#twilight fake texts

[ktempestbradford]

I have been on a Willy Wonkified journey today and I need y'all to come with me

It started so innocently. Scrolling Google News I come across this article on Ars Technica:

At first glance I thought what happened was parents saw AI-generated images of an event their kids were at and became concerned, then realized it was fake. The reality? Oh so much better.

On Saturday, event organizers shut down a Glasgow-based "Willy's Chocolate Experience" after customers complained that the unofficial Wonka-inspired event, which took place in a sparsely decorated venue, did not match the lush AI-generated images listed on its official website.... According to Sky News, police were called to the event, and "advice was given."

Thing is, the people who paid to go were obviously not expecting exactly this:

But I can see how they'd be a bit pissed upon arriving to this:

It gets worse.

"Tempest, how could it possibly--"

source of this video that also includes this charming description:

Made up a villain called The Unknown — 'an evil chocolate maker who lives in the walls'

There is already a meme.

Oh yes, the Wish.com Oompa Loompa:

Who has already done an interview!

As bad (and hilarious) as this all is, I got curious about the company that put on this event. Did they somehow overreach? Did the actors they hired back out at the last minute? (Or after they saw the script...) Oddly enough, it doesn't seem so!

Given what I found when poking around I'm legit surprised there was an event at all. Cuz this outfit seems to be 100% a scam.

The website for this specific event is here and it has many AI generated images on it, as stated. I don't think anyone who bought tickets looked very closely at these images, otherwise they might have been concerned about how much Catgacating their children would be exposed to.

Yes, Catgacating. You know, CATgacating!

I personally don't think anyone should serve exarserdray flavored lollipops in public spaces given how many people are allergic to it. And the sweet teats might not have been age appropriate.

Though the Twilight Tunnel looks pretty cool:

I'm not sure that Dim Tight Twdrding is safe. I've also been warned that Vivue Sounds are in that weird frequency range that makes you poop your pants upon hearing them.

Yes, Virginia, these folks used an AI image generator for everything on the website and used Chat GPT for some of the text! From the FAQ:

Q: I cannot go on the available days. Will you have more dates in the future? A: Should there be capacity when you arrive, then you will be able to enter without any problems. In the event that this is not the case, we may ask you to wait a bit.

Fear not, for this question is asked again a few lines down and the answer makes more sense.

Curious about the events company behind this disaster, I took myself over to the homepage of House of Illuminati and I was not disappointed.

I would 100% trust these people to plan my wedding.

This abomination of a website is a badly edited WordPress blog filled with AI art and just enough blog posts to make the casual viewer think that it's a legit business for about 0.0004 seconds.

Their attention to detail is stunning, from how they left up the default first post every WP blog gets to how they didn't bother changing the name on several images, thus revealing where they came from. Like this one:

With the lovely and compact filename "DALL·E-2024-01-30-09.50.54-Imagine-a-scene-where-fantasy-and-reality-merge-seamlessly.-In-the-foreground-a-grand-interactive-gala-is-taking-place-filled-with-elegant-guests-i.png"

"Concept.png" came from the same AI generator that gets text almost, but not quiiiiiite right:

There are a suspicious number of .webp images in the uploads, which makes me think they either stole them from other sites where AI "art" was uploaded or they didn't want to pay for the hi-res versions of some and just grabbed the preview image.

The real fun came when I noticed this filename: Before-and-After-Eventologists-Transformation-Edgbaston-Cricket-Ground-1024x1024-1.jpg and decided to do a Google image search. Friends, you will be shocked to hear that the image in question, found on this post touting how they can transform a boring warehouse into a fun event space, was stolen from this actual event planner.

Even better, this weirdly grainy image?

From a post that claims to be about the preparations for a "Willy Wonka" experience (we'll get to this in a minute), is not only NOT an actual image of anyone preparing anything for Illuminati's event, it is stolen from a YouTube thumbnail that's been chopped to remove the name of the company that actually made this. Here's the video.

If you actually read the blog posts they're all copypasta or some AI generated crap. To the point where this seems like not a real business at all. There's very specific business information at the bottom, but nothing else seems real.

As I said, I'm kinda surprised they put on an event at all. This has, "And then they ran off with all our money!" written all over it. I'm perplexed.

And also wondering when the copyright lawyers are gonna start calling, because...

This post explicitly says they're putting together a "Willy Wonka’s Chocolate Factory Experience" complete with golden tickets.

Somewhere along the line someone must have wised up, because the actual event was called "Willys Chocolate Experience" (note the lack of apostrophe) and the script they handed to the actors about 10 minutes before they were supposed to "perform" was about a "Willy McDuff" and his chocolate factory.

As I was going through this madness with friends in a chat, one pointed out that it took very little prompting to get the free Chat GPT to spit out an event description and such very similar to all this while avoiding copyrighted phrases. But he couldn't figure out where the McDuff came from since it wasn't the type of thing GPT would usually spit out...

Until he altered the prompt to include it would be happening in Glasgow, Scotland.

You cannot make this stuff up.

But truly, honestly, I do not even understand why they didn't take the money and run. Clearly this was all set up to be a scam. A lazy, AI generated scam.

Everything from the website to the event images to the copy to the "script" to the names of things was either stolen or AI generated (aka stolen). Hell, I'd be looking for some poor Japanese visitor wandering the streets of Glasgow, confused, after being jacked for his mascot costume.

HE LIVES IN THE WALLS, Y'ALL.

[irndad]

kiss me (under the milky twilight)- s.r.

a/n: this took so long and i'm so sorry! based on this post- reader has an ex that she keeps running back to, and spencer just wants her to see him. fake dating and hijinks ensue. VERY long. 4.6k words!! thanks to @fadingplaidtrashpatrol for ur thoughts and ideas!! masterlist // ask

The unraveling begins on a Friday. 

This is one of the rare Fridays where a full weekend is staring back at them, and Spencer is immeasurably pleased at his plans. He’s rented a Russian old movie, and his best friend had agreed to sit next to him on his shitty old couch while he whispers translations in real-time.

He loves spending time with her, a little hedonistically. She’s so kind, warm in both spirit and disposition, and Spencer treasures the time he gets to spend with her. Her desk adjoins his, and so one might assume that he could tire of her presence, but there’s something a little addicting about her, something he tries to have as often as he can. 

On this fine evening, she’s wearing an oversized sweater tucked into jeans- her position is mainly out of the field, and so she takes full advantage of the dress-code flexibility. Lovely earrings hang around her face, adorning her lovely features like a frame. 

Spencer’s more than a little in love with her. 

This has never really been a convenient fact, but Spencer’s used to wanting things he can’t have. And it was never really feasible not to want her- anyone who’s ever been in her presence would know this. It’s a foreign feeling, looking over at someone he’s lucky enough to know, and wanting them enough for that desire to turn into fantasy. 

“Spencer!” She greets him warmly, standing up to do so- if this wasn’t a workplace, if she was meeting him at the cafe like they do on Wednesdays, or his home, like she often finds herself in whenever he invites her, Spencer is certain she would wrap her arms around him in an incredibly warm hug. 

Because they are in the BAU, she believes it is inappropriate to embrace this way (which Spencer would argue isn’t true, given the way Morgan and Penelope are with each other, but if he told her that, it might be a little too obvious how desperate he is for her to touch him.)

The way she beams at him almost makes up for the fact that he doesn’t get to hug her. 

“I got you something,” he says in lieu of a response, clutching the bag of muffins in one hand. He’d woken up early to get her to stop by her favorite bakery, and it was worth it to see that look on her face. No one’s in the office now, the day long finished, and they’re getting ready to walk to his place. He lives so close by, and he’s grateful for this fact when they walk together back to his place. 

She grabs the bag, and he’s just so endeared by her, the giddy expression written over her lovely face.

“Have I mentioned that I love you? Because I do. You need to marry me, immediately.” She says to him, eyes closed in bliss, and even though she’s clearly joking, Spencer finds himself preening at her praise- wouldn’t it be incredible if she meant that? It sounds so pretty in her voice. I love you. 

He beams back at her, in a way he hopes doesn’t betray how much he wants. 

“I’m glad you like them,” he says back, his heart in his throat. 

“I have some news that you are going to be incredibly mad at me about.” She says, and a crumb is on her painted lip, and fantasy of kisses that he cannot have enters Spencer’s mind before he can shake it away.

“I could never be mad at you.”

“I think I have to raincheck tonight,” she says almost sadly, her voice apologetic, as though she has no choice in the matter.

“Is everything okay?”

He had picked up her favorite snacks yesterday night, tidied up his apartment top to bottom. 

“Josh texted me- he’s going through something and he needs me to come over-“

“He doesn’t need you to come over.” 

He rarely interrupts her, and he usually isn’t capable of being upset with her. He’s not really even upset with her now, but this is so exhausting, watching her deal with this asshole. 

It is a continuous surprise to Spencer that someone like her can be in a position like this.

Through Spencer’s eyes, the idea that anyone can not be in love with her is almost an impossibility. It’s not even his bias alone that makes him think this- it’s the truth of her. 

Josh is an asshole finance bro who works in the city center, and Spencer hates him more than most serial killers. 

He’s fucking careless with the thing Spencer wants the most in the world. Josh knows what it’s like to be with her, to be the person to falls asleep with her in his arms.  

Sometimes when Spencer can’t sleep, which is quite often, he pictures her soft cheek on her chest, pictures what she would feel like entwined with his own body, legs tangled with his and her fingers in his hair. It’s a sacred thing, this image- even though it isn’t real, Spencer knows he values the imagination of her presence more than Josh gives his attention to the real thing. 

They’ve “gotten together” and “broken up” and “started talking again” about 12 times respectively.

Spencer could kill him.

“Spence,” she sighs, shaking him out of his angry stupor, “please don’t be mad at me. He’s really going through something right now- he needs someone to be around. Besides,” she breathes out, “I can’t dump him. 

“Why is that?” He tries to temper his tone, but the memory of her mascara running down her cheeks as she sobs in his arms shoots through his mind, and manifests as a physical sharp pain in his chest. 

“That wedding is coming up,” she murmurs, looking down at her shoes. They’re scuffed, and Spencer thinks she might be embarrassed. Why should she be? He’s the asshole. “I told people I was going to have a date. Do you know how many people are going to be there, Spence? How many people are expecting me to bring my boyfriend?”

Her best friend is getting married. Spencer knows this because she’s told him, and told him gleefully when Josh had agreed to go with her. Spencer remembers thinking that he’d like to punch a wall.

Anyway. 

She’s the last of her friend group that’s not in a long term relationship, and in some twisted way, he kind of gets how Josh would be better than nothing, if you didn’t want to be seen as alone. 

“You don’t want to go alone.”

“Yeah, Spence.”

“I could go with you.”

It escapes his mouth without his permission, and he regrets it almost instantly. Because there’s no fucking way she’d go with him. He’s lanky and awkward and his blazers never fit and his ties are always tied wrong, and she’s beautiful and wonderful in ways he finds new ways to see everyday. He’s not a solution to her being worried about how she’s seen, he’d only make it worse-

“You would do that for me?” Her voice is small as she asks, and it shakes him out of his thoughts. He looks down at her, eyes softening at her lovely face. She looks touched, and he has to wonder, doesn’t she know?

He’d do anything for her. 

“Of course,” he breathes out, a nervous hand playing with the strap of his bag, “If it gets you to stop giving that asshole the time of day, I’d do it a million times.”

Her face shifts in a way he can’t read, and she swallows. 

“I can’t let you do that.”

“I want to,” he says, “Please. It would be fun, C’mon. You’re always saying I need to get out there and do things.”

“Being my fake boyfriend at my friend’s wedding is not getting out there and doing things,” she pouts, and his heart nearly jumps. It’s pathetic, but hearing her refer to him as her any kind of boyfriend is intoxicating. He wants to hear it, over and over. 

“It’ll be fun,” he says, touching her hand as it rests on the table, making intentional eye contact. She has been prettiest eyes. “C’mon, let me do this for you. I’m sick of this guy.”

She gulps again, an endearingly confusing gesture, and he finds the feeling a little desperate. Pick me, choose to be with me, even if it’s just pretend. 

“He’s going to be there anyway,” she breathes out biting her lip in a nervous gesture, “I- I’d owe you so much, Spence. It would make him jealous, I think.”

It’s a little hedonistic, how much he would enjoy that, he thinks. Someone would see her as his girl. He knows she might be doing this to get Josh’s attention, but still- the evening together seems like too lovely of a thing to turn down- too wonderful of a chance to not offer. He’d take a night of pretend over never getting to be with her at all. 

It’s enough to make him ignore that making Josh jealous is probably the reason she’s saying yes. 

“Okay, okay! Spencer, will you do me the honor of taking me to Julie’s wedding?”

“I would be honored. 

The weeks approaching the wedding are a bit of sweet torture. She’d had the idea that they could practice, whatever that meant, and the memory of it lives in his mind rent free. They’d been watching the movie, already touchier than most would allow of best friends. (She’s his best, Spencer’s just the tiniest bit resentful of Julie). 

She’d been sitting next to him on his worn out couch, her legs thrown across his, and true to his word, he was whispering the translation along to the movie. She smiled at him, watching his mouth move instead of the movie, and he felt tingly under her stare. How wonderful and bright it is, to be under her gaze. He kept speaking even though she wasn’t watching, because he imagines that if he stops, she might look away. 

Then, she had held his hand. 

Grabbed it really, fingers lacing with his own, and Spencer’s brain had short circuited. She has soft hands, he had thought to himself, and it was about the only thing he could manage to think. 

“We should practice,” she had whispered, even though it was just the two of them in the lowlight of his home, “Y’know, so people believe us.”

He didn’t say that he’s pretty sure no one needed to be convinced he’s in love with her. 

“Sure,” he had nodded, and squeezed her hand, “I think that’s a great idea.”

So they’ve been practicing. 

This has been in equal measures wonderful and torturous. She walks with him to work on half the days, with her fingers twined with his own, and Spencer finds it intoxicating that any passerby would assume he belongs to her. 

More than he already does, anyway. 

Her affection is her own, just turned up to 11. She’s gorgeous- this is a fact that was not instrumental in his love of her, but ornamental- still, this is hard to ignore when she touches him as much as she does now. When she’s out with the team at the bar, she rests her hand on the small of his back- he preens every time at this. This is simple, her domesticity, her claiming his presence as her own- it’s more than nice, Spencer realizes. It’s wonderful, to be wanted by her. Even if it’s not real.

On this night, they’re celebrating. They caught the unsub before he’d been able to kill his first victim. This is a rarity in their field, and she’d given the interview that had gotten the confession. It’s the closest to field work she’d gotten, and they’re all celebrating their win. Her win. 

She looks like a figment of imagination, lovely in a way he literally cannot believe he didn’t conjure up in fantasy. Her favorite song is playing out of pure serendipity, and Spencer likes that word for her. She is serendipitous as a whole. 

“Do you want something to drink, honey?” The endearment feels warm and natural as it comes out of his mouth. His hand is resting on the small of her waist, and he knows he’s being egregious with the practice thing. But this is so nice, her leaning into him, one drink deep and touchier than she is tipsy, and he loves this. He loves that under this pretense, he gets to know what she feels like in his arms. 

He hands her the water before she gets to answer, and she happily sips it. 

“Are you proud of me, Spence?” Her voice is immeasurably fond and he drinks it in like a man starved. 

“Of course,” he smiles at her. I’m always proud of you, he thinks. “You did so well, love.”

He’s not used to endearments, but she showers him in them. Before their little pretending, too. Called him dove, honey, darling. Packed an emergency lunch in his go bag in case he forgot his. She’s such a good friend, and he wants to be her lover more with each breath. 

He tries to return them, now. 

“Good,” she says serenely, looking at him in a way that kills him, because he will never, ever kiss her. She can hold him, and look at him like that, and he will never get to be with her, “I think my cider is too sour,” she scrunches her nose, and his heart swoops. 

“I’ll get you something sweeter, baby.”

“Yeah you will!” He hears Morgan laugh, and he flushes bright red. No one seems surprised, by how touchy they’d been. Even Hotch- he’d expected a talk, but then got a stern nod of understanding in its stead. 

She sips the sweet drink he got her, a little cherry on the step, and he thinks he’d do anything to keep looking at her. 

Five weeks to the wedding. 

He can do this. 

“Could you do me a favor, Garcia? I come bearing gifts.” 

Spencer’s snuck into her office- there’s not much to do today, but she hadn’t wanted to take PTO for no reason, so here she is, in her feathered and pink glory. 

“Is that a hot chocolate? From Dominicks? Ooh, you play dirty, Dr. Reid.” Penelope almost squeals, and despite his nefarious purposes, he finds himself joyful- it’s alwaysgood to talk to her. 

After a joyful, eyes closed and serene sip, she asks, “Alright, my sweet furry friend, what can I do for you?”

“Could you check on a Josh Collins for me?”

“Isn’t that your girl’s ex?”

“No,” Heat rises to his cheeks, before he can help it. “She’s not my girlfriend.”

“Oh, and my favorite color is black.” Penelope scoffs back, but begins typing furiously anyway. 

He needs to know what is so fascinating about this guy. Because lately he can’t figure it out. He’s always fucking hated the guy, even though he’s never met him. He never had to- she’d shown up enough times at Spencer’s door crying, been broken up with and brought back enough to know that this guy is awful. Doesn’t even come close to deserving the woman that she is. 

“He’s a financial analyst at a Marketing firm, went to state school for his Bachelor’s, says here that he played football in college, but I don’t think they met until after,” she says, “Oh, he has a scuba license. And skydiving! Looks like he’s a bit of an adrenaline junkie.”

It’s an evil thought. Is that what she likes? He finds it hard to imagine, picturing the moments where she’s wrapped up in his arms on a movie night- that always seemed to be her preference. In, not out. 

“Is that him?”

There’s a picture of him on Penelope’s screen. Josh is chiseled and strong, smiling brightly in a polo on a jet ski- this is a photo posted on his social media, and Spencer has met a million of this guy. They bullied him in school. Spencer as genius and he’s a lot of things, but that will never be one of them. It’ll never, ever be him. 

Good to know, anyway. Better not to fantasize about what he knows he can’t have. 

On the day of the wedding, it’s actually a 6 hour drive. She’d offered to get them plane tickets, but he enjoyed his time with her. He was also desperate to extend the time until the wedding was over, and she’s probably the only person he wants to be trapped in a car with. 

They’re sharing a hotel room. She’s booked two beds, which he’s honestly grateful for- if they’d shared a bed, he might’ve combusted. 

Still, there is so much intimacy. She sings in the shower. He imagines a world where he’d know that in domesticity, where after a night spent in laughter and something like love, she showered in his home. But that’s not how he knows it. He knows it because he’s at her best friend’s wedding, pretending to be her boyfriend. 

When she comes out of her bedroom, she’s gorgeous. 

She’s got a green and purple dress on, a cinched waist and a sweetheart neck, a dash of plum lipstick on her lovely pout, and he’d like to kiss that smile very, very much. She’s a delicate kind of lovely, saturated in sweetness, and it’s sweet torture to have her this close.

“You look...” He struggles to find words, an uncommon occurrence in his life, “Like a vision.”

It’s sentimental and warmer than he wished he sounded, but god- she’s stunning. She looks like she’s made of old film, beautiful in that way that’s just a bit too good to be true. He adores her more with each breath.

“You think it’s okay?” She speaks to him with her doe eyes adorned with a concerned expression. He wants to kiss it away.

“You look lovely,” he says, a vast underselling.

The ceremony is a lovely affair, and Spencer learns that she cries at weddings. The bride and groom have lovely, saccharine vows, and Spencer tries not to picture a wedding that he will never get to have. 

It’s a little bit impossible with her at his side. 

She’s touchier now, even mores then when they were ‘practicing’. Her hands are warm laced with his own, her head leaning on his shoulder, and he feels lucky to have even a piece of getting to be with her. 

At the reception, she is tackled by her friends, and he performs dutifully as the caring boyfriend. It’s not hard.

It’s a lovely night. His arms glued to the small of her waist, and he’s been introduced as her “genius FBI agent boyfriend” many times tonight. He turns bright red every time. 

“This is my boyfriend, he’s the smartest ever,” she brags when she’s half a drink deep, and he cherishes the ability to draw circles on the small of her back in this moment- his words fail him in moments of praise, and touch is an avenue that he is rarely allowed to use.

“I don’t believe that intelligence can be accurately quantified-“

“Which is a thing that humble geniuses say.” 

So he’s having a great tine. 

Her lipstick is transfer-free, and his cheek is proof. She’s so affectionate his heart keeps doing somersaults. There’s a signature cocktail with some pun in the couples name.

“I’m fucking obsessed with these, Spence,” she says, a light airiness to her voice that he recognizes as her tipsy voice, “Can you get me another, my love?”

“Yes, honey.” He smiles at her, and kisses the crown of her hair before leaving her in the company of her friends. He’s indulging a bit too much, he’s aware. He’s going to have to give up this up when the sun rises, like some fucked up fairytale where Cinderella never gets the guy because she’s not worthy of it without the pretense.

“Could I get the house cocktail?” Spencer asks the bartender, flashing a smile at her with the giddiness of knowing he will return to her.

Spencer had nearly forgotten that part of the reason he was here was because of Josh. 

Who is at the bar.

“Hey man- you’re the dude she brought, right?” 

Josh is actually about 2 inches shorter than Spencer, and Spencer makes the most of this difference. He’s a broad chested muscle man, but he looks woefully underwhelming. 

“Yeah, I’m the lucky guy.” Spencer replies in a deadpan tone, turning to face him with a stony expression. 

“Careful, man,” Josh says, and it’s a little pathetic how he’s trying to pretend he doesn’t care, “She’ll chew you up and spit you out.”

“Really? Because it seems like you’d leave a bad taste in anyone’s mouth.”

“Whatever, dude. It’s clear that she just brought someone to make me jealous.”

“Actually, while I can’t read her mind, I imagine you’ve slipped hers entirely. Clearly your entire energy is based in whatever ego-driven shell your youth has shaped you into- and maybe one day someone will care enough about whatever tragedy made you the way you are, but I am deeply uninterested, and I’d wager she is too.”

He’s not sure if this is true, but Spencer’s noticed that in the time since their ruse has begun she hasn’t mentioned Josh. Not once. She might not love Spencer,  but she might not see Josh anymore. 

“Also, if you ever speak disrespectfully of my girlfriend again I promise you it will not end well for you.”

His voice is even and has an underlaying of quiet rage. It’s wonderful to call her that, even more so as she enters into his eye line.

“You looked mad,” she says in lieu of a greeting, her nimble arms wrapping around his waist with fluid ease, “Is everything okay?” 

It’s only then she sees Josh, and there’s something wonderful about knowing that she came here to check on him. Josh is about to say something, he can tell even though he’s only visible in the corner of his vision. 

It’s a calculated risk but he chooses to do it anyway. 

When he kisses her, he doesn’t know what to expect. It falls into line like puzzles into place, one of her hands falling to his waist and the other cradling his jaw with a delicate softness. She leans into him totally and this is an intoxicating feeling- her lips are so, so soft and it’s what he’s been fantasizing about since she first smiled at him and asked him to keep going when he was rambling about Russian literature. 

It’s actually better. 

When she pulls back, she scans the space. Josh is gone.

“Well that had the intended effect,” he says- it seems better than anything else, like confessing that the only reason he did it was that he could. He kissed her. 

She nods, clearly a bit frazzled, and fuck-

“I should have asked, fuck, I’m sorry-“

“No, no, you’re okay, um-thanks for getting rid of him.”

Her voice is hollow. 

Despite the awkwardness of the kiss, which Spencer cannot stop thinking about.

Did he imagine it, or did she lean in? Did she sigh into it? How is he going to ever get over the fact that he’s never going to do that again?

Her lipstick is grape flavored. Now they both know that. 

They get back to the hotel at half past midnight, and she’d been a little distanced- not so much they still didn’t look like a couple, but enough that Spencer knows. They’re winding down the artificial love affair, and all of the things he’s become kind of addicted to are going to go away. Her fingers running through the tendrils of his hair, her delicate fingers rubbing tiger balm on his temples when he’s got his migraines. Her cheek kisses, the honeys, my loves, sweethearts. 

Kissing her. 

When she drops her bag on the hotel bed and sits on the edge of it, he sits next to her. She’s been quieter, since the kiss. 

“Hey.”

“Hey back,” she replies, bumping her knee with his in fondness. 

“I’m sorry I surprised you with, you know.”

“Kissing me?”

“I should have asked- I’m sorry.”

“I’m not upset that you kissed me,” she says, looking down at her shoes, “I’m upset that you only did it because you wanted to spite Josh.”

“What?”

“I know that this is my problem, Spence,” she says, “You never… led me on, you know? I know that this was always my thing to deal with. Being in love with you was never something that I thought would be a problem. But when you offered to go with me- to pretend to be my boyfriend, how could I pass that up?”

This makes no sense.

“I know,” she runs her fingers through her hair in a frustrated motion, “I know that it was never a good idea. But the idea of getting to be with you was just too much to turn down, even it it wasn’t the real thing. And now we’re going back to normal and I promise that I will go back to being your friend. It might take me a second, though-I might need some space.”

She needs space from him? Because she can’t transition away from being his fake girlfriend?

“You don’t need space from me.”

He’s so fucking bad at talking. 

“Spencer-“

“No, no,” because now he has a shot- now  there’s a reality where the pit in his chest doesn’t have to live there forever. He can be with her. Because for some crazy, insane reason, she wants him. “You don’t need space from because I don’t want space from you, okay?”

He sits next to her on the bed, eyes a little crazed with want with nowhere to go. 

“I’m not sure what you mean.” Her voice is tempered, and he thinks he hears hope. 

“I love you. I am in love with you. I’ve been in love with you as long as I’ve known you,” he grabs her hand-it feels desperate to say and he sure he sounds it, “I didn’t kiss you because I wanted to spite him. I did it because I couldn’t live with the idea that I would spend the rest of my life never have kissed you.”

He probably would say more- so many things are coming to mind, most of which are pleading. She’s the only thing he’s ever wanted this much. Before he gets to, though, she kisses him. 

It’s sudden, as all things of this nature are, but he pulls her close on instinct. She ends up on his lap, her hands around his neck, and it is so rare that fantasy lives up to reality. But this is better, the feeling of the weight of her pressed against him and the taste of her grape lipstick. 

It’s a minute when she pulls back, and it takes everything to not chase the contact.

“I love you too,” she says, the sweetness of it dripping from the sound of it. He wants to hear it again, and again, and again.

“For real?”

“For real.” 

When the run rises in the morning that follows, he’s wrapped around the length of her like a vice, right and close to him, Her head rests on his chest, and while there is another bed there, it’s clearly not seeing any use.

He’s never slept better in his life. 

[catiuskaa]

horny kitchen [not hell's this time].

SUMMARY: whenever you were home, he wasn’t. it wasn’t totally your fault if that had made you believe he was never home in the first place, but it sure had lead into an interesting meeting.

WC: 1.7k

CW: crack! felix and olivia as cupids (i love them), mentions of alcohol, mentions of the movie After: Ever Happy, slight Changlix showing up, drunken courage, nsfw! marking, dry humping.

REQUESTED! by annonie right here. i had fun, tysm, pookie!

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“Tell me you were kidding.”

You stared at Felix’s puzzled face, his hands on your shoulders, and Olivia passed her hands through her hair as she leaned against your room’s door, shutting it close.

“What— why would I lie?” You frowned, smiling in confussion. “I wasn’t kidding. We’ve just never really talked, and I only know one or two things about him.” You repeated, and watched as your friends both made the same exhasperated grin, and then shared a look that only them, brother and sister, were able to decipher.

“Your roomate, who’s basically famous in our college, who looks like— like that,” Olivia stated, stumbling on her words. “And you haven’t had a normal chat? Not even about the weather?”

You shrugged. “Not that I remember, no. He doesn’t look like he’s a fan of small talk.”

They had both stared at you with wide eyes when you opened the door and the figure of a tall man with short hair surprised you at the other side.

“Oh, right,” you had smiled, turning to introduce him to your friends. “He’s my roomate, Hyunjin. I texted you a while back to check if they could come over, remember?” You said softly at him, and he smiled, nodding.

“Right, yeah. Sorry that I can’t stay, I have someone waiting for me downstairs. It was nice to meet you.” He had greeted, as politely as he had smiled, and rushed to catch the elevator again.

And that had been it.

“God, he looks like a model.” Felix sighed as he took his jacket off, blinking slowly, as if trying to comprehend what he had seen. “He looks like he travels to Italy and France during fashion week. What the fuck, he looks like he knows when fashion week is.”

“He’s like a hundred times better than the last guy you dated,” Olivia chimed back, and you frowned at the mention of your ex. “Don’t look at me like that. Babe, tell me that at least you find him attractive.”

“Sure. He’s good looking.” Felix deadpanned at you, and you huffed. “Okay, fine! He’s really hot, yeah, I have eyes, you know?”

Olivia and Felix snickered, and you pouted, snickering too, grabbing a pillow from your bed and yeeting it at him.

“I didn’t come here to see you drool over Hyunjin, guys. It’s bad movie Sunday, and we have to watch After 4. I need this to finish soon.” You giggled cheekily.

“I’ll go get the shots!” Olivia smiled with enthusiasm as she went to grab three shot glasses and a bottle of cheap wine you kept.

“I thought we were gonna watch Twilight?” You saw Felix smile, taking his shoes of as he sat on the bed.

He rolled his eyes in amusment, faking pettiness while you turned on the computer and looked for the movie.

“Liv likes the saga, we can’t.” You chuckled. “Maybe she starts crying when Cedric Diggory starts pouring glitter over his face or something.”

“Have I heard disrespect against Robbert Pattinson?!” She yelled from the kitchen, and you two cackled loudly.

You settled your laptop on your desk and used your chair as a table to keep the glasses and wine on.

“Shot rules?” Olivia pondered, taking her shoes off and getting comfortable, much like Felix, who was stealing all the pillows and cushions and settling them behind his back.

“Seungmin said that a shot for every red flag was fine.” You shrugged.

“Seungmin watched After?” Olivia wondered in slight shock.

“Of course, he loves to complain about anything.” You mocked slyly. “But you guys aren’t driving back, right?”

Felix handled the movie blanket, hiding everything except his eyes and his nose under it.

“Bin has to drive this way to get home from the studio. He said he could take us.”

You smiled.

“Let’s get this over with,” Olivia chimed with a snicker.

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Tipsy could be an understatement. That, you had to admit. But only to yourself, because to your drunk mind, getting to that level of drunkness —just because of the walking red flag the love interest in the movie was— seemed a little lame on your side.

“‘m ok, livvie,” you smiled at Olivia and her skeptical look. “I won’t even drive.”

Changbin huffed in amusement, passing one of Felix’s arms over his shoulders as the very much freckled very much drunk man started pouting his lips.

“i wan’ kis, binn…” he blabbered messily.

“Why did we do a drinking game,” his sister mumbled, rubbing her eyes, clearly showing much more control on downing wine shots.

“Harvey burned his mom’s house! I mean, we clearly had to drink twice because of that.” Felix said in a hiccup, then clung back to Changbin.

You messily bid goodbye to the Lee brothers and the poor designated driver that carried Felix with Lix’s arm over his shoulder, closed the door and waddled back to your room.

The main issue movies like After had —aside from its preposterous attempt at trying to take itself seriously— was the copious amount of long and dull sex scenes.

Well. They seemed “dull” when you were sober.

But the thought of them brought naughty ideas to your just-a-bit-willy-nilly-tipsy body.

As if someone had been there staring at you, sitting in a dim-lit corner of your room, not bothering if it was late at night or if your door was wide open, your hands trailed down to the zip of your jeans, and you bit your lip, drunkily teasing yourself, lowering the fabric slowly down your hips, and letting it plop down on the floor with a soft thud.

The idea had been to take a step back and kick the clothing away, but you accidentally hit one of your bed’s legs, and cursed loudly, half because of the weirded out drunkness who had forgot that was there in the first place, but you shook it off, not actually in pain.

You shook your head, and continued with the frenzy, enticingly tickling your sides when reaching for your shirt and slowly took it off, letting it down next to your pants, as if leaving a happy trail that headed to your closet, one you opened and took an oversized shirt you usually wore to bed.

But sleeping with a bra on was not the smartest move. The clip started stining and the tag on its side started itching, so with a quick snap and a perky throw, you giggled, still a bit drunk, but starting to turn sober enough to start craving water.

You passed your oversized shirt over your head, turning to face your door when the long fabric covered your body.

Covered from a surprised and flustered pair of dark brown eyes, iris so dark that his pupils, blown out and enticing, almost devoured it whole.

“Hyun…jin?”

His hair was the messiest you had ever seen from him, dressed in his pj’s, some old blue squared-pattered pants that he got gifted a couple of Christmas ago. Solely the pants.

The waistband of his underwear, brand name staring at you like a deer in headlights. And even so, it wasn’t as intense as how that teasing little mole on his tummy.

Mmh. You wanted to kiss it.

“Ah… I uh…” he mumbled, messily so, enough for you to notice.

“Oh. Y’re drunk too.”

He smiled wryly, nodding.

It was a bit blank, how you two ended up in the kitchen. Your brain fuzzy, enjoying the alcohol that lingered in your system. Dazed, you feel two warm hands on your waist, and how they turn you around and sit you on the counter.

“Y’know?” Hyunjin smirks, and you notice you could almost taste the drinks he had taken from how close he was. “It’s s’weird how we never… uh… talk, mmh.”

Your breath hitches, his hands not leaving your waist, stroking and teasingly caressing underneath your shirt, that had ridden up from when you sat.

“Talk?” You mumble giddily.

“Yeah. It’s stupid. How can I live with someone so hot and barely say good morning?”

The way he states the sentence, as if it was something as factual and axiomatical as one plus one, baffles you almost as fast as the speed your cheeks turn red.

He snickers, watching you turn to putty in his hands. “I heard moans when I arrived.” The stupid movie. “For a moment, I thought it was you and it made me wild.”

Hyunjin leans his forehead against yours, his lips barely an inch away from temptation. You.

Cheekily, he moves even closer to the counter, until he’s slotted between your legs. He slides you over the counter, pressing you against him.

“Hyune…”

It’s a mumble, its slurred, and he drinks it up like he’s been thirsty for days. Neither of you are too sure of what’s happening, but it’s easy to say neither of you care enough about that now when his lips find yours.

Like he said, wild. You can’t be sure if it’s the moonlight that hits him from the kitchen’s window of the alcohol that gives him such freedom to kiss you in a way that, for a second, you feel like he’s going to eat you alive.

But he’s got it clear. He needs you, he’s been waiting for the moment you two would finally speak like human beings and stop behaving like robots who share comparments, barely addressing the other. He’s sick and tired of it, tired of waiting, and sick, because he’s been craving you for what seems like weeks, even months, and Hyunjin knows he can’t hold back any longer.

You’re both drunk, and maybe you shouldn’t, but how could he stop when you drop from the counter and his thigh fits perfectly between your legs? How could he stop, when he wants nothing but to tore your shirt to shreds and mark as much skin as he can see? How could he stop, when he’s been waiting for so long to let go?

“A-ah, Hyun…”

And he’s gone. One little whimper from you, and he knows that one thing’s for sure.

He’s not stopping until you come for him for the night.

Besides. There’s plenty other nights to keep having more fun.

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~kats, who in reality should be tiding up her room, but will most definetely keep reading the pjo pdf she found.

catiuskaa, september 2024

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i really missed you…

Childe x reader (smut)

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exfwb to lovers, size difference? rough, sub to dom (childe)? p in v, silly at the end

sorry for any misspellings!!

your in your apartment living room, your roommate, ganyu, is out doing something with xiao or something, but you have some stupid tv show on that you put on as background. Your on your couch fully spread out with only a big tee and black tiny underwear on covering your bits down stairs, your finishing reading a paragraph from the big ass text you just HADD to buy for this dumb class when you heard knocking.

you grown while getting up thinking your roommate Ganyu ordered something and it’s just delivered, but looking back at the time, exactly 12:30. You think to yourself “who tf could be delivering something at this time?” before getting on your tiptoes and looking at the peephole to see who the hell is knocking at your apartment. You froze, you saw that same hot orange ginger head of hair that you know so well.

childe and you were friends with befits your freshman year of college, but you grew feelings, and he just wanted his cock sucked, so you broke it off even though you guys are still in the same friend group and you still haven’t gotten over him or his cock.

you open the door, he’s leaning on the door frame, he forgot how big he was, he was basically towering over you “hey.” he said with a sigh “hi…” you said in a confused tone “why the hell are you here.” you said without any hesitation “you were right.” he said looking down at his shoes. he was in a burgundy dress shirt with black dress pants and nice shoes, looking like he just got off of a meeting or something fancy. “I was right about what…?” you said crossing your arms “i’m in love with you.” he said.

before you can even grasp a thought he asks to come in, so you do because your so confused and horny to see him. he sits on your couch man spreading with his elbows in his knees and his face in his hands, you sit next to him, trying to hide the fact that you only were a shirt and panties. “so i went on a date with lumine.” he says putting his hands down “the girl you wanted to bang forever?” you butt in “yea..sure i guess, but it wasn’t right, she wasn’t you.” he said turning his head to face you “i missed you y/n” he rushes to put his hands around your waist and bury his face into your side waiting for what your gonna say.

“childe-” “ajax please” he cut you off “ajax’s…i really missed you too but-“ “DO YOU A BF NOW??” he yells getting up and sitting back up. “NOO??” “THEN WHY DID YOU SAY BUT” “BUT I NEED TO CHANGE BECAUSE IM ONLY IN A THONG AND GANYU’S BIG SHIRT!!” you scream while lifting up your shirt showing the pretty black thong you have on. “you don’t need to change..” “ajax.” “but anyways, do you still love me.” you pause looking into his eyes that give the look of sorrow and regret for only wanted you to fuck “i really do still love you-“ he clashes your lips together without a second thought.

you grab his hair pulling him into you more, his hands feeling up your curves and tummy and ofc tits but mostly your ass. he pickes you up and sets you in his lap, “y/n…i need you to fucking badly that if i don’t fuck you i will go insane” he says huffing for air after that make out session. “then prove how bad you need-“ *BRING BRING* “oh shit” it’s your phone you get off his lap to retrieve your buzzing phone “shit it’s ganyu”

“HEYY GIRLLL” you said in a high pitched voice “hii sweetheart, i just calling to say that im about to come over and we really need to finish the twilight movies tonight!!” you give ajax a motion of you faking choking yourself out with your tongue hanging out your mouth before getting back on the phone “uhhh ganyu what it im busy..” ajax’s giggles watching you try not to laugh. “oh you don’t have to watching it just wanna watch it with you in the room with me!! you can just do your homework on the couch or something!!” you love ganyu so much but your craving ginger cock rn

“uhh maybe, how far away are you?” “uhh about 20 minutes” shit. it’s not gonna take 20 minutes for him to suck and fuck you until your not thinking right. “okayy see you in a little bit bye!!” “bye bye-“ you hang up on her quickly “baby you gotta leave, we can fuck some other time” he looks at you, half his shirt is unbuttoned “y/n please, i need your pussy, just hide me in your room, i’ll be quiet!! i promise!!” he pleases “ajax’s come on” you open the door for him “fine..” he puts his head down walking over to the door, you kiss him and tell him to come over soon and even before you can close the door he leans down and whispering into your ear “please just let me fuck you like the good girl you are..” you freeze not even a word can come out as he leans even more down leaving kisses down you neck that lead to sloppy sucking on your neck “ajax…” you moan trying to be super loud for you neighbors “now can i come back in?”

you pull him buy his collar up the stairs telling him to get own your bed as you make a call, “hii y/n” ganyu picks up, you put your phone into your shoulder and ear holding it in place “hey i can’t watch the movies tonight..” you say looking at ajax’s on your bed with palming his throbbing boner that very much need your touch “i’m busy..” you say to ganyu on the other end while taking off the black panties “what why!! uhh y/n!!” you hear her asking why and how while you climb on time of ajax, straddling him and rubbing you bare pussy on his ragging boner, he covers his mouth trying to not let ganyu hear his moans “i need dick really badly” *click*

you hung up on her throwing your phone and quickly taking off your shirt. “i need you so badly it’s hurting” ajax moans grabbing you by your hips and moving you back and forth faster in his boner “well, take it out then” he quickly unbuttons his belt and whipping out his cock, you forgot how big it really is. his bright pink tip with his thick base, you almost forgot how perfect he was. you lean and kiss the tip which led to more of him moaning “please…uhh..y/n..i need you..” “let me put it in…uhh… be patient”

you get on your knees leveling your self to go down on his aching cock, you slowly go down on the tip cause him to moan and huff so loudly that your neighbors are prolly gonna yell shut up soon “i can’t…i need you..” he grabs you hips again and thrust you down onto his cock, him fully being inside you he lifts you up barely leaving the tip in and pushes you down. you melted at the spot, jerking your head back and felling like a toy but you didn’t care all you could hear was the sound of your wetness and his skin clashing with yours with your and his moans and grunting.

you lift your head back up to look at him “childeeee…ahhh..i missed youuu” you say bouncing up and down on him as he controls your hips and how fast they go up and down “i” *thrust* “said” *thrust* “to” *thrust* “call me” *thrust* “AJAX” *THRUST* he pulls out and flips you on your back, you feel so light headed that you don’t seem to be real. he picks up your legs and puts them over his broad should and puts his cock back inside. “good girl..ahh..your missed this fat cock..didn’t you..uhhhh..your…so tight!” you look at him trying to focus on him and not you pussy being pounded “immm…closeee…AHHHH” ajax picks up the speed of his trust “cum on my cock baby…please i need your cum on me..uhh” he grunts though his teeth. with more thrust and moaning you cum on his cock but he doesn’t change his speeding leaning to your sensitive parts feel like he’s never gonna stop. then he pulls out “face down ass up. now baby.” he says thrusting into his fist, try you best to move quickly as you can and once your ass is up he pumps his cock until he finishes on your back, leaving ropes of white.

him being still full clothed puts his cock up and takes his belt off, dropping it on the floor. he lays down next to you, and picks you up laying you on top of him “i really missed you y/n” you sighs playing your your hair as your still butt ass naked laying on top on him with his cum all on your back. “miss you more ajax.” you say with a smile.

“ARE YALL DONE!! OH MY FUCKING GOD!! IVE NEVER HEARD A MAN MOAN LIKE THAT!!” you hear yanfei screaming then you hear loud footsteps “IM SORRY Y/NNN!!” it’s ganyu screaming at yanfei to stfu. you left your head up at ajax and you both start cracking up, he grabs you around the waist and starts rocking you back and forth while laughing then he pauses “fuck i got cum on my sleeves.”

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authors note: MY FIRST FANIC ON THIS ACC!! YIPPEE ofc it had to be smut. anyways thank you for reading this 🤍

[waitimcomingtoo]

SLUT!

chapter five: don’t say I didn’t warn you

Series Masterlist

The first time you walked onto campus holding hands with Peter, it caught some attention. Your school was small enough that a reputation like yours was pretty well known around campus so now that you and Peter were public, people took notice.

“Everyone is staring at us.” You whispered to him and he could tell you were feeling self conscious.

“Well you look really pretty today. So they might as well be looking at us.” Peter replied. He could see you smile at that and knew he had just passed his first test as a boyfriend.

“This is just like that scene in Twilight.” You said as you passed through a group on onlookers.

“Which scene?”

“The one when they walk in to school together and everyone is staring.”

“Oh.” Peter laughed. “Yeah, I can see why you thought of that.”

You laughed as well and headed towards the library so you could study together before your class. On the way, you walked by one of the guys on the basketball team.

“Whore.” He said through a fake cough as he passed by. You stopped walking and let go of Peters hand.

“Why’d you let go? Are my hands too sweaty?” Peter asked and wiped his hands on his pants.

“It’s not that.” You sighed. “It’s because I’m poisonous. If you’re seen with me, you’re just gonna get a reputation too.”

“Who cares? We can wear the scarlet letter together.” Peter said and took your hand again. You looked down at your intertwined hands before looking at him skeptically.

“You really don’t care?”

“I don’t.” Peter shrugged so nonchalant that you believed him. You smiled in satisfaction and tugged him closer by his shirt to kiss him. It was your way of saying thank you and his way of saying he didn’t care who saw you together.

As the weeks went on, the buzz around your relationship died down and no one seemed to care anymore. All the while, you were growing more comfortable in your relationship with Peter. You kept up with your studying session during the day and went on dates at night. You were getting better grades and happier than ever.

Peter went back to his dorm after a late class one day with a huge smile on his face. He dumped his backpack on the floor and sat down on his bed with a happy sigh.

“Remember that girl from high school that we both liked?” Peter asked Ned.

“Liz? With the beautiful black hair and perfect bone structure? Who always smelled like Japanese Cherry Blossom? I vaguely remember her.” Ned replied.

“Yeah. Liz. I liked her so much. If you asked me back then, I would’ve sworn I was in love with her.”

“Why are you thinking about Liz?” Ned wondered.

“Because I realized I never actually liked her. I liked the fantasy I built around a girl I found pretty. I didn’t even know Liz and I thought I was in love. But I know Y/n. And I know that I’ve never felt this way before.” Peter said with another happy sigh.

“Oh no. You’re not saying you’re in lesbians with her, are you?” Ned gasped.

“Damn. I forgot about that movie. We should watch it again.” Peter said. “And no, I’m not saying I’m in love with her.”

“Okay. Good.” Ned relaxed.

“But I’m going to.” Peter added.

“You are? Isn’t it a little soon?” Ned asked him.

“We’ve been together for two months now. It’s how I feel. Why shouldn’t I tell her?”

“I’m just saying. I think you should wait until you know how she feels.”

“I think she feels the same.” Peter told him. “It’s just hard for her to trust people. That’s why I want to be the one who says it first. And I think I’m gonna do it next time I see her.” Peter said proudly. He then got a text and smiled when he saw your name on his screen.

“That’s her now.” Peter said and opened his phone to read your text. His smile slowly faded as his eyebrows knit together.

“What’s wrong?” Ned asked when he saw Peters face.

“She’s at a frat house. She wants me to come get her.” Peter said as he got off his bed.

“Ew.” Ned grimaced. “Why is she at a frat house? Is she trying to get scabies?”

“I don’t know. Probably a party.” Peter shrugged but also found it strange to hear you were there. The frat boys were the ones who bullied you and beyond that, you were never a party kind of person. He threw on his jacket and stepped into the December air to walk to the campus frat. He was let right in which he found slightly suspicious and texted you once he was inside. You said you were in the first bedroom on the second floor, so Peter made his way up the stairs and knocked on the door. When you didn’t answer, he frowned and started to get nervous. He opened the door and felt his heart drop when he saw you in bed with some guy in a hockey jersey. You were fast asleep in your hoodie and sweats with a cup of ginger ale on the dresser beside you. Peter felt tears come to his eyes and stood there frozen in shock. Brad and his friends suddenly appeared behind him in the doorway and laughed obnoxiously in Peters ear.

“Oh shit! The slut strikes again.” Brad laughed as he took a picture of you. Flash and Harry were right behind him, laughing and taking pictures as well. The commotion woke you up and you sat up as you rubbed your aching head.

“What the fuck?” Peter blurted, making your groggy eyes fly open. You looked at him in confusion but could barely see him with your splitting headache.

“Peter? What’s going on?” You asked as you struggled to keep your eyes open.

“You tell me. Who is that guy?” He shouted and pointed to the guy next to you. You gave him a confused look and followed his finger, screaming in surprise when you noticed the guy for the first time. He was too drunk to realize what was going on but you were starting to come back. You looked around and saw the boys laughing at you with their cameras out before your eyes landed on Peter. He was crying and staring at you with the most betrayed expression you had ever seen.

“Peter.” You said breathlessly, knowing how bad it looked. You were too focused on him to care about the pictures being taken or the teasing from the guys. Peters face twisted in misery as he turned to leave. He pushed past the guys who were cheering and calling you names and ran down the stairs.

“Peter, wait.” You pleaded as you ran after him. He kept running so you did too. You caught his arm in the lobby and made him stop.

“Please, talk to me. Let me explain.”

“I can’t believe this. I thought we had something.” Peter said as he wiped his face on the back of his hand. The music was shut off as people tuned in to listen to the fight.

“We do have something. That wasn’t what it looked like. I don’t even know that guy. Please, I need you to believe me.” You said and took his hand but he yanked it away from you.

“Believe you? How can I believe you when I caught you sleeping with another guy?” Peter shouted, making the party goers go “ooo” as they watched the drama unfold. You looked around in embarrassment and knew your reputation was never going to recover from this. People were filming and staring at you and all you could do was let it happen.

“It looked like that, but-“

“Everyone was right about you.” He cut you off, making you freeze as he said the most hurtful words you could imagine him saying.

“What did you just say?” You whispered in disbelief.

“I said that they were right. This is exactly what I was warned would happen if I got involved with you. You get what you want from a guy by pretending to like him and then break his heart. I should’ve known better.” Peter spat, making you stumble back in surprise.

“Peter, no. That’s not what’s happening. Please, just let me explain. I need you to believe me. What you saw wasn’t what you think. You know me, Peter. You know I’m not like what everyone says.”

“Maybe you are. Why else would you lead me on like this? You said you needed to go slow with me but then I catch you fucking some other guy? What are you, some kind of slut?” He shouted.

The room went silent. The world went silent.

You were wrong. Those were the most hurtful words Peter could say to you. People started to laugh and call you “slut” and all it’s hateful synonyms as you stared at Peter in disbelief. And as angry and hurt as Peter was, he knew he had just crossed the line. He wasn’t the kind of guy who used that word yet there he was, throwing it at you in a room full of people.

“You said you’d never call me that.” You whispered as a tear ran down your cheek. The betrayal in your eyes told Peter that he had already burned his bridge with you. You were never going to forgive him for that, so he decided he might as well put the nail in the coffin.

“Well that’s what’s you are.” He snapped. “If you didn’t want me to call you that, maybe you shouldn’t act like one. I can’t believe I was ever in love with you.”

“You’re in love with me?” You said breathlessly.

“Not anymore.” He said before he even knew what was coming out of his mouth. His face was burning all the way up to his ears. That was not how he wanted his first “I love you” to go. He hadn’t meant to blurt it the way he had but it just came out.

Your jaw dropped as a tiny gasp escaped your lips. Peter immediately regretted it but there was nothing he could do to make things right. The entire room was against you and on his side so even if he apologized, it wouldn’t reach your ears. You stared in each others eyes and the people in the room cheered for Peter while they ridiculed you.

“Yeah! Get her Peter!” Brad proudly cheered from the stairwell. Peter wondered what kind of guy he had become if Brad Davis was applauding his actions. In fact, he didn’t want the approval of any of the people in the house. Peters eyes softened and he opened his mouth to say something, anything, but you didn’t want it hear it. You ran out of the house with tears in your eyes and Peter silently watched you go. Some of the jocks clapped him on the back and expressed their pride in him, making Peter feel sick to his stomach. The music resumed and people started to talk about the scene and degrade you further while Peter stood frozen. The guy in the jersey came stumbling down the stairs and asked what had happened, but received no answer. Peter left without saying anything and went back to his dorm, slamming his door behind him as he went in.

“Woah, dude. What’s wrong? Where’s Y/n?”

“She cheated on me. You were right. She’s just a slut.” Peter mumbled as he sat on his bed. Now that he has used the word once, it was tumbling out of his mouth with ease. He didn’t know who he had become because he was not raised to be a guy who said things like that, and yet there he was.

“Wait, really? I’m never right. What happened?” Ned asked him.

“I walked into the party and she was in bed with some guy.” Peter said with a sigh as he replayed it all in his head. Now that he was out of the heat of the moment, he wondered about your initial confusion when you saw the guy in bed with you. You looked just as surprised as Peter was to see that guy there.

“I’m sorry, dude. I know you were about to tell her you loved her.” Ned said sympathetically.

“I just don’t understand. She told me all those rumors weren’t true. How could she do this to me?” Peter wondered out loud. He laid his head down on his pillow and felt tears leak out of his eyes and into his ears. He replayed the moment over and over again in his head until he eventually fell asleep.

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✩ Ot8 ✩

╰┈➤ One shots

🍪 Nothing here...yet.

╰┈➤ Headcannons

🍪 Small acts of love from skz ◦ f

🍪 skz as red flags ◦ a

╰┈➤ Fake Texts

🍪 the boys find out you have a cold ◦ f

🍪 pulling the "shes busy" prank ◦ h

🍪 asking the boys "would you love me if I was a worm?" ◦ h

🍪 asking the boys "who is this" on a suggestive comment on their insta ◦ h

🍪 silly little dad!skz fake texts ◦ h

🍪 jealous!bestfreind!skz telling the reader to not go on her date ◦ hyung line

🍪 jealous!bestfreind!skz telling the reader to not go on her date ◦ maknae line

✩ Bangchan ✩

╰┈➤ One shots

🍪 lost in translation ◦ a+f - being an author comes with its ups and downs, when your deep in the dumps about your poetry bangchan is quick to comfort you.

╰┈➤Drabbles

🍪 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭 ・f —During one of your cuddle sessions with Bangchan, you realize that your relationship shares an odd resemblance to Twilight—without the entire plot, of course.

╰┈➤ Fake Texts

🍪 while you were looking at him, i was looking at you ◦ a+r+f +mini-series

✩ Lee Know ✩

╰┈➤ One shots

🍪 Nothing here...yet.

╰┈➤Drabbles

🍪 Nothing here...yet.

╰┈➤ Fake Texts

🍪 minho gets jealous watching the reader hand her customers cash ◦f+r

✩ Seo Changbin ✩

╰┈➤ One shots

🍪 Nothing here...yet.

╰┈➤Drabbles

🍪 Nothing here...yet.

✩ Hwang Hyunjin ✩

╰┈➤ One shots

🍪 Nothing here...yet.

╰┈➤Drabbles

🍪 Nothing here...yet.

╰┈➤ Fake Texts

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✩ Han jisung ✩

╰┈➤ One shots

🍪 doomsday ◦ a➝ 5231 · ⤷Sometimes doomsday wasn't the crumbling of a city; doomsday was an apocalypse of the mind

╰┈➤Drabbles

🍪 Nothing here...yet.

╰┈➤ Fake texts

🍪 accidental love confession ◦ f

🍪 teasing a shy han untill he accidentally confesses ◦ f

✩ Lee Felix ✩

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🍪 laughter like honey dribbles ◦ f+s+h ➝ 1123 words · realistic sex · ⤷ An inexperienced Felix tries to impress you by forcing his voice deeper. What do you do when it cracks mid-through?

🍪 hang the moon ◦ f +r➝ 4,506 words · Dad!Felix headcanons · ⤷ going through the ages of time with felix, from when you told him you were pregnant to seeing him braid your baby's hair.

🍪 pretty like poetry ◦ f+a➝ 2681 words · Hurt and comfort · ⤷felix always tended to hate the freckles that adorned his face, believing they were blemishes that deserved to be hidden under layers of foundation, but what will he do when you convince him that his freckles were pretty—pretty like poetry?

🍪 eat your words ◦ s ➝ 2290 words ⤷in a spiral of whiskey-induced stupidity, you claim felix couldn't dominate you even if he tried—oh, how he's going to make you eat your words. 

🍪 rewrite the ending ◦ s ➝-Just once, let him rewrite the story; Just once, he promises you will never have to watch the same ending again. ( reader with mommy issues let's felix poetically fuck the sadness out of her)

rewrite the ending in every lifetime ◦ f+a+s➝ Going through the ages of time with Felix, no matter how many times your mother knocked you down, he was always there to pick you up—in every lifetime.

pink lemonade ◦ f➝ Felix had always dreamed of the day he could finally gather enough courage to kiss you. Even in his wildest dreams, he never imagined it would be mid-sip of your pink lemonade.

Where the hell did you get that? ◦ f➝ Even after your bodyguard saved your life you insist that you don't need his help, maybe you feel a little different after he drops his weapon in the middle of a fight—and forces you to admit you need him.

You're like real?! ◦ f➝ You never once thought you would meet Lee Felix, especially not while watching an edit of his abs

╰┈➤Drabbles

🍪 don't cry over spilled milk ◦ f+a ➝ 1633 words · Dad!Felix · ⤷Accidents happen is an easy thing to say when your daughter didn't just dump a cup of milk on your husband's new black carpet and all of a sudden— you can't breathe

╰┈➤ Fake Texts

🍪 teasing a shy felix until he accidentally confesses ◦ f+r

silly little fake text scenario

✩Kim Seungmin ✩

╰┈➤ One shots

🍪 Nothing here...yet.

╰┈➤Drabbles

a rose whose thorns made him misunderstood ◦ f ➝ 1070 · awkward! seungmin · ⤷ seungmin has sweet ways of showing you his affection, even if his antics are kind of flawed.

╰┈➤ Fake Texts

🍪 seungmin comforts an insecure reader ◦ f+a+r

✩ Yang Jeongin ✩

╰┈➤ One shots

🍪 Nothing here...yet.

╰┈➤Drabbles

🍪 Nothing here...yet.

╰┈➤ Fake Texts

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ᴍᴀʀᴋ ʟᴇᴇ ᴠꜱ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ↬ 5. tea time!

“Can you stop pacing the fucking room like you’re getting ready for the damn fitness gram pacer test?” Ten drawled from the bed in their tiny shared apartment, one leg dangling off the edge. He gave Mark a pointed look, “If you’re this obsessed with her, maybe it’s time to dump your fake high school girlfriend, don’t you think?”

Mark kept pacing, barely registering Ten’s words. His mind was tangled up in thoughts of you, spinning faster with each step. “I’ve never been so sure about anything…” he mumbled, almost to himself.

Ten sighed, tilting his head back dramatically. “Yeah, then you should break up with your fake high school girlfriend,” he repeated, louder this time.

Mark only half-heard, his brow furrowing in confusion. “What was that?”

Throwing his hands up in surrender, Ten slouched back onto the bed. Clearly, Mark was in too deep to hear reason. Ten picked up his phone, his fingers tapping out a quick message to the one person who might snap his roommate out of whatever the hell this was.

Moments later, Mark’s phone buzzed with an incoming call. He barely had time to check the screen before his sister’s voice pierced the air.

“Are you seriously thinking about juggling two girls?” Chuu’s voice was a mix of disbelief and exasperation, loud enough to make Mark wince.

“Not even!” Mark groaned, rubbing a hand over his face. “It’s not like that!”

“Well, then you should break up with your fake high school girlfriend,” Chuu echoed Ten’s advice, hoping to hammer the point home.

Mark’s pacing faltered. “Wait—how did you even know about that?” 

“Ten told me, obviously,” she replied, as if the answer couldn’t be more obvious.

Mark turned to his roommate, sprawled out on the bed, already knocked out cold with his phone still clutched loosely in his hand. “He’s not even conscious!” he exclaimed, eyes widening in disbelief.

“Whatever,” Chuu said breezily. “Anyway, you of all people should know what it’s like to get cheated on.”

“Don’t remind me,” Mark muttered darkly, the memory making his jaw tighten. “And shouldn’t you be working right now?”

Chuu’s tone suddenly brightened, as if she’d just remembered something important. “Oh, shoot! You’re right. I’ll text you later. And Mark—try not to do anything dumb, okay?”

Before he could respond, the line went dead, leaving Mark standing there, phone in hand, and the weight of Chuu’s words lingering in the room.

Too bad Mark had a date in a few minutes, leaving him with little time to care about anything else. 

He glanced at his phone, hoping to see your name lighting up the screen. But instead, a message from an unknown number greeted him. Frowning, he opened it and began to read aloud, “Dear Mr. Lee, it has come to my attention that we will be fighting soon. My name is Park Jisung, and I’m ‘blah blah blah,’ fair warning, ‘blah blah blah,’ yada yada…” He trailed off, already bored, and rolled his eyes. “This is boring! Delete!”

With a dismissive tap, he hit "Delete." Mark had more pressing matters, like his date with you—the real priority for the evening.

Pocketing his phone, he grabbed his jacket and headed for the door, a grin spreading across his face. Tonight was going to be the best night of his life, and no random text was about to ruin it. 

—

Mark spotted you at the top of the stairs, your silhouette outlined against the fading twilight. “Why are you just standing there?” he called out, his breath puffing in the cold air.

You glanced back, “Dude, I’m totally waiting on you.” You checked the time pointedly. “Five minutes late.”

Mark winced, glancing at his own watch as if to confirm the accusation. “Sorry, I just figured you were too cool to be on time,” he said, his tone apologetic.

“Well. You assumed wrong.” There was a hint of amusement in your eyes, and your tone was almost mocking.

As you both began making your way down the winding park pathways, the crunch of snow beneath your boots filled the silence. The chill seemed to seep through your jackets, each gust of wind sending a shiver down your spines.

“So, how’d you end up in Toronto?” Mark asked, his voice casual but his curiosity hard to disguise.

You shrugged, exhaling a cloud of steam into the frigid air. “Just needed to escape, I guess.”

“Oh yeah?” Mark repeated, his interest piqued despite his efforts to sound nonchalant. 

You hesitated, then continued as though you hadn’t heard the question. “Chenle always said Toronto was one of the great cities, so…” Your words trailed off, as if there was more left unsaid.

Mark's brow furrowed as he stole a glance at you. The way you looked ahead, your eyes distant and thoughtful, made him wonder what exactly you were running from—or who. “Is Chenle… Is he your boyfriend?”

You turned your gaze into the distance, unsure of what to say, “He’s… a friend,” you said carefully.

Mark couldn't help but press further. “Was he your boyfriend?”

You stiffened slightly, your breath hanging in the air as you weighed your response. “Do you mind if we don’t get into that right now?”

Mark scoffed lightly, but the forced chuckle at the end was a bit too loud, a bit too strained. “Yeah, no, totally. I mean, it’s not like I’m dying to know or anything,” he said, trying to sound indifferent. “So not interesting to me.”

The two of you decide to sit on some swings. You kicked at the snow with your boots, and Mark glanced at you before the inevitable question came up. “So, what about you? What do you do?” you asked, genuine curiosity in your voice.

Mark winced internally. That was exactly the topic he’d hoped to avoid. “I’m… between jobs,” he said, trying to sound nonchalant.

You tilted your head, eyebrows raised. “Between what and what?”

He chuckled, a bit sheepishly. “My last job’s a long story... filled with a lot of sighs.”

You nodded, your gaze drifting upward towards the sky once again. “I know plenty of those,” you murmured, seemingly nostalgic.

“Is that why you left California?” Mark asked, his tone softening, as if careful not to push too hard.

“Pretty much,” you replied, shrugging. “It was time for a change, somewhere a little more… chilled.”

Mark laughed, gesturing to the snow swirling around them. “Well, it’s certainly chilled here.”

You smiled, a genuine one this time, and the look in your eyes seemed to soften a little. “Yeah, I guess so,” you said, and for a moment, the distance between you seemed to shrink.

Mark wasn’t sure what came over him, but before he could stop himself, he blurted out, “I’m totally obsessed with you.”

The words hung in the air, escaping his lips faster than he could reel them back in. His eyes widened, and he gripped the chains of the swing, unsure if he should backtrack or just jump into the snow and disappear. But you thankfully respond before he could backtrack, “I didn’t mean to get you obsessed.”

“Well, I just haven’t been obsessed with a girl for a long time. It’s... weird,” he admitted.

“That’s probably because you sleep with a guy.” 

Mark blinked. Wait… What?

You grinned, clearly enjoying his reaction. “I mean, I was guessing based on your apartment situation, but you totally do, don’t you?”

His hands flew up defensively, trying to defend himself from the homosexual allegations probably running through your head. “Whoa, no, it’s not like that! We’re just poor, okay? We can’t afford two beds! We’re not—well, actually, Ten is... he’s pretty gay.” The words tumbled out faster than he could organize them, his face reddening as he stumbled over his explanation.

You burst into genuine laughter, doubling over as the sound echoed in the crisp night air. “Relax, dude. I believe you. Trust me, you’re way too desperate to be gay.”

Mark ran a hand through his hair, shaking his head. “I feel so stupid right now.”

“Aw, don’t worry,” you teased, hopping off your swing and extending a hand toward him. “You’re probably not that stupid.”

Mark accepted your hand, letting you pull him to his feet as he tried to muster some dignity. “I’m mostly… stupid,” he confessed, his smile sheepish.

“Well, you’re definitely stupid if you want to go out with me,” you said, turning to continue down the path with a sly grin.

Mark nodded, falling into step beside you. “Exactly, yeah.”

The snowfall seemed to get heavier with each step, “This is ridiculous,” you muttered, brushing a layer of snow off your shoulders. “Isn’t it, like, April?”

Mark let out a weary sigh. “That’s Toronto for you. One minute, it’s spring, and the next, it’s a snowstorm. I can barely even see you anymore,” he added, squinting through the white haze. “This whole thing is turning into a disaster.”

You shrugged, glancing over your shoulder at him. “I’d say ‘act of God’ is a pretty solid excuse for a lousy date.”

Mark’s ears perked up at that, a grin tugging at his lips. “So, this is a ‘date,’ huh?” 

You spun around to face him, your expression playful. “Did I say ‘date’? Must’ve been a slip of the tongue.”

“Tongue…” Mark echoed absentmindedly, his brain short-circuiting on that word for a beat too long.

You raised an eyebrow at him, amused. “Anyway,” you continued, letting him off the hook, “the night’s not over yet. Wanna come over for some tea? I promise it’s warmer than standing out here.”

Mark’s breath hitched slightly, a mix of surprise and anticipation. “Sure?” he replied, trying to sound casual.

—

“What kind of tea do you want?” 

Mark looked at you as you began slipping out of your coat and draping it over the back of a chair. The warmth of the apartment was a stark contrast to the biting cold outside, but Mark was still shivering slightly as he sat at the dining table, rubbing his hands together for warmth. “There’s more than one kind?” 

You walked over to the pantry and began scanning the rows of tea, listing them off with an exaggerated singsong voice. “Let’s see… we have blueberry, raspberry, ginseng, sleepytime, green tea, green tea with lemon, green tea with lemon and honey, liver disaster—”

“Liver disaster?” Mark interrupted, a skeptical look forming on his face.

You continued ignoring his question, “Ginger with honey, ginger without honey, vanilla almond, white truffle, blueberry chamomile, vanilla walnut, constant comment, and Earl Grey,”. You reached for a blueish-gray tin. “I’m going with sleepytime.”

Mark chuckled, “Did you make some of those up? ‘Liver disaster’ doesn’t exactly sound like a best-seller.”

You shot him a playful look over your shoulder. “You’d be surprised. Some people really need it.”

“I’ll have sleepytime, too,” As you measured out the tea leaves, the soothing aroma began to fill the room, but Mark still felt chilly.

“Let me get you a blanket.” You say after placing down two mugs of warm tea down on the table. 

“That would be actually… really awesome.”

Author’s Note: author went insane writing this next bit so don’t take it seriously but also take it seriously at the same time because it’s the plot I was just in a goofy mood while writing.

You’d only been out of the room for a few minutes when Mark’s curiosity—or impatience—got the better of him. Everyone say it with me now: What the fuck, Mark. But hey, Mark did it anyway. He wandered upstairs, hands shoved in his pockets.

As he reached the landing, he noticed a half-open door and peeked in. And, wow, shocker—guess what he saw? There you were, standing in front of your closet, wearing just a bra and a skirt.

“Uh, dude, I’m changing?” You turned to look at him, not embarrassed or flustered, just visibly annoyed by the intrusion.

Mark's brain short-circuited for a second before he slapped a hand over his eyes. “Sorry, I’m just… cold!” he blurted out, as if that somehow justified his sudden appearance upstairs.

Let’s be real here: What did he expect? Really not entirely sure guys, I’m just the narrator here. But don’t worry, folks, Mark’s got morals. He kept his hand firmly over his eyes, not daring to peek. 

“Here, does this help?” Your voice was suddenly much closer than before, soft and warm in the dimly lit room.

Mark’s eyes fluttered open to find you wrapping your arms around him, pulling him into a hug. “That’s… very warm,” he mumbled, his breath hitching at the unexpected closeness. “What is that?”

“It’s me, obviously,” you teased, but your tone was gentler than before. 

“Ohhh…kaaayyy” The two of you stood there, inches apart, and something shifted in the air between you. The moment stretched, and then, without overthinking it, Mark leaned in, closing the distance in one swift motion as your lips met in a slow, heated kiss.

For a few seconds, the rest of the world disappeared, replaced only by the warmth and the taste of each other. When you finally broke apart, Mark felt like he was in heaven.

“Were you… just planning to bring a blanket from your bed?” He asked, glancing at the blanket thrown across your bed. 

“I guess…” You replied, extremely casually.

“Maybe… maybe we should both get under it,” He suggested, his eyes searching yours. “Since, you know, we’re still so cold.”

You swallowed hard, feeling a mixture of anticipation and disbelief. “Well… what about our tea?”

“I can… skip the tea,” he whispered, his eyes still captivating your own.

And just like that, the room seemed even warmer than before.

Even though the atmosphere was perfect and the two of you were tangled up on the bed in what Mark could only describe as the most amazing makeout session of his life, everything came to a sudden halt when you pulled away, sitting up, breaking the flow.

“I changed my mind,” you said, your tone calm but firm.

Mark blinked, his breath still a little uneven. “Changed it to what? From what?”

You lay back on the bed, turning onto your side and gazing up at the ceiling. “I don’t want to have sex with you, Lee. Not right now.”

“Oh… okay,” Mark replied, his mind racing to catch up with the sudden shift.

“It’s not like I’m gonna send you home in a snowstorm,” you added, curling up closer to him. “You can stay. Sleep in my bed, even. And just so you know, I reserve the right to change my mind about the sex later.”

He took a moment to process the situation, letting out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding. It wasn’t what he expected, but as he glanced over at you, a wave of relief and contentment washed over him. After all, here he was, lying in bed with someone who an hour ago seemed completely out of reach.

“This is cool,” he said, a smile tugging at his lips. “Just this. It’s been a really long time since… well, since anything like this. I think I needed it. Whatever ‘this’ is. So, thanks.”

You turned your head toward him, a soft smile lighting up your face. “You’re welcome.”

—

“I have to work.”

Mark was jolted awake, blinking against the morning light as he saw you standing by the bathroom door, wrapped in a towel. His heart skipped a beat in relief—you were still here. “Work?” he echoed, his voice groggy.

“You have to leave,” you repeated, already moving across the room to gather your things.

Moments later, the two of you were dressed and out the door. You tossed on a pair of roller skates, gliding effortlessly toward the front gate with Mark walking alongside you. The sight was almost surreal—here you were, rolling away, while he stumbled through the fog of his half-awake thoughts.

“Hey,” he called out, jogging a few steps to catch up. “Can this not be a one-night stand? For one thing, I didn’t even get any—” He stopped himself when he noticed the look you shot him. “Kidding! That was a joke. Totally a joke.”

You raised an eyebrow, the faintest hint of a smirk on your lips. “What exactly did you have in mind?”

“Uh…” Mark hesitated, trying to come up with something. Then it hit him. “Come to the first round of this battle of the bands thing,” he said, sounding more confident than he felt.

You looked at him, unimpressed. “You have a band?”

“Yeah, we’re… terrible. Please come.”

You lingered at the gate for a moment, considering it. Then you gave a small nod. “We’ll see,” you replied, skating off down the sidewalk with a casual wave over your shoulder.

Mark watched you glide away, a goofy grin spreading across his face despite the early morning chill. It wasn’t a yes, but it wasn’t a no, either—and that was more than enough for him.

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SUMMARY ↬ mark has never wanted anything in his life. the lead bassist for 'dream on', unemployed, and quite literally a loser, mark expects he's hit rock bottom from here. that is until you, the girl of his dreams quite literally skates out of his dreams and into his life. mark has never wanted anything more. but is love really worth the emotional baggage when you have seven evil exes, who each possess superpowers and are intent on defeating him?

GENRES ↬ social media au (smau), fluff, angst, drama, fantasy au, band au, scott pilgrim au, explicit(?), gay people (ten) help mark find true love

AUTHOR'S NOTE ↬ god mark lee. writing this version of him makes me wanna kms. HE IS SUCH AN ASSHOLE BUT ALSO... loser mark... he really has my heart too. poor haneul though. dw guys y/n is also a red flag that's why they're perfect for each other. was also gonna add music for this chapter, i'll add it later i was too lazy.

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Is she aroace?

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(Requester asked for whole Forger family, I will split Yor and Loid in two separate polls, Anya feels too young to include)

Reasoning under the cut due to lenght!

The entire premise of the show kicks off because Yor didn't realize that dating was something she was expected to do and had to get into a fake relationship to cover her ass. Many fans run along with this and act like the use of that trope means that she and the other guy must Fall In Love For Real eventually, but Loid/Twilight literally thinks that at one point and brings it up in the show, asking if she's attracted to him and wants to legit become a couple, and Yor's response is to freak out at his misinterpretation and kick him in the head. She cares deeply for the Forger family, as does Twilight, but it's never shown in a romantic/sexual light for either of them. (Funnily enough, the same goes for Anya, who doesn't understand her peers' interest in romance and/or why Damian acts the way he does around her because of his crush. Aroace family baby.)

There's so much sincerity in how their relationship is written and it feels so reductive that people are like "oh yeah, it's because they're Totally Dating :TM:" in a way that goes blatantly against the text just because they care more about shipping than the story. Yor has so many worries about the ways she doesn't fit society's idea of "normal", trying her best to live up to what she sees as her role in the family - and her family isn't normal! It isn't! They're a spy and an assassin and a psychic, who all have identities that the rest of the world can't know. But it's never considered a negative thing by the narrative, and in fact much of the theme of Spy x Family relates to how they make it work and have something precious between themselves anyway. She's a wonderful character, and I just. Have FEELINGS about this cast. Argh. We stan the silly aspecs forever.

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We're on to the penultimate ep of Peaceful Property and to distract myself from the show ending (and the general shitshow that's going on in the world) I'm focusing as always on the clothes.

I knew Peach was going to be wearing the "What if I block you in real life" t-shirt (also worn in Dirty Laundry and [of course] Only Friends) from the trailer at the end of last week's ep (and aptly during their fake argument as well!)

But I was wholly unexpecting THE linin shirt of Jul - Oct 2023 to make a reappearance (especially since Mew wore both the above t-shirt and the linin shirt at the same time in OF). This grey short-sleeved version was also worn in Be My Favourite and Wedding Plan

But in case you didn't know, there is also a brown short-sleeved version...

And a cream/beige long-sleeved version

In addition, this ep we also got two new items to the communal wardrobe. The first worn by our resident hand-me-downer Somkid, and also worn in (yep, you guessed it) Only Friends

And the second worn by Peach, which also appeared in, surprisingly, Vice Versa and UMG

And now for a bit of a throwback because in my search for the above yellow and navy shirt in my screenshots, I discovered another one all the way back in ep 6 which was also worn in Last Twilight - the text reads "I know I am incoherent".

We're now up to 32 items of clothing on the communal wardrobe which have been worn in Peaceful property - sadly nowhere near the 71 that Only Friends (currently) has, and with only one ep to go it probably won't climb into second place either to beat Last twilight (with 46). But it is currently in joint third place with The Trainee. Not surprising really, since it's the same costume designer on all four!

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Twilight: Some Soulmate - Chapter Sixteen

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Description: Y/N a member of the Cullen family is imprinted on by one of the wolves, she is shocked, he is shocked. She is struggling with drinking animal blood over human, and he is disgusted by a vampire for a soulmate… But maybe it could work..?

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Suggestive themes in this chapter

Words: 1,038

We reached my home in record time, my family plus Jacob were gathered all in one room, worried looks all over their faces. I frowned and walked in, Nessie was held securely by Bella. I wandered over to Carlisle, he wrapped his arm around my shoulder and held onto me tight. 

"We've decided to ask our friends, from all over to come here" Edward explained. 

"To fight?" I asked, shocked. 

"No, not to fight, to stand as witnesses" Esme spoke. I nodded and frowned, I looked over at Paul, he was visibly uncomfortable, I walked to him and placed a hand on his arm. I felt the love he felt for me warm through my entire body. 

"How many vampires we talking?" He asks, his voice gruff. 

"A fair few, I'll be speaking to Sam later this evening" Jacob spoke firmly to Paul. Even now with everyone one getting along, the two were cold to one another. 

"I'll come with you" Paul said, Jacob nodded and started to leave the room, Paul kissed my cheek softly and left with Jacob. I felt cold when he wasn't with me, it was horrible. I had felt cold for so many years. 

"Do you need me to seek anyone out?" I asked.

"Y/N, I'm not sure going out into the world is a good idea, what if you have another slip up?" Jasper asks, I frown, feeling hurt. 

"I haven't had a slip up in a long time, and the last time we were at another vampire's house" I answered, probably more stern and harsh than I should of been. 

"Jasper didn't mean it like that, we all have people we're going to see, so having you stay here to welcome our friends would be wonderful" Esme smiled, coming over to hug me. I hugged her back and stepped away needing some time alone. I left the room and headed to my bedroom, I know Jasper didn't mean any harm, but it doesn't stop it was hurting less. 

I decided to run myself a bath, full with rose petals, bath bombs, the works. I grabbed a bottle of win from the stash I keep in the bathroom cupboard, I climb into the bath and sigh heavily, taking a long swig of the wine. I was enjoying the bath, it was steamy, and the water felt silky on my skin. I had drunk over half of the bottle, not feeling a buzz, feeling sad about that. Grinning wickedly to myself, I thought of something. 

I pulled my phone out and brought up my texts with Paul...

'guess what im doing'

I waited a few seconds for his response, I didn't think I would get a reply, knowing he was busy talking to the pack. 

'whats that love?'

I smirked to myself, taking a long drink of the wine, finishing the bottle of. 

'having a long, relaxing bath'

'oh really?' He responded almost instantly. 

'yeah, wish you were here ;)'

'oh darling, you sure you wanna start this?'

I definitely did, I really did... I had forgotten about all the sadness from earlier. I pulled up the camera app in my phone, and took a picture of my legs, the water and petals keeping me teasingly decent. Paul didn't text me back for a few minutes, 13 minutes to be exact. I fornwed thinking I took my little teasing game too far, but then my phone started to ring, and his face was on the caller ID. 

"Hello darling..." His voice purred through my phone. 

"Hi" I almost squeaked. 

"You still in that bath?" He asked. 

I nodded and then realised he couldn't actually see me nod. "Yes"

"You're such a naughty girl" He whispers through the phone, I smirk, feeling my body heat up. It surprised me, even over the phone this man still had that effect over me. 

"Me? Never?" I faked a sweet innocent voice. 

"Oh, you definitely are, if only I was there" He said, I could hear the grin in his voice. It was teasing me. 

"What would you do Paulie?" I ask, smirking and idly playing with the bubbles. 

"Are you sure you want me to tell you?" He purrs. 

"Please" I almost squeak. 

"Firstly, I let use my hands" He started to speak, he paused for just a second, to fully tease me I think. "I'd start relaxing you first, rubbing your shoulders gently" Not exactly what I was expecting him to say.

"Yeah?" I asked. 

"And slowly I'd run my hands down towards your chest" He whispered, his voice sounding like pure chocolate, he was luring me into the most perfect of feelings. I let my hand fall to my chest, ready to copy exactly what he says he wants to do to me. 

"I can't tell if you like this" He chuckles, I suppose usually my breath would hitch?

"Sorry, yes I like it, so much" I answer maybe too enthusiastically.

"Good girl" He purrs "Next I would start kissing your neck, I love kissing you neck, god!"

"Are you enjoying yourself?" I asked giggling. 

"Shut up" He answers, laughing loudly. 

"Can both of you shut up?" I suddenly hear yelled through my house. 

"Oh my god, did you hear that?" I laughed embarrassedly.  

"Yes, who was that?" Paul asked.

"Emmett, I'm going to kill him" I sneer. 

"I'm sorry love, we can maybe continue this next week? I have a free house" Paul suggests. 

"Yeah?"

"I even have a bath you can use" He chuckles. 

"Perfect, love you" I say softly in the phone. 

"Love you too sweet" 

I hang the phone up and climb out of the bath, grabbing a pink towel I dried myself off and threw some clothes on. Still a little mad I left my room and found everyone in the sitting room. 

"Oh god, did you all hear?" I groaned. 

"Not Nessie, I took her for a walk" Rose answers smiling knowingly at me. 

"Sorry I guess" I smiled nervously and sat myself next to Esme. I snuggled close to her and she wrapped an arm around me. 

Tonight none of us thought of the potential war. We spent the evening relaxing and laughing. And it was perfect. 

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[Image description: A digital greyscale drawing of Loid and Yor Forger standing near each other. Their blue and red eyes respectively are the only colored element. Loid is looking at Yor uncomfortably, like he's drawing a blank. Yor looks up at him expectantly, cutting off some thought she was talking about.

Text pointing to Loid: Can't think of anything to say that he hasn't used insincerely

Text pointing to Yor: Is 99% sure Twilight and 'Fiona' are a super-spy power couple and wants to be friends with her.

Yor: Sorry, was there something you wanted to tell me?

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shit fuck i used all my other nice things to say on other missions where i had to fake-date a woman and now it all sounds fake, dammit

post reveal i need yor to try and win fiona over

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[ID: Same image, but a small, semi-transparent Anya and Bond sit far in the background.

Anya: Flirting??

Bond: Borf?

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I'm the anon who was talking about Midnight Sun (Did I call is Midnight Dawn?? What the fuck was that about??) and also?? All the descriptions about Jasper looking scary and fighting and monstrous are SO good to me because??? That's easy to forget when he's constantly following after Alice like a lapdog and sighing at his sibling's antics and playing five different literal games of chess with Emmett. Thinking about his haunted gaze and his air of violence and his body covered in glittering bite scars, a harbinger of death, and I suddenly remember.... oh. he's actually the most deadly person other than the Volturi that the books/movie has introduced to my knowledge (which, I told you in my previous ask, is very slim, but most of my info comes from compulsive wiki walks and fandom deep dives). Imagine having a literal monster in your home and getting used to that. Imagine the look on everybody else's faces when they see him and realize that they're staring their death in the face, looking at the most dangerous thing they've ever encountered

well what's funny about the view we get of the twilight universe, and the vampire world as a whole, is that it is so limited. bella, our main narrator, knows so little and is only able to provide us with information about the vampire world with the information she gleans from the cullens. this is mainly via edward, who is notorious for not wanting to tell her jack shit, even when the information is pertinent to her survival 🙄 but even when we're in edward's head in midnight sun, it's SO clear that he (and most of the cullens, minus jalice) are so sheltered from the rest of the vampire world!! which makes for a lot of fun opportunities as far as ~learning about the rest of this cool world~ goes! opportunities that smeyer is seemingly content to ignore in favor of some boring af happily ever after nonsense

and I love love love loooooove the scene in breaking dawn where bella wakes up and nearly shits her pants when she takes a good look at jasper through her new special vampire eyes!! youre right bella! those scars ARE a lighted billboard that scream DANGEROUS!! he IS completely mangled and freaky looking!!! I know why it wasn't kept in the movie but every day I mourn that scene 💔 I'll simply have to be content with the fact that jasper was targeted by the volturi first in the fake-out vision scene at the end of breaking dawn part 2 🤩 why yes, that's a crumb I'll desperately lick off the plate, thank you.

but this is what's so fun about twilight canon!! because you could absolutely take the small glimpse we get into the vampire universe via the books/movies and be like, damn yeah, jasper sure is their emotional support rehabilitated rabid animal! and yes it is absolutely sexy of him to be described as so incredibly mangled and dangerous and frightening 🥵🤤 but that's what is so fun about fanfiction and having headcanons, because that's something that you can explore!

because he might be as dangerous as twilight leads us to believe! it sure is backed up in the text! but it might just be because the cullens are sheltered little freaks who don't act like normal vampires; so it could just be in contrast to the cullens! for all we know aro is just like "yeah we got about 10 of those little blonde bitches at home" and doesn't see jasper as all that impressive. but you're right when you think about how FUN it is to imagine that he is that dangerous!!

like imagine for a second that you're an old friend of carlisle's coming to visit and just hoping he's not dead from either his diet or from a bored nomad or two and "aw how nice! he has a mate and a family now and—oh my good fucking god what is this nope we gotta go we gotta leave because now he has a guard dog and it is wearing the evidence that it bites—"

its good fucking food your honor 🤩

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OCTOBER PROMPTS 🎃 — 8. Hector

A/N: the way I always had something in the drafts to write for my beloved man like back during the summer time. The universe had other plans and what better time than to revisit this episode on Halloween! I think this is my first time ever writing on the day of this superior season?! Happy Halloween people 🧡 🪄

WARNINGS: language + hints of sexual tension 😅

PROMPT is from HERE + I’m using: “I love you, I swear I do but we’re not wearing matching costumes.”

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[~October. 2000’s~]

Oh the wonders of being a big time celebrity during the month of Halloween. That’s right, a whole entire month! Which felt like so because you were constantly in the limelight with people not only dissecting your love life but also your roles which consisted of either being the lead scream queen in a thriller series, supporting actress in horror movies, and also being the star drummer (on some Sheila E shit!) and backup singer of a Alt-Pop girl band on the side.

So yes, you stayed busy and were worth talking about.

“Whatever you decide to be this year has to be big. I mean Destiny’s child, Britney Spears, Zac and Vanessa, and Halle Berry are all gonna be here at your party this year.” Your manager/publicist ranted as she paced the floor in your open concept closet.

You’re lounging on your studded chaise lounge chair, texting away on your blackberry while chewing on some gum, half listening, “Halle’s my god-mom, of course she will be here to support but who else is on this list exactly?”

“I invited pretty much everyone, the hottest stars even those who may or may be in your age range. It doesn’t matter! As long as you get good pics that brings fresh press.” Natania voiced as she began flipping through a notepad.

You hum knowing the deal, considering you’ve been in the limelight since you were fourteen so this was not anything entirely new. “I’ve got the perfect outfit for Hector and I.”

Natania glances up from writing, “funny you mention him after I say press.”

“Him has a name and who also happens to be my boyfriend?”

“Don’t remind me,” Natania mutters, “and just to think you could still be with Taylor Lautner right now. His stats are only climbing after ‘Breaking Dawn Part I,’ dropped and I can only imagine how much more attention he’s gonna get.”

Shrugging your shoulders you say, “I’ve got more than enough attention with and without a guy by my side. It was fun while it lasted but as soon as he booked the role for twilight, the distance just grew. It was all only a matter of time.”

At sixteen and seventeen years old you got into a relationship, naturally with who everyone may know as Jacob Black but he was just Taylor to you. You met way back in a martial arts class that your uncle actually taught but you didn’t end up sticking with it thanks to a tv series you booked. You met again not long after at a audition for “Sharkboy and LavaGirl.”

“Well the both of you could have at least faked it for a little!” Natania almost stomped her feet before sighing, “I mean Taylor still talks highly about you although you decided to pick a old paparazzi instead as your new fling.”

“I wouldn’t expect him to say anything less,” you blinked, “wasn’t a bad break up anyway and I don’t pay you to make judgements on who I date. I pay for you to manage my career, not my personal life, sooo mind yours.”

Natania rolled her eyes beneath her glasses, “whatever, you’re right. I’m just saying you could have done better. There’s just something off about him—Hector and not the whole follow people like you around for cash either.”

“Nat!” You hissed, “shut up already, hector’s coming over, he’s gonna be at that party with me and that’s that. When’s the stylist coming over?”

Natania puts on a forced smile and glances at the watch on her wrist, “in about a hour.”

“Great! Hector says he’ll be here in fifteen so that gives us a little down time. You can let yourself out whenever you’re ready.” You state laying back to rest your eyes.

You’ve been up since six thirty this morning doing a extreme workout routine you didn’t like with a trainer who took it too seriously. You were more of a cardio person than juggling ropes, jumping and squatting, and flipping over tires.

Soon the door bell rings and you pry one eye open to see the monitor by the door glowing, making you aware who it could be. Groaning you took your time getting closer to the screen, seeing no one there. Shrugging to yourself, you plopped down on the lounge just as your closet door budged open revealing your stylist and no other than your boyfriend, Hector.

Lounging on your elbows you smile and wave at the two.

“No, please. Don’t get up, I got it.” Your stylist wheeled in a rack while you laughed at the usual sarcasm.

“Hey, baby.” You craned your neck to meet Hector’s lips as he leaned over you in greeting before sitting next to you, “what happened to fifteen minutes?”

Hector laughs, rubbing at the back of his neck, knowing that he was late, “traffic? Even on my bike and Hunger…”

You hum at this.

“Just burgers.” Hector whispers as you shrug your shoulders.

You knew what it was like, actually dating someone in the supernatural world. It could always go one or two ways and of course there were heavy rumors surrounding Hector since he was there at the time of Mazey Day’s death. He should have been dead—especially with the amount of damage done to his body, you knew what he and Bo were up to and the pictures Bo showed you was not something you would forget.

However Hector was meant to live and see it through…and he did with the help of your family.

They got to him first.

That’s right, a long history of, “werewolf or wolf training,” depending on which form. You had more experience with simply wolfs while the higher skilled like your parents and siblings dealt with the werewolf’s. Due to your involvement with the spotlight you didn’t have much time for…family activities but you weren’t completely clueless.

If you were able to get to Mazey Day in time, perhaps things could have been different. No one really knew and some still didnt accept what it was.

Werewolves were fucking real and you so happened to be dating one.

“Soooo,” you drag pushing yourself up once more to face Hector with a tired smile, “I’ve got an idea of what we should be for Halloween.”

“Aw but you didn’t see what Freddie brought yet.”

“Oh it’s in there alright,” you push off the chair to head over to Freddie who has measuring tape draped over his shoulders.

You do the honors of taking the protective cover off the clothes and run your fingers over the various fabrics, “we have DoubleDare contestants from the 90s, or you can be Cupid and I’ll be a large fuzzy heart, or my personal fav: little red riding hood and her werewolf of a grandmother.”

Hector blinks after briefly studying the costumes and says, “I love you, I swear I do but we’re not wearing matching costumes.”

“Uh oh,” Freddie mutters while you frown at the curly haired man.

“And why the hell not? The last option is the best one.”

“I get that one,” Hector replies with a knowing look in his dark eyes, “but don’t you think it’s a little…corny?”

“We’re supposed to be corny! You’re my boyfriend and I’m your girl.” Digging your fists into your hips and peer at Hector who snorts.

“Yeah but—

“At least try it on! I mean if we’re gonna be at my party together shouldn’t we at least match?”

Hector lightly grips your wrist to pull you from Freddie’s ear shot, “it’s gonna be a full moon that night.”

“Even better.”

“For who? Not me.”

“It’s been a year already,” you slip your hand down to squeeze his, “you’re gonna be fine.”

“That’s not what your mom believes.” Hector’s shoulders almost slump, which irritates you, the fact that your mother was always getting into his head was not something foreign to you but when she started to do it to people you cared about, that’s when it became a problem.

“Newsflash, she doesn’t know everything like she claims.”

“I mean I should listen to her since…”

“Since she’s more skilled than me? Ah alright well I get it. Look, I’m not gonna peer pressure you. I just know I wouldn’t have you here if I didn’t think you could handle it. We’d take all the proper precautions a few days before just like I planned but if you really don’t feel comfortable…we’ll just make sure to take the pictures in advance and we’ll go from there.”

Hector studies you then. He knew that it was hard to be around each other sometimes whenever the moon shifted. He was thankful he got another chance at life…sure but life just become a whole lot more difficult now with this new lifestyle and being legit involved with someone in the public eye. No doubt he’s thought about it before but never pictured it happening and Bo also told him it was a bad idea after figuring out that he basically resurrected and could transform into a hairy ass creature!

You lived one way and he lived another, there were contrasts to you just like the sun and the moon, the pair of you worked taking turns to let the other breathe separately. Space was efficient when it came to your relationship but when you were together? That opened up a whole new feeling. A scary one. He wasn’t sure if this relationship would be long term but he had the chance to see you for what you are beyond the lights and that was a treat in itself.

He exhales, lifting a hand to cup the side of your face, “…let’s try these costumes on then.”

And you squeal, hopping into his arms and he holds onto you as you lock your legs around his hips, his beaming smile meeting yours as you peck all along his handsome face.

“We look foolish,” Hector comments as he readjusts the gingham hat on top of his head while you stand side by side in a full length mirror.

You laugh as you wrap your arms around the curly haired man in the floral green nightgown, “correction: we look fine as hell.”

“Fine enough to where I don’t need to spend two hours sitting in a chair having ass cramps and getting wolf prosthetics on?” Hector slips on his circular glasses and peeks over them at your reflection.

Red was certainly your color.

You snort, “you could always let the moon do it’s thing.”

“That’s not even funny.”

Pressing your chin against the back of his shoulder you say, “Wanna give me a little snarl or something?”

Hector sends you a pointed look as you trail one hand up to twist one of his damp curls, “Oh Granny, what pretty curls you have.”

“All the better for you to tug my dear,” Hector begins to play along.

A smirk makes its way onto your red painted lips, “Oh granny, what a beautiful face you have.”

“All the better for you to,” Hector starts before quickly twisting his body to yank you tight against his body, “sit on.”

You see the specs of ember swirling in Hector’s ink eyes now and you know you were pushing it as the length of his nails began to poke at the fabric of your red hood.

He then places a open mouthed kiss to your beating throat, “you didn’t say anything about my teeth.”

Standing up some with your hands locked around his neck now, you lean just a bit closer so that your forehead presses against Hector’s; you reply just as some knocks sounded at your closet door, “Now that’s satire.”

Hector let’s out a small laugh as you untangle yourself from his grasp to get the door, making a show of pointing the makeup artists in his direction only.

With your confidence in him and against the full moon, Hector can’t help but to shrug his shoulders and take a seat peeking at the face he got used to over the years. Somehow even this skin felt different and not just the scars embedded.

He just hoped you were right but knew he wouldn’t hear the end of it.

Well…here’s to a new change of course for Halloween! That might actually be terrifying but as long as he had you on his team, his doubts and speculations from outsiders—which he used to be—didn’t seem to matter as much anymore.

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Finally bought a copy of Midnight Sun!!! Or as I like to call it, Twilight’s subtext as actual text because people suck at reading comprehension. Honestly, with every reread the book gets better and better. And of course, I have des notes (Part 1, since this tome is long):

I love how Edward is so obviously interested in her even before he smells her scent. That ~strange urge to step between her and Jessica’s vicious thoughts…buddy

Also love me some Arrogant!Edward, especially at the beginning—the Mr. Darcy vibes truly are impeccable, and it makes total sense for this narrative. The stupid clowns and anti fans hate it, but it is absolutely essential to his character arc towards humility/self-acceptance. It’s called character development, bitch

Edward: “She is an ordinary human girl, nothing special, she isn’t even pretty” Also Edward literally the second time he sees her: “She has oddly deep brown eyes, the color of milk chocolate, but with the clarity of strong tea, with flecks of caramel and agate green and now she is tossing her luscious mahogany hair at me and now her delicious scent is wafting like delicate perfume—” 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Clowns: “Edward doesn’t like Bella for herself, he just likes her scent!!!1!” Edward: *absolutely REFUSES to go into detail about her scent, just its effect on him* Yeah. Strange, but revealing. In Twilight he does say it’s like freesia, and Laurent says it’s “floral, somehow.” The metaphor for sexual desire and even predation is there, suggested by Edward’s obvious romantic interest, but narrative-wise Meyer firmly separates the two and even has Edward conquer his own selfish instincts in order to be together with Bella. In that framing, Bella’s scent becomes another obstacle to overcome to reach true romance, and that fact alone makes Twilight better than 90% of romances lol

I don’t think I mentioned this before, but Meyer’s Spanish is surprisingly legit so far. I’ve literally read worse Spanish by Chicano and Latino writers, without accent marks and everything. Although I must say, they always have these Spanish high school teachers insist on having the whole class speak Spanish. It’s such a cliché, but a charming one, I guess

Edward hearing about Emmett’s cantante encounter and thinking, “Yeah, no, this is worse” is such an unintended flex, imo. Homeboy really was dealing with the worst vampire thirst ever and he actually succeeded in overcoming that enough to dick her down. Kudos

Edward thinking about Bella on her wedding day to some stranger and feeling pained—boy, it’s been three days!!!!! Birds of a feather flocking together

“A word I’d never said before in the presence of a lady—” This is the line that made the antis go crazy????? That a vampire from 1901 and frozen in that state would speak and act like he was from 1901????? Antis are so damn stupid

“I liked that I’d finally guessed right. That I was beginning to understand her.” Honestly? So far Edward has been very good at reading her body language and her feelings, almost from the get-go. Some specifics and quirks elude him, and he almost completely misses her attraction to him, but almost everything Bella is feeling from Twilight he also picks up on. So the Team Jacob fans that insist that Jacob is better because he is a better reader of Bella may not have that much of an argument after all

“Like a stalker. An obsessed stalker. Like an obsessed vampire stalker.” And like Bella, Edward is iconically hilarious in the best way possible. 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Aaaaaand Alice has her Vampire!Bella vision and everyone is 😮 at Edward falling for Bella. Still wish that Edward would be in denial of his obvious feelings for a while longer, since it’s so much fun

Not antis complaining about how Midnight Sun’s added scenes on Bella’s selflessness and her friends being awful were ~retcons by Meyer…bitch, in Twilight it was clear as day her friends were fake. Normal, but fake. Angela excepted. And Bella’s kindness/self-abnegation was more than established, although there it was focused mostly on Bella’s shielding Angela from Jessica’s prying and setting up Mike/Jessica.

“Obviously the meteorite was just a metaphor for all the unlikely things that could go wrong.” Obviously, but your antis have never been the sharpest tools in the shed in terms of reading comprehension, Edward, so don’t even bother—oh, you meant yourself. Meyer definitely is doing some meta here.

“Edward…Stay.” God, I do want to see this scene dramatized in the TV show in an Edward POV flashback episode. Imagine Edward wrestling silently with his self-loathing, about to leave her room and possibly Bella for good, and then Bella speaks his name. He whirls around, shocked, and the way it’s framed the viewer almost believes she has woken up, but Bella is obviously sleeping. And telling him to stay. And Edward being all 😮 🥺 💗Beautiful…except the TV show would absolutely ruin it somehow

Edward not realizing that Bella is (obviously) turned on by him is just perfection. He is as oblivious to his own beauty as Bella is to hers and it makes for a great parallel. Only difference is he does contemplate whether Bella is attracted to him a little

“Staring at her mouth made me feel strange.” I swear, Edward is so much more naïve than Bella about anything romance. Homegirl owned her crush and acquitted herself very well all things considered. Meanwhile Edward is emotionally flailing like an angsty Kermit every single page, doing a “I wonder why?” every few seconds

“Sometimes, when he stares at me, I’d swear he’s thinking of killing me. Freak. Mike wasn’t entirely unperceptive.” 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

“She wore a deep blue blouse today” It has begun

“Bella winked?” Yes, Edward, and so did you, you fucking V tease. Both of you wink at people because you two are birds of a feather, flocking together. Two dorks, both alike in love clownery

Edward 🤝 Juliet —> “Soft perfection” & “Dear perfection” Don’t think I didn’t notice, Meyer!!!

The flirtatious waitress!!! Am enjoying her so much more this time around. Usually I like Bella’s Port Angeles chapter than Edward’s, but this shit reads great in both POVs

“Aside from my worries about her sanity, I began to feel a swelling of hope” 10/10 sentence, no notes

“She dreamed of me. I wanted to dream of her.”🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 “I could not dream of her. She should not dream of me.” 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Edward empathizing with Angela and wanting to pair her up with Ben (and succeeding!) warms the cockles of my cold, dead heart. It’s so great that his 100-year-old cold haughty shell is finally melting and giving way to the 17-year-old simp he is

“Running a house is time-consuming, and I usually had a part-time job, too, not to mention school—” Fuck anyone who hates Bella because she is ~boring, fuck them to hell and back. Homegirl was run so ragged she didn’t have time for herself, much less date. It’s a wonder she had hobbies to begin with (Edit: Aaaaaand the reason Bella hates birthdays is because her mother was shitty at giving her what she wanted and she had to pretend to like them. The fuck)

But on that note, I’m really loving all of Bella’s answers to Edward’s questions, almost easily the best part of the book, and canon-compliant with Twilight. Bella herself comes out as much more winsome, bright, and quirky through Edward’s perspective, traits that were less emphasized in her POV for obvious reasons. Even the stupid antis acknowledge that

Clown Antis: “Edward ~forced her to leave everything she wanted!1!1!!1” Literally Edward: “I realized how important it was for me to know her plans for the future. So I didn’t derail them. So I could shape this unlikely future into the best version to suit her.”

Bella being initially alarmed at Edward in the sun is possibly a retcon. In Twilight she did say the sight was “shocking,” but I thought it was mostly in a romantic way. But it does make sense lore-wise that she would think of him on fire at first. This is Edward’s POV, so he could just be assuming that is Bella’s alarm. Still, I wonder why Bella would skip over the extended “You aren’t repulsed by my flagrant lack of humanity?” exchange. I guess she took it for granted she wasn’t afraid????

Edward counting insects in the meadow etc. is just so…not really hilarious in context. The parodies made it seem like he was some neurodivergent nerd. In actual context he was just trying to distract himself from Bella’s scent.

“Better to see myself as the whole, bad and good, and work with the reality of it.” So mature and much better than anything else in this genre. Edward is growing and learning

“Regardless, I have better reflexes.” You’re (still) a whore, Edward. Nice to know that hasn’t changed.