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beecauseevan · 2 months ago

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For the prompts!! How abooout..... some kind of secret or like sneaking around? But not in a cheaty way lol in a cute way

"Hey. You wanna go for a run?"

"Uh." Buck glances at his phone. He's curled up on the couch, still wearing the sweatpants he slept in. There are pillow creases on his cheek. It's a nice Saturday morning, early enough that Chris won't be up for another hour at least, and if he asked Eddie to stay, tried to convince him to give a different kind of cardio exercise a try, Eddie wouldn't need much convincing. Instead, Buck says, "Maybe not today? Tomorrow?"

"You didn't want to go yesterday either," Eddie points out. "Not every day can be arm day, Buck."

Buck's sleep-warm face twists into a smirk. "You like my arms."

"That's," Eddie clears his throat, and tears his eyes away from the arms in question, currently sticking out of an old gray t-shirt that's way too tight around Buck's shoulders. It must be one of Eddie's, and that—that adds a whole other layer. "That's not the point."

"Tomorrow," Buck offers again.

He says it like he expects Eddie to protest, like there's something—off, about tomorrow. Something Eddie should remember. Eddie wracks his brain for a solid minute, but he can't think of anything except,

"I'm not going running tomorrow. Tomorrow is gym day."

Buck smirks, clearly pleased with that answer for some impossible reason. Before Eddie can wonder about that, Buck gets to his feet and pulls him into a lingering, toothpaste-flavored kiss.

"There's a treadmill at the gym."

He bites the words into Eddie's jawline and Eddie shivers, arms winding around Buck's waist to keep him close.

"Tomorrow," he confirms, against Buck's lips.

"Tomorrow."

"Okay," Eddie says, and pulls away. Buck chases his lips, which is its own kind of intoxicating, but Eddie stays strong. "I gotta go. Or I'm not leaving."

"If that's supposed to be a threat, it's not a good one," Buck says, but he lets Eddie go.

It's a nice September day, warm without being hot, breezy without being uncomfortable. Eddie gets his five miles in easily enough. When he gets home, Buck is still in the living room, still in his PJs. He's talking on his phone now, eyes shifty and voice hushed, and when Eddie enters the living room, he hangs up immediately, without so much as telling the person on the other end goodbye.

"You're back!" he says, and where he was whispering just moments ago, his voice is too loud now, and the words come out too fast.

"Yeah," Eddie says, coming to a halt a few steps away. "Who was that?"

"Bobby," Buck says.

He holds Eddie's eyes when he says it, and Eddie shrugs. He has no reason not to believe him—this is Buck. Eddie trusts him with his life and with his heart.

Except—what if he got caught up in something bad, or—no. Buck would tell him. He doesn't do that kind of shit anymore. Not since the will.

"What's for lunch?"

"Am I your 50s housewife?"

"Do you want to be?" Eddie smirks, and doesn't try to dodge the kick Buck aims at Eddie's shin, because he deserves it.

"Chris requested Isabel's tamales," Buck informs him. "Thought I'd make enough that we'll have leftovers tomorrow."

There's that look again, like he expects Eddie to object. Eddie wouldn't dream of objecting. Ever since Isabel gave Buck her secret recipe a few months ago, Buck has been working hard to perfect it, and he's come pretty damn close. It's a pretty time-consuming dish for a random Saturday, but if Buck is up for it…

"Gotta listen to Chris."

"Uh huh." Buck gets up and stretches. His too-tight t-shirt rides up and Eddie's eyes get stuck on the stripe of skin it reveals. "You have no skin in this game, huh?"

"None," Eddie confirms, and leans in to kiss Buck's cheek.

It's a short way from Buck's cheek to his neck, and Buck lets him play for a minute, before strong hands find Eddie's shoulders and push him back, gently but firmly.

"You're gross. Go take a shower."

Eddie doesn't even pretend to be offended. "Join me?"

Buck looks between his phone and the bathroom door and Eddie, and throws the phone on the couch. "Race you."

The next morning, when Eddie is getting dressed for the gym, he can tell from the strange look on Buck's face that he's going to be alone again.

Eddie turns away from their closet mirror, away from Buck's reflection, and faces the man himself. He looks good, tangled up in their sheets on Eddie's side of the bed, but that's not enough to distract Eddie. Not today.

"Come on."

"Sorry," Buck says immediately, propping himself up on his elbows. "I know I said—but I just didn't sleep well." He's interrupted when his phone dings, discarded on the nightstand. "Sorry. Tomorrow. Promise."

Eddie wasn't that disappointed to begin with (though he does love watching Buck work out), but when Buck tells him that he didn't sleep well, any other emotion he might have been feeling is replaced by concern. "Are you okay? Nightmares?"

"No, no. I'm okay." Buck reaches for him, grabs Eddie's wrist to pull him closer, to pull him down, to kiss his cheek. "I'm okay. Promise. Have fun, yeah?"

He gives Eddie a little shove, and Eddie goes, but his head isn't in it today. He's lucky he doesn't pull a muscle, because the whole time he's at the gym, his thoughts are back home, circling around Buck's strange behavior.

What if he is in some kind of trouble after all? Or worse—what if he's sick? After the clot, Eddie wants to believe that Buck wouldn't hide a health issue, but he can't be sure, and what if—

By the time he gets back home, he has all but convinced himself that something is wrong. It's Sunday, though, so that means Chris is home, and Eddie can't really stage an intervention. That's fine. He's going to give Buck until tomorrow to tell him, and if he's still keeping Eddie in the dark then—shit.

Eddie barely wants to think that far. They haven't had a real fight since that day in the grocery store. He really doesn't want to break that streak.

He's frowning to himself when he unlocks the front door. He doesn't want to have a fight, but if Buck doesn't tell him, then Eddie will have to find out for himself. Because if Buck is in some kind of trouble, if Buck needs help, then—

"Surprise!"

Eddie freezes. His living room is filled with people. Front and center stands Buck, smiling brightly, and right next to him Chris, who's left his teenage scowl in the closet for once.

"What—" Eddie starts.

"Told you he forgot," Buck tells Chris, who sighs heavily.

"How do you forget your own birthday?"

And it's not that Eddie forgot. It's just that there's been a lot going on, between work and therapy and raising a teenager and—

Buck's smile is as blinding as the September sun. "You gonna come and hug us or what?"

Eddie doesn't have to be told twice. He's suddenly very fucking glad he took a shower at the gym. He crosses the room with two large strides and hugs them both like they're his lifelines, because they are.

A birthday party. They're throwing him a birthday party.

"This is what all the sneaking around was about?"

Buck pulls back and gives him a smile, apologetic and still beautiful. "Thought I was being subtle."

Eddie laughs, loud and bright, relief and gratitude washing the fear from his bones.

"Not even a little bit," he says. "Jesus Christ."

He releases his boys and looks around the room, at everyone else, at his family.

"Told you we shouldn't have let Buck plan it," Chim says, but his smile takes the sting out of his words.

Hen snorts. "You suck at keeping a secret even worse than he does."

Maddie is the first to come forward, hugging him while Chim and Hen continue to bicker. "Happy birthday, Eddie."

"There's cake out back," Bobby adds, a dozen hugs later, when Eddie is feeling warmer than he has all day.

"Cake!" Jee-Yun yells, making her priorities clear, and Eddie can't fault her.

He ruffles her dark hair and smiles when she giggles. "Let's go."

Somewhere between the living room and the backyard, Buck's hand finds Eddie's.

"So? Was it a good surprise?"

Eddie exhales a grateful breath and leans in to kiss his temple. "Don't do that again. I was worried."

"Sorry," Buck mutters, and he sounds like he means it, and Eddie loves him.

"But yes," Eddie adds. "It was a good surprise."

Buck lights up as the guilt melts away, and he raises Eddie's hand to his mouth and brushes his lips across Eddie's knuckles. "I love you."

"I love you more."

"It's your birthday. So I guess I'll let you get away with that."

"Damn right you will," Eddie says, and tugs him through the backdoor into the bright morning. "Come on. I've heard there's cake."

#buddie #buddie 911 #eddie diaz #evan buckley #buck x eddie #buddie fic #buddie fics #mine #q

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naavispider · 2 years ago

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Hi what do you think about au with transgender spider? I don't know why but he gives me transgender vibes. It seems to me that from such a version Spider would reveal himself very young. What do you think the reaction of the Sullys, the scientists, the clan in general, and Quaritch and his squad in particular, would be when they first met and on their missions?

I love this idea! Spider is so strong and brave and true to himself already that I completely agree with you that he would come out very early on. He doesn't give a shit that he's the only one amongst the humans who is half naked and wearing blue stripes, so why would he care that he has the wrong the body parts to be a boy? He knows he can be whatever he wants, although it's of course deeper than that. He is Na'vi, so he shows it. He is a boy, so he's confident expressing that too.

As this is set so far in the future I would love to believe that the humans who stayed at Hell's Gate and helped raise him wouldn't bat an eyelid. And if anyone was surprised or unsure of Spider's decision, it wasn't exactly something that would get Spider down or convince him to stop. By the time he's 9 he's spending most of his time in the forest anyway. The science guys barely see him and let's be honest, they probably forget he exists most of the time (apart from Norm, Max and maybe one or two others).

The Na'vi definitely don't give a shit, you know most of them don't want their kids to play with Spider on the count that he's human, let alone that he is a different gender to what his body parts suggest. It's the least of any of their worries. Neytiri doesn't really get it, but also doesn't care anyway, and Lo'ak, Kiri and Tuk are all delighted because they've called Spider a boy ever since they've known him. In their eyes, Spider has gotten all nervous to tell them something they already knew.

"What do you mean? We already call you him and his!"

Kiri is the only one who looks at him differently - but it's in a positive way. She sees the bravery Spider shows everyday, expressing his true self more than anybody else she knew, staying true to his spirit. If that didn't make him one of Eywa's children, she didn't know what would.

Neteyam is slightly slower to keep remembering pronouns etc because (being the oldest) he knew Spider before he fully came out. However, if an odd pronoun does slip out, it is quickly corrected and apologised over (Spider teases him about it) and within a few weeks that's that. It's just natural. Jake has a similar reaction to Neteyam, having known Spider for several years before he transitioned, and he had a hard time explaining it once to Neytiri. After the kids had finally all settled down to sleep, she asked Jake what Spider was doing, changing the way he wanted people to talk to him. Jake had his work cut out trying to explain that it was much more than just that, that Spider really was a boy inside, he had just been lumped with the wrong body parts to prove it. Neytiri (being completely oblivious) asked if it was a sickness that made his body be born wrong. She tried to imagine having the same problem as Spider, and realised the kid had it tough. Still, he was human, and the demon Quaritch's son at that - he would only bring them ill-fortune eventually.

Now, when Quaritch finds Spider in the forest with Lo'ak, Kiri and Tuk, things go differently. Quaritch asks him his name and the boy gives it. Quaritch frowned, the name 'Socorro' bringing hope to his chest, but he couldn't piece the jigsaw together. He remembered holding his daughter in his arms, cradling her as she slept, watching her as Paz recovered from the birth. His child wasn't called Spider. His child was a girl. She was named after his mother. He knew for a fact that Paz hadn't had any other kids.

"[dead female name of your choice]?"

"Nobody calls me that."

"I figured they sent you back to Earth..."

"You can't put babies in cryo, dipshit."

Well, shit. It really was... her. His frown deepened. He signalled to Prager to take hold of Spider again. "Take her over there..."

Spider hissed. "It's him, dickwad!"

Quaritch turned as the kid was wrestled away to wait for extraction. He needed to call this in, but as he did so he watched the struggling child, spitting curses in Na'vi and conversing with Sully's kids.

He'd been gone 16 years. He knew the world had changed and moved on since the real Miles Quaritch died, but he didn't realise just how much of his past life he had lost, and just how much he was about to gain back.

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maryhadalittlehobby · 5 months ago

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Interview with the Vampire S2E7- Liveblog

I could not prevent it

Why are Claudia and Louis not communicating telepathically. He is screaming out to her not even knowing if she is around. He even says he he didnt know if she was alive but surely telepathically would be better but I guess he is panicking

I love the mutual respect Daniel and Louis have built. Louis says I am talking now and Daniel shuts the hell up. AND APOLOGIZES

God Santiago and his blue eyes shadow are SERVING (looks and injustice!)

Louis says the vampires 'used their collective powers to disorient their minds, their hearing(jaws compressing the skull)' him and Claudia when they tried to speak out. The shaky camera was cool this first time

Claudia looks ok after coming out the rat box is lol, Louis looked more f-ed up

God Madeline is out of it! Sis is on a different planet. What did Santiago do to her?

When I saw their tendons cut in the trailer I started crying, I just knew we were in for it but the trail as a whole wasn't as bloody as I thought it would be

This swelling music introducing Lestat was beautiful. Can't lie it had me smiling

Walk walk fashion baby

Claudia's withering look and Louis look of pain. My heart

That first look that Lestat gives its almost like a marionette very unnatural

He is looking SNATCHED in that pinstripe suit. But also lets talk about the pinstripe because we know LAST season the costume designer said they used stripes when the characters felt imprisoned

Louis face when Lestat says its a story of LOVE. Lestats wet eyes god these two

The Vampire Sam blocking Armands exit. Armands?! Sam?!? If it were Celeste or any of the others we have seen more ferocious or active in the coven anyone might have bought it but SAM lol

Armand told Louis he was held captive and his punishment was to watch ok Jan

I LOVE the animations. Lestat doing a entrechat six into the dirt (that ballet knowledge coming in handy!)

He slept for 100 years saying his only sustenance the ancient blood already inside him. AKASHA??

ugh the look of disdain Lestat gives Santiago for being forced to play long/recite these lines

Be precise in your declarations advocate🤝🏾 we should get ever y detail right

Louis favorite cuss is definitely Fuck lol

I love the irrdecent glint they have added to vampires eyes this season

Eglee scouting her next boyfriend like-oh you put your fist through a skull. Thats hot

Lestat putting bigots in their place. oh no when the worst person alive says something you agree with meme

Claudia standing up for Louis during the trail<3. Yelling at Santiago earlier to stop hurting him, yelling at the crowd for laughing at him. This girl loved her dad ok.

'Louis was deceptively agile with words" AND?! I support him. I said you start it, Louis is gonna end it. Someone on here said you go low and Louis goes straight to hell and its true! Don't play with him and you wont get your feeling hurt. PERIOD

I loved the vampoire lonliness bit but I hated that CGI tear

Not Santiago doing Claudias accent rearding from her diary. lol BITCH

"You do not know this girl!."She is a stranger and Louis knows how turning a stranger feels like now

The over acting! "THE GREAT LAWS FORBID IT" So clear he was trying to paint himself in a great light but we can be relatively certain that lestat did not say this since both Claudia and Louis repeat that Lestat didn't tell them anything regarding laws or even other vampires existence. There would have been more questions if he did

I DO believed he warned him but not to the extent we see and I'm sure Louis didn't bargin himself like that. How could be?

She asked if I was an Angel.Me? oh my poor Saint Louis

Look at her our beautiful little daughter as he drags her half dead body on the floor. ugh??

What is this look that Armand is giving Louis when he says thats how it happened but I didn't think it at the time. I don't trust him at all. IS THAT HOW IT HAPPENED OR IS IT HOW ARMAND WANTS YOU TO THINK IT HAPPENED TO COMPOUND YOUR GUILT ABOUT HER TURNING?

I hate this?! is it all lies??

Holy crap DREAMSTAT!?

Louis slightly shakes his head in agreement when Lestat at first we just slammed each other around the town house. Seven years of compromise, denail it all gave way...The reached a tipping point they drove each other crazy. I can see it happening like Lestat decribes maybe not over the top villain vibes but definitely getting ugly like that. And like someone mentioned in the short chat I was in earlier- Louis is capable of making good on those threats. Look what happened with the alderman, the guy in the cruising park.

I can't believe the fall was not explained away or a mistaken memory like i thought and was absolutely not worthy of forgiveness...but i guess maybe in a fucked up way Louis thought it was penance for withholding admittance of his love even as Lestat begged him in the sky

The apolgy was a little melodramatic and had me thinking it might be in the script but Daniel said it was not on the page, Maybe Sam couldn't rein it in at that moment lol

How fucking sad Claudia's trail isn't even about her. The talks to both Louis and Lestat at multiple points and they don't or barely acknowledge her. Truly a pawn in their fucked up romance

Lestat looked physically sick when Claudia and Louis were pleading to him. You gonna accept my apology. Is this your big revenge. If he could I think he would have stopped it but I think the vamps were controlling him in a way( like they were doing with Claudia and Louis OR its the Sophies choice everyone is quoting. Its Louis or Claudia and he is choosing Louis

Mr I could not prevent it looking around the trail crowd pleased curiosity

I am so happy to proven wrong and Madeline choose Claudia.I was thinking that it might be another bombshell it would be revealed that she was only interested in vampirism. Finally she is 1st

Madeline flipping off the jury. Good girl

Claudia cursing the audience in her final moments on earth. yes girl!

I feel like the look shared between Claudia and Lestat right after was you liked that and his response look was that was quite good.

Oh how I hoped Lestat would at least try to save her..break script again but he almost looks immobilzed-again the vamps?

Claudia's death was horrid with better effects that Louis burn away earlier in the season.Ugh

How fuckin disrespectful they leave their ashes on stage like that. THEY HAVE TO SCATTER THEM!

Wow I can't believe I survived episode 7 with out crying. Definitely some close calls but I didn't.It was unexpectedly funny and Claudia going out like a G! helped a lot. Amazing episode.

#liveblogging the vamps #amc iwtv #liveblogging #iwtv liveblog #on iwtv #episode reaction #amc iwtv liveblog #amc iwtv spoilers #iwtv s2e7 spoilers

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frances-baby-houseman · 1 year ago

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Barbra Streisand is an insane person. Here are just a few more of my favorite bits, also not in order bc I'm starting where I am and then i'll go back. There is so so so much more where this came from, do not worry that I'm spoiling anything (I am the kind of person who hates when people do this!) Anyway--

He was on the next plane to New York. When he arrived, he said, "I'm going to take you shopping." And he bought me a Fendi fur coat . . . not a fancy Fendi fur. In fact, it was rather funny looking, made of pieces of fur sewn together with actual holes in between . . . kind of like a thrift shop coat. But I loved it because it was the same henna color as my hair.

(ed: that coat was designed by Karl Lagerfeld and that line of Fendi furs was hugely influential. the more you know, babs!)

~~~

Gregory Peck was a lovely man who believed in me early on. Before I knew him, his house was for sale, and I actually went over to look at it. I opened the door to his audio closet, which was filled with LPs, and was touched to see he had all my albums. (But whoever wrote the label on the shelf misspelled my first name, so I pulled out a pen and crossed out the extra a.)

(ed: remember she has not yet met Gregory Peck before editing his LP collection.)

~~~

Now, looking back, I can hardly believe my response. How stupid! Today I would be more adventurous, but I was too insecure sexually back then, still a nice Jewish girl from Brooklyn with my mother's admonitions echoing in my head. Free love was not my style. Besides, how do you brush your teeth in the desert? Do I sleep with my makeup on?

(ed: "free love is not my style" coming from a woman who later admits she forgot she slept with Warren Beatty.)

~~~

Neither of us trusted many people, and it's interesting how a lot of the people we trusted were the same . . . Quincy Jones, Mike Medavoy, Carol Matthau. Once for a dinner at Quincy's house, Marlon showed up wearing a burgundy sweatsuit with stripes down the side. By this point he was probably 280 pounds. He told me he was eating a quart of ice cream every night. I could relate... I love ice cream too. There's nothing like a big, fresh scoop of McConnell's Brazilian Coffee, packed into a crisp cone and handed to you at their store in Santa Barbara. The intensity of the flavor, made with real coffee beans . . . the smooth rich texture . . . By the way, you can't get McConnell's ice cream at just any supermarket, and this particular flavor is even harder to find. So you can imagine all the reasons I suddenly invent to go to Santa Barbara.

(she goes on about her love of ice cream for another 3 paragraphs before getting back to Marlon Brando's depression.) (this is so far my favorite passage in the book.)

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ugh one day soon I will be done with this book and it will be the worst day of my life since I finished the mike nichols book.

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lesbianamalvada · 8 months ago

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thirty-eight year old who's whole identity is fandom: The sexual tension between Bandit and Uncle Stripe is irresistible, you just know they were experimenting with each other a lot while growing up. You can tell the creators think so too but refuse to make it canon because they are afraid of anti-shipper backlash. Anyway here's my fan art of a threesome between them and the dad from Peppa pig (ending in mpreg, obviously):

six year old who is currently being babysat by an Ipad: this sad makes me and I think you very weird buddy. they brothers and not together like that this very discussing.

thirty-eight year old who's whole identity is fandom: I can't believe I'm literally being doxxed, harassed, stalked, and abused because some antis had a problem with my artwork. Puriteens need to get off the internet, the Bluey fandom isn't for you, us adults should be able to participate in fandom without hearing the opinions of minors. FML. Kill yourself you nazi cunt. Everybody please help take down this anti freak for me please I haven't slept in days because of their harassment.

the thirty-eight year old's mom: Honey, your dad passed this morning, I tried to call but you didn't answer.

#this is what all shipping disc horse looks like to me but don't @ me idc that much

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thestarfishdancer · 1 year ago

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tagged by the delightful @shineyma - thanks for the tag, it's nice to have fun things to think about!

name: Myranda. Often misspelled, most recently as Moiranda by the Starbucks barista who asked "Is is Mir?" and got the reply, "Myr, actually, but it doesn't matter!" and yet neither of those were used!

pronouns: she/her

where do you call home: Northern Canada. Yellowknife, if you need more pinpointing but honestly I usually just get ??? after that so... Northern Canada. Above the 60th parallel Northern.

favorite animal: Like @shineyma who tagged me, also tiger! I like the way they stalk about and their stripes. I also like dolphins though.

cereal of choice: I actually rarely eat cereal! When I do, I tend to weirdly like the "boring" grownup granola kind I would have turned my nose up at as a kid.

visual, auditory, or kinesthetic learner: Some combo of auditory and visual, not entirely sure. I can remember a lot from what I hear without notes, but I also recollect a lot of what I see/read, so...

first pet: A couple of tetra fish.

favorite scent: A light floral jasmine.

do you believe in astrology: I think anything that you can use to help discover more of yourself is interesting and that there's validity to it. I read my horoscope now and again to see what resonates, but really I can take it or leave it.

how many playlists on spotify/apple music: Several! I love exploring playlists, but I'm also lazy. Periodically I made a new one for myself or do one for a friend, but when making a "real" playlist I'm also obsessed with the flow being JUST RIGHT so they take forever (though I do also have "dump songs in playlists". My friend Emily makes incredible playlists though. She used to live above me when we both lived in a different building, and once there was music playing loudly and I messaged her and was like, 'hey, what are you playing???" and she was all "I'm sorry, I'll turn it down!" and I was like, "No! I'm not complaining, I am chilling to this hard!" So she burned me a couple of CD (this was like 10 years ago) of the playlists she'd made: "Love Songs For Lonely Foxes" inspired by the foxes by hour house and "I Miss Pear Crisp". She still sends me an excellent playlist now and again. Here's one: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3d0aHp9eEttSA1GZ1E8lcp?si=e1bd2c36dfc14869

sharpies or highlighters: Sharpies, but only for writing the address on packages. I like pens with really fine tips.

songs that make you cry: I can't really think of any that make me cry on my own. Music on its own not yet a tear trigger for me.

songs that make you happy: So many. I just love discovering new music. Or old music. I was Teamsing with an HQ colleague lately about The Rigs, The Civil Wars, The Weepies being a vibe I like, so thinking of those artists is making me happy lately!

do you write/draw/create: I do write, though I haven't been lately. I have been taking on some editing projects outside my day job. BUT my best friend and I did write and publish a kids' book this year, and we're both off in September (she's a constituency assistant so our territorial election means no job in September, so I planned some Leave With Income Averaging to coincide) so we are going do a writer's retreat for just over a week together to work on more... then I'll be hanging around BC for a few more weeks on my own to get inspired by the ocean and work on some of my own writing. Hopefully the Muse will appreciate the setting and become a little more activE

tagging but no pressure: @dresupi, @meghan84, @treaddelicately, @sapphireglyphs, @ANYONE who wants to! My brain is too tired to tag more! I'm an old potato who slept poorly, and needs to get a few more braincells back to rub together.

#tag game #tag meme

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daeron-the-daring · 2 years ago

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This is me returning the favor and giving you a platform to talk about your rabbit(s) because I am also obsessed with rabbits and need to see all the bun pictures (if you wanna share!) ☺️

Thank you very much, I can not shut up about them!!

This sweetheart here is Freya, she's with us for almost 9 years now, I would fucking die for her. Clever as hell, always doing something shady, but she's so kind, so loving I just wanna cry sometimes. I don't own a single thing without her bitemarks. You can't see in this picture, but she's got tiger stripes on her back. Amazing bunny, truely.

She's an angel, but so was Lucifer.

This Piss King was Daphnis, we adopted him, he was so lonely and neglected. He was so stupid, I can't stop laughing when I'm thinking about him. Like look at him, you can see absolutely no brain activity. However, he was really greatful even for a fraction of attention. Also, he slept on my chest everytime when we watched something and he pissed on me. Almost everytime, yes. He was with us only for half a year, but I do believe he spent his last months in true happiness, in the loving home he deserved.

#personal post

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pluton514 · 1 year ago

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Chapter 6: Dreams

I feel at peace, but I don't know how this is possible. I'm asleep, so how am I able to stay conscious? Where am I? Everything is pitch black, and quiet. "You...you are special, boy. You remind me of someone. Someone from an era in which the Gods were unified and the world was at peace. It's as if there was a missing piece that was once lost. Yet, it has returned to finish it's puzzle. Oh I remember now, so it is you." Said a mysterious yet soothing voice. I replied with, "What? Who's there?" A speck of light appeared in the darkness, which then shined covering the entire area. Now, instead of pitch black, it's all white, but not to the point where it's blinding. It was just enough for me to see a tall man, with a black robe, blonde hair with silver stripes, pale skin, and blue eyes standing right in front of me. He then says, "Hello Pluto, it's been a while." Who is this man? How does he know my name? I then reply with, "How do you know me?" The man smirks, signals for me to follow him. So we make our way through the light, and as we walk a path starts to form beneath our feet. The light slowly starts to wear off and reveals a plain with tall grass filled with all sorts of animals and insects. The Sun and the Moon are on each ends of the sky. Half of the area is day, and other half is night. The side of the day has animals that are usually awake during daytime, and The night side has nocturnal animals. The man then stops and asks, "You really don't remember? None of this?" I look around and say, "No, I have no idea where I am, but it does feel like I've been here before.Anyways, you still haven't answered my question. Who are you?" The man sighs, and replies, " I am the God of dreams and Nightmares. I go by the name of Morpheus."

"Morpheus.." I mumbled. I then say, " No it doesn't really ring a bell, but I have heard stories about you. God of dreams and nightmares is it? I want you to answer me this. Why do you keep giving me that God awful nightmare about my mother dying?" Morpheus then replies with, " I don't give you the dreams nor the nightmares. Those are derived from the memories of your own experiences. I merely watch over them to make sure nothing goes wrong." I see, but why did he say that it's been a while? He acted as if he's known me for some time. I then ask, "Hey Mr Morpheus, why did you say that it had been a while?" Morpheus looks away and points to the moon. He then says, "There, that is the place where you would go to clear out your thoughts while you slept away from your sorrow." Wait what? I've been here before? I then say, "Uh, I don't ever recall being here. Are you sure you got the right guy?" Morpheus chuckle and says, "Oh right, you don't remember. I do though, I know who you are Pluto. I know why your parents died, and most importantly, I know why Zeus is targeting you."

What?! HE KNOWS WHY ZEUS IS TARGETING ME?! Wait, what does he mean by he knows who I am? Wait a minute, that old man with one hundred eyes said something similar back then too. He said something along the lines of, "You don't realize what you are,boy. Soon, everything you've ever loved will be taken away from you." That's crazy talk! I know who I am, right? Morpheus then puts his hand on my shoulder and says, "I can help you, if you'd like Pluto." I stare at his hand, and grab it. I tell him, "Morpheus, you can help me by telling who I am. Apparently people think that I don't know myself. So why don't you just go ahead and spit it out?" Morpheus sighs, and with a tone of disappointment he says, "Pluto, I can't do that. You have to find that out on your own. The only thing that I can do is tap into your dreams and replay a different dream or nightmare every time you go to sleep. You'll see different memories each time you close your eyes." I can't believe that I actually don't know myself. I guess that explains the feelings of Déjà vu, huh? I then say, "Alright, I'll do that. I guess it's my best shot at figuring myself out." Morpheus then looks at me with a serious face and says, "Pluto, dreaming every single night will have its tole in your body. Doesn't matter who you are, but if you go into the land of dreams and nightmares every single night then your mind and consciousness will slowly start deteriorating. You will go mad. So you have to figure it out quick, got it? We're running out of time so you will start tomorrow." I reply with, "Got it." Morpheus then smiles and snaps his fingers. "See you tomorrow, Pluto." The dream land starts to disappear along with Morpheus. Shortly after that, I wake up to Amelia holding my head on her thighs, and Zephilious looking at something on the ground. Oh, I just realized that I forgot to ask Morpheus why Zeus is targeting me. GODDAMNIT IT!! I'll ask him tomorrow.

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meltedhershey · 2 years ago

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Keep Calm and Think About Candy... Perv.

Spooky Month - Paired Chara X OC

Warning(s):

This takes place in November.

Lewd references with food...

Mostly in Kevin’s view -

Implied sexual activity.

Religious Offense.

Trans-Masc character.

Painfully horny.

Gay thoughts.

Monster fucker level of simpery.

A scary amount of K’s was used.

Implied child abuse.

Excessive color coding.

plus + headcanons.

*cross-posted on ao3 and wattpad for sillies.*

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X-Friday--CandyClub-x

9:20 PM

Kevin stood at the back door, struggling to drag in multiple candy crates. He fell backward onto his ass, and he sat there for a minute or so, cursing about the crates, the lack of staff here, and his sexual urges. Kevin wasn't the only person in here. His boss hired another smuck, happy-go-lucky and such.

However, the kid wasn't listening to any of that. He wasn't listening to anything at all in fact. Thanks to that whacky ass headset he's wearing. Kevin got up from the tiled floor and dusted off his pants, he returned to the crates, finding the lightest box he can carry. He threw it on the counter and dug through the candy display for a set of pliers and a hammer. The crate was opened.

Kevin skimmed through the candy, ranging from bars, bags, and boxes. "Oh great..." The candy was sealed in holiday-themed wrapping. Kevin cringed hard at the ridiculously bright green and red striped boxes, he huffed as a mist of anxiety ran a train through his airways.

That fucking poster... He thought back on his childhood and early teens, his parents would keep up a Krampus poster over his bed while he slept. To ensure that the youngin would stay on his best behavior until the end of Christmas, even if he was past the age of nine. Kevin wasn't a problem child, his parents were only eccentric Christians, and they didn't have much to do with him. He'd get anything he wanted if he tried asking, and had a single thought of what he wanted.

Unmistakably, Kevin didn't believe in holiday mascots like that, his bubble burst before he could even pronounce "isosceles". Ma just couldn't let go of the fact that her baby boy was becoming a man. Over time Kevin would start to remember bits and pieces of his childhood. At the age of six, his grandfather told him something that he would never forget. "God is always watching you." Pappy didn't bother to clarify when and how often the infamous "Sky Daddy" would be watching the little sprout. "While I'm sleeping? When I'm taking a wiz? When I'm kissing my future wife?" Now with this fear embedded into the young lad's head, there he was... Krampus, that gorgeous bastard.

Krampus would hang around in his room for the rest of November and December. He always watched Kevin. As he would go through his normal routine as an angsty teenager... Dressing, eating, sleeping, doing homework, and masturbating. "It's just a poster, a dusty, old poster... It can't see me, it doesn't talk, and it can't see me." Kevin thought of something clever to help him over his newly formed fear! Doing the one thing he loves most. Masturbating...

It backfired tragically. Under the impression that his mother and father would be outside of the house for longer he decided to conquer his fear. Sadly, that blew up in his face... Kevin found Krampus to be attractive, and he wasn't the only person to know that. His mother and aunt barged into his room and caught him squatting over the poster, in the nude...

This resulted in him getting kicked out of the house and being forced to stay with his grandmother and grandfather. He scared his mother so badly, she was convinced he was possessed, and his father could care less about the boy. Kevin was classified as queer by his father. Ah... Memories... It's something to laugh at now. Kevin steadied his focus back on working with three things on his mind. He rubbed his hand which was once stained with bloody whip marks.

Restocking this candy, finding someone good to replace his fleshlight image, and... Scoring a date with a certain someone to prevent the repetitive process of using a fleshlight, wasting baby gravy, and dispelling Krampus permanently aka, GETTING LAID. Gross... I feel like one of those horny frat guys, only I'm not drunk off my ass with the intention to violate an innocent person.

Whatever he's thinking about, it isn't very appropriate for a workplace setting. Kevin held his jaw as he stretched his neck, eyeing the recruit hard, and marveling at his features. The newbie was the same as Kevin, only taller, and more sociable. Rarely slouched, smiled more often, and knew exactly when and what to say to the cops.

He didn't seem to remember his partner's name, Kristin was all that came up... He could’ve sworn that they preferred a different name. "Hey, Kris! You wanna sample some of this new candy before I pack it all away?" He wears braces, shouldn't be but he's chewing gum right now. I'll nag him about that later.

It's a little new, I'm not supposed to do it at all, but I ask him to sample some of the new products with me. That's just my way to control my sweet tooth, and if I get caught Kris is with me. Kris is always down to do it, he stays nice for the night, and I get something out of it. Kristin kicked around his dustpan as he swept the floor, chewing gum and humming a song with those giant yellow headphones on his head. He can't hear me... Why did it take so long for me to realize that?

"Kris!" Kristin stopped suddenly, he turned back to the grunt at the countertop with a half smile. Peeling his headset off to rest on his shoulders. "What's up, Kev?" The man smiled a little bit, tipping off his hat to scratch his hair. Kristin's eyes got wide, "You have a mullet? Awww, and that fade is so cute!" Kristin stepped to the counter, holding his broom behind him. Kevin had a hand over his face, he giggled like an idiot. "Th...thanks for noticing..." *pssst... he can't blush.*

Kevin creepily admired his co-worker Kristin from behind his counter. He grew breathless and wheezy at the very sight of the young man, watching him dance with the broomstick as he spun in a small circle. He held a damp lemon-scented towel, squeezing it on the beat with his partner's shuffling.

Kristin's fluffy loud tri-colored brown and orange hair shined in the flickering light of the candy store. Kevin couldn't stop himself from staring. Kristin turned back at him, with a half-open eye, focused completely on sweeping up dirt and plastic scraps that littered the pink/white checker-tiled floor.

Kevin's low tired eyes scanned the boy endlessly. He kept tiny notes on Kristin's details, making degrading comparisons of himself. What if I had dyed my hair like his? I'd probably give people another reason to call me the "candy boy". He thought to himself with an annoyed tone, pink or red, those were one of the colors he'd pick. He caught a peek at the double-ended mirror sitting on the end of the counter, poking at it with his fingers. It beamed on him, and Kevin jumped at his reflection. He wasn't confident when it came to his looks, he could care how little everyone cares or says something, blanking out and ignoring the word and obvious signs, he shrugged it off. Removing his hat and pointing the mirror back to himself, he sighed.

Kevin's hair is black, and can sometimes look blue in the light. Styled into a wavy shaved mullet, he kept that little pompadour with it, smothered underneath his ridiculously, yet, fitting work cap. Small strands of hair are parted into two sections that overhang, like large fangs past a set of lips or an overbite.

He's wearing his normal work attire. Blue jeans, a white buttoned t-shirt with one pink stripe on the arms of the shirt, paired with a pink long sleeve and black overshirt, sneakers too.

Kevin wasn't trying to get caught looking into his partner and down, but he couldn't help it. His skinny hourglass figure, wide hips, rounded ass, and dual-colored eyes. Kris had the features of a woman, of course, Kevin wouldn't care, that's just another reason for him to be so... He's not gonna get far, and he isn't a judgemental piece of shit. His pitch-black eyes mirrored to Kris's brown and blue eyes.

The boy's hair is styled into a simple frizzy wolf cut, and fluffy tufts of hair rest at his shoulders and the back of his neck, over his eyes acting as blunt bangs. His hair looks close to honey, minus the white streak down the fringe. Honey don't mould so we don't know what that means. Kris wears the same uniform as Kevin, only with green/striped sleeves to resemble a spearmint candy cane and black sneakers with tiny character charms on the lace loops.

Kevin doesn't blush as much as he did before. It's like his body just rejected that command. For, he has a difficult time telling apart his fondness for romantic attraction. Kristin did seem to be his type. Tall, androgynous, freckled, smooth talker, tanned, silly, kind-hearted...

Kevin lowered his hand, and moved a platter of candy at the tall boy, then pulled a napkin from his pocket forwarding it to the kid. "Oh, for me? Don't mind if I do." Kristin swiped the napkin from Kevin's hand, his fingertips grazing at the pale man's palm. He spat his wad of chewed gum into the napkin, before helping him to some candy. "What are these called? I can't see the label too well." Kevin looked at his hand. "Cackle, and Fruit Stripe." The cackle is a chocolate bar filled with nuts and cream, it wasn't very fun to Kevin. Shit, neither was the fruit stripe. It only lasted for a moment, eating six of those is equal to six minutes. If I wanted to strain my jaw, I'd practice licking 🐱 for an hour straight.

Though Kev's not a fan of chewing gum, the Cackle irked him more. He hated it, what made him hate it more was the awkward helmet at the tip, the abnormal size, and its tendency to wack people in the mouth. There was a wide variety of shapes and sizes, but that didn't make it any better.

When you have them all out at the same time, vanilla appears less intimidating than the rest. Maybe it wasn't the candy's odd shape, maybe he just hated the idea of putting something phallus shaped in his mouth. Might it be jealousy, from never experiencing the feeling for himself? The world may never know! "Ohh, those? It's been ages since I've had a Cackle." Kristin unwrapped it hastily with a giant smile, Kevin had to turn away once it was out. I swear, those things are for food fetishists. I don't know anybody who'd be willing to stick that in their mouth, and it has the nerve to spurt the second it goes in. No, thanks... "Mhmm... It's so thick and smooth, and there isn't a single bump along the shaft." He's doing this on purpose now. Kevin glanced back at Kristin, he nearly broke his jaw trying to process his shock. The candy bar was separating from his lips, partially melted and bitten in.

A disproportionate amount of cream seeped from the opening and ran down his fingers. Kristin swallowed the first bite of the candy down, now holding his tongue out and swiping it over the cream-filled nub. Kevin shivered, leaning further into the counter with crossed legs, come next by a loud thud, the candy boy fell to his knees groaning softly. He would give anything to switch places with that thing.

Kristin checked behind the counter, wiping his mouth first. "Shit! Are you okay, Kev?" Kevin stared at Kristin, more cream came down the side of his plump lips. Kevin's eyes rolled into the back of his head, and he let out a moan, dropping his head in the process. "I...i'm fine... Just a leg cramp."

Q: Congratulations, Kevin... You just experienced your first hands-free orgasm, how do you feel?

A: Spiderman after No Nut November, premature, sticky, and salty...

"Oh, that's awful. Do you need me to do anything for you, Kevin?" Kristin asked sweetly. He leaned over the counter for a better look, Kevin went stiff and froze with his hands over his crotch. Kristin flinched slightly, "N-no... I'm alright, thank you." He mumbled. Kris giggled. "Whatever it is, I'll handle it." Kevin glanced at Kris, with soft brown eyes. He felt trapped, there is no way for him to stand and cover himself up.

"I can't keep hiding this... You'll laugh at me for it anyway..." Kris reached for Kevin's hand, pulling him up off the ground with ease. His eyes wandered past the belt, inciting a squeaky laugh from the boy. "Pffft... You're hard? Oh... Ohhh, I'm sorry! I didn't realize how close you were paying attention to me. I guess that's my fault." Not what I expected. Kris rubbed his head. "No, don't!"

"I insist! It's my mess." The boy got down on his knees and crawled to Kevin. "N-no... You don't have-..." Before the man could react, his trousers and briefs had been settled at his ankles. This is so taboo. Is this secretly a porno? If so, I better be getting paid for it.

"Wait, hold on... How old are you?" That's a little too late to be asking. "Hehe, you're timing is awful, but what should I expect from some mook who jizzed his pants." Kevin facepalmed, and Kristin clicked his tongue. "I'm legal silly, and that better not make you go soft."

Headcanons -

considers thyself trans fem, *doesn’t really know how to express. represses. doesn’t mind she/her alongside standard he/him. attempts light makeup every now and then...*

Spends free time practicing oral sex. *his jaw really hurts, but it's for the ladies! et dudes and others...*

Has religious trauma. *isolation, paranoia, lack of self-esteem. often rethinks life decisions, and declares themself as an atheist but ironically delves back into Christianity, some internalized trans/homophobia. is confused about their own morals.*

Likes Rap-Metal *to some extent...*

Listens to Hip-Hop, Nu-Metal, Spanish Punk, Industrial, and Electronica.

Cries to Amy Winehouse. *repeats In My Bed, and sings the scat parts very loudly in the car...

Nearly broke hip to Teena Marie. *Tried too hard to be somebody’s Lovergirl.

Rocks unnecessarily hard to Tiny Tim. *can play the ukulele.

Hates musicals. *Little Shop of Horrors and The Wiz is the exception...*

Enjoys masturbation + does it often. *Mon - Thurs.*

Pansexual *that’s canon, lol*

Disapproves of authorities. *he’s mistakenly taken an officer’s gun.*

Had a punk “phase”, specifically Horror Punk. *disguised as Christian Punk for his mom’s sake... actually took it seriously.*

Horror Fan. *Candy Man, Dr. Giggles, Christine, Cat People, Scream, Night of the Living Dead, Carrie / Heavily despises remakes.

Vinyl Collector.

Loves Grandma.

Favourite colour is Pink. *all shades, including the bad bitch ones.*

Owns more than a fleshlight. *that’s not a typo.*

Moby Collector. *that means penis...*

Switch. *heavily depends on his mood...*

#kevin spooky month #spooky month #original character #black oc #pansexual #head canon #headcanon #gay #gay romance #genderfluid #implied smut #implied sex #fanfic #first tumblr post #a03 fic

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lunadei · 2 years ago

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Imagine if Y/n bought Marc a Teddy to sleep with?

an: Omg can you imagine though? Like I can absolutely picture Steven accepting a Teddy from you, but Marc? I just had to write a little drabble :)

When Marc confided in you about his night terrors - a common trait shared by both him and Steven - you were unsettled to say the least. Marc was the tough one. Though anger often seeped through the cracks of his well-composed façade, he rarely conveyed the struggles which plagued his troubled mind. It was disconcerting to know the nights he spent without you in his arms were restless, daunting.

Perhaps it was the feeling of helplessness when you considered Marc's circumstances that spurred you to purchase the Teddy.

It was light yellow, made to look more like a little dog with a white stripe down its snout- reminiscent of the one Steven told you he'd cherished growing up. It was adorable. And while you were certain Steven would appreciate the sentiment, you worried Marc would find it absurd.

Not wanting Marc to think you were still dwelling on his turmoil, you had presented the teddy as somewhat of a joke.

"You know, I thought you could use a partner for your little escapades," you teased, presenting him with the teddy. You chose not to mention its connection to his past, considering his recollection of childhood was not as stellar as Steven's. "You know, someone to keep you warm at night when I can't."

A familiar, somber look passed over his face. For a moment, you feared the gift had provoked some horrible memory. Before you could snatch the gift from his hand and apologize profusely, a soft chuckle escaped from his lips.

"I mean, you could have just gotten me a sex doll if you're worried about me staying warm on my lonesome." You punched his shoulder, uttering a 'ew, mark!' before being swept into his arms. The teddy was forgotten on the flat's floor as Marc carried you to the bedroom.

It wasn't until several weeks later, after Marc returned from a particularly brutal mission, that you praised your purchase of the little stuffed dog.

Marc had texted you that he was home safe - a sign that he was utterly exhausted. Usually, he would already be at your apartment, pinning you against your worn mattress to release the remaining pent up adrenaline. Allowing him to rest, you elected to go to his flat, deciding would make him a home cooked meal while he slept.

As soon as you entered his humble abode, you could barely contain your surprised gasp. There, curled up on the couch with the little dog nestled between his arms, was Marc.

You tried to contain your laughter, truly you did. But the giggles bubbled out of you before you could register their intensity in the otherwise silent space. Marc's eyes fluttered open, scrambling from his position to stand alert, one hand still holding onto the teddy as if to throw it at you.

"Jesus, Y/n," he bellowed, dropping the teddy to his side. "You scared the shit out of me."

"Yeah, I see you pulled out the big guns to fight the possible intruder." You pointed to the dog, noting his sheepish expression.

"No, no no, listen," he shook his head rapidly, throwing the stuffed dog onto the couch as if it were toxic. "Steven fell asleep with that, alright? And it was the closest thing to me. And I woke up out of a dead sleep. Not exactly a great combo."

"Uh-huh, sure, Marc," you teased, watching his eyes roll at your condescending tone. "I definitely believe you. Scout's honor."

"Oh, that's it. C'mere!" He jolted toward you, stalking after you as you raced away from his grip.

"See, told you the teddy was better than the sex doll," you shouted, furiously laughing as he chased you around the flat.

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gretavanbear · 2 years ago

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Different Worlds - Jake Kiszka/Reader

Chapter 10: Again

{Jake}

I woke up with [y/n] sleeping, snoring softly in my arms. The sunrise crept through her window and covered her face, I covered it with my hand and reached over to her curtains, pulling them slightly. I took a moment to watch her as she slept; she looked so delicate. I waited a couple minutes, contemplating if I woke her up or let her sleep- we had to get to the office in about two hours.

I remember what happened last night and my heart hurts as I think about how she had a nightmare because of me. I caress her arm softly. The thought of her having anxiety attacks when I’m not there worries me because I want to help her and be there for her and protecting her helps me.

“Jake?” I hear, I look down and focus on her. She rubs her eyes and turns around to face me.

“Good morning” I say, giving her a forehead kiss. She smiles in response and I melt.

“It’s 7:26. I need to get back home to get changed” I say softly, kissing her cheek and caressing her arm with my thumb. She pouts and I reciprocate the action.

“Do you want your shirt back?” She stands up and I do the same. The thought of her taking my shirt off in front of me goes straight to my dick.

“That would be a good idea.” I say as I look down and realize I am shirtless. She pulls it off and I die a little inside, then put the shirt on. It smells like her. I can't help myself but stare at her bare body in front of me, before she quickly puts her bathrobe on.

“We’ll see each other later today okay?” I say, pulling her close and holding her for a couple minutes, then turning around and calling an uber to my place.

_ _ _

Entering the apartment, I’m faced with Sam cooking again. His hair is in a bun and he has a white apron on, already dressed for the day. He's cooking pancakes.

“Jake! You didn’t come home last night.” He says, waving his spatula at me. His brows furrowed as he pretended to be mad at me.

“I knowww” I reply, smiling sheepishly.

“Oh! I know why. No need to explain” He smirks, looking down at his pancake. He giggles and I can’t help but do it too. I step closer to him so I can tell him something that belongs only to the two of us.

“She’s mine, Sammy. I asked her” I tell him quietly and he gets the biggest smile on his face. He claps his hands quietly as he congratulates me.

“No way! I’m happy for you Jakey.” He smiles. “Breakfast ready in 15.” He adds as I smile and walk away, headed for my room.

I decided to dress comfortably today, keeping [y/n] in my thoughts; wondering what she was gonna wear and if she was thinking about me, too. As I looked through my closet, I picked a black shirt with striped jeans. Whenever I wore those I always felt really good about myself. I combed through my hair with my hairbrush and sprayed a bit of cologne on myself. With barely enough time to pick out my necklaces- Sam was already calling us to the table.

I sit down next to Sam, Josh in front of me. Sam smiles at the big plate of pancakes in front of us and informs us about this new recipe that he decided to try. Josh kept looking over at me with a disappointed look, filling me with guilt. I could barely look back at him and so I just stared at my plate, not wanting to deal with him at the moment.

“You spent the night with her, didn’t you?” He says dryly. Sam’s head shoots up and he looks at me before looking over at Josh.

“No, I didn’t.” I lie, he doesn’t believe me.

“You did, didn’t you?! You know I like her and then you steal her away from me!” He raises his voice.

“Josh, c’mon the day has barely started yet” Sam tries to cool him down, placing his hand on Josh’s shoulder.

“You want to talk about stealing? What about Taylor? What about that?” I spit out at him, unable to hold back my anger once again. Josh looks back at me with a confused look- as if this is the first time he’s ever heard of her. As if I’ve never talked about her before.

“Wha-” he starts but I interrupt him.

“You know what? I’m leaving, see you later.” I reply, his confusion making me furious. As I sit in my car, I’m baffled by his reaction. He never notices me, or understands me. I thought twins were supposed to love and care about each other. Why is it so one-sided? Flashbacks from walking into the room, catching them together, flood my mind and I feel tears make their way out but I wipe them away immediately- distracting myself with the thought of [y/n].

_ _ _

I walked into Elizabeth’s office and she waved hello, as she gave me a confused look.

“You’re the first one here! That doesn’t happen often.” She smiles. I smile back and sit down on her couch.

“Elizabeth?” I begin, she looks at me and pauses, then gets up and sits on the couch with me. “Do you ever miss Taylor?” I ask. She sighs and shakes her head ‘yes’.

“Do you?” She finally asks, after we sit in silence for a couple minutes. I shake my head ‘no’.

“I know that what happened that night was terrible, Jake. You were really hurt. Why are you mentioning her, now?” She asks, giving me a sympathetic look.

“I need a way to tell you that… [y/n] and I have gotten together, officially, since last night.” I look up at her, she gives me a shocked look, and then a smile, aaand then a smirk.

“Thank you for telling me, this time.” She says. “I could tell you like her. I like her too.” She giggles.

“I really think we’re gonna last, Liz, I really feel that she’s my soulmate.” I reply and my heart melts at the thought. Before she can respond, there’s a knock at the door. I turn my head back and my heart stops.

[y/n] wore a short black skirt, paired with a long chunky sweater. She had some semi-sheer tights underneath- tucked into her boots, covered by some leg warmers. Her hair flowed down beautifully; she looked completely different from a couple hours ago. She was angelic. I can barely say hi, as I’m taken aback from her beauty.

“Hi Elizabeth! Good morning, Jake.” She waves and walks over to the couch, sitting down next to Liz.

“Uh, uh, uh, He told me. Secrets out!” Elizabeth cheered. [y/n] looked over at me with a puzzled look. I mouthed ‘us’ and smiled. She blushed and my heart melted at the sight.

“It’s a good thing!” Liz turns to her, placing her hand on her shoulder. “Our company is pretty flexible about that sorta thing, as long as we’re informed in the first month.” She finishes. [y/n] sighs out of relief and smiles at me, I reciprocate the action.

“Just- please- no filthy things in my office or god forbid the studio.” Elizabeth doesn’t have the time to finish her sentence before [y/n] looks directly at me- embarrassed. Thankfully, Liz doesn’t notice.

_ _ _

We sat in the oval room, the walls were beige and the table was black, so were the chairs. There was a huge screen in the back of the room, to my left, where Liz had a powerpoint on; named 'Updates and News'. I sat facing [y/n], closer to the screen. Sam sat next to her and then Josh sat next to him, Danny to my right.

"Good morning" Sam poked her shoulder and waved at her. She waved back. Sam looked up and smiled at me before bringing his attention back to her.

"[y/n]? Do you like coffee?" He asks her. I watch them interact, but mostly her. She beams and starts talking about her favourite kind of coffee, chai I believe. Sam clasps his hands together.

"Finally someone who loves chai! I've been trying to get these guys to try it and they don't want to!" Sam complains and [y/n] laughs in response. "We should go get some!" He suggests.

"Now that's a good idea! [y/n], will you get some coffee for us?" Liz asks as she walks in the room. [y/n] nods and stands up, taking out her phone so she can write down everyone's order. We all take our turns and tell her what we'd like.

"Liz, I can go with her! She'll need an extra set of hands anyway." Sam says. Liz agrees and they both leave. _ _ _ {Y/N}

We decide to take Sam's car. A tesla. It's sleek and looks incredibly advanced. He sits in the drivers seat and I sit next to him in the passenger seat.

"Starbucks?" He asks. I nod. I watch as he types in the dress on the screen of his car; the nearest one is about ten minutes away. He scrolls through his phone and puts on a driving playlist, as he describes it.

"I'm glad we're finally alone. I wanted to talk to you about Jake." Sam says. I feel my heartbeat quicken and my fingertips freeze as I look over to Sam. He's focused on the road but he doesn't look mad or anxious to talk to me.��

"About a year ago, we had this intern. I think it was like, the third intern our company had ever hired since the program was pretty new." He pauses and looks over at me as the light is red.

"Jake became attached to her quickly. They started dating behind Liz' back, for a couple of months." The light turns green and he stares ahead now.

"What he didn't know, is that she was dating Josh, at the same time. Behind his back. She would come over and stay with him until he fell asleep and then go to Josh's room. It was fucking terrible. Josh knew they were together and he didn't care." Sam says, his tone indicating some leftover anger over the situation. "It was really hard to see this, for me, because when I'd bring it up to Josh he'd just get so angry and tell me I had no idea what I was talking about." Sam sighs.

"I'm so sorry, Sammy. That's terrible." I reply, we pull up to a red light and I place my hand on his shoulder, whilst giving him a sympathetic look.

"Thank you, [y/n]. Unfortunately, it doesn't stop there. One night, after a really big show, Josh got off the stage first and went to his dressing room like usual. Jake and I got off the stage last because we were waving at the fans and saying goodnight. When we got to our dressing room- the door was locked. We guessed it was just Josh doing his after show routine so we went to a bar nearby and drank, then came back." Sam pulls into the parking lot of the starbucks and turns off the car, unbuckles his seatbelt and turns towards me. I do the same.

"When we got back, Liz was arguing with Josh. He was extremely drunk and angry, and Liz was yelling at him; saying she broke his trust and ignored company rules. He just kept yelling at her how it's none of her business and that he can be with anyone he wants. They just kept screaming at each other and as Jake and I made our way into the dressing room, I'll never forget the look on his face when we walked in. Taylor, only covered by a blanket, was on his couch." Sam sighs and looks down, playing with the hem of his shirt.

"Jake asked her what happened and she couldn't even tell him. I had to make her tell him. She never even apologized, [y/n]. I told Jake they were doing all this behind his back for months. She couldn't admit it. I was so angry at the both of them. Its like- It's like Josh doesn't want to share with Jake, or let him have anything. And since then they haven't been close like they used to be." Sam finishes. I nod slowly as I take in all the information. "I'm just grateful that Liz decided to keep us. That could've been our last day. She had to fire Taylor and we never saw her again."

"I'm telling you this because" He pauses and makes eye contact with me. "I know you're not like that. But Jake is fragile. I don't know the situation exactly for the song he wrote that one time but I feel like you can take that as an example. He cares.. so much. I'm just hoping you care about him the same way." He says, and smiles softly at me. I nod and smile back.

"Thank you, Sam. For telling me. I'll tell you something personal about me if that's okay." I pause and he nods, waiting for the rest of my sentence. "I've never been with anyone before, so Jake is my first everything. I care about him so much and I'm terrified of losing him. I-" building up the courage to say it, for the first time.

"I think I love him. It's so early, too early to tell him so I hope you keep this between us. I just.. I'm like obsessed with him. Whenever I see him I'm so much happier and I just love him." I ramble, blushing and tearing up. He leans over to me to give me a hug. I gladly hug him back and we hold each other for a couple seconds. He pulls away and breathes out, smiling as he wipes a tear away. He cares so much about his big brother.

"Okay, okay, lets get some coffeeee!" I exclaim, trying to brighten up the mood. He smiles big and we exit the car.

[ Notes :

okay i have a question for you guys and i'd really love some feedback.

do you like long fanfics or do you prefer short and sweet?

i have an idea for what i'd like to do but it's gonna make the fanfic pretty long.

thank you]

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yourmidnightlover · 4 years ago

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holding hands

never stop loving me part 2 :)

summary - after reader and spencer make it home safe and almost sound, spencer decides to show her just how much he loves her touch.

tw - smut, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (yea, ik i do this a lot), teasing?, fingering, oral (female receiving), soft dom!spencer, fluff

wc - 2,671

a/n - you could totally read this as a stand alone piece, just know that spencer is kinda in the doghouse rn bc he said mean things to reader abt her being all touchy and annoying (even tho she isn’t). happy reading 😌

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spencer had said he was going to make it up to you.

did he know how yet? not really. would he figure out how? absolutely.

you had been rather distant after you had solved the case and on the plane ride back home. you still sat beside him, but you didn't make any move to touch him or lay your head on him as you normally would. maybe it was because you just didn't feel like it, but spencer knew better than to think that.

"do you want to order takeout tonight?" you turned towards him to ask the question.

"yea, of course we can," he agreed, his arm reaching around your body to pull you closer to him. he felt you stiffen under his touch. "are you alright?" it was his turn to look at you, you nodded up at him.

"i'm alright," you clarified, giving him a tight-lipped smile that wasn't very convincing. eventually, you settled into his arm, leaning your head on his shoulder and succumbing to the sleep you needed.

when you woke up, it was to spencer swatting away morgan's hand while shushing him.

"morgan, she needs her rest in order to heal properly!" he whisper-yelled while trying to move morgan's hand away but failing. "don't touch her, only i can!" he clarified, morgan threw his hands up in defense as he turned to sit back down.

"y'know you get more protective than i thought you would be," morgan shrugged with a chuckle.

"what's that mean?" spencer argued defensively.

"it means that princess there is well taken care of. you just don't seem like the possessive type of guy," he reiterated as he pulled out his headphones.

"i'm not being possessive," he defended himself. "i'm being a good boyfriend by not letting you wake her up just so you can ask her a ridiculous question," spencer looked down at you in your peaceful sleeping position.

you hadn't slept well in the hospital. spencer knew this because each time he went to sleep you were awake, and you would be awake when he woke back up. the night before you were in the hospital he heard you cry yourself to sleep and you woke up before him. so, in his mind, you needed as much rest as possible if you wanted to heal properly.

that, and he wanted to feel you cuddled against him as you slept for the first time in a week.

"i think it's more than that, genius," the bald man scoffed.

"what do you think it is?" spencer sassed.

"well, i think it has something to do with the fact that you and pretty girl there," he nodded towards you, "were in a fight and you missed her."

spencer sighed, "is it that obvious?" he used his free hand to move a piece of hair from your face, his hand lingering there for a second longer.

"look, kid, i may or may not have heard what happened thanks to a little someone. you should let her know how much she means to you, alright? she's probably feeling like you're doubting your relationship because of her, so make sure she knows that she's it for you," he advised his curly-headed friend.

"she's not 'it' for me, derek," spencer sighed once more. "she's my everything."

you stirred in your 'sleep' to alert them of your presence, slowly sitting up in an attempt to not hurt yourself.

"hey, princess," spencer whispered, moving that same annoying strand of hair from your face and tucked it behind your ear.

"mmm... hi," you stretched your arms over spencer so you wouldn't hit him. "how long until we land?"

"about half an hour," he informed you, whispering as the other team members slept. "if you'd like to go back to sleep i'll wake you up before we land."

"i'm alright, thank you," you smiled.

you could be mad at him while being a nice person. you just didn't know if you were ready to get over what he had said to you.

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you had gone straight home after landing, permittable by hotch who saw how tired the two of you were.

both of you were laying together on the couch, you slightly on top of spencer because of your still bruised rib that slightly hurt, he angled his head down and started kissing your neck softly. your breathing got heavier, your breaths being few and far between as your hands reached back to grasp spencer's curls.

"spence?" you asked, more like whispered. he continued his actions, the only thing that signified he actually heard you being a small hum against your skin. "i-i... can we...?" you trailed off, not sure how to ask for what you wanted.

"can we what, princess?" he asked his hands reaching around to the front of your body, lightly ghosting over your bare legs.

"you know what, spencer," you huffed in annoyance as you rolled your eyes. he squeezed your thigh firm enough to know he had done it, but gentle enough to know it wouldn't leave any marks that were too bad.

"and you know better than to roll your eyes at me," he whispered in your ear, nipping gently at your lobe. "now... tell me exactly what you want."

"i want whatever you'll give me," you turned your face towards him, giving him your best puppy dog eyes before adding, "please?" you pursed your bottom lip into a pouty position.

that was apparently the magic word because as soon as they had left your mouth, you could have sworn you heard spencer growl in your ear before continuing to kiss and nip at your neck, leaving his marks all over your body. you felt his erection twitch in his pants as you whimpered from the touch of his lips on you which spurred you to grind your ass against his hips. he grabbed your hips to still their movement before sitting up with you, slowly as to make sure he didn't hurt your ribs.

"can you walk to the room by yourself?" he asked in his normal, sweet, non-dominating spencer voice, to which you nodded your head yes as you began to walk where he had asked.

you knelt by the door naked in wait for him, hoping he'd give you something to take your mind off of your injury. when he walked in, he could've sworn he felt his heart grow with even more love for you, something he thought was already impossible.

"princess, why're you on the floor?" he questioned, kneeling down to get eye level with you.

"why isn't your dick in my mouth?" you countered, a smirk growing on your face.

"i was gonna be nice tonight since you're not well so i wouldn't push it, doll," he gave you a stern look that told you to watch it. "i still have some making up to do, i believe?" your smile returned even brighter than before as he helped you back to your feet and into the bed.

once you were comfortable, he was practically worshipping your body with each kiss and hum against your body.

"i can't imagine never touching you again, y/n," he made his way down to your chest, his lips wrapping around your nipple. he gently tugged on it with his teeth before releasing it and doing the same to the other one.

"these tits," he sucked a hickey onto one of them before moving to the other.

"this stomach," he kissed all over your torso, being extremely careful of your bruises as your hands around through his locks once more.

"love the way it feels when i lay on it," he made his way down to your thighs, loving the way you squirmed underneath his touch. he hovered right over the place you wanted most and gently bit down on your thigh, your hips bucking upward subtly from the shock.

"god, these thighs," he huffed as he squeezed them once more. "love the feeling of them wrapping around my head when i'm between them."

"then how about you get between them, then?" you sighed sarcastically, your neediness getting the better of you

"so very impatient," he mocked before pressing one final kiss to your inner thigh. "but what the princess wants, the princess gets. for now, at least."

he licked a thick stripe up your slit, tantalizingly slow just to hear the whimpers that left your lips from the feeling. your hands flew to his hair, gripping it tight as he continued to lap at your pussy.

"so good, sir," you moaned out. "please don't stop. don't stop!" you cried as his lips wrapped around your clit. "uh- right there! yes!" you shouted as your thighs strained to remain still. "yes! oh fuck, yes!" you yelled as the high hit you like a train, his hands grasped your hips so they would stay in place, working you through that euphoria. "oh, thank you, thank you so much..." you trailed off, running your hands through his hair once more as he began making his way up your body, peppering kisses all around you.

"mmm, you did so good for me, y/n," he praised before connecting your lips to his in a passionate kiss. you whimpered into his mouth greedily. "someone's eager, yea princess?" he chuckled. you nodded your head as you bit your lip. "what do you want? i need you to tell me," he whispered, his hands trailing down your body once more and connecting with your sensitive center.

"pl-please," you whined, your hips bucking into his hand. "you, i want you," you informed him as if he hadn't already known.

"you have me now," he chuckled.

"no, no. i want you inside me," you pouted, your hands pulling the hair at the nape of his neck for punctuation.

"you want me inside you?" he asked as he pushed his fingers inside you, your mouth widening to form an 'o' from the surprise. "there, i'm inside you," he teased once more as he began thrusting his fingers in and out. you held onto his arm, a way to ground yourself so you could stil talk without sounding like a baby.

"your- i want your... shit... your dick. i want your dick inside me, please," you practically begged as his fingers began curling inside of you in that perfect spot.

"ohh, is that what you meant?" he asked like a smart ass, you couldn't find it in you to be a brat about it, so you just nodded your head as he worked you through your second orgasm of the night.

"yes! ohhh, fuck, yes," your hips rutted up against his hand from the pleasure. "please, please," you asked once more. "can you please just fuck me now? i want your cock..."

"aww, of course, princess," he said with a bright smile.

he got up from the bed only to remove himself of his remaining clothes before adjusting himself, lining his dick up with your center. he ran his dick through your already wet folds before slowly pushing himself inside of you, knowing you'd still need to adjust to his length.

"so beautiful, y/n," he grasped your hands, interlacing your fingers with his as he began to push himself inside you once more.

it might've been the feeling of being in submission for him, but you felt overcome with emotions. the intimacy of the moment you were sharing was more than just the sex you normally had. it was beautiful. the way he looked at you with awe each time he thrust himself back inside of you. the way you held onto his hands tightly in order to tell yourself that it was real... that he was real.

"god, i love you," he groaned as he kissed you fervently, his pace still set relatively slower than usual. "so much, y/n."

"i love- i love you," you moaned, removing your hands from his only so you could wrap your arms around his shoulders, pulling his body closer to yours. "spence, spence i'm so close," you whined in his ear, which only egged him on.

"i've got you, y/n," he pulled back to look at you as you came on his dick. "let go. let go for me," he moved a piece of hair from your face once more as your mouth flew open in pure bliss. your nails dug into his back as your pussy clenched around him, bringing upon his own orgasm, spurts of his releasing covering your walls. "fuck, y/n," he groaned, burying his neck into your shoulder before you pulled it out, wanting to observe him in such a vulnerable state.

"i love you," you whispered, only him able to hear it.

"i love you," he whispered back, pressing your foreheads together as he caught his breath.

when he managed to pull out, he found a new pair of underwear and pulled them on before going to grab you a fresh pair of his clothes to wear to sleep - you liked that they smelled like him, it helped you sleep better.

"where're you goin'?" you whined from the bed, trying to sit up abruptly but only finding a shooting pain going through your abdomen.

"shhh," he whispered, rushing to the side of the bed to guide you back to laying down. his hands found your shoulders and right before he was going to release them, you grabbed his hands.

"are you leaving me again?" you asked pitifully, tears welling in your eyes.

"no, sweetheart," he furrowed his brows. "i'm never going to leave you," he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

"i know... i know i can be annoying like you said and i'm working on it," you looked down at your hands, which were now in your lap. "just please be patient?"

"you don't need to work on anything," he wiped the tears from your cheeks. "i never should have said those things to you, whether or not i was upset. i'm so sorry i made you doubt yourself," you found yourself wiping his own tears away. "now let's get you into the bathroom, okay?" you nodded as he helped you get up, guiding you to the bathroom to relieve yourself.

while you were doing your business, he went and got you that change of clothes you needed and brought them to you once you were done. he used a damp, warm washcloth to clean up between your legs and made sure to wash your face for you. he helped you get changed, letting you use him as a balancing bar, and then directed you back to the bed. he rest his head on his pillow, looking over and seeing you still on your side of the bed, not curling up into him as you usually do.

"y/n," he whispered. "i know you're probably still mad at me, which is totally fine because just because we had sex doesn't mean i'm done making it up to you. but... it's kind of harder to sleep without you cuddling with me than i thought. so if you're alright with it can we just..." he trailed off.

"spence?" you asked with a giggle.

"hmm?"

"i'm not supposed to sleep on my stomach or side," you held back a laugh, knowing it would hurt. "i mean, i'm glad we're on the same page about you still making it up to me, but it's kinda doctor's orders that i don't sleep like that."

"oh..." he bit his lip, trying to keep himself from feeling too embarrassed. "right. can we hold hands while we sleep then?" he asked, acting as if he had found a loophole.

"now who's touchy?" you joked, hurting your stomach from the laughter but finding that it was worth it.

"ha-ha," he mocked. "very funny, y/n," he groaned.

"yes, darling," you joked once more. "of course we can hold hands while we sleep."

and you did.

and for the first night in a week, you slept peacefully.

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stephthenewgirl · 4 years ago

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AGTAW — I: Twila Gilbert

“Twila, did you take my dark blue leather jacket?!” Elena Gilbert strides into her sister's bedroom without a simple thing as a kick. She halts upon laying her doe brown eyes on her sister; her mouth parted and her thin brows furrowing. There her sister stood in only a bra and panties but that's not what shocked her, it was the fact that Twila was in her underwear with a boy in her room. He sat at the edge of her queen-sized bed that was covered in gray and black sheets and heavy blankets. His elbows pressing down on his lap and his back hunched over. His deep brown eyes moved to the elder Gilbert twin.

The later twin — Twila — with celerity wheeled her body around, her large hazel brown eyes aimed at her sister sharply. Her body hiding the boy behind her midway. And the somewhat naked girl's medium brown hair that fell into a sepia reddish-brown moved sweetly and nimbly stroke her neck. A rainbow stripe shirt held between her fingers — a shirt she was about to put on before Elena intruded her bedroom.

Twila briskly put the rainbow shirt on, after she tugged the shirt down, stretching out slight folds on the fabric and she stomped her way towards the elder Gilbert. Elena's doe eyes stayed fixed on the boy that sits peacefully on her little sister's bed. She disliked this — and she disliked it even more that the boy who looked so peaceful and unbothered had no shirt on.

Why doesn't he have a shirt on? Elena query herself.

“Don't you know how to kick?” Twila asked heatedly. Elena's eyes fluttered to the younger twin.

“I-I. . .” The words just wouldn't come out. Her eyes wandered to the boy on her sister's bed. Elena wanted to say ''no boys allowed in the bedroom'', she wanted to ask why Twila had no clothing on and why was he shirtless, what was happening. Elena gasped as the boy known as Clarkson sent a wink to her then frowned.

Twila pushed Elena out of her room, slamming the door in her face.

“No boys in the room, Twila!” Elena finally found her voice.

“You're not my fucking mother, Elena!!” Twila waits to hear the footsteps of her sister walking away. It did not take long. Today, Elena had no energy to lecture her. Twila was grateful. She twirled back around, walking towards the end of her bed.

“Will, that was a show.” Clarkson Forsyth spoke, a lopsided smirk on his soft pink lips. Twila mocked smiled at the boy, picked up his black tee off her bed then threw it at him, hitting his face.

“Yeah, you would think that.” Their giggles bounded off the four walls. “Hurry up. Martin and Vera are picking us up in sixteen.” Twila told the boy as she made her way into her closet and yanked a pair of pants off the hanger.

“So should I hop out the window and wait for you outside?” Clarkson said, standing from the bed, the black shirt in his hold as he goes. He flipped the shirt over and slid his arms in the sleeves then pulled the shirt over his head and pulled it down over his body. Twila stepped out of the closet wearing dark blue loose jeans and held two pairs of black sneakers in her hand. She walked towards her bed, displaying a frown on her face.

“What? No.” Twila sits down at the end of her bed and pulls out the socks she tucked into her sneakers. “I'm fucking hungry, and I know you are too.” Twila slipped the sneakers on her feet and tied them up.

“I just don't want to start—” Clarkson started, taking small steps towards the Gilbert girl.

“Clark, you've been my best friend since kindergarten. My family knows you and Aunt Jenna is cool, and she likes you. You're not going to start anything. . .” Once she finished tying her shoelaces, Twila looked over to the obsidian hair strong-jawed boy. “. . . Okay.”

Clarkson chortle. “Yeah, okay.”

Twila nods slightly with a smile. “Okay.” She pushed herself off the bed. “Don't mind Elena, she's just being a prude. Elena's been all big-sister ever since mom and dad passed. The girl is only four minutes older than me but that is a mile for her.”

Clarkson cracks a tiny smile. “How are you feeling, anyway?”

Twila was quiet for a second, thinking of what to say. She looked up at her best friend and greeted him with a sad smile.

“Getting better. Can't do anything but get better. The world goes on.” Twila gives him a longer smile that forcefully reaches her cheeks. Clarkson pulls her into a hug. It took a while for Twila to react back, but she did; wrapping her arms around him tightly.

“Thanks — for being here for me. I didn't know what I would have done without you last night.”

It was late at night when the boy called, gasping with sobs and in need of his best friend. Twila immediately told him to come over. She sat up on her bed and rubbed her sleep away, awaiting his arrival. Finally arriving at the Gilbert home, Twila hugged him and listened to his recent problems with his father as he cried on her shoulder. Twila did not mind — Clarkson was there for her when her parents passed; even invited her to crash in his room when she did not feel like being at Caroline's. After his tears dried out, they watched Buffy together on her baby-blue-covered laptop — forgetting about the sadness as they laughed away.

“Of course, Clark. I will always be here for you.” Twila pulled from the hug, her hands clasping his biceps tenderly then she gave him a fast smile. “Now get off of me,” She pushed him jocosely. “C'mon, I'm starved.” Clarkson chortled with a head shake; the two grab their belongings and head downstairs.

Twila and Clarkson dumped their belongings on the sofa before passing the threshold into the kitchen. The gold sunlight streamed through the square window; the silhouette of the window slept on the kitchen Island and kissed Jeremy's naked arm.

“Good morning, Gilbert family!!.” Twila smiled wide at her family that was diffuse around the kitchen area.

“Morning, Twila,” Aunt Jenna says softly, tipping her head back from the refrigerator door, welcoming Twila back with a duplicate smile. Her eyesight moved to the boy beside her niece. “Oh, hey Clark. I didn't know you were here.”

“Yeah, I hope you don't mind. Just needed my best friend last night.”

“Oh, nonsense,” Jenna waves him off. “You are welcome anytime. Would you like some toast?”

Twila's eyes instantly widened, jerking her head from side to side, “Oh, no. I'm making waffles. Don't need you having us eating rocks, Aunt Jenna.”

“Not rocks, Twila. Just burnt toast.” The kitchen erupted with laughter for everyone's lips — even Jeremy's. The boy who had been in the dump all summer, spending his time with Vicki Donovan and drug heads. Both Gilbert twins were happy to hear him laugh again; they haven't heard it in a while. Elena shook her head in the corner with a smile and a mug in her hands. After, she pulled it closer to her lips, taking a sip. “Who needs lunch money?”

“Here!” Both Twila and Jeremy raised their hands, shouting.

“Elena?” Jenna walked to her bag that sits on the chair at the dinner table.

“No thanks, Aunt Jenna.”

“Okay.” The strawberry blond rummaged through her bag, pulling out three twenty-dollar bills. “Here you go.” Jenna handed Jeremy and Clarkson each a twenty.

“Oh no Jenna, you don't have to,” Clarkson says, declining the money.

“I know, I want to. So take the money.”

“Take the money!” Twila yelled, not sparing a glance over her shoulders. Her eyes were fixed on the waffles, she didn't want them to burn like Aunt Jenna does every time she cooks something.

“Yeah, or I'll take it.” Jeremy playfully stood up acting as if he was honestly going to, Aunt Jenna pushed him back on his seat.

“Sit down.” She told the boy. “Take it.” She utters to Clarkson, pushing it at his crest.

“Okay, okay. . . Thanks, Jenna.”

“No problem. Twila, yours is on the table.”

“Thanks, Jenna.”

“Don't you have a big presentation today?” Elena reminds the young caretaker.

“I'm meeting with my thesis advisor at. . .” Jenna glanced down at her watch and freaked, “Now. Crap!”

“Then go. We'll be fine.” Jenna nodded at Elena, she quickly put her hair up in a ponytail with a rubber band then grabbed her bag, and dashed out the side door.

Twila plopped the last waffle on top of the rest. Elena walked towards her sister, standing beside her.

“Why was Clarkson in your room?” Elena inquired.

The sepia brunette twisted her neck to her twin. “Because he came over last night.”

“Why?”

“Because he needed a friend, Elena. You know, like how Bonnie comes over when she needs you.”

“Bonnie's not a boy.”

Twila's brows narrowed down and her eyelids batted. She can't believe what Elena was saying to her right now. She angles her body, facing her sister.

“Elena, you know Clark for as long I've been friends with him.”

“Doesn't mean he's not a boy.”

Twila turned away from Elena; grabbing the pleat of waffles, she was done with this exchange. Before she walked off she targeted her big brown hazel eyes at her sister once more.

“I don't know when you've become such a wet blanket but stop with the mothering act. I can have whoever I want in my room.”Twila let Elena know, leaving her there speechless.

Twila was wordless while she ate her waffles, Jeremy and Clarkson on the other hand talked as if they were in a club meeting. The conversation with Elena left a sour taste in her mouth, she still enjoyed her waffles of course, but she was upset. Her big brown hazel eyes glared at her twin as she asked Jeremy a simple question: if he was okay. She snickers at Jeremy's response and rolled her eyes when Elena glanced at her with a confused pouty face.

Elena folds her arms and walks off from the three teens, not soon later Twila's phone buzzes. A text from Vera telling Twila she and Martin were outside. A small smile pulls at her perfect lips as she stares at the screen. Twila slides the phone back into her pocket and sights her eyes on her brother and best friend.

“Vera and Martin's outside.” Clarkson got the hint. He hopped off the stool, grabbing his pleat and then Twila's. She gave him a soft thank you. “Need a ride, Jer?”

“Sure.” Jeremy got off the stool taking his dish, going towards the sink. Clark and Jeremy end up in a —you go first, I go first— situation. Jeremy stepped aside letting Clarkson pass. Clark smiled up at him shyly. Twila looked at him with a knowing smile, and he ignored her smug look while he walked to the living room area grabbing his book bag on the sofa.

Twila walked up behind Clarkson, playfully bumping into him. “Oh, I'm sorry. You first. No, you go first. I go left, you go right? Oh, um. . . okay.” Twila laughed at her dramatic imitation of Jeremy and Clarkson's exchange in the kitchen.

“Ssh, shut up. He could hear you.” He whispered to the girl over his shoulder.

Twila rolls her eyes, “Oh, please.” She grins and moves from behind him, going to grab her book bag also. Clarkson shook his head, letting out a stressful sigh. Hoping Jeremy didn't hear his sister mocking.

“Come on, Jer!”

“Coming!” He placed the wet dish on the dish rack and rushed his way out of the kitchen grabbing his book bag on the chair head. “Hey Vera, Martin.” Jeremy greets his sister's two best friends. Vera is a square face, soft beige skin brunette with deep-set dark brown eyes. Her brows were black-filled and straight. Her hair was black and short in a pixie rat tail cut, her bangs were cut right above her eyebrows, and two long strips of black hair fell just under her chin on each side of her face.

“Hey, Jeremy.” Vera greeted back.

Martin was an almond skin boy with long brown hair and a handsome diamond-shaped face. His eyes are hooded, small, and brown. Martin is Vera's half-brother and was Twila's boyfriend of two years, now ex-boyfriend but still great friends.

“S'up, Jeremy. How's it been?” Martin made conversation.

“Okay. How about you?”

“Fan-fuckin-tastic. I got this new skateboard from my dad. It—”

“Please, stop talking about the skateboard. No one cares, Martin.” Vera twists her head briskly at her brother before aiming her sights back at the road.

“You're just mad I'm better than you.” Martin retorted.

“Ha! Better than me? Jokes. . . That was a funny joke.”

“You—”

“Please, can you turn on the radio? Don't need to hear your brother-sister bickering.” Jeremy and Clarkson chuckle at Twila's insult. Vera rolled her eyes yet she did what was told and made a turn; passing The Mystic Grill. The song WANNABE by Spice Girls blasted throughout the dark blue color car.

Vera, Clarkson, and Twila belled along with the song. Martin and Jeremy had no choice but to tolerate the ordeal of their boisterous singing.

“So, here's a story from A to Z. You wanna get with me, you gotta listen carefully. We got Em in the place who likes it in your face.” Twila bells.

“You got G like MC who likes it on a. Easy V doesn't come for free, she's a real lady. And as for me?” Vera follows.

“HA, YOU'LL SEE.” The three teens yell from the top of their lungs like a banshee's cry.

“C'mon guys.” An annoyed Jeremy wailed.

Martin's eyes traveled from the backseat to his sister. “Yeah, guys cut it off.”

“Slam your body down and wind it all around! Slam your body down and zig-a-zig ah!” They laughed at how irked the two boys were.

Twila pushed herself off her seat, her lips went to Martin's ear. “If you wanna be my lover!” Twila ear-splittingly sings.

Martin slapped his hand against his ear, “Twila, what the fuck!”

“You gotta get with my friend!” Vera sings.

“Friendships last forever!” Clarkson followed along.

“Friendship never eennnnds!” The three belled.

“That's not how it goes.”

“I don't give a shit, Martin. Now, get out of my car. We're here.” The long-haired boy rolled his eyes and pushed the car door open; he stepped out. The four other kids in the car followed shortly after.

“So — the boy had to sleep with her friends to be considered her lover?” Jeremy queried his eldest sister.

“That's not the message of the song, Jer.”

“Well, that's what it said.”

“Yeah, but—”

“Hey, Jeremy.” Vicki Donovan smiled making her way to Jeremy.

Jeremy copies and greets her back. “Hey, V.”

“Twila.” She uttered, moving her eyes to Twila.

“Victoria.” Twila gave a faint smile. Vicki and Twila were once good friends. They got especially close when Elena and Matt started dating but had a fallout this summer when she started to use her baby brother for his prescription pills and sleeping with him to avoid her own screwed-up life.

“Okay, let's go bitc—” Vera stops when her eyes set on Vicki Donovan. “Speaking of bitch.” Her hip cocked out, her fingers tucked into the back of her blue denim jeans pockets.

Vicki's mouth agape and her brows knitted. Her lips hastily retrieve with a curl and a scoff. Vera took hold of Twila's wrist, pulling the girl away from Vicki.

“See ya, Jeremy.” She said as the group of friends part ways from the young boy and ex-friend. “I still can't believe you allow him to be around her.”

“There are certain things I can tell Jeremy to do and certain things I could. He's hard-headed like that.” Twila explained with a shrug.

Lunch came fast for Twila. She had six-period lunch and had Mr. Tanner after. She was tired and glad the school day was almost over. Then she remembered she had to help Caroline with picking out some fresh faces for the new year try-outs after school. Great. She sighed.

“You look exhausted,” Vera slid, sitting down on the curved seat. She set her tray on the round cafeteria table. Today's lunch is a ham sandwich, chicken nuggets, apple, and a side of salads with a dressing of your choice and beverage. The food at Mystic Falls High wasn't so bad.

“I am.” Twila pushes her hair back, fingers gripping her hair softly. “I just wanted to go home after school and have a nice bubble bath, but I have try-out picking to do after school.” She wailed and pouted. Twila felt like sobbing, she truly needed and wanted that bubble bath.

“Aww, don't be so down, Twila. I'm sure you'll be fine.” Vera grabs a hold of her sandwich, taking a big bite.

“Let me detail it for you.” Twila leans forward, her hair falling as she moves her fingers and locks her big eyes with Vera's deep-set ones. “I'm try-out picking after school — with Caroline.”

“Ohh. . .” Vera sees the problem now.

Twila smiled tightly and her eyes squinted a bit and a little hum leaving her lips. Her smile says: now you get it. “It's going to be hell.”

“Aww, Twila. I'll be there for you.” Vera's mouth was occupied by food, she kept her teeth locked while her lips moved. The words came out muffled. Twila smiled anyway.

“You will?” Twila's lower lip pushes out.

Vera nods and speaks after swallowing. “If you need me, of course.”

“Aww, thanks,” The short-haired brunette joined her palm on top of Vera's hand. “But I can't do that to you.” She removed her hand, stealing Vera's apple. “I'll go through the belly of the beast on my own.” She takes a bit of the apple. Vera laughed.

“The belly of what beast?” Clarkson arrives, taking a spot next to Vera; Martin follows beside him.

Vera's eyes travel to the raven-haired boy. “Caroline.” She informed him.

“What about Caroline?” Martin questioned.

“I've got some fresh cheerleaders to pick out with Caroline after school.”

“Oh.” Clarkson and Martin mumble. Twila nods at the boys, chewing through the green apple.

Martin swallows down his food with water before speaking. “Aren't you co-captain? Can't you just do it another time?”

“No.” She placed the apple down on the table. “I'll just get it over with.”

“Clarkson, where were you last night?!” Barbie Forsyth asked, approaching the small group. Clarkson eyed up his sister. She stood with her hands at her hips.

“At Twila's.” He answered honestly. Barbie's eyes went to Twila; they had a squint to them.

“Of course.” She scoffed, shifting her eyes back at her brother.

The bottled blonde — Barbie Forsyth — never had a good relationship with Twila Josephine Gilbert. Ever since Twila ruined Barbie's gingerbread house in elementary school; just because she wanted a piece. And the other time they were partnered up in a history project. Barbie had done all the work and Twila just plastered her name on the paper. But those weren't the reasons why Barbie didn't like the big-eyed Gilbert all that well. For as long as she could remember, Clarkson and Twila were inseparable. She always felt like Twila was more of Clarkson's sister than she ever was.

“Why were you at her house?”

“I, uh. . . I needed someone to talk to.”

Barbie's head jerked forward. Unbelievable, she thought. “You could have talked to me.” Her light green eyes stayed on her brother; it made Clarkson feel guilty the way they were intensely piercing at him. Her eyelids blinked and she rolled her eyes. “Whatever. I wanted to speak to you last night.”

“Okay. . . What?”

Barbie glanced at Twila, who like everyone else at the table was focused on them. Barbie looked back at her brother. “Not here in front of her.” She yanked the boy, pulling him off his seat and away from the group.

Vera chortle, aiming her sight on Twila. “I'm guessing she still hates you for not doing the history project in middle school.”

“Ha, guessing?” Martin uttered. “It's a known fact she does.”

Twila laughed along with her friends, brushing down the fact that deep down she felt awful that her best friend's sister hated her for something she did in middle school. Not knowing that Barbie didn't dislike her because of some petty school project issue, the bottled blonde felt like Twila took her brother from her.

“Once our home state of Virginia joined the confederacy in 1861, it created a tremendous amount of tension within the state. People in Virginia's northwest region had different ideals than those from the traditional deep south. Then Virginia divided in 1863 with the northwest region joining the union.”

In the back corner of the room, Twila sat near the large windows. Mr. Tanner's voice was inaudible to her ears as she doodled in her history book. Through the windows, the evening sun rays hit the desk of students and the classroom floor. One golden glint shimmers comfortably on Twila's hair. A rainbow hues sat at her open history book, making Twila stop her hand movement. She admired the reflection of the colorful lights. Rainbows are one of Twila's favorable things about nature. Rainbows and heavy rain on a lazy afternoon, but she always hated the after smell. It always smelled of wet soil and moist greens.

Her large eyes wandered to the windows, it landed on the tree just outside Ms. Tanner's classroom. A crow sitting perfectly inanimate, as if it was a statue.

It was larger than most. Its feathers pitch as black but the little sunlight that hits its feathers shine a rainbow on it. It was sleek and had greedy dark claws and a sharp beak. Its black eyes glittered, and they were fixed on Elena; the brunette that sits two rolls down from Twila.

Twila watched the crow leer at her twin with this inclination in its eyes. Like how boys' eyes linger on a girl wearing tight clothes; those tops that pop out their cleavage or dresses that outline their bodies.

It was creepy, to say the least.

Then its dark eyes blink at Twila. The girl flinched back a bit, her eyes got broader, but they stayed on the bird. It was like the bird was challenging her; playing with her. A game of who would look away first.

The school bell boom, Twila flinched once more. Her eyes flutter to the front of the classroom seeing everyone packing up.

She lost.

Twila stood up, grabbing her book bag along, and followed her way out the room behind the crowd of teenagers. The short brunette sauntered her way through the crowded hall; she made a right, passing four classroom doors before reaching the staircase. She walked four flights of stairs down, landing on the first floor she went to her locker, putting and taking some of her things then — to Caroline she went.

Twila walked through the football field towards the concern the school gave the cheerleaders to practice. Her eyes gazed at the wannabe cheerleaders of all ages and sizes perfecting their moves. It brought a smile to her face.

Until Caroline spoke.

“Ugh, there you are.” The blonde's voice reached Gilbert's. Twila rolled her eyes. Always Caroline, the extra control Queen.

“Hello to you too, Care.” Twila drops her bag on the green cut grass. “Let's get this over with, shall we?” Some in the flock of wannabe cheerleaders chortle.

Caroline narrows her light bluish-green eyes before throwing Twila a mocked cheesy grin. The blonde pulled the sheet of paper to her eyesight. “Okay, first off you are going to be asked some questions — okay.” The group nods. “Okay, any of you guys have experience with cheerleading? Like gymnastics, dance, or have ever cheered before? If you have, raise your hand.” Caroline nods and marks it down. Caroline glanced to her side, “You want to say something, or are just going to stand there. Co-captain.”

Twila steps forward with a smirk. “All who have experienced step forward, those who don't. Please take a seat at the bleachers.” They followed their orders and Twila continued. “Now I want you all to show me what you've got. Jump, tumble, split, dance? Whatever you've got.”

The fourteen that step forward show Caroline and Twila what they could bring to the team. Both girls watched with sharp eyes. Twila had nicely commented on one girl who intended to do a cartwheel backflip after Caroline rudely told her she shouldn't try it again.

Twila told her she should. She did and succeeded. It was much better the second time around.

Throughout the try-out, Caroline rolled her eyes, scoffed, and scored the wannabe cheerleaders. Twila on the other hand praised and nicely Judged their performance. But she had snickered here and there with the blonde.

“Okay, we are done.” Twila was glad. “Those who made the team will be getting an email in two days and those who didn't,” Caroline sucked air through her teeth. “Too bad.” She shines her big smile, “Okay, bye.”

It was late afternoon and the sun cast a golden shadow upon the sky and Twila didn't care that it was four something when she got home, she was just happy she got her bubble bath. Her arms rest on the top edge of the tub and her hair held up by a black hair claw. She relaxed peacefully in the warm water and the smell of cinnamon, she bathed in the quietness. That was until Elena ruined it.

“Elena!” Twila shouts at her sister that breaks into the bathroom.

“Sorry,” Elena says. “Bleeding.” She put her foot on top of the toilet cover and rolled the bottom of her jeans up.

Twila looked down seeing the dry blood, “What happened?”

“I fell in the cemetery when I was running from a crow.

“Running from a crow?” It's brought a chill down Twila back. Her mind wondered if it could be the same crow watching her from the tree outside Ms. Tanner's window. No, she's just being paranoid.

“Yes.” Elena rolled down the leg of her jeans after cleaning the scraps on her leg and putting on a bandage.

“What were you doing at the cemetery?”

Elena put her foot down on the bathroom ground, sighed, and sat down on the bath cover. “I went to see mom and dad.”

Twila rolled her pretty eyes. “But you didn't see them, did you? You went to see a stone with their names plastered on it.” Twila's fingers wave in the bubble, playing with them. It was stupid for Elena to go see a piece of rock with their parent's names on it. It wasn't gonna bring them back, She thought, nothing was gonna bring them back.

Elena sighs and brushes her hair back. “I'm going to the grill, you want to come?”

“No thanks,” Twila looks over her shoulder. “I had a long day, I'm just gonna relax at home.”

The elder's twin nods, “Okay.” Elena left the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. Twila fell back to the bath and relaxed once again.

A.N— Maine focus characters & Twila's outfit

#tvd fanfiction #vampire diaries fanfiction #vampire diaries x reader #damon salvatore x oc #elena gilbert #bonnie bennett #salvatore brothers #stefan salvatore

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