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benscursedkid · 4 years ago

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*title from the song of the same name by mansionair and a continuation of this post*

synopsis: rebekah and ben’s relationship progression throughout their second year at hogwarts. (plus some bonus of other characters too.)

pairing: ben copper x mc; ben copper x rebekah roberts

genre: angst, fluff, etc.

words: 5.160

a/n: is it 5am rn for me? yes it is. did i skip the ice vault scene because i’m tired and lazy? you bet. also, i know they’re in second year and thus supposed to be around twelve years old but i’m pretty sure i forgot what being twleve felt like (must be all the repressed embarrassment yikes) so i apologize if this seems slightly too heavy or at times mature for that. but then again, this is hphm so y’know... trauma <3 also be warned, i’m tired so this is unedited as of rn. i’ll come back and edit it maybe tomorrow or the next day but if you’re reading this then i have not done so yet. pls, enjoy anyway!

She woke up that morning with a spring in her step. Her bags had been packed for weeks, her robes already ironed and an outfit laid out for the morning. She discarded it, choosing instead to pull another one out of her trunk and switching their spots. The young girl ran all over the house, picking up anything that had been thoughtlessly left out and almost forgot to take time to sit and eat breakfast.

It was a thing her parents still tried to insist on. Eating meals as a family despite the fact that they are indefinitely one member short. Their motivation usually wore off by lunch only to be half-heartedly reignited by dinner.

The effort is just what she’d wanted except…Rebekah hates it, truth be told. They do nothing more than inquire about Rowan and Ben, occasionally touching on the weather before falling silent again. And that’s how they remain for the rest of the night. Disappearing into their room seems to be more habit than pastime for them now and Rebekah is left to her own devices. They don’t watch her father’s favorite movies, they don’t make any plans for the next day, they don’t laugh over old jokes. Sometimes, when the moon is high and her spirits are low, she wonders why they can’t try like she does. To fix their family. Her brother may no longer be around, but surely she is enough to keep them going, right? Surely, knowing that they still have their daughter left is enough...isn’t it?

Her thoughts often took those turns at home, but today she hadn’t let them get to her. Her parents could be heard getting ready for the day in the solace of their quiet room while Rebekah finished brushing her teeth and gathering some last minute research she had done the night before. Mysteries might be fun, but it’s about time this one got solved.

They were even quieter on the way to King’s Cross than usual—even by their new standards—but Rebekah didn’t care this time. Her mind was too busy running in different directions to spare a moment to anything else.

“You be careful, ‘Bek,” Her mother whispers presently into her hair, her thin arms wrapped around her small body in the tightest hug she’s received since she came home two months ago. Her voice is uneven and Rebekah can feel the quivering of her lips against her dark hair. “Stay in one piece, alright?”

“I will.” She promises swiftly, the words leaving her mouth without much thought.

Her father tries for a smile that even he has to know doesn’t land. “Say hi to your friends for us, yeah? Let them take care of you.”

His voice was gentle, his tone and intentions soft and well-meaning, but Rebekah can’t help but bite her lips to keep back a frown. It is glaringly something he would never have said before and for whatever reason, she doesn’t like the fact that he says it now.

Her father’s hand reaches the back of her head, his palm cradling her cheek affectionately as she pulls away from her mother. He seems about to hug her himself, but in a move strangely unlike him, he doesn’t. Somehow she knew it wouldn’t come. Somehow her heart breaks just a little more anyway.

The train whistles and she notices that her trolley has already been taken to the luggage compartments. Sound and perception come back to her all at once as the atmosphere seems to crack. Students mill about them in tandem and the heavy scent of the train’s engine prickles at her delicate nose. Her mother and father find their place again, stuck together like glue, and take a small step back. When they look at her their eyes are tired.

“Have fun, Rebekah.” Her father offers as her mother struggles to keep up her already thin façade of a collected person.

She nods at them in farewell, her body already turning towards the train. “I will.” She says again.

She hated the summer holidays this year, yet turning her back on her parents is still a stinging betrayal that quells the breath in her throat. She makes a point to not look behind her lest she fall apart all together.

Fortunately, there are still some reunions to be had today, the first of which she walks into before even stepping onto the Hogwarts Express. With her arms held tightly around herself and her eyes cast downward, Rebekah doesn’t notice it when a familiar head of blonde hair sticks itself out the window as she approaches the steps.

“Rebekah!” Cheers a soft voice, one that is usually not heard over the ring of the crowd.

On instinct, her eyes follow the sound, landing on the sight of Ben Copper with his neck stuck all the way out a compartment window. Unwittingly, all her claustrophobia melts off of her and a giggle even falls like a trickle from her lips. Her hand comes up to cover it but she doesn’t miss the way Ben’s cheeks flush deep with pink.

The sight only strengthens her smile.

“Ben,” Rebekah greets with a grin, moving out the way of the steps to instead walk over to stand directly in front of his window. Her hand still hesitates between covering her mouth and balling into a fist at her side. She swallows the uncertainty down. “What in Merlin’s name are you doing? Doesn’t your neck hurt?”

He blushes again and Rebekah gets the overwhelming urge to ruffle his already messy hair which clearly still shines with product. “No! Well, not before you mentioned it…”

She chuckles. “Looking for the best view?”

“Not anymore.”

Emotions grips her throat and her smile hesitates between freezing and growing even larger. For his part, Ben simply rubs at the back of his neck shyly, unable to meet her eye now.

His mouth opens to respond when she doesn’t immediately say anything back, only to be interrupted before he starts by a much higher, much more enthusiastic voice.

“Rebekah? Is that you?” Rowan gasps, pushing Ben slightly to now fit her head through the window. The blonde grimaces next to her, his nose scrunching up in discomfort and the scene is so comical Rebekah has to laugh. It comes off her chest like a heavy secret she hadn’t known she’d been carrying.

“You’re here!” Her friend gushes, her lips splitting with a grin so wide Rebekah fears it may cut her face in half. ‘What are you doing standing out there? Come in, the train will depart soon!”

Rebekah doesn’t mention how absurd she looks with her head popping out of a window like a cartoon character. She merely shakes her head and does as she’s instructed.

It doesn’t take long to find her way to the compartment, even with the onslaught of students now hurrying to board the train. The whistle sounds off again somewhere, but the happy chatter of children and teens mute the sound of it. She’s barely taken a single step into the compartment when Rowan launches herself at her for a hug. Rebekah returns it gently, ignoring the way the rim of the other girl’s glasses press intently into the skin by her ear.

Rowan releases her quickly, her arm looping through hers and already beginning to speak a mile a minute about something or other Rebekah doesn’t quite manage to catch yet. Perhaps she would, if her eyes hadn’t caught on Ben’s. His own are a warm and welcoming gold with the rays of fading summer sunshine catching on them through the window screen. They cast little squares across his face that Rebekah finds difficult not to count before—

Welcome back, he mouths to her silently, not daring to interrupt Rowan now that she’s started on another one of her tangents.

Rebekah grins, a slight blush of her own rising to her cheeks. She nods to signal her acknowledgement before turning back to Rowan, barely catching the end of her complaint about the library near her house.

It’s good to be back.

~✾~

I haven’t seen him since we stepped off the Hogwarts Express, Penny will tell her later but only after Ben has already been gone. Why hadn’t she noticed his absence sooner? I’m a little worried, Rebekah. Especially after what happened last year with the cursed ice.

She tried to bring it to McGonagall’s or Angelica’s attention earlier, but Dumbledore called for everyone to go immediately to their dorms after dinner. No exceptions.

They were ushered to their rooms like cattle, their prefects doing their best to calmly give them orders. Chester, for his part, seemed to pay her some extra attention. In hindsight, Rebekah knows that he has good reason to be suspicious, but at the time his scrutiny only served to further agitate her.

How could he have disappeared already? Why did no one see him leave?

Why didn’t she?

And why is it always those closest to her?

~✾~

Her sleep that night was fitful and her appearance the next morning was even worse. And just her luck, her least favorite person caught her at the door to Transfiguration the next time she tried to see McGonagall.

“You look worried, Roberts.”

Rebekah sighs, her usually level temper flaring at the mere sight of her troublesome classmate. “What do you want, Merula?”

The Slytherin smirks, looking nonchalantly at the black polish chipping from her fingernails. “I was just wondering if you’d had any luck finding that cowardly mudblood friend of yours.”

Her eyes snap sharply over to Merula’s. Green meets magenta in a swirl of anger and pride, each of them holding onto both. When Rebekah speaks, her voice is low and measured. “Do you know what happened to Ben?”

“I know more than you,” The other girl mocks but suddenly she doesn’t seem so teasing anymore. She takes a taunting step closer and despite the daylight peeking through the windows, her eyes darken with mirth. “I know that sometimes even when people are missing, they’re exactly where they’re supposed to be.”

The words are more than just a punch to the gut. It’s bad enough to be reminded of Jacob’s absence, but implying that the world is better for it is…

Merula takes this moment of hesitation to drive her point home. “There are things happening at this school you could never begin to understand, Roberts,” Jacob did. “Trying to uncover those things is going to get you killed.” Like Jacob?

“No,” Rebekah shakes her head, her hands balling into fists she just barely manages to keep at her sides. “Trying to get in my way is only going to end up hurting you, Merula.”

Merula glowers at her, her lips twisting up into a snarl. “You’ll learn everything soon enough.”

“If you’re not going to help me find Ben,” Rebekah snaps, her glare sharper than she thinks it's ever been before. “Then just stay away from me, Merula.”

“As you wish, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Rebekah finally pushes past her, but her words linger in her head far into the rest of the day.

~✾~

“Please, Madam Pomfrey,” Rebekah pleads, pouring all of her worry and concern into the five syllables. “Someone should be with him!”

But the healer just arches an unconvinced eyebrow, refusing to move from her place blocking her entrance into the hospital wing. She crosses her arms at Rebekah’s comment. “And you’ve come to the conclusion that a skilled healer is not enough company, Miss Roberts?”

Rebekah makes a noise of frustration that sounds strangled in her throat. “He needs a friend, Madam!” The woman does not budge and Rebekah runs a fraught hand through her short black hair. She’d wrestled her Ravenclaw tie loose earlier and discarded her robes at her dorm the second she’d gotten back from the fifth corridor, figuring that it was only a matter of time until Ben got seen here.

“I won’t bother him. I won’t bother you. I won’t bother anyone, I promise.” It’s been days since she’s heard from him, she was starting to worry... “Please,” She says eventually, the weight of all her troubles finally managing to drag her down. “I just want to see him.”

Pomfrey studies her closely for a long time before something close to recognition flashes across her face.

She steps aside.

~✾~

He doesn’t wake up for another four days. By then the weekend has come along and not so easily, might she add. She’d spent much of her time after and between classes sitting in the hospital by Ben’s bedside. In the back of her mind, she knew that she should have been more worried about the notes and the quills and the clues, but every time she thought about that doubt crept into her mind.

Surely, her luck couldn’t be that bad? How likely was it really that one of her very few friends was conspiring against her? And that it could be Ben? Of all people?

It wasn’t just unlikely as far as Rebekah was concerned. It was impossible.

Ben would never do that to her.

Rowan and Penny had been worried about how thin she was stretching herself. Between classes and clues and uncomfortable hospital wing chairs. After her honesty in his class, Flitwick had given her a small extension on the last homework assignment, given how often—and how commonly known—she visits Ben when she can. Even Chester had taken to checking in on her, not that she was the one who needed it.

And yet in spite of all this, she was not with him when he woke up.

She’d been resting in her dorm with Rowan after being kicked out by Pomfrey the day before. The matron claimed her worried frowns and her frequency in the wing were beginning to scare some of the other students and instructed her to take the weekend away from the smell of pumpkin juice and disinfectant. She hadn’t wanted to leave, but she had been able to get Pomfrey to promise to alert her if anything changed.

The rest of her and Rowan’s roommates had quickly vacated the premises when it became clear that Rebekah was not going to leave. She thinks they’re afraid of her, like many other people she’s noticed. Thinks that she’s mad. Like your brother, some of them say. You’re cursed.

But Rowan stayed. For a while she tried to distract her with art or wizard’s chess, but eventually they settled on a book. Rowan sat on her bed, the book spread out on her lap as she read it to Rebekah out loud while she sat on her own bed upside down in boredom. Rowan had the better voice for it, they decided, and a longer attention span.

It was like this that they found her. The poor frazzled student Pomfrey had apparently sent to fetch her. It’s Ben, they exclaimed and she swears the whole common room fell quiet behind the half-opened door. He’s awake. And he’s asking for you.

Before she knew it, her legs were moving. She wasn’t really thinking—they knew where to go—as they ran her down the corridors. The pale morning sun blinked at her as she passed each window. Until the door came into view and she only just had enough wits about her to slow down, steady her now labored breaths before entering the wing.

She pushed the door open and Madam Pomfrey was on her immediately. “That was quick.” She says matter-of-factly, her hands folding in front of her the way they commonly do, her shoulders straight and expression relaxed.

Rebekah ignores her. “Is he alright?”

“I believe so,” She answers quickly without preamble and she heaves a sigh of relief. “His memory is erratic, but I have seen patients in far worse condition in my time as Matron of Hogwarts.”

“You said he asked to see me?”

“Many times, along with other strange requests and proclamations. I believe he’s experiencing some state of delirium.”

“Can I talk to him?” She asks, ignoring the way her heart flips painfully in her chest at her previous words. She doesn’t want to think about how disoriented he must have been. She should have been there.

“Mister Copper has been through quite an ordeal and still remains in a very delicate state—” She begins but one look at Rebekah’s face tells her that little she can say will matter. She sighs in something that sounds like sympathy before gesturing over to his bed. “Make it fast.”

She smiles briefly in lieu of thanks before she’s moving again towards the familiar spot by his bedside. Pomfrey hadn’t even moved her chair.

Despite his clearly groggy state, Ben smiles weakly as she approaches, recognizing her immediately. His voice is meek and scratchy when he says, “Hi, ‘Bekah…”

Her lips pull up slightly at the unfamiliar nickname and she allows herself to fall habitually into the chair beside him. She reaches out to take his hand, but thinks better of it and wrings them together nervously underneath his bed instead. “How are you feeling?”

As she says this, Ben frowns, his whole body slumping further into his bed at the reminder of his condition. Dark spots can be seen beneath his eyes despite being unconscious for the past four days and his skin is still pasty and almost as pale as hers. Not for the first time, Rebekah wonders just what happened in the near week and a half it took to find him in the corridor.

“Cold. Tired. Sore,” He laments, but his mouth manages to pick up just slightly anyway. “Not that different from usual to be honest.”

Rebekah wants to laugh at his attempt at a joke—no matter how self-deprecating, acknowledging the effort it must have taken, but she doesn’t quite manage it. Instead, her brows knit together even more in worry for his health and well-being.

“Are you comfortable?” She finds herself saying, her eyes flicking to his rather flat looking pillow and the cold bars of his bed. “Is there anything I can do?”

Ben smiles and this time it takes. He still looks tired and he still looks ragged, but not so lonely anymore. The sight reminds her of what a twelve year-old boy should look like as his round cheeks wrinkle with the change of expression.

“Seeing your face is enough,” He admits a bit sheepishly, fiddling with his fingers purposefully, ducking his head down to look at them. “Madam Pomfrey is very helpful, but she doesn’t have the most comforting bedside manner.”

This gets a chuckle out of her at the truth of it and Ben’s smile returns victoriously.

Now it is Rebekah’s turn to look away and she nervously crosses her ankles before uncrossing them again. She shifts only subtly in her seat. “She said you asked to see me?”

His face twists in confusion. His head tilts in tired frustration. “Did I? I feel like I’m losing it…”

A small part of her is left disappointed with his lack of remembrance, but it is far overshadowed by the full force of her concern coming back at his clearly patchy memory. Just what did that cursed ice do?

Her hand twitches again to reach out to him but this time she listens to it. Her hand wraps cautiously around his wrist in what she hopes is a consoling manner. “What were you doing in that corridor, Ben? How did you get trapped in the ice?”

The Gryffindor shakes his head in anguish. “I don’t remember. I can hardly remember anything at all. Madam Pomfrey thinks it has something to do with the ice.”

Emotion lodges itself in her throat and for a moment she can’t speak. Ben looks away from her, seemingly in shame, but shame for what she isn’t sure. And she hates that she questions it. This isn’t fair! Why must these things always happen to her?

Paranoia pricks at her conscience and climbs up her spine. She has no choice but to press further. “I found a letter to you in the artefact room,” She explains and Ben still refuses to look at her directly. She isn’t sure whether to take that as a bad sign. “It led me to another one that told you to go to that corridor…”

“I’m sorry, Rebekah,” Ben whispers as though he doesn’t have the strength for anything else. “I just don’t remember…”

Something pulls at her chest. “Ben—”

“That’s enough for today, Miss Roberts,” Pomfrey announces, having snuck up behind Rebekah while she’d been distracted. “Mister Copper needs his rest.”

“But—”

“It’s okay,” Ben grabs her hand, his own not much bigger but it still offers her the reassurement that is intended. “I’m kind of tired, anyway.”

Rebekah frowns half in suspicion and half in confusion. “You just woke up.”

“I’ll be fine.”

Pomfrey clears her throat and Rebekah sighs, reluctantly releasing her hold on Ben’s hand and offering her friend in question a wave as she disappears back behind the privacy curtain.

She doesn’t see him for the rest of the day, but her mind stays stuck on the hospital wing and the missing week and a half of Ben’s memory of how he got there.

~✾~

In hindsight, meeting Bill had been, thankfully, one of the only good things to come out of that term. At the time, she couldn’t have ever guessed the way that things would soon be playing out, but one thing that was a constant in her life when nothing else was is Bill Weasley.

Her surrogate big brother—and arguably the best one she ever had—went on to get her through the worst of times. Even when he couldn’t be there, he always lent her his support. Rebekah doesn’t know where she’d be without him.

And to think she almost met him for the first time with a book about Patricia Rakepick. She knows now that hindsight isn’t always funny.

~✾~

Speaking of older brothers, she never quite expected to find comfort in dry as wood Chester Davies of all people but—What are prefects for?

Rebekah’s grin comes surprisingly easy, all traces of her nightmare forgotten. “Badgering everyone about house points?”

“Hey!”

~✾~

Rebekah groans as her face plants into her textbook, her head feeling like it holds nothing but bricks. Certainly no useful curse-breaking information.

A light, breathy chuckle is heard from beside her and if she weren’t stressed out of her mind, it might have brought a smile to her face. Her shoulder is cautiously poked as her study companion regards her fondly.

“You’re not tapping out already, are you?”

She lifts her head just high enough off the potions book to glare at him through the dark strands of her hair now stuck to her face. “Remind me again why we didn’t invite Penny to teach us this instead?”

He hums as though in contemplation, but the smile threatening to lift his lips tells a different story. “Because I need the extra study time and you were just bored enough to join me?”

It’s mostly a lie. She knows that she needed to study some possible potions her and Bill could bring into the vaults and ever since he got out of the hospital wing, she hasn’t been able to see Ben too often lately...but yes, he also did really need the study time. Unfortunately, the hospital wing isn’t the most convenient place to do homework and even though he did every assignment his roommates brought back to him, Ben had fallen a bit behind in Snape’s class.

Though, really, she doesn’t think anyone but Penny is exactly ahead.

Still, she frowns as Ben reaches to brush some of the hair out of her face. The tips of his fingers graze over her skin and he clears his throat before looking away.

Rebekah does the same, casting her eyes around the room. Truthfully, there’s not much to look at. It’s the same potions classroom it's always been: dark, dreary, and slightly dingy. Though, she must admit that the faint green light coming from the dungeon corridor does cast a rather lovely reflection across his face.

“Well now I’m even more bored.”

“I’m sorry.”

Instantly, her brows draw together in slight disappointment and surprise at the sudden sad apology. When she looks back over at him he’s already turned subtly away from her, but his eyes are somewhere else. Somewhere distant and far away.

“Ben, are you sure you want to deal with the cursed ice again?”

He actually barks out a laugh, but’s hollow and strained. “No, I am absolutely unsure,” He huffs, chewing anxiously at his lower lip. “This potion makes me feel better about my likely injuries, but I’ll learn a new charm to try and avoid injuries and trouble altogether—”

Without thinking, Rebekah allows her hand to fold over top of his and Ben stares at it for a second, his cheeks going a little pink again before continuing.

“—s-sorry, Rebekah,” He stutters out for a moment and she finds it more endearing than she thinks it really is. “I didn’t mean to worry you.”

“Somehow, I find that strangely hard to believe.”

They laugh together effortlessly, most of the weight from before gone. As always, the expression transforms his face into something more youthful and unburdened—the way she thinks it was supposed to be. The sound of their laughter mixing together like paint sounds like music to her tired ears.

“But seriously though,” Ben adds as it winds down, all thoughts of potions and textbooks forgotten. “I’m still going to do it.”

She can’t help but ask. “Why?”

And when he answers her, he says it simply. As simply as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“Because you need me to.”

~✾~

She fell asleep on the train.

Ravenclaw had a huge celebration the night before for winning the house cup. Rebekah hadn’t the energy to join in on the festivities—the cursed ice had really done a number on her, not to mention that bloody knight—but it was rather amusing to watch Chester run around trying to put out the fires of adrenaline. With all of that joy and creativity in one room, she’s sure he was up all night.

Her and Rowan had their own secret celebration too. They congratulated themselves—and Bill, Penny, and Ben internally—for making it past the ice vault… and then spent the rest of the night theorizing on what the next one could possibly be. They certainly weren’t left empty-handed after all.

But her brother’s voice haunted her well into dawn. She saw his face every time she closed her eyes. And she missed him.

She missed him so much it hurt.

“Rebekah,” A whisper. A tap to her shoulder. When did she fall asleep? “Rebek—”

“Don’t just poke her like that!” Mocks another voice, one equally as familiar yet in her groggy state she is unable to place it.

“Well, the train has stopped, Rowan—”

“But you’re not gonna wake anyone up poking them like porcelain china, Ben—”

“Please tell me the two of you didn’t argue the whole time I was out?” Rebekah croaks out, her throat tight from recent disuse, attempting to blink herself fully awake.

Rowan huffs slightly but doesn’t disagree while Ben remains still and silent and Rebekah suddenly realizes she’d fallen asleep on his shoulder. She sits up to give him his shoulder back and he offers her an understanding smile.

“I’ll have you know I was perfectly civil—”

“—You threw your muggle studies book at me—”

“—well it’s the one I like the least, so—”

Rebekah whines petulantly and throws them both a pleading look, her lower lip pulled over her other one in a pout. “C’mon, guys, summer holiday just started. Can’t this wait?”

Their frowns remain on their faces but they don’t object and Rebekah supposes she’ll have to start taking that as a win.

“Thank you.”

It doesn’t take long to gather their things and leave the train. Given that it has been stopped for the past few minutes, most students have already left. Only the slow stragglers remain. Ben and Rowan take up a spot on either side of her as they exit their compartment and descend the few short stairs to the King’s Cross platform.

Immediately, the warm rush of summer air hits Rebekah as her foot touches the ground. With most of the families gone or leaving, it’s not as noisy as it was the last time she was here, but her ears do manage to catch on a voice calling out to them from her left.

Rowan laughs from beside her and waves at her parents and cousins, her grip on her trunk nearly going white with how hard she squeezes it in excitement. She turns to give the shorter girl a quick hug and promises to write to her frequently, stopping only to throw Ben a hesitant nod of farewell before she’s skipping off to join her family.

Rebekah takes a look around but does not immediately spot her parents. Or Ben’s.

His throat clears and she turns back to him. His blue t-shirt ripples a little in the soft breeze, his hair waving with it, and his eyes bore into hers with intent. His brown eyes shine with something that feels like a goodbye and a hello all in one.

She smiles.

He opens his mouth but his attention catches on something behind her and she knows what he sees as an expression of fondness and recognition crosses over his features. His hand comes up into a small wave before looking back to her and sending the universal wait gesture.

“Thank you,” Rebekah speaks before he can and catches him off-guard. “For all your help this year. I...I’m sorry about your memory. I’m sorry you couldn’t get it back.”

Ben seems to shiver at the reminder before collecting himself. He shrugs in a more nonchalant way than she’s almost ever seen him. “Don’t be. It wasn’t your fault. Besides, considering where I ended up...I’m not sure I’d want to remember it anyway.”

She tries for a smile at the silver lining, no matter how bleak it is, but it feels cheap so she bites it back instead.

“I’ll write you everyday,” Ben promises quickly, nodding almost confidently. “That way I wo—”

“Don’t do that,” She shakes her head, her smile half of a tease. “You won’t have too much to talk about if you write to me every day. Your letters will get short. Every weekend should suffice.”

Ben nods at the idea. “Okay. Every weekend.”

A beat passes between them. Neither of them speak.

“I’ll see you later, Ben?” She asks somewhat hopefully and strangely somewhat unsure. Where did her uncertainty come from?

But he only nods, a smile finally breaking through.

“See you later, Rebekah.”

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ohblackdiamond · 4 years ago

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little t&a (paul/gene, nc-17) (part 21 of 29)

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Four weeks before KISS gets back on tour, Gene discovers that Paul’s been cursed by a groupie. For the sake of KISS’ finances, Paul’s comfort levels, and Gene’s libido, this crisis must be resolved. Sexswap fic. In this chapter: Paul and Gene go on a date and discuss groupies. Gene muses.

Paul ended up driving them to a Japanese restaurant about an hour later, even though they’d had Chinese takeout just a few days prior. Gene felt a bit underdressed in Paul’s tee and waistband-digging jeans, for all he was trying to avoid getting recognized. Then again, Paul was only in the other blouse he’d bought and the jeans from yesterday, so maybe it didn’t matter.

But it felt like it did. It kept nagging at him. Paul hadn’t dressed up, but he had put on a little makeup. He’d even tried to do something with his hair. He knew exactly what this was. He knew Gene really was taking him out.

Gene thought he’d be more nervous about the whole deal than he was. Paul was still getting the door for him, and part of Gene hated himself a bit for realizing he’d miss that, too. It wasn’t going to be as endearing once he was back to normal. None of Paul’s little quirks would be.

Gene felt ashamed over it. He really did. Paul was the same person, with or without tits, but that didn’t mean Gene was going to stay interested once they were out of the equation. Paul had said he wouldn’t be. And that really hadn’t even been the only time. Paul had kept hinting at it long before. I bet you’d rather me stay a girl. It was a horrible thing to even own up to fantasizing about. Even if Paul had dealt with it fairly well, at least over the last few days. He’d taken to all the superficial trappings of being a chick pretty readily, the makeup and heels and so on, but that was probably because all that was stuff he already did as a man. Beyond that, he wasn’t really playing at being a girl very well. Wasn’t trying to.

Could he really feel the same way about Paul once they took care of the curse? Once Paul felt ready to give it up? And it’d have to be soon; even not counting the tour, eventually, Paul’s parents or Bill Aucoin or someone would call in a missing person report. Would he still want Paul then?

Gene wasn’t sure. He’d lay a woman whether she was pretty or not, but he’d never fucked a guy, and never been interested in the prospect. But it kept nagging at him anyway. Trying to picture Paul back to normal was almost hard, when he was sitting there in front of him. Looking cute as hell with his hair fluffed like cotton candy and another low-cut blouse on. Looking happy. Normally, Gene would get a little disappointed, hanging around once the clothes were off a chick, even one he was dating. He never could help feeling like something had been—oh, not spoiled, exactly, but—like something had been… lived-in, maybe. Like a month into owning a car, when the clean smell of the dealership was gone. No longer new, and disappointingly his.

But watching Paul chatting amiably about nothing—no, not nothing, he was talking about maybe trying to visit Japan off-tour, sometime, get some real sightseeing in, instead of hasty bus rides—just brought back to mind the image of a couple hours ago. Those pretty lips wrapped around his cock, or, almost better yet, parted in a plaintive cry. Fuck, Paul could scream, and it was somehow almost appealing, how he kept trying not to do it but ended up moaning all the louder.

Gene didn’t feel like he’d lost interest once he’d gotten Paul naked. It had just given him more to explore. Not just those sensitive breasts or the taste of his juices, either. Not everything was carnal. He hadn’t realized the guy had any freckles, for one, although maybe some of them had just been buried in the carpet of his chest hair prior. Maybe he’d just never had a reason to look.

Gene’s stomach growled, and he decided he needed to quit while he was ahead. Paul was starting to look at him funny, and nudging him under the table with his foot. They ordered platters of teriyaki chicken, fried rice, and sushi rolls, Gene carefully checking the ingredient list and grilling the waitress about the fish used while Paul, predictably, ignored kosher and got exactly what he wanted.

“Maybe that’s why you got cursed,” Gene teased, once Paul started eating his California rolls. Paul made a face.

“Very funny.” He took a long gulp of his water. The guy had to have been starving after throwing up last night. “She was just… I don’t know if I can explain it.”

Paul hadn’t tried to explain it, either. Not that Gene had pressed, back in the limo last night, when Paul had looked pale and shaken-up about the whole deal. But he’d been curious. Paul and Carol had been down in the basement nearly past the twenty minutes he’d allotted. Long enough for Paul to find out exactly why she’d done that to him.

“Go ahead.”

Paul hesitated.

“It’s… Gene, do you ever think about the groupies? I mean, really think about them.”

“No.”

“I didn’t, either.” Paul seemed to try to laugh, and then he wiped at his mouth. “I… I remember getting kind of dopey over some chick when we were still playing ballrooms. Then I found out she’d let half the New York Dolls screw her.”

“I don’t know why that stopped you.”

“Because that meant it wasn’t… that meant I didn’t matter to her, if she’d just let me the same way she’d let them. It was too… shit, I can’t be talking like this out in public.”

“Why not?”

Paul stared at him for a long moment before shaking his head.

“Because people can hear me.”

“Barely anyone’s here, Paul.”

Paul took another few bits of rice, using his chopsticks. He still wasn’t good with them, but he liked to pretend. World traveler Paul. Meanwhile, Gene was diving into his own rice with a fork, getting easily triple as much per bite. Far more efficient.

“Yeah, but we’re not in the Village or any of that shit.”

“Are you that afraid of getting looked at dirty? You know that’s all anyone would do.”

“I’ll tell you in the car,” he said, and reached for another piece of sushi.

Paul made good on his promise. Once lunch was done (the owner had actually dropped by their table and given them small bowls of ice cream on the house, which Paul seemed very chipper about) and he was out of the restaurant parking lot, he started in again. Offhand and abrupt, one hand worryingly on the radio dial. He seemed to be trying to find a traffic report.

“I guess I thought the girls got off on it.”

“No shit, Paul.”

“No, listen. I thought they all did that with every rockstar that came to town.” Paul finally stopped fooling with the dial, turning up the volume. Gene half-wondered why, when Paul didn’t even live in New York proper anymore, and probably wasn’t going to hit boatloads of traffic on the way back. “I thought… I hoped they understood how it was.”

“They all know they’re never gonna see you again.” Gene shifted uncomfortably. “You have fun one night, and that’s it. They take a good memory back.”

“Carol didn’t.”

Gene didn’t answer for awhile. The silence wafted up like summer haze above the pavement. When Paul didn’t elaborate, Gene spoke again.

“Why did she do that to you? Just because she didn’t have a good time with you?”

“No. That’s not it. She just… shit, Gene.” Paul let out a long breath. “She wanted something I couldn’t give her.”

“She wanted to date you? Paul, that’s really not your fault, if she didn’t understand—”

“Well, I didn’t deserve to get cursed over it, but… fuck, I don’t know.” Paul’s eyes were dark. Not unreadable, just pensive. “We go out there and we say all that bullshit. We love the fans. We love the girls. We… we do the teenybopper mags. It… Bill’s so smart, y’know, you got the girls that want you and the ones that want me and Peter and Ace and so on, right on down to a type—”

“Paul, I don’t think I’m following you.”

“What do you mean?”

“Are you saying you wanna be honest with the girls? You want to put in print that they don’t matter to you?” Gene shook his head. “It’s showbiz, Paul. You can’t be everything to everybody. The girls ought to know better. It’s not on you if any of them really think they’ve got a chance.”

“We’ve let them think they do.” Paul was starting to look a little nerved-out by his own words. “They’re not getting that idea out of thin air, Gene. We… we’ve got a little bit of responsibility here.”

“I’m allergic to that word in that context.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. It makes me think of paternity lawsuits.”

He’d expected Paul to laugh, but he didn’t. Just kept driving in silence, switching the station again once they started playing music. It seemed like he was going into the traffic, rather than away from it. Maybe he’d wanted to stop somewhere before heading back home.

“They’ve got feelings, though, don’t they?” God, Paul was still at it. “I didn’t ever mean to hurt them, but I did. I didn’t really start to understand until…”

The ice cream felt suddenly like a brick of milk in Gene’s stomach.

“Until what?”

“Until you said we could take a picture for your album.”

“Paul, that was a shitty joke, I didn’t mean—”

“I know. I know.” Paul sighed, and beeped the horn at the taxi in front of him. Gene saw the cabbie roll down the window and stick his hand out, flipping him off. Paul returned the favor, but kept on talking as he did it. “I figured if… if I didn’t wanna be treated like that, like something to… to collect, then maybe some of them didn’t, either.”

Gene couldn’t think of anything to say. That was rare enough to be worrisome. His girls were different from Paul’s, anyway. He didn’t have that sappy, sensitive lover image that Paul did, that’d make for clingy mental cases. His girls just wanted kinky sex, topped off with his tongue between their legs. But he couldn’t shrug off the feeling that Paul was onto something. Something a little bit terrible.

He’d been on the road long enough to get a sense of demographics. The girls in the Midwest and places like Utah, in their way, were a real treat, eager to do anything to please. Gene hadn’t ever even had a threesome, but he’d fucked around a bit with BDSM, that kind of thing. He’d noticed the cornfed, good-girl, hometown types, they were the most likely to be up to indulging something weird.

He’d thought it was just because they were repressed. Wanted to let loose before they ended up fat and married with five kids. It had never hit them that it might be because they were just naïve enough to buy into what KISS was trying to sell.

“Maybe.”

He felt Paul’s eyes back on him briefly, and then they were back on the road. Gene’s sense of direction wasn’t the greatest, but he knew for sure now that the route Paul was taking went nowhere near his house. He cleared his throat, putting his hand on Paul’s thigh.

“Paul, you’re not… I don’t want to just take your picture. You mean more to me than that.”

It was a couple of seconds before Paul nodded, resting his hand on top of Gene’s, lacing their fingers together.

“Thanks, Gene.”

“Don’t thank me. It’s true.” And then, because that still didn’t seem sufficient, because worry was starting to sink into Paul’s forehead, he leaned over on impulse, kissing him on the cheek, lips mostly brushing Paul’s hair instead. Paul’s one-handed grip on the steering wheel only faltered briefly, pink rising in his face. “Where are we going?”

“You don’t know?” Paul started to smile. “C’mon, Gene. You took me out. I gotta return the favor somehow.”

“It’s New York, you could be taking us anywhere.”

“We’re heading to Central Park.” Paul patted Gene’s hand, and then shifted it to dig around in the middle console. “Real romantic, I know. Feed some geese, get out there in a rowboat… c’mon and check for me, Gene, I think I’ve got just enough change for the parking meter, even…”

“What about the carousel?”

“Sure, if you want—”

“Great.” Gene’s hand was inching gradually up Paul’s thigh. “I think it’d be a fun ride.”

Paul smacked his hand away.

#kiss the band #kiss fanfiction #paul stanley #gene simmons #gene simmons x paul stanley

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boymeetsweevil · 6 years ago

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bts as boyfriends

a/n: tbh this was basically a list of things i just had swirling around in my head and its basically a continuation of my moments w/ bts and sleepovers w/ bts

Kim Seokjin

Squishes your cheeks together in his big ol’ hands because he can and because he thinks you look cute that way

Is highkey a fan of having matching stuff, but not full-blown couple outfits

thats where he draws the line >:|

Created a separate instagram account just to document the meals you guys have together on your date nights

Dumb (but cute) snapchats of him doing that fast yelling thing he does but he just tells you how much he misses you rly aggressively

also spams you with selfies and videos from other members’ accounts

Pets names hmmm

prefers to call you Doll

yeobo seems too serious (its what his parents call each other)

Sweetie/Honey makes him feel like an old woman

On your one year anniversary he gave you a 5000 dollar watch but presented it in a box wrapped in printer paper that had his face printed all over it that he made in Microsoft word with some of the editing crew’s help

all of his gifts get wrapped this way

Jin Is scary serious when you take a selfie together

“Babe, this isn’t the angle--quick lets move over here so we can still catch the light” ***proceeds to sprint ahead of you to some random spot where the lighting is optimal and hurry u over like “ >:( cmon the sun is setting” ***

Is not your typical PDA type, will do weird things just to embarrass you

puts his hand in your back pocket while you’re in the starbucks line and smiles when you give him incredulous side eye

rests his phone on your head to mock you for being shorter than him

Links arms with you like old lady gal pals while you’re walking because he knows you HATE IT

fake moans when you swat his arm for being weird and embarrassing

you shushing him and ending up just glaring because he has no shame and there’s an old man glaring at u on the subway

You can bet he tests out recipes on you!

some of ur most romantic nights have been when you come over just casually but the whole house smells like food he’s been tweaking

you sit at a stool by the kitchen island and he comes by with like 8 different sauces you need to try and noodles to test for texture

He is the type of boyfriend that thinks its funny to gross you out

he eats food the fell on the floor just to piss you off

will kiss u while he’s chewing gum :(

touches u with his bare feet :((((((

Min Yoongi

Is less bold but NEVER lacking with his affection

Likes to take walks in any weather

E.g. Loves when its rainy because then you have to huddle close because he INSIsts on sharing an umbrella

E.g. Will even walk in the winter/end of fall because he likes to share mittens and scarves - this is the closest thing to cheesy you will ever get with him

Isn’t the type to send selfies

if he does, its just of his shoes of the day with an ironic caption like “rate my fit and i’ll follow back”

Readily accepts all of your selfies, though

Upgraded his phone 2x just so he could have the extra storage to save all your photos

a lot of them are blackmail worthy, which is the reason for saving them half the time

Yoongi Is a champ when you get drunk

will hold your hair back

lets you spit your gum out into his bare fucking hand before u hurl and will not flinch

rejects all of your lewd propositions, but may record you and play back your whiny drunk voice the next morning to make you reconsider taking shots next time (PS u dont ever reconsider)

he likes home dates too, obvi

usually you schedule naps at his place because everything about his bedroom is better than yours

mattress is huge and the perfect firmness

sheets are higher thread-count

can sleep with his hand up your shirt all he wants because he doesn’t have any roommates at his own place

pillows are always cool to the touch BUT

he might schedule dates at your place if he’s been away and just wants to bury himself in your smell. Speaking of...

...Yoongo is a smeller

he is always smelling you, loves how you smell

He smells your hair while zoning out waiting for his americano to come out when ur at a cafe

He’ll wrap himself around you from behind and sniff your neck idly while he plays candy crush on your belly while u try to cook dinner

Nicknames vary on his mood/your behavior

brat - for when you’re being a brat duh

kid - default, all purpose and a little mocking

your last name when he’s feeling rowdy

your first name when he’s emotional

Jung Hoseok

Hobi always runs full force at u when he sees you even if you’ve been in each other’s faces all week

Whenever he’s bored and you’re nearby he’ll moonwalk around you

You love to watch him practice but you also hate it because if you make eye contact he’ll come over and try to pull you in to teach you

He’s tried to teach you to dance dozens of times and you never get any of his choreo

usually it ends in him maneuvering you into a slow 2 step

which then always becomes a tiny makeout session

but honestly so many other random activities you do together turn into makeout sessions because tbh hob is a bit of a greaseball

this means that half the time you’re ignoring him pawing at u and making cheesy jokes during inopportune times

the other half of the time ur dragging him by the collar and looking for an empty room to take him into because u dig him and his cheesy horndog antics

He’s also lowkey highkey a dudebro

crowds you because he wants to chest bump and ur like “-.- again?”

kept trying to get your secret couple greeting to be that little surfer hand thingie he does with tae sometimes and u said no because neither of u are 8 anymore

likes spontaneous dates, so usually you’ll text him wyd and if he’s free he’ll just answer ‘coming to get u now’ and then you sigh and slip on your shoes and wonder when you’ll be able to have a date where its not 10:30 at night and you’re not wearing sweats and ur not going out just to go eat some chicken by the Han

You utilize all your privileges that you have dating him to visit Mickey

any time there is a break in the guys’ scheduling you say you want to visit mickey

He lowkey hates those days because you just lie on the floor next to mickey and eat the snacks his mom puts out and COMPLETELY ignore him

u and his sister take turns petting mickey and telling embarrassing stories about hob while he sulks in the corner

he gets revenge by taking 20 pics of ur back and doodling horns on ur head and spamming u with them

Probably would call you a bunch of weird things as a pet name

ducky, peaches, cutie, hotpot, captain etc.

sometimes calls you sweet thang but only when its after dark and he’s trying to make moves

Hobi is the type to always want idle touch but its not exclusively sexy u kno?

if you’re watching tv together he’ll have an arm slung over you

if you’re out to dinner, he gravitates towards booths so he can press his shoulder against yours

if you’re chilling in bed you HAVE to be rubbing his arm or else he’ll give you the most ridiculous pout [its so cute tho :’C ]

Thinks you’re the funniest person alive, is always laughing at stuff you said whether if was supposed to be a joke or not

which means he does that deep hiccuping giggle all the time and you just :’))))))

He’s so patient and let’s you test out all your new skin care products on him because he likes having your hands on his face and the way you talk softly half to him, half to yourself while you talk about what you’re doing

maybe its ASMR lmao

Kim Namjoon

The first thought you had after you started dating was that you could touch his dimples any time you wanted

so naturally you do

he has long since gotten used to you just touching them while he’s driving, reading, listening to music, just existing

the first time you did it he was just talking to you about something and when he felt your finger nudge his dimple

Joon: “I feel like if we visited in the spring we could go frog catching and maybe then we could-----*you jam your finger into his dimple*

You: and? what were you saying?

Joon: uhhhh I forgot :0

a fan of couple outfits but not in the same sense Jin. its more like he likes to plan your outfits

he gets really excited when he thinks of something you would look good in and always gets really bashful right before he shows it to you because he wants you to like it

he has great taste and is very observant of u and ur style so there has never been a time where he has planned an outfit for u and u looked less than amazing

same for photos, he takes really good artsy photos of you all the time

thats what 80% of dates with him are

walking through the city at night so he can take a picture of you with the city scape behind you

or going to those instagram-able cafes in the city during their slow hours so he can pictures of your coffees and you sitting next to a pastel neon sign that says like Love Hurts or something edgy like that

taking photos like that one girl and her bf who travel alot on ig, u know the one

but u never actually manage to get a good shot like that because ur always like ‘joon my arm hurts why dont u be the girl’

He’s in general big on googling popular activities and getaways and making a big deal of documenting it

as a result: he’s been working on a scrapbook and he thinks you don’t know but you and all 6 other members and even Bang PD know about the scrapbook

he gives it to you on your anniversary and even though youre expecting it, you cry

he takes photos of that too and it goes in the one for next yr lol

He calls you baby of course

but not in an exaggerated/pronounced way

it comes out super naturally and he says it more than he says your actual name

u better Get used to just turning around and catching him giving you that one soft smile he does with his whole face

“is there something on my face?”

“no, just enjoying the view <3”

Always wants to make your plate when u visit his home, and always ALWAYS gives you too much food

going there and realizing that maybe its a family thing as you watch his mom heftily scoop vegetables onto his dad’s plate while his dad looks on in worry about where he’s going to fit it

Using Joon’s lap as a pillow!!!

he can read and stroke your head while you snooze

him humming off key because he thinks it helps you sleep

Park Jimin

Before you started dating, Jimin seemed like the guy that everyone loves because he’s effortlessly cool and charming

And he is even after you start dating BUT

He is also a little praise monster and lives for your compliments

Jimin takes advantage of the fact that you are obviously enamored with him and will do things to fluster you on purpose

runs his hands through his hair because he knows you can’t look away

gets unnecessarily close to tell you things because he knows you get goosebumps when he whispers in your ear

plays chicken with you all the time

slow looks at u until u squirm

HE’s a menace

but also reminds you of a bumblebee

Jimin loves to go to see the latest comedy movies and those are always fun

Not because the movies are actually that funny (lowkey he has really bad taste in comedy movies), but because he will LOSE IT in the middle of the theatre and end up slumped over the armrest just laughing his head off

Cue the high squeaky laugh where he can’t even see the movie screen anymore because his eyes are squeezed shut :3

After the movie he always tries to retell funny scenes like

“And then *laughs* did you see the part where the guy *laughs* *laughs more* and then he *dolphin noises*

“Yeah, Minnie it was funny”

He always wants you to come to the gym with him because he gets an unnecessary amount of motivation from those gym couple accounts on instagram

You go in your big t-shirt and shorts and he goes in a similar outfit

It always ends up with u watching him because again he looks good when he lifts weights and does squats

he likes the attention too

Calls u cutie

but thinks its funny to sometimes address u as his favorite anime villian’s name ur always like hmm time to go now

He’s a feeder kinda like joon

YOu can’t ever eat anything by yourself, he always wants to cut things for you, spoon feed you

he’s very caring

This means he also is super attentive when ur sick and will bring u soup and play cards in bed and always refresh ur water and bother u about taking medicine

Kim Taehyung

Everything with Taehyung is beautiful and u feel beautiful with him which is so amazing and crazy at the same time

He is a big cheerleader for u he loves everything u do

You made a badly folded origami and he shouted cute and was so genuine and got it laminated somehow and keeps it as a keychain accessory

He’s always showing you things

like some of his favorite classical art pieces that he’s saved pictures of on his phone

sometimes he tells you about how he can’t wait to plan the perfect trip to europe with u so u can visit some of his favorite pieces face to face

Always showing u his new (and old) favorite songs and movies

some of ur dates are going to see old films or foreign films at this one really hip theatre in the city

he bought a gramophone a little while back before u started dating and he loves to play records for you and lie with you on the floor and show u the best parts of the song with his hands in the air

He has a fancy camera too that he uses to document “special moments”

when u asked him how come he always uses it to take picture of u then he was like everything with u is special and u had to tackle him and cover his whole face in kisses because he cant just say things like that without facing the consequences

He keeps a journal where he doodles in the margins and writes songs and poems that only some people have seen like yoongi or jimin

he tried to draw you once and it came out looking a little strange but he’s still learning and u love him for it

He also gets soo sooo excited when you show him your favorite things

u dont do it as much because they dont seem as cultured or pretty but u show him a movie from ur childhood that u still watch once or twice a year and his eyes were huge the whole time and he was so glad to watch it with you

Calls u Jagi because he likes what it means and its truly accurate

U guys are just on the same wavelength and he really appreciates that u dont find him weird or quirky or overly pretentious even

u finish each others sentences and can predict moods pretty well its a little scary for the guys to watch u talk to each other in half sentences and know what the other means

When u first met, it was through Joon because he thought u guys would click and he was super nervous and worried because a lot of ppl don’t really GET him

Maybe at ur blind date a song came on in the restuarant u were in and it was a song he really liked

and then u were really shyly like “it feels like when you find a really special spot in the woods that nobody knows about” and hes like

“yeah, it really does” and then goes home and writes ur name 20 times in his notebook before getting the courage to call u about a 2nd date

Jeon Jungkook

You already know what it is with this kid: MEME CENTRAL

seriously ur texts are like 80% reaction pictures you downloaded off the internet that just get cycled over and over again because they’ve started to replace certain common phrases and emotions

Yoongi tried to jack JKs phone once and read the messages out loud to the members to try and embarrass him and he actually couldn’t read the last 24 hours of messages because it was literally all pictures/emojis

JK thinks ur laugh is the best sound he’s ever heard and is always trying to bring it out

he makes so many weird faces

those also become memes in the chat

he does so many exaggerated moves from choreo just to get u to crack up

does random weird things with his voice at inappropriate times to get u to choke

Like Jimin he is a praise monster

he wants u to think he’s impressive because he thinks ur very accomplished and cool and he’s still very much the young shy boy he was before joining the band.

Does flips because he knows u love it and won’t leave u alone until u confirm that u are in fact watching

JK: “Hey, hey, watch this LOOK are u looking?”

YOU: “Yes oh my god what?”

JK:*Does a backflip*

YOU:.........DUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDEEE WTF ITS LIT IN HERE

JK: *internally* i can die now

Get ready for some next level cuteness OMG

the little nose scrunch will become the most frequent thing

u will be ruffling his hair and it’ll tickle so he’ll scrunch his nose and u’ll just explode its amazing

The BABY SMILE every time its been a while since you’ve seen each other

You’ll practically tackle him and he loves it and spins u around a little too fast

Those big sparkly eyes that he has?????

prepare for those when its his night to cook but he doesn’t feel like it and says he wants to order pizza for the billionth time

You can’t say no to him ever

gaming is not your thing but he will rope you into a 3 hour Fortnight tutorial because u love him

Not really big on pet names, or like any names for that matter

but he will use your actual name for when he wants ur undivided attention

Is scared that you think he’s immature so sometimes he’ll try to go a day without making a joke and then its ur job to try your hardest to crack him up

this is good because ultimately u also love his high pitched loud laugh

#bangtan bookclub #bttnetwork #btswriters #hyunglinenetwork #networkbangtan #bangtan #bts fanfic #bangtan fanfic #bangtan imagines #bangtan scenario #bts scenarios #bts imagines

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summoner-kentauris · 6 years ago

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these are more or less notes to self ignore at will

Okay, so Valentia turns into Valm, because, Alm

Valmese Empire fell apart as empires do, Walhart (scary guy red horn hat new unit) united it. Something complicated about a bunch of people with a bunch of identities. Validar (robin dad? hella creepy. seems tharja level obsessed with the Grima dragon) says Walhart (hatboi) wants to conquer things so as to stop Grima. and grimleal. which from my time on tumblr i gather means people who stan grima.

where the fuck did grima come from

grima (the big bad, eats robinsfor breakfast lunch n dinndinn)...is in Shadows of Valentia as a secret boss wtf. wtf is that. wtf is that nonsense. id ont like that. okay. new question

where the fuck did grima come from..

forneus is a person. presumably. forneus is a SoV characcter. wwwwwtf is the poiint of watchng all the walkthoughs of a game if you miss the good lore bits i swear MRMRHfHHRHRRGGG no on point.

forneus. SoV. made some fate/zero vampire zombie bugs. unrelated note stole Divine Dragon (chickens?) blood, and mixed it with some stuff and made baby Grima. ewww. did not look like Chicken as it grew. whisper-voiced inside forneus head, forneus ends up dead he no longer seems important. bet i know someone who would die to get his hands on forneus’ journals. anyway

wait wait roll back forndeedorn kidnapped people for his blood bug project. he also had mage friend buddy working with him way at beginning who ran away wow bet theyre thanking theyre lucky stars dodged a real bullet there huh

forndorn blood is in grima apparently. and therefore robindad and robin

so forndeus ex dragona makes lil baby grima who is fucking terrfiying. lil baby grima can be killed in Thabes Labyrinth in Mamorthod Desert in Archanea which is not Valm because Valm is Valentia. V V. Archanea is Ylisse. desertplace is in the continent of future Ylisse but is not in Ylisse, is part of a country called Regna Ferox. ow my head hurts.

grima. archanean (ylisse). critical point.

anyway the gang goes to thebes and kills babby grima. but baby grima is uber evil so his spirit is just chilling. okay. so. new quesion.

wHErE THe fUcK DId gRiMa cOMe FrOM

1000+later grieemydeem makes pact with someone. who? someone. wants to destroy ylisse. wonder how it knew what ylisse was called. not point. wantss to destroy world. woke up from power nap feeling worse.not point. tries to destroy - well, not world, because there is Valm chililng over there, but tries to detroy Ylisse. fails hard, because of Naga (dragon, missing a tooth because Falchion) and Ylisseian First Exalt.

who is first exalt?

lovely he has no name. this sentence: The First Exalt removed two of the five gemstones in the shield and gave Ferox Gules and Chon'sin Vert sounds literally fake. if i walked up to someone and said oh i gave ferox gules and chon'sin vert you would look at me like i was either losing it or about to start going on about momraths outgraving. wtf. im glad i looked up ferox earlier. i hate the first exalt i dont even know who they are but i hate them. oh. the sentence in front of that one explains what that one means. now i feel silly.

FiEx. first exalt seems to be marth except they havent figured out a way to make him marth without messing up the horrifying timeline things that seem to already be happening in Awakening. key facts about FedEx: --has bloodline pact with naga (dragons are fond of the bloodline pact huh) --members of pact are Branded with magic brand --only FedEx bloodline people can wield Falchion --married pegasus rider with winged spear and basically siren mindchanging powers but written to sound goodguy-like

anyway. FedEx and Naga seal Grima away. again. for another thousand years. nice round number, that. wont forget that. put a timer on for grima yeah?

grima comes back because the grima stans FOUND A FUCKNG COUNTRY HOLY HELL THATS DEDICATION. grima stans found country and do weird sex things and make a little grima vessel baby. godawful time things happen. falchion can seal grima for another 1000 years well. yeet that bitch into the sun while you wait or something u could have black hole space travel in 1000 years u had 2000 already stop criticizing them rigil. so chrome can seal grima with falchion,or grima can permadeath if it kills itself. which robin can do because bonds.

more godawful time things and grima seals/dies again

so thats grima

i have forgetten why i was doing this

OH valentia

which

after all that

i now realize has nothing to do with that at all this seems like a Ylisse problem

although HatBoi is Valmese so there is that

#note to self #worldbuilding references

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irrationalbalids · 8 years ago

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Marvel Headcannon

I've seen a few of "Bucky and Natasha bond cause assassins" and "Bucky and Wendy bond cause people think they're dangerous" and even "Bucky and Tony bond cause Bucky needed help repairing his arm". I love them, all of them. But I've got another one for Bucky and Tony. Now we all know Tony hates Bucky, like really hates him. Totally understandable why too. But I've always been liked the idea of them bonding and eventually becoming friends. You see it would probably start with Steve moving Bucky into Avengers tower. Tony, of course, is livid and probably tries to kill them both. This time though it doesn't devolve into civil war. Bruce and Wanda, the peacemakers, calm Tony down and keep Steve from fighting back. They manage to get Tony to agree to try it out before he flips shit. The tower is very tense for awhile. Bucky is honestly one of the most timid guys you'll find anywhere when he's not in a fight, shying away from even Steve sometimes. So he stays in his room, the smallest one Tony could give him, most of the time when someone's in the tower. When Tony's in the tower He wont leave for anything (They had a fire drill once while Tony was there and Steve found him sitting in the corner of his room, his excuse was a simple "I'd prefer the fire"). And you can forget about him leaving the tower, not unless Steve's life is in danger, he's far too paranoid of someone seeing him and freaking out. Tony doesn't actually know how much he effects Bucky. No one tells him and Jarvis likes Bucky, he always says thank you when Jarvis does something for him. So it's tense, and neither party is really willing to back down or talk things out. It stays tense for a couples months. But then, inevitably, something does happen to Bucky's arm, and Tony really is the only one who can fix it. So after an hour of very tense and passive aggressive silence, and Bucky trying not to flinch and usually failing every time Tony reaches for a tool, his arm is fixed. Tony also has a better feel for how he effects Bucky, and despite himself he is starting to see what Steve means when he says Bucky isn't just some weapon for the enemy. But then Bucky mummers a very quiet thank you before disappearing back to his room for the next week and a half. Tony is... honestly not sure how to take that, so he ignores that it ever happened. Bucky doesn't mention it to anyone. But they are by no means friends, or even allies. Of course not. Tony would still gladly feed Bucky to the wolves, he just understands him a bit more now. So it's just small necessary interactions with each other for a long time. Just barely getting comfortable with each other. Bucky doesn't emmidiatly bolt to his room when he hears that Tony is in the tower, but he still avoids him. Tony isn't waiting for Bucky to kill them all anymore, but he still doesn't trust him. But then something happens. You see Tony gets nightmares, we know this. And most of the time he just stays up long enough and takes enough sleeping piles that he passes out and doesn't dream, or he'll just not sleep, sometimes for days. But then there are those times when he accidentally falls asleep, or forgets to take pills, or sometimes has nightmares anyways. On those nights he usually takes some time to calm down before going and getting a drink, usually alcoholic. Well he has one of those bad nights, bad dream bad sleep and feeling awful. So he gets up and heads to the kitchen for a tequila shot and a beer. He stops before he gets out of the hall completely, stunned by what he sees. Bucky is silently moving around the kitchen and making himself some tea. It's the most relaxed Tony has ever seen him, shoulders slumped a little and eyes not flickering about every five seconds, he's off guard. And he knows where everything is, like he's been living there for years. Tony's very surprised, and honestly a bit suspicious about why Bucky is up at five in the morning. He plans to march right in there and aggressively invade Bucky's space and question it. He's halfway across the kitchen before Bucky notices him and the reaction is instant. Bucky flinches away, pressing closer to the counter since leaving out of either of the two doors would mean getting within fifteen feet of Tony, and he almost drops his cup. Tony at least has the courtesy to stop where he is, folding his arms as he questions Bucky. He can barely get the first word out before Bucky flinches again. Honestly it just raises Tony's suspicion, bringing a new question to him. He asked Bucky why he's acting suspicious, adding a "who did you kill" barb. He's honestly shocked with how bad Bucky flinches. Bucky defends himself only slightly, head hanging in more than just the usual nervousness. Tony might hate the guy but he does have a heart, despite what some people may say. He lets up a bit, asking instead if he should get Steve. Bucky hesitates for a moment but declines, mumbling something about going back to his room and he edges very slowly towards the door. Tony shakes his head and informs Bucky that he w ont be going to his room but he'll be staying right in the kitchen until Tony himself goes leaves. Bucky is, understandably, very against the idea but he doesn't say a word. Sinking back against the counter in apprehension and confusion because if Tony Stark is forcing him to stay in the same room nothing good can happen. He waits, expecting to be kicked out or something. But Tony, satisfied that he'll stay right there, goes on making his drinks. Downing the shot before pulling out a beer bottle. He offers one to Bucky but the man refuses. Tony ended up sitting at the breakfast bar, watching Bucky as he drinks. Bucky as staring very hard at the ground and clutching his drink close to him, though he hasn't actually taken a drink the whole time Tony's been in the room. So they stay there in silence for awhile as Tony steadily drinks two bottles before deciding he's either drunk enough to sleep or sober enough to work. He cleans up what he got out before looking at Bucky, who hasn't moved an inch for the past thirty-fine minutes. He decides to try again, nicer this time. He asks Bucky why he was in the kitchen at five in the morning. Bucky seems to debate with himself for a few moments, shifting slightly from one foot to the other. Tony is almost sure he's not gonna get an answer when a quiet "nightmares" reaches him. Bucky swallows and glances at him, explaining in short and guarded words that he gets nightmares, quite often Tony would be willing to bet, and he comes out here to calm down. He seems defensive now, ready for... Tony's not really sure what he's ready for, but he's not expecting anything good. And Tony's honestly surprise, it never really occurred to him that anything would haunt Bucky, especially not bad enough to keep him up at night. He finds himself sympathizing, just the tiniest bit. So he nods gives a goodnight and leaves, thinking things over. Things seem to go back to normal in the morning. But that's not the last encounter they have at god knows when in the morning. It's not every time one of them has a nightmare, but it's enough that they slowly get more comfortable with each other. It takes months though. At first it goes a lot like the first night, Bucky staying still and far as he can and not actually drinking anything. But a few weeks in and he's starting drinking, Tony's gotten bored enough that he's found Bucky can be a good listener if nothing else, bouncing ideas off him simply because talking outloud helps him solidify the details. A week after that and he's actually telling a few stories too. Another few weeks passes before Bucky starts answering, normally one word answers, "why" to get Tony to explain something or "No" when he doesn't think something would work. He's also making a bit more eye contact, never for more than a few seconds but enough that Tony doesn't feel he's talking to a wall. Another few weeks later and Bucky usually settles within the fifteen foot line, speaking only a word or two but a bit more relaxed. It takes another month before he gets within ten feet on his own, speaking whole sentences at a time, still quiet though, Tony finally let's on that he came out here because of nightmares too. It takes another three weeks before he sits at the breakfast bar with Tony, the farthest seat away but still sitting there. Another week and he's a seat or two closer. Two more and he's started quietly telling some short stories about him and Steve, Tony exchanges Steve stories with him. Three more weeks and Bucky sits as close as he'll get. He always leaves a bar stool between them, needing that space from even Steve half the time. He's talking almost normal with Tony, helping flesh out ideas and giving some of his own, exchanging stories. He smiles a lot more than Tony ever used to see, he still keeps his voice a bit lower than a normal person would but Tony is pretty sure that's not going to change. Bucky is as comfortable as he will probably get with Tony for now. The tower notices. Bucky is out of his room a lot more, usually hovering near Steve but sometimes trailing after Tony too, in the daylight he usually puts a greater distance between them though. He starts getting more comfortable with everyone else too, and they start noticing the lack of tension between him and Tony. Steve especially notices, questioning them both about it when he finds them down in Tony's garage one day. Bucky cuts in before To my and spins some story about Tony confronting him and them talking it out (it's more of an abridged version of the truth really). Steve is so happy to hear it and he hugs them both before going about his day. When Tony questions the lie Bucky admits that Steve doesn't know about the nightmares and he would rather keep it that way. It stays between them just why they started getting along but everyone is happy for it and it makes life a lot easier. There are still hiccups of course but it goes better now. ~~~~~ Well fuck, I made it long again. I don't mean too but it keep happening. Anyways I hope you enjoy it, even if it is a long read.

#long post #marvel #bucky barnes #tony stark #steve rogers #nightmare #headcanon

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stargleeksil-blog · 7 years ago

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Criminal Minds S06E15 “Today I Do” review - or more aptly named, SOMEBODY NEEDS TO TELL ME WHAT IS GOING ON! Also, Derek and Reid are still hot XD

Episode 15 – Today I Do

Heyo!

What’s up guys? So I’m seriously worried about where this season is going with Emily and everything, but – positive thinking.

Let’s see what happens.

Okay, so until this is resolved we’re going to have flashbacks to those conversations about what’s going on with Emily. Fuck.

“Tsia, it’s Emily. Where are you?”

Who the fuck is Tsia?

“Well, that’s a significant change of address.”

Okay …

“Have you heard from Sean?”

So Tsia knows about Sean. Oh boy.

“But you haven’t talked to him?”

So she’s out.

“So’s Doyle.”

“Sean thinks we’re all in danger. But I was the only one who had any personal connection to him.”

Who the fuck is Lauren Reynolds?

“Lauren Reynolds is dead.”

Wait. Emily was Lauren Reynolds? WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?

“Who’s Lauren Reynolds?”

Thank you.

“She was a friend of mine.”

“How did she die?”

“A car accident.”

“I’m really sorry.”

I love my poodle so fucking much, and I have a horrible feeling that Emily is lying to my poodle and I’m not happy.

“Good morning.”

And to you, honey.

“Hey. Thank you all for coming, as time is of the essence.”

“Okay. Molly Grandin, 25 years old, she’s been missing approximately 24 hours. Her car was found abandoned in a strip mall parking lot.”

“Syracuse police chief just called me to tell me that four months ago another woman, Gail Langston, also 25, went missing.”

Ruh-roh.

“Other than abandoned car, what makes them think it’s the same offender?”

“Both women packed a bag with enough clothes and toiletries to last them for the weekend, and in both cases, the bags were found in the car along with their purses and cell phones.”

Oh dear. One sick asshole.

“If the unsub is sticking to the same MO, then Molly only has 36 hours left.”

“Let’s go.”

Let’s, gang.

“The plane awaits.”

Oh god, I need my little ray of sunshine in this horrible episode.

Sally Kempton: “It’s hard to fight an enemy who has outposts in your head.”

Oh fuck, that Sally was SMART.

“All right, baby girl. Keep looking.”

Wait, she didn’t find something?

“Garcia still hasn’t found any overlap between Molly Grandin and Gail Langston’s lives.”

But she will, don’t fret your pretty head.

“For two girls that didn’t know each other they had a lot in common.”

Did they, blondie? Do elaborate.

“What’s the first thing that jumps out at you?”

“Their body types are both small, but it’s not just physical. They both shy away from the camera and clearly don’t enjoy being photographed.”

“Both easily overpowered and controlled.”

Oish.

“Well, at 25 they’d be much older than most undergrads at SU.”

True, especially when they don’t have to attend the army like Israelis.

“You know, their college transcripts are littered with incompletes and missed semesters.”

“Both from blue-collar backgrounds with no scholarship. Must be hard to keep up while working a full-time job.”

Damn.

“So going to private school would have been worth it for appearances’ sake.”

“If the unsub met them on campus, he could be another student.”

Wow, you’re seriously in the box, blondie.

“He may not be a student. He might be an employee. Janitorial staff, security.”

See?

“Uses a similar background to bond with the victims?”

“They both packed bags to go away with him for the weekend. That trip’s romantic.”

“Yeah, he’s not just getting to know them, he’s dating them.”

Yeesh. Talk about creepy weirdos.

“Prentiss, go to Molly’s apartment. If she knew the abductor, there might be evidence there.”

Word.

“Reid and Morgan, go to the dumpsite.”

But Gail’s body was found almost four months ago. Won’t all the evidence be gone by now?”

*facepalm*

Yo, newbie, shut up.

“You can actually find a lot about an unsub by where they choose to leave their victims.”

Exactly. So please, let the old pros show you how it’s done.

“Yeah, Garcia, what do you got?”

Whoo!

Only a voice-over. I’m not happy.

“Molly’s ex-boyfriend.”

Who’s been brought in for questioning.

Uh-oh. I have a feeling it might not be him if they’re bringing him in this early in the show. We haven’t even reached 10 minutes yet.

Oh god, I’m actually predictive of the unsub now. Someone make me stop (seriously, don’t, I might bite your hands off)

“And he’s got an anger problem. Three arrests for assault.”

Whew. And two of them because he beat his girlfriend who is now missing. Fuck.

“It’s unusual for serial killers to go after someone so easily linked to them, but we’ll see if he fits the profile.”

Thank you!

My faith in my knowledge of this show is restored XD

Oh my god, Rossi is just sitting there, shutting up and letting him run his mouth. I love it.

“Lyle, do you know anyone with a cabin? A fishing buddy? Someplace private to keep Molly tied up until you get back?”

Um, really? That guy looks like the world’s biggest idiot. I wouldn’t put my money on him, honestly.

And speaking of which, this could be an excellent betting game. Guess who the unsub is, 10 bucks says it’s blah blah blah, then the newbie to the show is like, fuck that, and you get paid XD seriously, try it with someone who hasn’t seen the show yet! Guaranteed income XD

So, the lawyer is like letting him just yap on endlessly and suddenly he’s like “that’s enough” what the fuck do they pay you for?

“The last time you beat her up, did she dump you?”

I would. But apparently he was arrested but never formally charged.

I hate the police.

“Okay, fine. After you broke Molly’s jaw (WHAT!), did she still want to date you?” I’d have kicked him in the balls.

So he thought she was seeing someone else?

“Who?”

He doesn’t know. Fuck you, idiot.

“When you two were together, did you control what she wore, where she went?” Let met at this asshole.

“This guy’s into controlling her, too.”

Oh god, that is seriously gross.

“You know, a body would be found here rather quickly, especially if it wasn’t weight down.”

“There was no postmortem damage from being tied to the weights. Everything else about Gail’s capture was carefully planned. It seems unlikely this guy would just suddenly panic and lose control.”

Word.

“This guy prioritizes control. I mean, Gail’s body was beaten in a very specific way – a mallet to the hand and feet.”

Someone stop these images.

“They look more like puncture wounds.”

Ew.

“The ME thinks it’s a Phillips Head screwdriver. Which means he uses tools instead of traditional weapons.”

Oh god.

“The wounds definitely have a purpose.”

Which is? Care to elaborate, gorgeous?

“Did you visit Molly in the emergency room about five months ago?”

He did. And he bought her a car.

What?

What the fuck?

Oh, he didn’t want her to continue using her bike and using a car would be safer … cuz she told him she was in a bike accident.

“Molly told you she was in a bike accident?”

Oh boy.

“You knew she was in an abusive relationship.”

And he didn’t do anything? I’m going to kill that dude.

“Was she always attracted to men who hit her?” Oh fuck!

He didn’t hit her? Okay.

“‘Today I do, tomorrow I will’?”

Sounds like some Zen crap.

“Maybe this guy thought he was sinking the body by filling it with water.”

Ew.

“Well, I mean, at first he’d be right, but after a few hours, the decaying tissues would create gas and the body would become buoyant.”

Oh god, this is gross.

“So this guy wanted to watch her die, then sink beneath the surface.”

“That sounds like classic water burial, right?”

Oh fuck. That’s sick.

“Well, everything points that way except for one thing. Most water burials are exclusively done by females.”

Wait. So the unsub is a lady? Oh boy.

“Until now, victimology, MO, and physical abuse indicated a male offender.”

“Until now.”

Oh my smart gorgeous men.

“Prentiss.”

“Morgan and I think we might be looking for a female offender.”

“That explains why there was no sign of sexual assault. With an unsub this obsessed with control and power, it’s usually part of the territory.”

“It looks like there was a female living in the other bedroom in Molly’s apartment.”

A roommate? I wasn’t told anything about a roommate.

“We’d have been told if she had a roommate.”

“Yeah, so Molly must have wanted to keep it secret for a reason. Whoever she was, she left recently and in a hurry. I’ll put a canvass out now. Thanks, Reid.”

Woooo. Genius people being genius.

“So, neighbors did see a woman coming and going from Molly’s apartment over the last few months, but nobody saw her close enough to get a sketch.”

“And no one met her?”

“No. The best description we got was white female, mid-twenties, light-brown hair, plain.”

That’s not very helpful.

“Molly never mentioned a roommate to her father or her coworkers.”

“Lyle didn’t know, either.”

Eesh.

“Is he still here?”

“We couldn’t charge him, so his lawyer walked him out.”

Ah, shit.

“All right, so we need to start over, go back over both Gail and Molly’s cases and look at everything from the perspective of a female unsub.”

ROLE PLAY!

“I’ll bring in Gail’s family and ask about the women in her life.”

Smart grandpa.

“Prentiss, you and Seaver go back over to Molly’s apartment. Find out what else she’s hiding.”

Please, get her out of there.

So the unsub’s name is Jane.

Ugh.

I really don’t like her.

Oh god, she’s just the craziest bitch ever.

Did she just fucking break Molly’s kneecaps? Fuck.

“She was overdosing on daily affirmations.”

Oh dear.

“Yeah, saying you’re happy isn’t the same as being happy.”

Yup.

“Oh. I think I found her dark secret.”

Pills? For what?

“And this … is a diet journal.”

Oh boy.

“Check with Garcia. See if her spending reflects a disorder.”

“Thirty bucks a week at the grocery store.”

“Thai food every Friday.”

“Yikes, she is worse than me. $8 a day for coffee.”

Wow, that’s a lot on coffee.

Back up a few months, gorgeous.

“Yeah. Oh, my. Back then the spending tells an entirely different story of the unhealthy sort. Lots of drugstore purchases, fast food places. Only a few dollars a week at the grocery. And then $17 at McDonald’s.”

“Binge night. Anything in the journal?” What is she onto?

“It’s intense. She recorded not only what she put into her body but what came out. Calories expended during exercises, and she weighed her bowel movements.”

“Anorexia/bulimia.”

Oh shit.

“The last entry is ten weeks before she disappeared. When did her spending change?”

“About three months ago. She got a membership at a yoga studio and started paying for cooking classes.”

Oh wow.

“We need to find out if Gail Langston had a similar pattern before she was killed.”

“Rossi’s speaking with her family right now.”

Let’s head over to my Italian stallion.

“Did Gail have many friends?”

I don’t like this mom at all.

“Was she staying with anyone? Photos of her apartment show a roll-out sofa made up as a bed.”

Oh god, that mom is delusional as fuck.

“Were you close to your sister?”

He’s so cute and subdued.

“How else had she changed?”

Shut up, mom. Let the kid speak.

“Why did she take time off from school?”

So Gail was depressed. Shit.

I’m going to sock that mom in the face.

“Was she ever treated for depression?”

When she showed extreme signs he took her to the hospital. I like that dude.

“Was she seeing a therapist or attending a support group?”

Um, nope. She was seriously on self-affirmation. Yeesh.

“What about the phrase ‘today I do, tomorrow I will’?”

Yup.

Fuck.

“You know, this phrase doesn’t seem to have a particular source or author. It’s found in pretty much everyday self-help book … I read 22 of them today – all touting the same basic three-part plan.”

‘I read twenty two of them today’. This should be a catchphrase.

“Let me guess … phase one is positive thinking, visualizing goals.”

“That’s to work up the courage to get to phase two – taking real steps to achieve said goal.”

“Gail committed to school, got grades like never before.”

“Molly gave up her obsessive food journal and started eating better.”

“It’s hard to believe motivational sayings alone would allow her to make these type of strides.’

Word.

“Maybe that’s why the unsub moved in with them. She could offer support and encouragement day and night.”

“She’d be around to watch Molly’s diet or Gail’s study habits.”

Oh jeez, this is getting weirder by the minute.

“At first her methods worked. She gets to be the hero, the savior.”

“She’s a pure narcissist, so helping her victims is only about gaining their appreciation and dependence.”

“The more her victims gain confidence, the less they need a full-time cheerleader.”

So that’s why she breaks them. Fuck.

“And that’s when her motivational plan goes completely off the rails. Phase three is normally about maintaining the tenets of the program independently.”

“But her program doesn’t end. She holds them captive, destroys them physically.”

“She’s the motivational speaker from hell.”

Damn right.

“We’re looking for a white woman in her mid-twenties, most likely blue collar and local to the Syracuse area.”

“She probably has a job that puts her in the role of caretaker, such as a masseuse, a nail or hair stylist, personal trainer.”

Oh my god, hearing him say hair stylist is the funniest thing ever, and there’s no reason for it.

“Women feel comfortable opening up to her about their personal lives, revealing details about their insecurities that she later uses to manipulate them.”

So is she a wannabe therapist?

“That’s doubtful. Her narcissistic personality wouldn’t allow her to listen to anything that didn’t revolve around her for more than a few minutes at time.”

“It’s hard to learn anything when you always want to be the expert. We don’t think she’s capable of getting a degree of any kind.”

I love you, my smart lovely.

But don’t you need one to give advice?

“She would, but she’s a master manipulator. She probably talked her way into many jobs before they realized her credentials were fake.”

Oh snap.

“So check gyms and spas, salons, yoga studios for employees fired in the last two years.”

“We need to ID this woman as fast as possible if we want any chance of finding Molly Grandin alive.”

“Why didn’t you tell us Molly battled with severe anorexia?”

So he didn’t know? Fuck you. No way he didn’t know.

I really hate this dad.

“Did she get treatment?”

You don’t believe in treatment? Fuck you.

“It’s urgent that you tell me everything that you know.”

“Mr. Grandin, I’m having difficulty understanding why keeping Molly’s secrets is more important than finding her alive.”

I’m going to sock this asshole in the face.

“Your daughter is specifically vulnerable to this suspect because of her private emotional issues.”

“Now, we need to know as much about Molly as does the person who’s holding her captive.”

“So I’m going to ask you again, are there any other secrets you’re not sharing with me?”

Oh fuck. Malnutrition. Anemia. Fuck. The poor girl.

“Did she get treatment?”

She did. Fuck you, asshole, try and save your daughter.

“At Syracuse General.”

Oh snap.

“Gail Langston was treated there for depression.”

Yup.

“I should have told you.”

“Yeah.”

No shit.

Oh god, this woman is seriously goading her and fucking with her brain and I love Molly and someone should find her soon and get her locked up.

“Garcia, both families released their daughters’ medical records. have you gotten access to those yet?”

“Yes. Both women went to the same hospital but for different programs and at different times.”

“Maybe the unsub works at the hospital?”

“Even if she conned her way into a job, I doubt she’d last enough to get close to patient files.”

“We were off on our profile. She doesn’t find her victims by chance like we thought. She hunts them.”

Shit.

“Garcia, does Syracuse General keep their surveillance footage of the entrances and exits?”

“Oh, in this age of black market pharmaceutical drug trade, you betcha. I can get you that.”

XD I love my goddess.

“Excuse me.”

“Tsia?”

What’s going on? Who’s gone?

“Who? What’s going on?”

Oh shit. Her fiancé is dead.

Shit.

“What?”

Oh shit.

“He’s not even forty. How could --?” A clot? Are you serious???

He was out on a run and then came back.

“Was it his usual path?”

Yup.

Shit.

“Did he fall down on the path? Did anyone run into him?”

Yup.

“How long have we been talking? You’ve got to get out of there.”

Oh shit.

“Get a flight. Leave France, get back to America. Cash transactions only from here on out. Am I clear?”

Shit.

It’s Doyle.

“Toss that cell phone and get home safely.”

Dang.

And of course, my cute poodle notices something’s up.

Oh shit. That fucker Jane is doting on Lyle? Oh shit, she’s insane.

“Now, Molly and Gail had different doctors, but both went to Syracuse General Pharmacy.”

“Assuming they were stalked, you know, 10-14 weeks before their disappearance, I went ahead and started with footage from when they went to get refills which falls right into that time window.”

Shit.

“Behold – Gail Langston, July 3rd. See that woman a few steps behind her with the large cup of coffee?”

Ha. They got Jane.

“Check this out. A few weeks later, there she is again. The same woman is following her. Creepy.”

“She’s wearing the same scarf as Gail.”

Fuck.

That’s sick.

“Garcia, did this woman follow a similar pattern when she was stalking Molly?”

“Emily, shh, you’re totally ruining the ending.”

I love this woman.

“They’re carrying identical purses.”

Shit.

“So she stalks them, copies them, and uses it to stripe up a conversation.”

Oh that woman is way beyond sick. Shit.

I really don’t like Lyle anymore.

“Here is a nice clean one of our stalker lady person.”

Jane’s seriously creeping me out.

“Gail Langston’s family says they’ve never seen her before.”

“Molly’s father said the same thing.”

Damn.

“I sent the picture to Lyle’s lawyer, but he says he can’t find him.”

Yeah, cuz Jane has him.

“Put out an APB on Lyle Donaldson and the vehicle.”

Oh boy.

God Lyle is dumb, and that chick is bonkers.

“Barrows found Lyle’s car in the same parking lot where Molly and Gail’s cars were found.”

“She’s got him, too.”

Yup.

“She’s too obsessed with power and control to work with anyone, especially somebody like Lyle.”

“He’s dominating and violent, just like her. If anything, she sees him as a threat.”

“But why take him now, with all this heat?”

“She’s not done with Molly yet.”

Oh damn.

Oh god, that Jane is one sick fucker. I want to kill her.

“Garcia, Dr. Weingold at Syracuse General sent us an extensive list of female patients in their mid-twenties that match our profile.”

“She’s most likely local, raised by a single parent or in foster care.”

“Okay, narrowing it down.”

“This unsub likes familiar places. Look for extended family or previous addresses. Did any of them grow up near Onondaga Lake?”

How do they say that word so fast without fumbling? I want to see the bloopers for this episode.

“Okay. Wait, wait. Here’s one that might fit. Jane Gould. Her grandparents had a house near Maple Bay, which is where Gail’s body was found.”

Boom.

“Are they still alive?”

“No. They died when Jane was in middle school.”

“Is the grandparents’ house currently occupied?”

“Yeah. Water and power all paid up.”

“That’s the one place she got attention from a parental figure. She feels at home and in charge there.”

Go get her, then.

Oh shit. That Jane is one crazy bitch. Come on, Molly, get away.

“Okay, thanks, Garcia.”

“So Dr. Weingold opened Jane’s files. She can’t release details, but she said there honestly aren’t many. Jane never admitted to being a cutter, let alone what triggered it.”

“She started acting out after she lost her grandparents.”

“Arrested for vandalism, removed from two foster homes for destruction of property. Desperate attempts to get attention.”

“Is that why she started cutting, another cry for help?”

“Cutting is about control, similar to anorexia. It’s common in teenage girls who feel they have no control over their lives.”

Wait, how does she know about that?

“Her grandparents’ deaths were probably the trigger.”

“The loss of parental figures at such a young age turns your world upside down. There’s a lot of pain, but no outlet. No one’s in charge.”

“Both Molly and Gail can relate to that. Jane used them to convince herself she’s important.”

Someone help her.

Fuck, she’s re-captured.

Dang.

Come on, get her already.

I’m still laughing about seeing my poodle holding a gun.

I know he’s a badass, but come on! That’s like giving a baby a gun.

“Clear.”

Lyle’s dead.

“Well, he’s not cold yet, so we may have just missed her.”

I hope so.

“After a confrontation like that, she’ll want to go someplace familiar, someplace she feels in control. I’ll let Hotch know we’re headed to the lake.”

My smart poodle using his neurons.

“How far is Onondaga Lake from Jane’s house?”

“We’re two minutes away.”

Get her.

“Send the nearest patrol car.”

“FBI! Let her go!”

“Move away from the girl and get your hands above your head.”

Come on, Molly, you’re awake, get outta there.

She won’t drown, you idiot.

“No, she won’t. Move away, now!”

“Jane! Put it down!”

Yes, she got away.

Come on, get the fucker.

Yes.

Oh thank god.

“She’s in bad shape, but she’s stable.”

So now he’s worried about her? God, that dude is an idiot father.

But I’m glad they’re all okay.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox: “There is no chance, no destiny, no fate that can hinder the firm resolve of a determined soul.”

Wow.

That is seriously powerful, dude.

Also, why is Prentiss walking through the offices alone?

I don’t like this.

Oh shit. She’s freaked out.

Well, I’d be too if that text from an unknown caller was sent to me.

Shit.

Why am I seeing a plane?

That’s not the BAU jet?

Hey! That’s the guy from the flashback! So it was Doyle? Fuck, he’s hot.

And he’s onto Prentiss. Shit.

Okay, so I’m slightly annoyed at this episode. Only slightly! Don’t come at me with a gun! Just because they didn’t elaborate on the anorexia/bullimia insights of Seaver. That’s it. other than that, always enjoyable, always fiun, and I WANT TO KNOW HOW PRENTISS KNEW IAN DOYLE AND WHAT IS GOING TO HAPPEN!

I’m anxiously awaiting to review the next episode, ta!

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