’know

there’s something spicy to be written there

also Changbin’s lil dangly earring? *chef’s kiss*

a whole 100k slow-burn could be centred on that styling choice, a++ decision there

#hey there anon 👋#it’s 3am here and you’ve got me rambling #i adore talking about fic ideas #actually writing them is where the problems start

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yiangchen · 2 years

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TLOK Book 1 Rewatch Thoughts...

1. While only having seen the show as a whole once, I’ve seen Book 1 about four times now I think. I just love it. It’s honestly really really solid and I enjoy it a lot.

2. Amon is a very compelling villain. I used to think that him being a bloodbender was kinda stupid because it undermined the revolution, but I’m not sure I agree with that anymore. Due to his upbringing, he had a very valid reason for thinking all bending is evil.

3. The murder/suicide scene with Noatak and Tarrlok is so sad but so good.

4. Korra being able to airbend feels way more earned to me this time around. I had never realized that her fear of Amon was part of her mental block, and once he took away her ability to bend the other three elements, she realized she had nothing left to lose. It’s a very earned moment the more I think about it.

5. Which reminds me...Aang giving her back her bending at the end is actually earned as well. Letting go of her fear of Amon was also pivotal in her connecting to her spiritual self.

6. I absolutely love the scene in episode 2 where Korra moves like an airbender to win the pro bending match. I get major chills every time.

7. While parts of the love triangle are cringy, the way that Korra acts honestly makes sense considering she’s never interacted with kids her own age all that much before, if at all.

8. When Bolin and Korra are on their date, they do seem lowkey perfect for each other, and honestly, I can see it.

9. Also, I do still really enjoy a lot of the Makorra moments in Book 1. They’re cute, okay. Ngl. (They were my original ship back when I first watched the show. I don’t love them nearly as much as I had then, but I still like them a fair amount.)

10. One of my favorite parts about this rewatch was noticing all the little Korrasami moments. I know that they didn’t originally intend for Korrasami to end up together at all, considering that the Book 1 finale was originally the finale of the whole series and Makorra got together, but there are quite a few Korrasami moments.

11. Lin and Tenzin are still my two faves. I LOVE THEM. Also, Jinora!

12. However, my only complaint with Tenzin’s character is that I really wish that he and some of his children had some SWT elements in their Air Nomad robes.

13. Iroh II making an appearance is one of the highlights of the season imo.

14. Lin’s sacrifice is one of the saddest moments, but I kinda love it.

15. You know what? I love probending. It’s so fun.

16. Mako wearing his father’s scarf as a parallel to Katara wearing her mother’s necklace. I’M CRYING.

17. I still refuse to believe that Katara banned bloodbending entirely. It makes sense that she would ban the use of it to control/hurt people, however, I absolutely love the hc that she developed medicinal uses for it. I like to think that she trained a select few how to save lives with bloodbending and that most of the waterbending staff in hospitals have a license to do so. Technically, there is nothing in canon that disproves this. Bloodbending is illegal, but there could be exceptions if it means saving a life. Just saying.

18. The music is just incredible. The animation too.

19. Naga is the best.

#aaaand thats everything off the top of my head #tlok

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drabbles-mc · 4 years

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Just The Thing

Bishop Losa x F!Reader

Request by my fave @est1887: I have this idea for a request for bishop I saw this video of this guy using a flamethrower to clear his driveway of snow and I’m like that’s hilarious and perfect so since Texas just got a crazy snow and ice storm why not the same for Santo padre. Bishop comes to his lady rescue because she has to go to work at the hospital but she’s can’t get out of her driveway because it’s iced and on a hill, like it’s the apocalypse of snow. Idk where to go from there but I got this from a prompt list. “Well I suppose that’s one way of doing things. Wouldn’t have ever thought to use a flamethrower, myself.” “Is it even legal to own this many?” I can see him now looking like rambo with a cigar and a flamethrower clearing her driveway like el Rey de los Mayans Lolol her knight in shining leather lol

Warnings: language, Bishop being extra and loving every second of it

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: I loved the slight sense of chaos of this request lmao. Bishop really didn’t come to play with Mother Nature. Enjoy! xo

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You had never heard of there being snow in Santo Padre. It was the equivalent of hell freezing over—it just didn’t happen. Until it did.

You woke up and your body was instantly covered in goosebumps. You rubbed your arms to try and fight off the chill as you went to get out of bed. The hardwood floors were freezing against your feet and you immediately went to find a pair of sandals to wear around the house.

You peaked out the window in your kitchen and your eyes grew wide as you looked at the snow that was covering your front yard. Part of you was wondering if you were dreaming, because the entire scene in front of you just didn’t look right. You sighed, running your hands down your face. There was nothing you could do about it now, so you decided to get dressed and ready before you further assessed the situation.

You pulled on your heaviest hoodie over your scrubs before you headed outside to see just what you were dealing with. As you were stepping down off of your front steps, you nearly wiped out on the path that lead from your door to the driveway. You managed to catch yourself on the railing to your steps before your head smacked off the concrete. Carefully lifting yourself up, you took a closer look at the front path and driveway. With a heavy sigh, you realized that along with the thing blanket of snow, there was also a layer of ice underneath it all. You knew that your car wasn’t going to be good enough to get you to work.

You managed to get back inside without any further incidents and immediately called Bishop. He picked up on the second ring, concern heavy in his voice, “Hey, everything alright?”

“Think you could come over and help me out?” you couldn’t even try to hide the exasperation in your voice as you talked to him, “My driveway is a mess and I know for a fact my car isn’t gonna be able to make it down the hill safely. I was wondering if you had a plow at the scrapyard or salt for my driveway or just, something, anything that will make it so I can get to work today.”

He chuckled, not that he found your distress amusing but there was something about your tone that brought it out of him. “Of course, I’ll be over in a little bit. Don’t worry about it.”

“Thank you. Drive safe, Obispo. People are going to be fucking nuts out there today, I can feel it.”

“Yes ma’am.”

You hung up the phone feeling a little more relieved than you had been before the call. Worst case scenario, you had to use some sick time and miss your shift. But you really didn’t want to. Hopefully, even if your car wouldn’t be able to survive the trek down your driveway, Bishop’s would and he could bring you to work instead.

Hardly ten minutes later, you heard the sound of Bishop’s pickup making its way up your driveway. The fact that he was able to do that was reassuring—you knew you had a guaranteed way to get to work if he couldn’t make it so your car could get out.

He let himself into your house, calling out for you as he brushed the snow off the bottoms of his boots. You walked over to him, instantly feeling more relieved just at the sight of him. You walked up and he wrapped you in a hug, placing a soft kiss on your lips.

“Heard you were having some trouble with the snow?” he said with a chuckle as you trailed your fingers through his beard.

You groaned and nodded, “Yea. Since when the fuck does it snow in Santo Padre?”

He shook his head, “No fucking idea. But I think I have just the thing to help you out.”

He motioned for you to follow him back outside. You carefully followed his exact footsteps, since he clearly was able to get into your house without falling and hurting himself. He walked over to the bed of his truck and pulled down the tailgate. You were a little surprised that he didn’t bring one with a plow attachment, but you figured he had some sort of plan in mind regardless.

You peaked around his shoulder to see what he had hiding in the bed of his truck. Truthfully, you had no idea what you had been expecting to see. But what you were met with was certainly outside your own realm of possibility.

“Bishop, is that…are those…” you felt like even finishing the sentence was going to sound ridiculous.

He chuckled at the surprised expression on your face, “Go ahead, ask.”

“Is it even legal to have this?” you looked at the device he was holding in his hands, “I feel like this isn’t legal…at all.”

“It’s only illegal if you get caught.”

“Bish, no,” you laughed, “That’s not how that works.”

“You want to get to work, right?”

You chuckled and nodded, “I mean, yea. I don’t exactly want you setting yourself on fire in the process, though.”

He shook his head as he leaned in and kissed you, “I won’t.”

The confidence with which he said it made you assume that it wasn’t anywhere near the first time he used it. You weren’t sure if that was comforting or concerning. In your mind, the last thing any of the guys in the MC needed to be playing with was a flamethrower. But it was too late to worry about any of that now.

You stepped back, nervous but eager to see what he was about to get himself into. He shut the tailgate and took a deep breath. You chuckled to yourself as you saw the excitement growing in his eyes. You could tell that he was thinking to himself that life didn’t give him enough opportunities to use a flamethrower.

He made an initial pass over part of your driveway and you looked on in shock and awe as the snow and ice disappeared in a matter of seconds. Bishop turned back to you with a proud smile on his face and you couldn’t help but to laugh and gesture for him to continue. You pulled your sweatshirt tighter around you as you watched him proceed to clear off your driveway. There were a lot of moments in your life with Bishop that left you thinking that you couldn’t make it up even if you tried, but this was definitely nearing the top of your list. He walked so nonchalantly down the driveway, waving the flames with as much ease as though he was watering your lawn with a garden hose.

It was quite the image, his kutte draped over his sweatshirt as he unleashed fire on the expanse of your driveway. You wondered if any of your neighbors were watching, and what they were thinking if they happened to catch a glimpse of any of this. No one would start trouble, knowing who Bishop was, but you wondered if any of them would want him to hit their driveways next. You chuckled at the thought of Bishop going from house to house like he was selling Girl Scout Cookies, only he was offering snow removal services by fire.

What you had initially thought was an insurmountable problem, Bishop solved in the matter of about fifteen minutes. He walked back up your driveway towards you with the flamethrower perched back against his shoulder as though it were a rifle. You laughed when you saw the cigar hanging loosely from his lips. It wasn’t even lit—you knew he was just doing it because he knew it would look extra badass and he loved getting a good laugh out of you.

He set the flamethrower back into his truck and you walked over to him, unable to stop smiling and shaking your head.

“Well that’s one way of doing things,” you glanced into the bed of his pickup, “Wouldn’t have ever thought to use a flamethrower, myself.”

He chuckled as he pulled you into a hug, “That’s what you’ve got me for, sweetheart. I’m the man with solutions to all of your problems.”

You rolled your eyes at his cockiness but smiled, “Yea, something like that,” you plucked the cigar from his lips, “Pretty sure that’s a giant fire hazard, though,” you tucked it into the pocket of his kutte before leaning in to give him a kiss on the lips, “Thank you, by the way.”

He smiled, “Anything for you.”

“I thought I was just going to have to ask you for a ride to work,” you laughed, “But this works too.”

“I can come and do another sweep later if you want? Just to be safe.”

You shook your head, able to see right through him, “I think I’ll be alright. Go lock that thing back up somewhere that the guys can’t get to it.”

“Yes ma’am,” he pulled you in, kissing you hard on the lips.

“I love you, you arsonist.”

He chuckled, brushing his nose lightly against yours, “I love you too. Let me know when you get to work safely, please.”

“Of course,” you nodded.

You stepped back and watched him climb into his truck. He offered up one small last wave before throwing his truck in reverse and rolling down your driveway. You stood there for a few moments and admired his handiwork, still unable to fully believe what your morning had been like. With a slight shake of your head, you walked over and grabbed your bags from the front step of your house before locking the door. With a slight sigh, you strolled over and hopped into your car. As you turned the key in the ignition, you wondered how many other people weren’t going to make it in to work, or were at least going to be late. You wondered if you were going to tell them how you managed to make it in, or if that was a story you were just going to keep to yourself.

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uh-velkommen · 3 years

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The White Lotus, HBOMax

Alright four episodes in and things are finally starting to ramp up. My face throughout the whole episode was stuck on discomfort. This show packs so much tension in every 45 minutes that I'm constantly waiting for somebody to pop off or something crazy to happen but instead we get teased with the smallest little plot pusher. Which is working. I'm officially intrigued. I do wish I knew the overall point of the show because that's what would've helped me decide if I wanted to keep up with but now my determination to find out how this all ends is doing just that...

Character breakdown + Spoilers/Predictions

Armond: The manager of the White Lotus resort. I love him in all his poor choices. He's just constant chaos simply because he has the power to create it. He's also the biggest driver of drama. He lies a lot, almost pathologically, and he will carry those lies to the grave for no real reason.

Nicole Mossbacher: Resort guest, Mark's wife, and Olivia and Quinn's mom. She's a pretty basic character who is teased about possibly having OCD and working during vacation. She was pretty chill in the first 2 episodes but every once in a while she says things that gives off I'm a centrist but my views lean a little more conservative.

Mark Mossbacher: In the beginning he's stressing about possibly having testicular cancer because his father died of cancer... Turns out his father had AIDs. He has a depressive episode over his dad being gay and then, while drunk, he inadvertently comes onto the Armond. The next day Armond tests the waters with Sober Mark and we get uncomfortably funny scenes of Armond coming onto Mark in front of the whole family. Mark's a very passive dude who doesn't do anything exciting in the show but we just find out that he has, in the past, repeatedly cheated on his wife and didn't tell her (he told his son that he did tell Nicole but I don't believe it) I think his theme is just being genuinely unhappy with his life at the moment.

Olivia Mossbacher: She's a college sophmore and has many moments where she calls out her parents questionable statements. She carries herself with a weird nonchalance where you'd think she's a mean girl but she's only ever expectedly mean to her brother. However, she brought along her friend Paula and we start to see that their friendship is built on some unspoken competition. The girls do tons of drugs on vacay until Armond gets his hands on them and breaks his 5 year sobriety. This is when and why shit starts to hit the fan. They know he stole the drugs but because everyone avoids admitting to having illegal drugs, no one is ever outright accused.

Paula: Olivia's poc friend, possible hypochondriac, and supplier of drugs, has secret rendezvous with one of the Hawaiian native resort workers. She refuses to say anything when asked about her nightly disappearances but Olivia knows why or for whom Paula keeps sneaking off. We learn that Paula doesn't want Olivia to know about her and her beau because Olivia always wants what she has. My theory is that this wouldn't be the first time Olivia has stolen a partner of hers and I think now because Paula isn't admitting to hooking up with this guy, Olivia is gonna steal him and use Paula's secrecy as a way of blame.

Quinn Mossbacher: Involuntary loner in my opinion. He comes off as a classic video game nerd, obsessed with the internet, cant live without his Switch and Fortnite. He doesn't have any friends and he takes all the teasing from Olivia and Paula without a fuss. But he starts sleeping on the beach alone and keeps running into these amazing sights to see. This is where we start to see him blossom and speak up. Its ever so slow but in episode 4 he actually walks up to a group of guys and introduces himself, interested in their boat related sport[?] (Or maybe even the guys themselves🤞) He's also the only one who knows about the Dad's affair and stupidly hints at it at the family dinner (he's just genuinely stupid).

Shane Patton: Also a resort guest and the funniest character to me. He's your run of the mill self-centered male Karen (Kevin if you will) and he arrives at the resort with his wife Rachel. They're on their honeymoon but so many moments make you question why in the hell did these two get married? He is in an unnecessarily one sided battle with Armond. First the resort accidentally downgrades his room. Armond gaslights Shane into thinking that he never purchased the bigger room. Shane gets a receipt. Armond tells him there's a German couple staying in the receipted room longer than Shane and his wife are there so the room will not be ready for them in time. Shane finds out the Germans are actually leaving wayy earlier. Armond apologizes and books them a romantic sunset dinner on a boat. The boat is actually a funeral where a strange grieving woman, named Tanya, fails to spread her mothers ashes in the sea. Shane confronts Armond and asks for Corperate's number. Armond creates a fake business card and when Shane realizes the number is fake, he bursts into Armond's office to find him rimming a coworker while high on Ketamine. Prediction: Armond's gonna get blackmailed for abuse of power in a classic Monicagate manner.

Rachel: Shane's wife. Rachel's a journalist who actually looked up to Nicole (her job as CEO of god knows what puts her in the public eye) but when she finally got to sit with Nicole over lunch, Nicole calls her out for writing an incredibly slut shamey article, claiming that Nicole used her femininity to get her where she is now. This is the first smack in the face that maybe journalism isn't for Rachel. Well that on top of the constant teasing from Shane about her career choices. Shane's family is much more wealthy than Rachel's and he always finds subtle ways to make it known. Shane also pays her no mind, flirting with Olivia and Paula and battling Armond. Even during their arguments (which happens too many times for newlyweds) Shane doesn't look at Rachel and just gives periodic "mhmm"s and "okay"s. Also Rachel hates the Mossbacher family simply because they all seem to be doing better than her.

Now for the boring ones

Tanya McQuoid: An eccentric resort guest (which is a polite way of saying, a weird ass person who is over polite and basically pushes herself into every other character's drama in the most unintentional way, she's also bad at reading the room) She comes off as calm and quiet but we find out that her mother recently passed and she's in Hawaii to spread her mothers ashes. She becomes creepily obsessed with the resort's massage parlor manager, Belinda, after a complimentary massage and suggests becoming a beneficiary so Belinda can open up her own massage parlor. Her "obsession" could possibly just stem from Belinda showing her an act of kindness during a hard time but I know I questioned Tanya's intentions for at least the first two episodes... In episode 4, some random dude, Greg, shows up and invites Tanya to dinner after "accidentally" mistaking her room door for his own. Tanya postpones a business meeting with Belinda so she and Greg can hook up that night. The presence of these characters feel a little out of place. Unlike the Newly Weds and the Mossbacher family, there is not a lot of plot overlap. Tanya will often pop up to converse with the others and brag about Balinda's skills but she doesn't cause any trouble. Tanya's also very wealthy so I definitely thing this "Greg" has some secret plot to take down Tanya or plant something or steal her cash and unfortunately I do not think Belinda will see anything bright in her future. Her plans will be left on the backburner which I say is unfortunate because she's a kind woc who is just trying to do her job and is clearly very skeptical about going into business with this strange, rich white, resort guest.

Honorable Mention

Lani: A Hawaiian native, trainee at the White Lotus. She shows up in episode one as her first day on the job. Later we find out she's also pregnant and goes into a premature labor on the job. She has her baby and disappears for the next three episode. Come back Lani, Armond has just started getting your name right!

Show Themes

The show does touch on conversations of race and class but I would not consider this a political show or one with an agenda (it's satire). I point out the characters of color here because their race becomes a device used to create tension but not in a Token POC kind of way. All the characters are rich and they are shamed for it by the show writers. By this I mean nobody is spitting in their faces and calling them Climate Killers but the choices the characters make, the things they say, and the way they act gives the viewer something to laugh at. Their ignorant entitlement juxtaposing with the beautiful Hawaiian beaches and tragic Hawaiian history creates an underlying experience of, look at these rich people not having a good time and they can't even realize why! As for the characters, there is plenty of time to sit back and question, is this character a good person, who's the real antagonist, how do these stories intertwine, who do we root for What story is attempting to be told here? What is the message!?

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Episode 27 Transcript: Cas and Andy A.K.A. The Backseat Boys

[intro guitar music]

G: Hello, my name is Grey.

C: And my name is Crystal.

G: And this is Busty Asian Beauties, the Supernatural commentary podcast where I, someone who has seen this show several times…

C: And I, someone who really knows the show through social media, discuss every single episode of Supernatural from start to finish. Also, we are both Asian.

G: Both Asian!

So for today's episode, we will be discussing Season 2, Episode 5: “Simon Said,” written by... Ben Edlund! Directed by Tim Iacofano.

C: Is this Bedlund’s first episode?

G: Yes, it's- I think it's Bedlund's first episode.

C: Ugh. I wish they fired him afterwards, but I guess at least we got 6x20 out of it.

G: I don't- like, I mean, I think we'll get into it later, but you don't like this episode for very specific reasons.

C: I hate this episode. [laughs]

G: Yeah, I don't share the sentiment, so-

C: Yeah.

G: But I don't really like the episode, so I'm not gonna argue for it that much, so if someone is out there being a die-hard fan of this episode, [laughs] there's no representation for you in this podcast.

C: Yeah, sorry, you should probably come back next week.

G: Yeah, sorry! [laughs] Yeah.

So, before going in, Crystal, what did you know about this episode?

C: I knew that we were going to meet Andy, who is a weed-smorking boyfriend with mind control powers, but- he's another one of the psychic kids, but he's generally chill and doesn't want to hurt anyone. I also knew that he had an evil twin, and also that when Sam and Dean find him, like, they're both sort of trying to find evidence that Sam can be good or is destined to be evil, and that's sort of the underlying emotional current.

G: Okay, so we start with this man walking down the street. He's very jolly, he's saying hi to people. His name is Dr. Jennings. And it seems to be, like, a small town where people all know each other. His cell phone rings, and he picks it up, and then we- while on the call, we start seeing visions of something, that something being Dr. Jennings shooting down a place. He hangs up and goes to- a gun shop, I guess? Well, it's not a gun shop. It's like, just a shop with guns in it, which was shocking to me.

C: Yeah, apparently it's a sports equipment shop, so I guess if you're in a state where [overlapping] hunting is a common sport, it would just be a section in the store.

G: Yeah, I guess so. And Dr. Jennings comes up to a guy and asks to look at a gun. At first, the guy hesitates, because I guess Dr. Jennings isn't the type to go hunting, but he gives him the gun anyway. A turkey-hunting gun. And Dr. Jennings is, you know, looking at the gun and everything, acting all casual, and asks for what the shells for this gun is. And the man gives it to him, and then he starts loading up the fucking gun! And at first, the man stops him because this is illegal, but Dr. Jennings shoots the guy. And then shoots himself. And as we see the blood splatter of Dr. Jennings's head, we fade into Sam standing over a sink, washing his face. I love the visual of like, when someone is in distress, they wash their face. [laughing]

C: [laughing] Yeah.

G: Yeah. Like, of course he's washing his face in this moment.

C: Yeah. He's running his wet hands through his wet hair. Like, go girl.

G: Sam is in distress. He obviously just saw this vision. Dean... comes into the bathroom?! [laughs] What a weird scene. Why not lock your door, Sam?

C: He was just washing his face? Yeah, you lock the door if you pee, and you keep the door unlocked if you're just washing your face to have a hot girl breakdown.

G: So Dean comes in the bathroom, and he's like, "Oh, zip-zip Sammy, we have to go," and he notices that Sam is not okay, and he goes, "Oh. What is happening?"

C: [laughing] Also, when Dean comes in, you see him through the reflection in the mirror, and it's all angled weird, and he looks so silly and goofy.

C: So we're in the Impala. Dean's driving again. Boo. And they're talking about the vision. Sam, apparently, wants them to go to the Roadhouse to suss out if the demon is involved in this and where he might be, but Dean says that going to the Roadhouse might not be a good idea, because there's going to be hunters there, and he says, “I don't know if going in and announcing that you're some supernatural freak with a demonic connection is the best thing, okay?” And Sam says, “So I'm a freak now?” And Dean, with the older brother instincts of never being able to comfort anyone and making everything worse, slaps him, and goes, “You've always been a freak.” [laughs] Agh. So fun. Also this is quite similar to their conversation at the end of “Skin” where Sam says that “At Stanford, deep down, I never really fit in,” and Dean says, “That's because you're a freak” and then, “Well, I'm a freak, too.” Except here, now, Sam’s the only freak. [laughs] Sorry, Sammy.

G: So we go to the Roadhouse, and Jo- we see Jo playing an arcade game - a shooter arcade game - as a man watches. And she hits every single deer in the shooting game, and the guy's like, "Oh, you're really good," and hands over a couple of bucks. Apparently, there's like, a bet going on. And as Jo walks away, Ellen comes in, and says "You got hustled, bro," and and shows the high score of the arcade game, and it's all Jo. Fantastic. Go Jo.

I love Jo this episode. What are your thoughts about her?

C: She didn't get that much time, I suppose, and I wish she had more to do than look at Dean, but, I mean, she's fun.

G: Is Jo is our first- yeah, yeah, yeah.

C: Recurring female character?

G: She's like, the first young recurring female character. Like, Sam and Dean's age.

C: Yeah. That's true. The rest of them get kissed or fucked once and then never spoken to again. I mean, I guess you could argue that Meg is a recurring young woman-

G: Oh, yeah!

C: - but she's actually centuries old.

G: Yeah, I mean, I guess she wasn't a love interest, so. Jo is. And like, do you- weird question, I guess, but - do you ship Dean and Jo?

C: Um, I think that Jo is a lesbian. [laughs] That's what I think.

G: Mm. I kind of see the appeal. And I feel like if the environment, i.e. the fandom at the time wasn't so misogynistic, like, it could have been a thing, you know?

C: I like the idea of Dean one-sidedly pining for Jo. 'Cause later, when he's singing the song in the car, I'm like, "Maybe he will become better just by liking her and like, being less like, aggressively masculine," but I don't really see any appeal in them like, actually getting together.

G: Yeah, it's about the slow burn. [laughs]

C: The slow burn that never stops. Well, that does stop and then stops burning and never happens, yes. [laughs]

G: I feel like I should be defending Deanjo in this podcast because, like, I do like them. I do like the idea of Deanjo. But [laughs] I don't like it that much to fucking fight for my life for it, so. [C laughs]

Anyway, Dean comes in, with Sam. [laughs] "I to am in this episode." [C laughs] So Dean says hi to Jo, and Jo makes a joke like, "You can't stay away, huh?" and Dean’s like, “Yeah. How you doing, Jo?” And then Sam comes in and is like, “Where’s Ash?” and Jo’s like, “Oh, in the backroom. Also, I'm okay!” Dean apologizes, says like, "We're in a timetable right now, so, my bad." And we go to the backroom, where Ash is, and Sam and Dean knock. Sam is saying, “Ash, Ash!” and, [laughing] there's a wooden sign by the door that says "Dr. Badass" -

C: "Is In."

G: Yeah, "Dr. Badass Is In," and Dean takes notice and then follows suit, and says, “Hey, Dr. Badass!” And the door opens, and, I guess, I mean, we don't see the lower half of Ash, but I guess he's naked.

C: We don't get to see if his ass is bad or not!

G: You can see that, through his glutes have seen naked.

G: Dean and Sam avert their eyes as Ash sniffs them up? Did you notice that?

C: [laughing] Omegaverse.

G: [laughing] Noo! This is our second episode with in a row with mentions of omegaverse. I feel like-

C: And I'll do it again! [laughs]

G: - people are gonna stop listening to us. [laughs]

C: [laughing] I don't like omegaverse, and I think the premise is inherently flawed, please come back!

G: As soon as Sam and Dean say that they need Ash's help, Ash puts on his pants, and they go to sit in the middle of the Roadhouse. Oh, I forgot to say! The Roadhouse is buzzing tonight, baby!

C: Yeah.

G: It's full of people! Business doing well. Go Ellen. I support a girlboss winning- is that what they say? Is that the phrase?

C: I- think- "I love to see a girlboss winning."

G: [overlapping] I think it's "I hate to see-" yeah, exactly. I love to see a girlboss win.

C: Yeah. So Ash has his laptop open, and Sam's asking him to look up the logo from the bus that he saw in his vision, the Blue Ridge bus line. Apparently, it's only in Guthrie, Oklahoma.

G: It's fascinating what Sam remembers in the visions. Like, do you think it's ingrained in his brain, or is it just like, like, seeing things, you know? Do you think his brain like, just seeing the bus line and his brain is doing a cinematography thing where like, "The bus line is important, Sam! Remember the bus line!" [laughs] Or do you think he's seeing it, like, how you see real life?

C: I think that what we see on screen is what Sam sees in his mind, so yeah, I think we get the zoom in on the bus line. You'd think that Sam would notice that it'd be good to remove the cell phone from that guy, though, but he forgot that part.

So, Sam asks Ash to check if Guthrie, Oklahoma has any demonic signs or omens, and Ash says, "Why do you think that the demon's here?" and Sam and Dean exchange a look like "we're or not gonna say you're psychic," so Dean's just like, "Just check, okay?" There's no signs there. So then Sam decides to ask about a house fire in 1983 that starts in a baby's nursery when they're six months old. He bribes Ash with a beer to look it up, and Ash does.

Meanwhile, Jo is at the jukebox, [G starts laughing] and she plays the song "Can't Fight This Feeling"-

G: Yeah!

C: - by Rio Speedwagon?

G: REO Speedwagon.

C: I don't know this song. REO Speedwagon.

G: You don't know this song?

C: No.

G: This is like, I think this is very famous in the Philippines. Or, like, it's very famous with my dad. [both laugh]

Like, I started cheering and crying, when the song played. Like, yes, go! Because it's so pointed, too, like, especially when you know the lyrics, it's like- the song is about like, removing all inhibitions, you know? [laughs] Like- so it's like- I thought she was making fun of Dean, like she was actively teasing him. So I thought the song choice was very good.

C: Dean makes a judgmental face, and he goes, “REO Speedwagon?” and Jo says, “Damn, right. Kevin Cronin sings it from the heart." And Dean says, "He sings it from the hair. There's a difference." And I think I wrote down here, "Oh, that's why Queen is not in any of the Supernatural soundtracks or title references." And also because they're gay, but also because they have long hair.

G: No, fucking Led Zeppelin- they all have long hair.

C: Okay, then I don't get it.

G: That's just the look of the genre at the time.

C: Then why isn't- I mean, I guess it's because Eric Kripke is homophobic. Is that why Queen is not featured on Supernatural at all?

G: I fucking bet.

C: Okay, yeah.

G: So, [laughing] Eric Kripke, pay for your sins. [C laughs]

C: Jo asks Dean about the profile that Ash was looking for and mentions how she knows that Mary died in the same way. Dean tries to shoo her off, but she says, “I could help.” But Dean says, “No, we have to handle this one ourselves. Besides, if I ran off with you, I think your mother might kill me.” [laughs] Ellen gives him a little glare by the bar, and Dean makes a little scared face. And Jo's teasing him about being afraid of Ellen, and as this is happening, Sam runs up to Dean and goes, like, "We have a match, we have to go," so they head out, leaving poor Jo behind.

G: So, "Can't Fight This Feeling Anymore," like, keeps on playing as the Impala drives off, but now it's Dean who's singing it! A part of me is like, "Aw, Dean is singing," and other part of me is like, "Ew, Jensen Ackles is singing."

C: [darkly] Jensen Ackles. [both laugh] Radio Company, get the fuck out of here.

G: [laughing] Should we do a bit about Radio Company's music?

C: We could do a line-by-line analysis of "Watching Over Me," except there's literally nothing to analyze, and it's not a Cas song because Cas deserves better.

G: Literally.

C: So yeah, I guess we have nothing.

G: Anyway, as Dean is singing, he's singing- he sings right before the chorus, and I was like, "Well, that sucks," that Sam stops him right before the good bits.

C: But it also means that Dan knows the song well enough that he knows the non-chorus lines, which means he must have listened to it a lot.

G: Everybody-

C: I don't!

G: Everybody knows this song. [laughs]

C: [laughing] I don't!

G: I knew this song when I was fucking 4!

Sam stops him by saying, "You're kidding, right?" and Dean's like, "Oh, I heard this song somewhere, I can't get it out of my head," and asks Sam, like, "Oh, what do you have?" And Sam says, "Andrew Gallagher. Born in '83, like me, lost his mother in a nursery fire exactly six months later, also like me." They talk about whether the demon killed his mom, and Sam's like, "Yeah," and Dean asked, like, "How did you know to look for this guy?" and Sam says, “Oh, the premo” - [laughs] he says, “Every premonition I've had,” and like, you've had one premonition outside of your family, Sam [C laughs]. But this is like, the part where Sam reminds Dean of Max Miller, and it's like, "Oh, yeah, because Dean should have forgotten about Max at this point." Sam says, "Every premonition I've had is about someone who was like me," and Dean like, gets up in arms about Sam comparing himself to Max because Max is, you know, a murder. But Sam's like, "Well, the point is he was killing people, and I'm seeing someone kill people, so it may be a similar thing." They talk about where to find Andy. Sam says he doesn't have an address, and he has so many bills that are unpaid, but the debt collectors just let Andy walk away. So that's, like, "Ooh, why is that?"

C: What a king.

C: So we go to a diner or cafe, and there's a waitress there named Tracy who's talking to Sam and Dean. She tells them that debt collectors often come by to talk to Andy, but they always leave. Dean lies about them being lawyers representing Andy's aunt, who left him an inheritance, and Sam starts asking around about Andy. Tracy reveals that she and Andy have some kind of history, and then some other random guy swoops in. He's like, "Andy? Andy kicks ass, man! He can get you into anything! He even got me backstage at Aerosmith once." And Dean starts making an impressed little face, like, "Good taste in music" because [G makes sound of disagreement] as we learn later- no? Is it bad taste in music? Is that the face?

G: Do you know the song "I Don't Want to Miss a Thing"?

C: No.

G: Oh my god. [laughs] Crystal, what do you know?

C: Mitski.

G: I don't think Aerosmith is a good... like, I don't think Dean would be like, "Oh, Aerosmith, yeah, of course."

C: Okay, I guess just because he seemed to like Andy a lot already before they even saw the van, I assumed that he was impressed by this in some way.

G: No. I'm not impressed. So. [laughs] But, alas. Maybe Dean is.

C: Yeah.

G: Yeah, what a weird thing to do, that he doesn't like REO Speedwagon but likes Aerosmith.

C: He's a weird little man.

So Tracy tells them that they can find Andy on Orchard St at the house with a van with a barbarian queen riding a polar bear painted on the side. What a king.

G: Okay, so Sam and Dean are in the Orchard St, and Dean is admiring the fucking van. And it's a pretty cool van! Okay, here's the thing. Sometimes I like, look at myself, and I wonder, "Did I really watch season 2?" [both laugh] Because, like, I'd forgotten a lot of it, and sometimes I just question. Like, I know I did, but sometimes I question it. And then I watched this episode, and I saw that van, and I was like, "Oh, I've definitely seen that van before. I've definitely watched this episode before." And that scene later on, where Andy asks, "Tell the truth," and Dean starts like, speaking without hesitation, like, that scene, too, I remember it so vividly. So, [lauging] I guess we have proven once and for all that I have seen Supernatural.

C: Congratulations!

G: Thank you. And I do remember it. So, good for me.

Dean is complimenting the van, and there's this really funny shot where, as soon as Dean is like, "Oh, that's a sweet van," and then he turns to Sam, who is looking like the most done person in the world. Sam says that Andrew Gallagher is the second guy they found, and every single guy they find that's kind of like Sam are killing people. And Dean starts this whole thing where he's completely on Andy's side. This entire episode, it happens. He's like, "Andy might be good, might be innocent." We know why he's doing this. It's because he's trying to placate Sam and himself that, "Hey, just because you have these demonic visions doesn't mean that you are demonic in nature!" This is where Sam brings up the thing that the demon said, that like, "He had plans for me and children like me. Maybe this is his plan. Maybe we're all a bunch of psychic freaks. Maybe we're all supposed to be..." dot dot dot, and Dean's like, "Killers? So the demon wants you out there, killing with your minds. Is that it? You're not a murder, Sam! You don't have it in your bones." [laughing] Sam's like, "Well, actually, [C starts laughing] I do actually kill, like, a lot of things, so..." And Dean's like, "Those things were asking for it. There's a difference." Which is such a- like, I get that he's trying to placate, Sam, right?

C: Yeah.

G: But like, you just had that moral dilemma two episodes ago where you were like, "Oh my god, what if the things that we killed are not actually worth killing?" or whatever, and now you're like, "Eh. They all deserved to die. It's alright, Sammy, it's alright! [C laughs] It's fine. It's alright!" [laughing] Like, come on, Dean.

As they are having this conversation, a man comes out of an apartment building. It's Andy! He's wearing pajamas and a very nice satin robe. Nice because it has dragons on it, so this guy likes likes a big statement piece. It's a whole thing. Like, Andy is saying goodbye to a woman who is on top of the apartment, and it's, you know, she's blowing him a kiss. Andy keeps on walking and comes across the guy that we saw from earlier, Dr. Jennings. And Sam recognizes the guy, so he goes to follow Dr. Jennings while Dean goes to follow Andy.

C: So [sighs] the thing about a woman in the window. Right after we see her, we see Andy say hi to a man on the street and talk him into giving Andy his coffee, right? And the fact that this all happens in the same sequence, and the vibe we're supposed to get is like, "He's very well-liked and gets everything he wants because he has secret powers" just makes me wonder how much this woman consented to sex with him.

G: At this point, we're supposed to think that. I think it gets shown later on in the episode that he is like, better than that. Like he said, like, he doesn't use his powers like, the girl, you know, the girl dating-

C: Well, he says he's never used his powers on Tracy.

G: Yeah.

C: That doesn't mean he hasn't used them on anyone else, though.

G: Yeah, but, like, to defend him, I guess, like, I think the episode is purposefully framing him as potentially dangerous at this point, so you are supposed to get that vibe, but the episode then like, comes back later on and is like, "No, he's a good guy, he won't do that." So.

C: Mm, yeah, I suppose.

C: Dean starts falling Andy in the Impala because Andy gets in the van while Sam's following Dr. Jennings.

G: So funny that he was like, "I'm just gonna follow this guy in my creaky-ass, old-ass, giant-ass car." [laughs] And he was like, "This is gonna work out! It's fine!" [C laughs]

C: "He doesn't have powers or anything. I'll be chill!" Dean just really wanted to look at that van some more. As as a carfucker, Dean's blood was not in his brain; it had gone down south.

Andy notices that Dean’s following him and comes over, and he says, "Hey." They have a conversation where they're both cheery and smiling so much. Andy's complimenting the Impala, and Dean's like, giggling and twirling his hair and being like, "Yeah, I just rebuilt her."

G: Yeah. There are fascinating shots of Dean's hands that I didn't know what to make out of. Like, he puts-

C: It's because he was tucking a gun back into his jacket.

G: Yeah, he was tucking a gun in his jacket, and then like, it goes back again where he's like, slapping his thigh, like, in enthusiasm [C laughs], and I was like, "Okay, I don't know what to think of this, but proceed."

C: I will say that Dean and Andy fuck in "bad moon rising." [laughs]

G: For real?

C: Yeah.

G: Good for them!

C: Yeah, good for them!

Right in the middle of the conversation, Andy's like, "Yeah. Um, hey, can I have the car?" [starts laughing] And Dean, smiling, goes, "Sure, man!" and he just gets out and goes, "Hop right in! There you go!" And he's just smiling and waving until Andy's further away, and then he's standing in the street, looking like a total loser. Andy's an icon for that. Thank you.

G: This is so fascinating to me, that, even after that, Dean was like, "He's not a bad guy!"

C: I know!

G: [laughing] Like, he really loves Sam so much and he's willing to like, placate Sam so much that he's like, "He stole my car, Sam, it's fine," and inside he's like, fucking crying. [C laughing]

C: Sometimes he can be a good brother.

G: Sam is following Dr. Jennings, and we see what happened in the vision, which is he gets the call, and he's heading to the sporting goods center when Sam goes there. He pulls the emergency alarm, so Dr. Jennings turns away, which is a weird choice, I feel. Like he was like, "Oh, the sporting goods center is on fire, so I'm turning away!" Like, don't you feel like if he was being mind controlled as strongly as, you know, we see later on, like, he would just keep on going?

C: I guess I just assumed that Ansem gave him very specific instructions about what to do, so if the state of the store changes at all, then the instructions no longer apply.

G: Yeah, yeah, maybe.

C: Like a computer program, you know? Like, "Oh, error."

G: Yeah. So Sam stands in front of the store and is just looking. Andy drives by in the fucking Impala, and he's like, "Oh my god!" [C laughs]

Dr. Jennings, meanwhile, gets another phone call, but Sam doesn't see it because Sam is calling Dean about the car. And Dean makes a Star Wars reference, you know, it's a whole thing. And as he's calling Dean, he turns his head, and Dr. Jennings steps in front of a bus. And he dies. RIP.

C: Sorry, bro.

So we see the ambulance put Dr. Jennings away, and Sam and Dean watch. Sam's looking really guilty, and he says, like, "I thought that he was gonna be okay after I kept him out of the gun store. I should have stayed with him."

G: [laughing] The fact that they're having this conversation right there [C laughs] next to a body. [both laughing] Like, the cops are overhearing this random guy being like, "I should have stopped him. I thought he past it." Like, come on, dude.

C: So we're back at the diner, and Andy comes in, looking really upset. He goes over to Tracy and tells her that Dr. Jennings is dead. We don't ever really learn what Andy's relationship to Dr. Jennings is in his adult life at all, do we?

G: Yeah. I think he, like, because it's a small town where everyone knows everyone.

C: Mm, yeah, so he just likes him as a dude who he sees sometimes.

G: Yeah.

C: Yeah. But no one else seems to care, right? Like, Tracy's just like, "I'm sorry, like, I know this hurts you personally," like, she doesn't care that much, so he and Dr. Jennings had to have been like, friends. Closer than him and Tracy, at least.

Okay, so Andy tells her that he was upset and wanted to see her, and they start holding hands. Meanwhile, the guy from the first scene in the diner is washing dishes and probably seeing all this. Tracy tells him that she misses him, and then tells him that there are some guys looking for him, and Andy gets alarmed.

G: Yeah. The thing is, we know Andy, right?

C: Yeah.

G: So we know if he didn't do the killings. But the concept of the - prior, we think it's him, so it's like, this guy literally killed this man just so he can get it on with a girl? [C laughs] Wild! I love that implication. Like, I love that that's where Supernatural goes, because it's like, you do feel so much content for the guy when you just like, have that in front of you, like, at the beginning, right, before you know what's actually going on.

C: Yeah.

G: I don't know, I really like that that's the implication.

C: Yeah.

G: So Sam and Dean are walking. [laughs] They're just walking in the street. They're like, "Okay, we don't have a car. Let's just take a fucking walk." And they see Baby! So- how do you feel, by the way, about calling the car Baby?

C: I thought it was the stupidest, funniest thing I'd ever heard when I heard about it before I was in the Supernatural fandom, but now, I'm used to it now, so I don't even have any thoughts on it.

G: Yeah. That's literally Baby.

C: But like, Dean absolutely fucks that car.

G: Yeah, that's literally Baby! That's literally his Baby.

Anyway, he goes up to Baby, and he's like, "Oh, he left the keys inside!" so they were able to hop in. And Dean figures out that this guy only does mind control using verbal commands. And Sam says, “Oh, the doctor was just on the phone, so maybe he commanded the doctor to throw himself in front of the bus," and Dean's like, "Hm, I don't know. Maybe." And Sam's like, "Excuse me?" And Dean- this is where Dean starts his thing again where he's like, "I don't know. He seems like an innocent guy!" They go down to track this guy-

C: I think that it was a really smart choice to have "Children Shouldn't Play with Dead Things" right before this episode, where Dean is so ready to accuse everyone of everything based off of no evidence, so you can really see how much he is in denial this episode.

G: Yeah. I mean, again, he's vindicated, again, but-

C: [laughs] Mm-hm.

G: But if he wasn't, he would have still been like, you know, like, "No! This Andy guy-" you know. His convictions are really based on subjective as fuck reasons.

C: Yeah. [laughing] Where's your logic and rationality, Dean?

G: [laughs] Yeah. So Sam and Dean approach Andy's van in the middle of the fucking street. In the middle of the fucking street! [laughs] They're crowbarring this guy's fucking van open, in the middle of the fucking street. So they open it, and we see the interior of the car, which is - it has a disco ball, there's fur rugs everywhere, there's a tiger and the side of the van, and there's a fucking bong- that's what it's called, right?

C: Yeah, yep.

G: Anyway, Dean is very impressed.

C: Do we think that Ash and Andy would be a good ship?

G: Ash and Andy? You know what I thought of?

C: What?

G: Well, okay, I'll answer that first, and then I'll say what I thought of.

I think Ash and Andy would be pretty cool. Like, they have the same vibes, but it would be like, too much of the same thing, you know?

C: Yeah, yeah.

G: Like, they're both geniuses who are like, "rock and roll, baby!" You know what I thought? [laughs]

C: What?

G: Like, I thought- when Andy was in the backseat, I was like, "You know what should have happened?" They should have taken Andy under their wing, and it's a whole thing, like, Sam, Dean, and Andy, and then, when Cas comes-!

C: Oh?

G: Andy and Cas would be a good pair, right? They would be like, the backseat boys, and- [C laughs] they're just hanging out in the backseat, you know? Cas is super straightlaced and Andy's like, "Party on, Cas!" and it's a whole thing, and I thought it would have been fascinating.

C: Yeah, that would be cute. And I feel like it would be interesting to see them in endverse as well.

G: Yeah, exactly. I have no idea how Andy's story ends. Like, I've forgotten.

C: Don't most of the psychic kids die in the hunger games near the end of season two?

G: Yeah, but I don't know what happens to him specifically. Like, does he have anything else happen to him before he dies? You know, shit like that.

C: Well, he's gotta fuck Ash, Dean, and Cas first, so that's what.

G: Yeah! You gotta fuck Cas first, bro!

Me. [C laughing] That's my dream.

Anyway, Dean is very impressed. He likes the tiger. Sam picks up the books, and it's Hegel, it's Kant, it's Wittgenstein. And he's also very impressed. And Dean picks up the bong, [laughs] and they're also very impressed. [C laughs]

C: Yeah.

G: What is the normal size of a bong?

C: Smaller than that. [laughs]

G: Way smaller?

C: I'd say so, yeah.

G: Yeah. How does a bong work? [laughing] Let me google it.

C: I don't actually know.

G: "How does a bong work?"

C: I think you put the weed in like, the circular part at the end, and you like, put the fire through the tube at the bottom, and then you breathe in, and the smoke rises?

G: I have no idea what this Redditor is saying. Oh, it's like- you know in pipes, when- I mean I- God. [laughs] I am such a guy, you know? Like, I'm into Led Zeppelin, I had a pipe phase. [both laugh] But you know how in pipes, like, the longer it is, the cooler the smoke gets before it reaches your mouth?

C: Oh.

G: So, like, I think it's the same logic here that, like, the bong exists to cool down the smoke before it reaches your mouth, so like, the longer the bong is, the cooler the smoke? Cool.

C: Yeah, so Sam and Dean are sitting in the Impala. It's parked, they're waiting for Andy or just talking, maybe. Dean's complaining about the food, and Sam's trying to figure out why Andy would kill the doctor. And Dean's like, "If it is Andy," and Sam's like, "Bro, like, stop it. Obviously, the doctor who was mind controlled to die who lives in the town with the mind controller was killed by the mind controller." Dean just says, “I don't think he's got it in him, that's all.” And Dean says, “You're not right about this.” And before Sam can question him further, Andy appears in the window, and he asks them, “Why are you following me?” But there's some kind of effect.

G: Yeah.

C: Do you know- what is the effect?

G: It's like, it just echoes, right?

C: Yeah.

G: Like, "Why are you following me... me... me..." [laughs]

C: Yeah. [laughs] To show that he is compelling them. So, Sam starts lying, going with the lawyer thing, and Andy yells, "Tell the truth!" And Dean goes, "We hunt demons." And Andy goes, "What?" And Dean goes, "Demons and spirits." And I go, "Oh my god, Cas in 'Free to Be You and Me' core!"

Dean keeps talking, he says, “Sam's my brother.” Sam’s like, “Dean, shut up,” and Dean says, “I'm trying,” but he keeps smiling and talking. He says, "He's psychic. Kind of like you. Well, not really like you, but see, he thinks you're a murderer, and he's afraid that he's going to become one himself, because you're all part of something that's terrible, and I hope to hell that he's wrong, but I'm starting to get a little scared that he might be right.” And Andy just goes, "Fuck this. Leave me alone." And Dean goes, "Okay!" But Sam gets out of the car and starts following Andy. Andy keeps ordering Sam to go away, but the powers don't work on him. Sam keeps talking, he says that he knows about Andy's powers, and "it started about a year ago, right after you turned 22, huh? Little stuff at first, and then you got better at controlling it." Andy's getting pretty scared at this moment-

G: I mean, I would be as well. Have you seen how big Sam is in this episode?

C: He's so tall.

G: He's so fucking big! What the fuck? I guess like, we're used to seeing him beside Dean where he's just a little bit big, but beside Andy, Andy is like a foot smaller than him.

C: Yeah, Andy is a short king.

So he tells Andy that his mom also died in a fire, he has abilities, and they're connected. And then he asks, "Why did you tell the doctor to walk in front of a bus?" and Andy is shocked, he says, "What? I didn't." And then we get another Sam vision time. There's a blonde woman at a gas station who is gassing up her car, she gets a phone call, there's like, a vision of fire, and then after she agrees to whoever's on the phone, she starts covering herself in gasoline and then pulls out a cigarette lighter, says, “It's gonna be okay,” and then lights herself on fire. Whoo!

G: God. What a visual.

C: Yeah.

G: The fire here looks so good! It genuinely looks like she's fucking immolating herself! And like, what Dean says later, like, "You can still smell it," it's such a visceral thing to say that I was like- I feel like I was taken to this place, and I saw this woman self-immolate. What a scene.

C: Yeah, it's pretty good.

G: Sam collapses, and Dean catches him, and Andy was like, "I didn't do anything to him!" And Sam relays to Dean that he saw a woman burn alive at a gas station. And then they see a fire truck pass by. Sam tells Dean to go follow that fire truck. And so he does. In the fire station, Dean calls Sam, and the woman is fucking dead. And she's been dead for like, a couple of minutes already, so when Dean arrived, like, that's when she died. So this is not even a head-start premonition. This is like, it happened pretty much the moment the situation happened. And Dean says that Andy was with them when the immolation happened, when the phone call with the woman happened, so it must not be Andy. So Dean says that he will dig around some more. Sam and Andy continue talking. [laughing] Andy tells Sam that his visions suck.

C: Yeah.

G: He's like, "Wait, we all have powers. All of us who this thing happened to, we all have powers. And I have this amazing power that makes me feel like I won the fucking lottery," and also, like, if he just goes to the lottery and he was like, "Let me win the lottery," like, he could literally win the lottery. So like, this guy's fucking solid, you know? And Sam's visions are literally "I see people die." [both laughing] He does get the- he did get the short end of the stick. Wow. I love a metaphor. Anyway, they continue talking.

This one's interesting. This line is interesting. Andy says, like, "It was a gift, my thing," and then Sam asks, "But you still live in a van. I don't get it. You can have anything you ever wanted," and Andy said, "I mean, I've got everything I need." I thought we could linger on that for a bit. What did you think of that line?

C: What do you think that Sam would do if he had Andy's powers?

G: Yeah, exactly, that's like, the question, right? Like, would he- like, would he just tell vampires, like, "Hey. Just die." [laughs] I think that would be an efficient-

C: Well, no, I think it'd be more- now that he knows about Lenore, it'd be like, "Hey, just stick to cows from now on."

G: Yeah. Though the whole point of this thing is like, Sam's comparing himself to Andy, right?

C: Yeah.

G: And he's like, "You have this opportunity for a normal life. A life better than normal, even. Why you're settling to live like me, like, a nomadic lifestyle in a car?"

C: If Sam had these powers at 22, then [laughing] when Dean came over, he would just tell Dean to go away, and then we wouldn't have to watch 15 seasons of Supernatural.

G: I don't think he would do that. I don't know, it's just it's fascinating that the way Sam frames it, like, "You can have everything you've ever wanted," and the reply is "I have everything I need." So are we supposed to think that of Sam? Like, is that what the story is trying to tell us, that like, "Sam's got everything he needs, so he doesn't have to pursue the things that he wants!" which is like, a fucked-up thing to say, right?

C: Yeah. I don't know. Because there's not really that much focus on Sam's hopes and dreams this episode, so it's hard to tell if they are saying anything.

G: When that scene happened, I was like, "Why this line in this episode?" It feels out of place- like, it feels significant because it feels out of place, you know?

C: Mm-hmm.

G: Anyway, so Sam asks, "So you're not really a killer?" Andy says, "I've been trying to tell you that!" and he's like, you know, very playful now. So that's cute. And Sam says, “That's good. That means there's hope for the both of us.”

C: Dean shows up and says that the person who died, her name was Holly Beckett, and apparently, Dean called Ash to run a background check on her, and she gave birth when she was 18 year old- 18 years old, back in 1983, on the same day that Andy was born. So we find out that Andy was adopted. Dean seems really mad that he never brought that up. Like, who cares? Like, why would that be relevant? So they think that Holly might be Andy's birth mother, so Dean says that he couldn't get a copy of the birth records because they're sealed in the county office, and Andy's like, "Well, screw that." [laughs]

They're at the records office, and they have access to all the files. Andy's telling the security guard like, "Everything's fine! Go get coffee!" And then he says, “These aren't the droids you're looking for.” Is that a Star Wars reference or something?

G: I mean, I assume so.

C: Right, yeah, continuing Dean's Obi-Wan Kenobi thing. Dean is very happy at this line. He's like, smiling and going, "Awesome!" He wants to fuck this man.

G: [laughing] I didn't see it that way, but I respect your opinion.

C: Thank you.

So they confirm that Holly Beckett is Andy's birth mother and that Dr. Jennings was her doctor who also oversaw the adoption. And then, Sam, the dramatic bitch, finally reveals, "Oh, I think I know who killed them. Holly Beckett gave birth to twins." Dun-dun-dun! [G laughs] I can't believe Supernatural is doing an evil twins storyline. Like it w- it could work, but it's very funny.

G: Do you know about the other evil twin storyline in Supernatural?

C: Arthur Ketch and-

G: [laughing] Yeah.

C: - what's the other guy? The other not actual guy?

G: [laughing] I don't know! Amazing.

Ketch is like, the worst character in Supernatural. That's probably not true, but he is my most beloathed character in Supernatural, and when he- every time he comes back, I'm like, "Let's just get it over with, guys. Let's just fucking kill this guy." And he never dies!

C: Ugh.

G: Well, I mean, he does die, but, fuck that guy. But his twin- evil twin line is so fucking funny.

C: So Andy is freaking out, he's in shock. He says, “I have an evil twin.” Yeah, Andy. I'm really sorry. Holly put Andy and his brother Ansem up for adoption. His brother's name is Ansem Weems, and apparently, he lives in this town. Dean is printing a photo of him from the DMV, and he looks at it, and he goes "Oh, geez," basically. So he hands the picture over to Andy, who's in shock.

G: Yeah. I just want to say that, like, it's fascinating that they conclude like, we realize in this episode, right, that Mary dying is not like a- not a blood thing. Like, it's not like, "You birthed this child, and then, because I feed him demon blood, you also die." It's a matter of who's there.

C: Yeah.

G: So like, why is it all the mothers then?

C: Yeah!

G: Like, I'm pretty sure a dad was there one time.

C: Azazel's just a misogynist.

G: Literally a misogynist.

C: The only way for these children to survive is if they had two dads. [laughs]

G: [laughing] Yeah.

C: Azazel would just not bother.

G: Maybe that's what happened to the evil twin!

C: So true.

G: We don't see the photo, but we do go immediately to Weber from the diner. If you don't recall - which I didn't, I was like, "Who the fuck is this guy? He looks like Frodo from Lord of the Rings." [C laughs] And he does, doesn't he?

C: Yeah, his eyes, I can see it.

G: Yeah. I was like, "Why are we going to Frodo right now?" And apparently, it's the guy from the diner earlier, who was like, "Oh, the Aerosmith concert," blah blah blah. So it's this guy, and he's talking to Tracy. And- ugh. Yeah. This sucks to talk about. Like, the next couple of scenes after this.

C: Yeah.

G: Weber is talking to Tracy about Andy, and he's asking like, how she feels about him these days. Apparently, Tracy and Andy were together before. He's asking if there's still something there, if they were ever serious. And then Tracy's like, "Um, no," and then she was about to leave. Weber stops him and says, “Tell the truth,” and it has the same echo effect as what we heard with Andy.

Sam and Dean are driving in the Impala, and Andy's in the backseat! And he's doing the exact same pose that Cas does at some point.

C: Aww.

G: And this is like, the moment where I was like, "Andy and Cas could have been a thing and have been so happy," and in a better universe, Destiel is nothing [C laughs] compared to Andystiel. [both laugh]

Anyway, Sam asks, like, "What do you know about this guy Weber?" Andy says, “He acted like he was my best friend in the world, like, kind of weird, tries too hard." Sam starts having a vision again. The vision is - we see Tracy, and she's wearing, like, a nightgown, but a really short one, and she's walking to a dam, and she's standing over the edge of the dam. And then she fucking jumps. So.

C: Yeah, and she's also crying the whole time.

G: Yeah, yeah.

C: Which I think makes this scene a lot more disturbing because the other deaths that we all saw, they were so calm. They kept saying, "Everything's okay, everything's okay." But like, you can see that she is like, suffering and fighting against it.

G: This is why, like- I mean, like, this scene would still be bad to look at - by "this scene," I mean the scenes later on - would still be bad to look at, even if she was like, just placid, right?

C: Yeah.

G: But it's such a weird choice that they made her the only one who's screaming and crying.

C: Yeah, it definitely makes all of it a lot more disturbing to watch. And also, her being in lingerie in this scene is also really disturbing because I was like, "Oh, he rapes her first. Great!"

G: Yeah.

C: Sam starts yelling because he's seen the vision, and he starts trying to get out of the Impala. And Dean like, catches him as he starts falling again.

C: So now we're at the bridge, and Ansem is driving with Tracy in the passenger seat, and she looks really scared. And he starts like, feeling her up. And he says, “I take my ladies here. They like it. Well, I mean, I like it, so of course they do too.” Yay... I love when people say words and how words and sentences exist in the world. So Tracy starts crying and begging to be let go, and he demands that she stops crying, which she does, but I guess it doesn't last.

G: Yeah, like, she stops crying- sobbing, but tears are still falling out of her eyes.

C: Yeah. So he says, “I see what you see in Andy. I mean, he's a genius. He's gonna be a great man someday. But he's my family, not yours. You can't have him. You're not gonna have anything after tonight.”

G: Okay.

C: Okay.

G: This is the part, I guess, where I bring up that, if Andy is a Sam mirror, does that make Weber a Dean mirror?

C: Oh, dear.

G: This is why- especially later on, like, when Weber confronts Andy, right, and he keeps on saying things about family and all that, and I was like-

C: Right. Oh dear.

G: "Damn! Oh god!" [laughs] I don't think it's the intention of the episode, especially not now, not when this aired the first time. But there is this kind of feeling later on where Dean is like, you know, with Ruby, he's like, jealous of Ruby. When Sam lives a life in season 8, he gets angry at Sam for leaving him behind. So we do get vibes of Weber behavior from Dean later on.

C: Yeah.

G: Fun stuff.

C: Fun stuff!

Sam and Dean and Andy drive over to the bridge in the vision, and Sam tells Dean to stay back, and Dean's like, "Yeah, good call, I don't really want to be mind-controlled anymore." And Sam pulls out two guns and starts walking, but Andy stops him and says, “I'm coming with you.” And Sam says, “Andy, no,” like an idiot. Like, you'd think that, if your vision is "a woman is mind-controlled to death," you'd want someone to mind-control her to not die [laughs] with you-

G: Yeah.

C: - but I guess he just wants to keep Andy out of it.

Andy says that “If it's Tracy out there, then I'm coming.”

G: Okay, so in the car, Tracy and Weber are still there. And it is the beginnings of a rape scene. I'm just not gonna elaborate because I don't wanna, but that is what's happening.

C: Yeah.

G: And in the middle of it, he tells her that, like, "After all this is over, you go jump off that dam!"

Sam comes in, and Weber, like, threatens him with his echo voice, but Sam, of course, unfazed, fucking slaps him. Good for him. And Andy pulls- Andy is on the other side of the car and gets Tracy out. Sam takes Weber out of the car as well, and Andy comes around and starts punching and kicking this guy. He's like, "I will kill you! I'm gonna kill you!" and Sam tries to stop him.

C: Boo.

G: Prior to Andy kicking the shit out of this guy, Sam actually tapes his mouth closed because, you know, verbal cues is how they control people. So, when the next thing happens, which is Weber looks intently at Tracy and Tracy, like, picks up a stick and fucking hits Sam in the head, it's a surprise. Because, like, oh my god, this guy can mind control even without verbal cues. Weber stands up, pulls the duct tape off his mouth, and Andy asks him, “How did you do that?” Weber says, “You just gotta practice, bro.” And I guess what I'm wondering here is, like, how would Sam practice his skills? [C laughs]

C: Um, he can't.

G: Like- [laughing] he literally can't. He doesn't know how to make it better. He doesn't know how to make his visions more accurate. And I was like, "Well, that's a bummer that all of these people can practice their powers, and Sam's just like, 'I'm just sitting here,'" you know?

C: Lily can't really practice her powers either.

G: Yeah! Yeah. Do you know what Jake's powers is?

C: Super strength, right?

G: Super strength, okay. So we got super strength, we get telekinesis, we get mind control, we get "just fucking kill people like, with a touch," and then we get death visions. At least Lily's power can be a weapon.

C: Yeah.

G: Like, you know. Sam's powers really are just "Well, people are gonna die around me [C laughs] and if I can or cannot stop them, then, you know, that's gonna be my problem."

C: Yeah. Sam really got the worst power. I can't believe Lucifer like, looked at this, like, group of children, and was like, "I don't want the death touch one. I want the one who gets migraines."

G: The Lucifer thing, I don't think is-

C: Related?

G: Yeah, I don't think- I think it's separate from the- what do you call these kids? [overlapping] Psychic power kids? Yeah. I think it's separate, because the Lucifer thing is more a "Mary and John were destined together to produce viable offspring" type of situation.

C: Yeah.

G: Which also sucks, but.

C: Well, then, what was Azazel's goal in feeding everyone demon blood?

G: I have no fucking idea.

C: Like, for fun? For funsies?

G: [laughs] Yeah. He was just like, fucking Battle Royale-ing these kids for funsies. [C laughs] I guess we'll figure out later on, maybe I'm misremembering.

C: Yeah. Also, you didn't mention that when Tracy was attacking Sam with a stick, Andy uses his powers to tell her to stop.

G: Yeah. At first he says, like, “Stop,” like, normally, and then when it doesn't work, he tells her “Stop it," using her [laughs] as transcript says, "demonic echo voice" [C laughs], which I love.

Anyway, Andy was about to attack Weber when Weber says, "If you don't stop doing that, Tracy's gonna do a little flying." And we turn around, and Tracy is standing on the edge of the dam. And Andy and Weber start talking, you know, like, actual exposition talking. And Weber says that the reason why he is trying to kill Stacy- no that's not her name. [both laugh] Why he tried to kill Tracy is because she's trying to come in between them. And he says, “She's garbage!” and I was like, “Oh my god, this guy's a fucking woman hater,” and then he says, "All of them," and I was like, “Okay, he hates everyone equally.” [C laughs] [laughing] At least this guy said "Women's rights. Women deserve to be hated as much as I hate other people."

C: I mean, I think that him being a serial rapist makes him a woman hater, though.

G: This guy doesn't get any passes.

And Andy says, like, "Are you really this stupid? You learn you got a twin, like, you call me up, you buy me a drink. You don't start killing people!" And then, this is the reveal. I think this is like, the most important part of the episode. Which is that Weber reveals that "he didn't want me to talk to you," and Andy asks, "Who's he?" And Weber reveals that Yellow-Eyes has been talking to him. Dun-dun-dun!

Yellow-Eyes has been talking to him in his dreams, saying that he's special and he's got big plans for him and for the both of them, and that he told him that he has a brother, Andy.

C: Dean starts hiding behind a tree and aiming a sniper at Ansem. And Andy continues, asking, like, "Why did you kill our mom, and why did you kill Dr. Jennings?" And Ansem says, “Because they split us up. They've ruined our lives, Andy. We could have been together this whole time, instead of alone. I couldn't let them do that. I couldn't let them get away with that. No.” I- I don't really understand Ansem, at all.

G: Yeah.

C: Like, why- what is his deal? What are his motives?

G: I guess we're supposed to feel here that Yellow-Eyes has been feeding him, like, shit, I guess.

C: Yeah.

G: He is like- I think one of the reasons why I wasn't compelled by this episode was because the villain, i.e. Weber, is just- he's not compelling. Like, he doesn't make that much sense.

C: Yeah. He's just like, cartoonishly evil.

G: Yeah, he's like, evil to a-

C: Everything he says is laughable because it makes no sense.

G: Yeah, which is like- I think the episode tries to acknowledge that by Andy saying, "Are you stupid? Are you really this stupid?" But still, even if you acknowledge it like that, like, it's still stupid! Like, his motives are still stupid, you know.

C: Yeah. Right, because I feel like if we got a little bit more of his childhood, like, maybe if he was abused or like, horrifically lonely, then I would get why he's trying so hard to have Andy as his brother and like, try to exert control over him, but like, we have nothing. Like, who cares if you have a twin? If I heard I had a twin, I would just go to sleep. Who cares? [laughs]

G: His backstory is that he asked his mommy for like, "Can I have a younger brother?" and the mom was like, "No." [both laughing] And then he was like, "I'm going to be evil for the rest of my fucking life."

C: Soo true.

G: Just get a dog, dude.

C: Ansem sees Dean. He says, “I see you. Bye-bye.” And apparently the bye-bye was enough of a demonic echo command to prompt Dean to try to kill himself. "Bye-bye" is not specific, but alright.

G: I mean, he can like, mind control without using his voice, you know?

C: Yeah, that's true, that's true. So he was thinking-

G: And also, like, does he have magic hearing abilities now too? Like, why can he hear Dean?

C: I don't know. Maybe Dean just stepped on a really loud twig, but it wasn't important to his journey. [both laugh]

Dean's about to shoot himself, Tracy is crying and about to die. And then we hear a gunshot. And it's- Andy has shot Ansem in the back, and Ansem is dead.

G: Oh, just to clarify, Ansem is Weber, because we're using different names. Yeah.

Anyway, it's morning now, and we're still at the bridge, and Andy is talking to some police officers, and he's telling them that "Oh, Weber shot himself, and you all saw it happen" - you know, demonic echo-style. And the policemen are like, "Yeah, yeah, yeah." Sam and Dean are looking at him. Sam says, “Oh, he's getting better at it already.” Which like, I don't know. I don't know if we see- like, I don't know what we see of Andy's powers again, but I hope the next time we see him- okay, do you hope that the next time we see him, he can mind-control without words? Because that means he's been mind-controlling more and more, right?

C: He's practicing, right?

G: Yeah. And maybe that's not a good thing. Yeah. So maybe the next time we see him, his powers should be the same, so that's evidence that he learned his lesson of like, maybe his powers are not for good sometimes. [laughing] Wow. Hashtag nuance! [laughing] Is that what this is? Anyway-

C: Not on Supernatural. [G laughs]

G: As Andy keeps on walking towards Sam and Dean, he walks past Tracy, who avoids his eyes. And he tells this to Sam and Dean, that she won't even look at him.

C: And we're supposed to feel bad for Andy in this situation, and, like, not that much for Tracy, which pisses me off soo fucking much.

G: Yeah. Yeah. And he says that the reason must be because he has never used her powers with her before, but because he did last night, she's scared of him now.

Anyway, Sam says, "Well we should be going" - [laughing] doesn't even acknowledge that at fucking all. He's like, "Okay, cool, dude. We need to go now." And he hands him the smallest piece of paper possible, literally this piece of paper is fucking tiny, and he's like, "I wrote my cell phone number there. You don't have to be alone in this, alright? If anything comes up, just call me." Andy asks what he's supposed to do now, and Dean says, "You be good, Andy. Or we'll be back."

C: [laughs] Jesus Christ, Dean.

G: What a threat! And like, the whole episode he was like, "Oh, Andy is fine, Andy is good, like it's blah blah blah." And now he's like, "If you-"

C: [laughs] "I'm gonna fucking kill you."

G: "If you misstep in one direction- in one wrong direction, you're fucking dead, bro." And then, as Sam and Dean walk away, Sam says, “I was right, wasn't I? That he was a killer.” Dean says, “He's a hero. He saved his girlfriend's life, he saved my life.”

C: She's not his girlfriend, and she has a name. I hope Dean dies, and I hope everyone who wrote this episode dies.

G: Sam says, "Well, he wasted somebody still." Dean says, “Yeah, but he was pushed into it.” And Sam says, "Maybe that's what the demon is doing. Pushing us into things. Max Miiller was pushed. I was pushed by Jessica's death." Dean like, gets fed up, asks what the point of all this is. Sam says, “Right circumstances, everyone is capable of murder. Everyone.” Sam continues on, saying that he heard Dean say to Andy when Andy forced him to tell the truth that he's just as scared of all this as Sam is. And Dean's like, "That was mind control! It's like being roofied! It doesn't count!" Poor Dean.

C: Yeah, okay, but also- Do you think Dean's been roofied? Like, what is the point of this line?

G: Oh, it's like, heavily implied- like, there's like, a story later on in the show where he gets drugged-

C: Oh, right, in the Claire sex trafficking episode, right?

G: Yeah.

C: Yeah.

G: I'm not sure if, like, he does get drugged or he was threated to get drugged in that story, but, yeah.

C: I mean, it's sad that he's making jokes about it. Sorry, dude.

G: Yeah. Sorry, dude.

Dean continues on that they're just gonna find the "evil son of a bitch" and kill it. And Ellen rings them up and they go to the Roadhouse.

C: I'm so- I don't know where to talk about how pissed off I am about the Tracy storyline or if it even should be in the episode, but I feel like this is the last place that I can. I don't know. What should I do?

G: You go do it.

C: Okay. I guess there's a lot of things that I am upset about with how they handled Tracy's storyline. It's- I don't get the point of the rape scene, it just feels, like, excessive, exploitative tragedy porn, especially with the fact that she's crying the whole time when everyone else was placid, and Ansem just keeps talking, and he's like, forcing her to unbutton her clothes and tells her to go slower for him. Like, it's just- it's so much detail, and like, they like, really make it clear how much she's being violated, and I don't think it's necessarily bad to be like, "this is a bad thing that's happening to her," because it is, but I think the point when you do something like that is that you need that character to have some amount of depth beyond just being a victim. The scene when Ansem and Andy are fighting and basically he's like, dangling Tracy in front of Andy like a toy, going like, "Oh, if you don't do what I want, like, I'll drop her!" is so- just the image of these two brothers like, fighting over this completely helpless girl who's like, half-undressed and is about to die is like, really fucking awful to look at. And it's just- and also, like, the very last scene with her, where she's like, just crying in her blankets. Because the way Supernatural works as the show without nuance where everyone looks into the camera and states the scenes- or states the themes- is that the characters that are done justice, I think, are the characters who get to monologue a bit about how they feel. Like, that's my standard of whether or not Supernatural views a character as a person. And the fact that Andy gets the ending monologue about how sad he is that his ex doesn't like him anymore because she almost got raped by his brother, and he has the powers that his brother has, and not like, her at all getting to talk about her feelings, or like, do anything, is just like, really, really disgusting to me, and I hope that Edlund has a really bad life. Yeah, [laughs] I guess that's all of it.

G: I think you can make the argument that like, it's bad because it's supposed to be bad, but like, it doesn't have to be that gratuitous, you know?

C: Yeah. And she still could have gotten to be a character.

G: Yeah. Like, the first part of your statement is like, like, yeah, Weber is supposed to be bad, that's why the whole scene was bad, etc. The part that's like, more egregious is the second part, which is that they don't provide any character traits to Tracy other than, you know, she's a victim of this terrible thing that happens to her, and also like, at the end you're you're supposed to feel bad for Andy specifically, instead of her, who just went through this horrific thing, so yeah.

C: Okay, so we're back at the Roadhouse now. Sam and Dean are at the bar, Ellen’s talking to them. Jo's about to come up to them, but Ellen sends her off to pick up another case of beer, [laughing] probably 'cause she wants to keep Jo away from Dean? Is that the-

G: No! She just doesn't want Jo to listen to the case.

C: Okay, that makes more sense, but I didn't get that. Okay. So Ellen questions about the events of their last hunt, and Dean says that he is not gonna tell her because it's a family thing. And Ellen says, “Not anymore,” and says that she got all of Ash’s research, and, "So you guys think that the demon was the one who burned down Andy's house, and also your house?" Sam says, “Yeah, we think so,” and Dean's trying to hold him back from saying any more information while Sam seems down to collab with Ellen. Ellen asks why, and Dean says, “None of your business.” [both laugh] And Ellen says, "Mind your tongue with me, boy." And she says, “This isn't just your war. This is war. Something big and bad's coming, and it's coming fast, and their side holds all the cards. At best, all we got is us, together. No secrets or half-truths here.” So I guess it's nice that they're setting up the season as like, this war where they have these allies, but I don't know if that is what shakes out. I guess we'll see. So Sam finally reveals that there's people out there like Andy Gallagher, and then he makes a little face and he says, “Like me.” He says, “We all have some kind of ability, a psychic ability. I have visions. It's different for everybody. And the demon said that he had plans for people like us, but he doesn't know what the plans are.” Ellen immediately jumps to “Are these psychics out there dangerous?” and Dean’s like, “No, not all of them!” [both laugh] and Sam says, “Some are. Some are very dangerous.”

Man. Sam is always the one more willing to give like, monsters the benefit of the doubt until they look a little bit like Sam mirrors and then he's like, "Go fucking kill them. Do it! Do it!"

G: [laughs] Yeah.

C: So Sam says that the pattern isn't actually always there because Ansem never had a housefire when he was a child; there was nothing out of the ordinary. So Ellen says, “Okay, so if there's others like him, then there'd be nothing in the system. We wouldn't be able to track all of them down.” And Dean says, “So who knows how many of them are really out there?” Jo shows up again, and Ellen says, “You'd better break out the whiskey instead.” And the episode ends.

G: I love the pose that Jo makes at the end of this episode. Like, she puts her hands on the back of her hips like an old lady, you know? [laughs] And I was like, "Yes, Jo! Arthritis at age 21 rights!" [C laughs]

Anyway, what do you think about this one?

C: I hated it. What did you think?

G: I didn't like it, but I don't think I hated it. Like, I just watched it, and I was like, "Yeah, sure I'm watching an episode of Supernatural," you know?

C: Yeah.

G: Yeah. I don't really have anything else to say. [laughs]

C: Yeah.

G: Your Best Line/Worst Line. What's your best line?

C: I think I kind of liked Dean's whole truth spell moment where he says, yeah, "He thinks you're a murderer, and he's afraid that he's going to become one himself because you're all part of something that's terrible, and I hope to hell that he's wrong, but I'm starting to get a little scared that he might be right." Like, sorry, bro. Sorry all of you.

G: Yeah. I like the- when Sam says, like, "Right circumstances, everyone's capable of murder. Everyone. You know, maybe that's what the demons doing. Pushing us. Finding ways to break us." It's just like, the concept that Sam's life is this one long manipulation to making him worse and worse and worse and worse.

C: Yeah.

G: And then, you know? He still ends up the way he ends up.

C: Yeah.

G: It's like, "Well, what a sweet, sweet lad." Worst line?

C: I mean, probably just anything from the rape scene, but I don't really want to repeat it.

G: or slyness.

G: I guess like, I didn't like Andy and Weber's conversation about- like, their entire conversation is so weird. Like, it doesn't make any sense. Like, the fact that he is killing Tracy for a romantic interest is so fucking funny to me [laughs] because like, it's basically what happens with Dean and Ruby, right? Like, you know.

C: Right.

G: Yeah. And it's like, [laughing] I feel like Dean uninhibited would have done the same thing with Ruby. And it's- I don't know. Like I said, I don't think they intentionally paralleled Weber with Dean, but it did happen, end up happening.

C: Mm.

G: Not the line that I hate necessarily, but it's just a line that- I don't know. I don't think it's the worst line. I think the worst line is like, similar to yours, but yeah.

Okay, so IMDB rating.

C: Not sure. Because we both did not like this episode-

G: But it is plot-heavy.

C: Yeah, and before I watched it, I had high hopes, because I feel like the general vibe that I got from Tumblr was that it was a good one.

I don't know, I think I'm just gonna go 8.2 just like episodes 2 and 3 of season 2.

G: I'll go 8 point... I feel like it would be higher because people like this episode.

Why? [laughing]

C: Yeah.

G: Why? It's so fucking- like, I guess I like Andy. That is true. He is a chari- he's not actually that charismatic, but he is like, an entertaining character to some degree.

C: He did steal the Impala.

G: Yeah, he stole the Impala.

C: And dated Cas.

G: And he is dating Cas.

So, I'll give this an 8 point... 8.3 just to hedge our bets, as we like to say. [laughs] Let me see. [singing to self] Oh my god!

C: What?

G: It's an 8.5!

C: Ughh. Why?

G: Horrific time that I'm having right now.

C: [groans] Yeah. Me too.

G: Last episode was literally a 7.9? A 7.8?

C: Yeah! It was a 7.9, and it was fine!

G: It was a good episode!

C: Yeah.

G: I'm tired, guys. [both laugh] I'm tired of IMDB lying to us.

C: Yeah.

G: One of these just says, "the ep is entertaining and adds to the plot of Sam's arc." So true.

C: It does add to the Sam's plot arc, correct.

G: This one says "by far my favorite episode."

C: For what?

G: For- "this episode is memorable because of Dean's slapstick comedy while trying not to do what he is told via Andrew's mind control." I do agree, that scene was very funny-

C: Yeah.

G: And I remember it so vividly, like, watching it the first time, I remember it vividly, so like, it must have- like, it sticks to me for a reason, and the reason is because it's an entertaining scene. But like, the rest of the episode doesn't make up for it, I feel.

C: Yeah.

G: Like, doesn't live up to it, you know?

C: Yeah. This one says that they liked the episode because Sam and Dean act like equals because they're like, both watching out for each other in different ways, which I guess is true? Sure. I'll take it.

G: Someone says this is the best psychic kids episode.

C: I- "Nightmare" was better.

G: I think "Nightmare" is very upsetting, so people might be turned off from it, you know?

C: Yeah.

G: This one is also ups-

C: Is also upsetting! Yeah, I found this one more upsetting than "Nightmare." I think it just like, depends on your sensitivities.

G: "Andy is a nice example of how the show refuse to treat all supernatural entities as evil." Eh, whatever, I don't really care. [laughing]

C: Eh. Yeah, whatever, I don't care what any of these people have to say. They're all wrong.

G: To me, Andy is Cas's boyfriend, and that's it! [C laughs]

C: So true.

G: I think that's it for this episode of Busty Asian Beauties. Next time, we will be talking about Season 2, Episode 6: "No Exit." Leave us a rating or review wherever you get your podcasts.

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G: You can email us any feedback, comments, or inquiries at [email protected]. See you guys next time! [both] Bye!

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kizzys · 4 years

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Starkid Rewatch: Black Friday 🎁

Let me just preface by saying the intro is absolutely chilling

curt's sniggle is so fucking adorable

They all are actually look at them

I don't know how to feel about the fact that I know the fucking wiggly jingle by heart

There they are - my emotional support paulkins

You're cutting into a heat of lettuce and oH shit a baby

I wanted a salad, but now I have a child

He will never invite "us" over again no labels my ass paul is her family

Can we talk about the way she looks at him here though, it's so fucking soft 🥰

The crowd goes wild as a wild dylan saunders appears

BuT wE aRe InTiMaTe

Thank you for your service. I didn't do it for you.

Okay

OKAY

Soulmate behavior

I still can't get over the fact that we got the softest version of paulkins in black friday

dylan's microexpressions in 'what tim wants' i'm going to cry

Also can we talk about how pretty the set looks

dylan just radiates dad energy

You can try telling me tom didn't adopt lex and hannah after all this i just won't believe you

HE HAS ARRIVED

Lexthan has my heart

They could have made ethan one of those cliche assholes whose only using lex and putting up with hannah but instead they made him soft and caring and the closest thing hannah has to an older brother/father figure to the point where he was ready to give his life to save them

So if ethan got the greyskull hat from a "powerful warrior" this technically means ethan has met or knows miss holloway

lex blowing kisses when ethan sings his part and ethan just bopping along/pretending to be paparazzi when lex does hers

We love a supportive couple

You're either in the smoke club or you're OUT

That better be fucking floss

linda monroe is a complete bitch BUT she can step on me please and thank you

That's called a bribe sir, and it's illegal...or it should be

I hope you don't get a wiggly, I hope you fucking die

'What do you say' is basically just a summary of shipping

curt is me watching my ship interact

sherman and gary are just holding hands and skipping in the background

corey you dropped this king 👑

'Our doors are open' is honestly the best song in black friday

It is to black friday what show stopping number is to tgwdlm

The grandeur, the drama, THE HIPS

So gary and linda have definitely fucked right

Get ready for audits! Audits up your ears! Audits in your yinyang! Audits in your wazoo!

Higarygoldsteinattorneyatlaw

RIGHT IN THE SUBPEONA

Feast or famine is a fucking masterpiece

The chorus part is visually stunning

The music to show me your hands playing when james' cop enters

The first thing ethan asks curt's shopper is if he's okay, pure soul

They kicked his head

His last act was to protect hannah and his last thought was of lex im crying

GIVE ME THAT FUCKING DOLL I'M IN A HURRY

I don't know if you wanna wanna wanna wanna wanna wanna fuck with me miss monroe

The lighting here is incredible

And they both look very hot

Do you see him? Do you see him? Do you see him? Do you see him? Do you see him?

YES I FUCKING SEE HIM!

jaime in a suit is making me gayer

morris rocking the wiggly like a baby

They all went completely fucking feral in this scene its incredible

curt REALLY went for it

Hope you don't mind that I let myself in. Into the oval office?

The audience clapping after everything mcnamara says is honestly a mood

The positioning of the people in the background in monsters and men is amazing. cross and linda - evil; frank, becky and roberts shopper - people who have both light and dark in them; and lex and hannah - good

jingle jangle jingle jangle jingle jangle jingle jangle jingle jangle jingle jangle RING A LING DING

Is it just me or does jon's character look like he's there to fucking murder a child

I mean jeff has a full on beard and even he looks more like a teenager than jon does here

Santa claus is going to highschool: a hallmark-esque Christmas movie starring a bunch of teenagers

Jon's "highschooler":

'Take me back' makes me cry every time its so beautiful

This is such a soft moment

a ReD tRiCyClE

So john and lee are definitely husbands im not taking no for an answer

I've met God, he had nothing nice to say about you

She likes to be tall

'Do you want to play' is honestly such a creepy song

It gives me chills every time

[casually eats an apple in the middle of an evil speech]

Actually its not even an evil speech, cross may be evil but every word of his speech is fucking true

I can't be evil, I'm a status quo democrat

No john don't leave your husband

I'm honestly loving starkid's trend of calling america out on its bullshit

The fact that only the female sniggles have worn the antennae till now and then robert's sniggle is wearing one in 'made in america'

I'm thinking

This was the most creative thing ever and I gasped when I saw it

owen and curt walked so cross and howie could run

lex singing "should I never have wanted" during black friday and paul saying "it doesn't matter what I want" in let it out

Two crucial songs that are character defining points

I don't want your half baked sympathy, when did it save those in need?

Angela's performance of black friday honestly makes me cry every time

[eagle screeching]

They're all into fortnight dude!

An update in songs that make me cry every time - if I fail you

Especially the part where the music switches to 'what tim wants' and he starts singing about jane

Is this some kind of a jOooke?

I've said it before and I'll say it again - he will wiggle has THE horniest choreography in the history of starkid, and that is including all of mamd

Specifically whatever gary and curt's shopper are doing

becky barnes is a fucking badass

I know gary leaves with linda because jon and lauren needed to be in the next scene as paul and emma, but this technically means that gary escaped

tom and becky immediately hugging the girls once they're out of danger i'm soft for them

Can we talk about how paul and emma were basically ready to adopt tim

Wear a watch

Everyone else is looking at their hands during what if tomorrow comes, but paulkins are looking at each other 🥺

Yes I am back on my paulkins bullshit

I never left

Also paul, despite his deep hate for musicals, sings in 'what if tomorrow comes'. Do with this information what you will

I know the most probable scenario is that they all died in the end but I refuse to believe it

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notmrskennedy · 4 years

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Professor, pt2

A/N - here’s part two to my little prequels - it’s the last one I’ve got written, but just know that they definitely fall in love later in my head. It’s just that the ‘in love’ part turned into Friendliness so there’s that. Thanks for sticking around bc y’all make my days

Summary - A certain professor makes another unexpected appearance and friend?

W/C - 2.6k

Warnings - there’s a brief stint of depression and a bit of swearing i’m sure (but what’s new)

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Nearly 50 hours of no sleep later and Spencer Reid is sure he’s hallucinating. He knows that the hallucinations come later, that it takes more like seven or eight days to get that bad. But he’s tired and hadn’t slept on the plane and there’s no amount of coffee that’ll convince him he’s awake enough to think the scene in front of him is real.

Because there you are, arguing with an FBI agent. While in handcuffs. He notes the darker hair and the new style and the impossible amount of dirt you’re covered in. What a weird thing to hallucinate after a bone chilling case. He hasn’t seen you in three years—by all accounts, he should’ve forgotten your face already.

“I heard she got caught shipping body parts,” Emily says, appearing next to Spencer. She’s more put together, having passed out for the four hour flight. Her hair’s tied up and she’s got airplane coffee in her hands. He wonders if this is any more real before he hears you shouting from him.

“Thank God,” you call, trying to wiggle out of the man’s hold, “Dr. Reid! Tell them I’m not crazy.”

He hesitantly leans over to Emily. “This is real, right?”

“Yep.”

“I’m not going to sleep tonight, am I?”

“Nope.”

“See you on Monday, Emily.”

“See you then, Reid.”

And he’s trudging forward, waving at the other agent while stifling a yawn. He forces his eyes open and checks his watch. 2:37 AM. Is he going to catch the Metro? Or is he sleeping on Hotch’s couch again?

The pleading in your eyes says Hotch’s couch and he doesn’t argue.

“Hey, Kazinsky,” he yawns, stopping a full two feet from you and your inhumanly large captor. “What’s the—what’s the charge?”

Kazinsky shakes his head, not daring to let you any slack. You’re bouncing on your toes, trying to contain yourself. He gets it. It’s not everyday you get arrested. He hopes. But ever forgetful of the whole being arrested bit, you keep jerking to move the hair out of your face. Kazinsky takes it as trying to escape and jerks back harder.

“We picked this one up for transporting illegal…stuff, Doc,” Kazinsky mutters with half a shiver. “Thought I signed up for white collar, mail fraud type stuff. Not unpacking human remains type stuff.”

Spencer pinches the bridge of his nose. Scrubs his hands over his face. Takes one more long look at you, obviously losing your mind. He knows a lot can change over three years, but you never seemed the ‘illegally transporting dead people’ type. Until he remembers your fun fact from that lecture all those years ago.

“What happened?” he sighs.

All too tired for this bullshit, he wishes he could force the story out faster, but your face just keeps contorting with the story you’re so obviously trying to spin for both of them. You try to pull out of Kazinsky’s gorilla grip again, and Spencer notices the way Kazinsky winces every time you pull. Something wrong with his wrist?

“Dr. Reid,” you finally begin, “I was in Guatemala, studying these mummies we found in a cave. One of the bodies just needed further examining and so I was just shipping it back because it’s not like I can stuff a two thousand year old body in my carryon.”

All Spencer can do is raise half an exhausted eyebrow that prompts you further, red tinting your cheeks.

“Look, I’ve been trying to tell Mr. Man Hands over here that I’ve got the paperwork in my bag, but after our little disagreement, I’ve been arrested.”

“Disagreement?” Kazinsky snorts. “You tried to dislocate my wrist!”

“Well, I can’t help it if you don’t announce yourself before grabbing me.”

Whatever desperation and pleading you’ve had, you’ve thrown out the window to stare down Kazinsky. Spencer has a new appreciation for the fact that he’d been wrong all those years ago. You aren’t fragile. You’re as strong as a femur bone with all of the—probably justified—anger of a bull towards a matador.

But you turn back to Spencer and your gaze softens. Melts into the young professor he met all those years ago. He’s gotten over his crush—he’s definitely in love with Maeve—but you’re objectively beautiful. Despite the self-cut, terribly choppy bangs, or the light dusting of brown dirt that you’ve covered in. You’re pleading for his help, he knows it, but he just wants to go home.

He’s reminded he’s better than walking away and ends up giving Kazinsky a tired sigh. “I’ll take her off your hands for you, Kazinsky.”

He wonders vaguely what Maeve will think of this when he calls her in 24 hours. He wonders if she’ll appreciate the gesture he’s made for an old acquaintance. No matter what though, he knows she’ll gasp and giggle and say something like ‘oh those anthropologists! Such a funny sort. At least it’s a better science than geology!’ and they’ll laugh together like old lovers.

Kazinsky drops you in Spencer’s lap and runs. Human remains could be the BAU’s problem for all he cared. He liked mail fraud.

Once Kazinsky’s out of sight, Spencer pulls the handcuff keys from his pockets and pulls the cuffs off of you. You breathe out a thankful sigh, trying to rub the future bruises away. You turn back to face him, tucking your hair back behind your ear, studying him through your lashes. He can’t be bothered to notice anything much more about you. He’s dead on his feet.

The hand you place on his elbow jolts him away. Your eyebrows scrunch and he swallows at the concern. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” he sighs, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “I’m just—we’ve been working an abduction case. 48 hours non-stop—“

He yawns again and you can’t help but mirror. “Did you know that chimpanzees and dogs are also empathetic yawners?”

He smirks. “I did know that. Seriously though y/n, what’s up with the body?”

“I promise it isn’t illegal,” you rush out, just to receive a raised eyebrow. “The Institute I’m working for made some kind of deal with the Guatemalan government that I’m not really privy to, but I’m the only one qualified to handle the remains. Plus, I’ve got a reputation for being found with body parts so its—it’s not as bad as it sounds.”

He sighs again. He wants to tell you it sounds worse. That it sounds like you’re stealing on behalf of the Institute. That they’re doing what museums always do—pilfer and loot. But you sigh and hang your head and don’t exhibit one sign that you’re trying to trick him. Sure, you might’ve lied a bit about manhandling Kazinsky, but you sure as hell seem like a doctor just trying to do her job.

“Look, call my boss. He’s waiting for me anyway. I’m sure the paperwork just got lost or customs is just as stupid as I think they are.”

Spencer nods. He pulls his phone out and punches in the number you rattle off. In ten seconds he’s speaking with Dr. Russel Bailey, head of the anthropology department at the Institute. There’s a quick relay of ‘yes, she’s authorised to have the body’ and ‘no, please don’t arrest her’ and ‘we’ll sort this out in the morning’.

And once he’s hung up, you’ve already got your car keys out. “Do you need a ride home or anything?” you ask and quickly tack on, “I’m just trying to say thank you. Promise I’m not creepy.”

Spencer laughs and nods and drags his feet after you. He does need a ride home because he knows he’ll fall asleep on the metro. You talk incessantly about your trip to Guatemala on the walk down to your car, and he knows he should be listening. But he can’t. He’s too busy moving one foot in front of the other.

And by the time you’ve punched his address into the GPS, he’s fast asleep, softly snoring.

Maeve was dead. Maeve was dead. Maeve was dead.

Nothing else really matters now, Spencer thinks on repeat. She was the only good thing I had and now she’s gone. Maybe I don’t even matter.

There’s brief moments between this line of thinking where he can listen to the three dozen voicemails he gets left everyday. Telling him that they’re there for him. Telling him it’ll be okay. Telling him it was okay to grieve.

Was it grieving if he just wants to melt into nothingness? To die without actually killing himself?

It’s during one of these brief moments that he gets the voicemail he’s accidentally been craving. He doesn’t want to want it. He doesn’t want to want anything. He wants to melt and starve and wither until no one thinks about him ever again. Because she’s not here and he can’t for the life of him figure out why he wants you.

You’ve been gone. Researching your way through the Sacred Valley in Peru, making nice with the locals and scavenging bones like an angelic vulture. You’ve been there for the last month and can’t possibly know about Maeve’s death—it takes him another hour to get back to thinking about you. It’s still September, he thinks, and you’re supposed to come back around now. At the end of the month, he’s supposed to pick you up from the airport.

Because after saving you from an arrest, you’ve been exchanging noncommittal letters and phone calls. He’s got a thin stack of photos that you’ve sent from your trip. But you aren’t Maeve. You never were. You never will be.

He doesn’t know why he wants you to call him, but he does.

Maybe it’s because you’re new, you aren’t tarnished by the history of Spencer Reid. Maybe it’s because you’re the only one who doesn’t treat him like he’s labelled: fragile, handle with care!

He listens and your voicemail is a sort of sing song. “Hola Spencer! I’m calling from some Peruvian payphone. I should be in the states in a little over 24 hours. I’ll call when I land. Hasta mañana.”

The next voicemail comes with: “Finally got back to the apartment. I didn’t think I’d miss the sound of guinea pigs running around. Weird. Anyway, call me when you can.”

And the third: “Spencer, seriously, why aren’t you picking up? I’m not going to have to break in, am I? Call me back.”

Culminating with: “Reid, I swear to fucking god. If I find you dead in that goddamn apartment, I’ll beat your body so bad you won’t make it the fucking afterlife.”

There’s a knock. One he won’t answer. One he doesn’t want to answer. He doesn’t want the pity or the advice or the dejectedness. He wants to float down a river and drown.

The knock becomes a little more insistent. And now there’s voices attached. He can make out JJ’s voice, “He’s—he’s going to be okay. He’ll come back out when he’s ready.” Following is who he thinks is Penelope, though if it is, she’s far too quiet. One set of feet retreat. He can see the shadow from a pair of shoes and he wonders why Penelope is staying so long. Maybe she’s brought another basket.

There’s one more knock—probably to ensure he’s not coming to the door—before a jiggle to the knob. And swearing. And jostling. And squirming. And pop. There’s a distinct swinging open of the door and a pair of boots tapping over his hardwood.

Maybe this is how he dies. Miserable. Covered in snot and tears. Slippers half on. Depressed on the couch.

“God, you idiot,” a voice breathes, pausing to take in the disarray. He vaguely remembers redecorating—throwing everything everywhere. The feet become more impatient and frantic and heavier. His doors all open and close and he can’t bother to correct the burglar. He’s right here, waiting, patiently waiting, for this intruder to kill him.

A fantastic way to die. He wonders if you’ll want to look at his bones. You’ve mentioned wanting to.

“Sound off, Reid,” you command. He knows its you. No one else could replicate that tremble in your lips, the break rolling off your tongue.

“Y/n,” he croaks and he wonders how long ago was the last time he spoke.

Light streams in as you flick open the curtains, bites into his skin with a hiss. You take in his disheveled state with no apprehension. Like you’ve expected this. Like you have no pity to give him. Maybe this is why he wanted you to call.

“You broke in,” he mumbles and you shake your head.

“I wouldn’t have to,” you begin to yell, just to lower your voice and grit your teeth, “if you would’ve fucking answered the door.”

You always say there’s a time and place for everything. There’s nothing to top the word ‘fuck’ and he knows that you’re beyond angry. Beyond concerned. Beyond terrified for him.

“What happened, Spencer?” you whisper, moving to sit down on the floor in front of him. You’re close enough he can smell your perfume, see the pleading look in your eyes. There’s no pity. If he could find the words, he couldn’t thank you enough.

He could reach out and hold your hand, but that seems too far. Too much. So he swallows down the tears and whispers back, “Maeve died, y/n. She died because I let her.”

“Stop it,” you order. You’ve got a hard set in your eyes, the kind that he last saw when you stared down Kazinsky. “Stop that right now. You can’t stop the world from spinning, Spencer. You can’t stop the sun from coming up. You can’t stop what you don’t know to. I might not know all the details, but I know you. You’re a diligent man and I wouldn’t expect you to do anything less than everything for the woman you love.”

You place a delicate hand on the couch next to his and you sum everything up very gracefully. “Hindsight is a bitch, don’t let it make you hers.”

He can’t stop the twitch of a smile. Can’t stop the crack of happiness that bleeds out because you’ve decided to be so ridiculously you. No one’s ever called him diligent before and seems more fitting than fragile.

“She’s still dead,” he settles on and makes the bold move to slide his fingers under yours. It feels like such a betrayal to Maeve—is he supposed to touch another woman when he couldn’t even touch the love of his life?

You just squeeze his fingers, warm and present and decidedly alive. “Yeah. She is. You’re welcome to wallow for as long as you want, but you need to eat. We’ll see if I can remember how to cook with modern appliances.”

Your smile is contagious enough that a fleeting smile reaches his eyes. You pat his hand and stand. “I’m going to the store, and taking a key this time. I promise I’ll be back. I’m stickier than a public indecency charge.”

You chuckle for the both of them and carefully make your way out of the apartment. He listens as you take a key and tries his best to psych himself into a fit of hunger. It isn’t until you’re singing in Spanish, something sizzling on the stove, that he realises that the pain in his gut is the hunger, and not just misery. That he should probably get up for at least a minute. Just to satisfy the curiosity of what that smell is.

Maeve would’ve liked you, he decides. Maeve would’ve really liked you.

And it’s the first peaceful thought he’s had in weeks.

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