#EVEN IF HE DOES IT IN A VERY DOUCHE BAG WAY LMAO HES SO ANNOYING AND THEY ALWAYS FIGHT WHEN HE DOES

[rosedesang]

Bellamy Kang has a very characteristic way of walking. Like a monarch in his kingdom, his head high, every ground he steps on, he owns it. It is a little different here, indeed, the Atelier is not his property and it annoys him. What annoys him? It isn't exactly Not to own the place no, it's that Allegra ( @stillresolved ) specifically built it as a rival land, her very own principality as a declaration of war against the family. For many years he considered her little fashion things - as he calls it - a "phase", insulting her of being the "rebellious one" for pure attention seeking. No one ever bet on Allegra to succeed in this or make a difference that would long last enough. Yet she did. Fine. But his pride of the size of the Mount Olympus would never make him admit it to her face. Bellamy is sensitive to Hard Work - even though Allegra provokes him, almost labeling him as a lazy heir who did nothing but use the family name and money, he is a hard worker himself. A man as young as him, if not brilliant, would have never earned the seat he has at the family's business table. He admires the ones who put in the work yes, like him. Why can't he say that to his own little sister? There is possessiveness in wanting the Kang name to stay united, like his Father would want - there is fear for the Kangs to get divided in the future due to her actions, there is selfishness in not wanting her scandalous reputation to taint the value of his own. All of it : little by little, poisoned the love Bellamy has for his little sister. Back when they were kids, many times he did defend her, protect her when she was still too small to do so herself and him, old enough to understand one thing or two about being a good big brother. Is it jealousy then? Him constantly provoking her, looking down on her : perhaps not but it crystalized in time for too long to go back to the days he fought for her well being. Funnily enough, she does not remember, again, she was too small.

"Jesus how more Ungrateful can you be. Always speaking like the masses, of course you did become one of them." He listens to her, watching the dresses in the making still pacing, he stops right in front of a box of fabric scraps, his fingers traveling along the last scrap put in, a high quality satin : Bellamy is a man who can tell the difference. An annoyed expression gains his face. "The money Father shoved into your mouth for the first 18 years of your life kept your hair shiny and your nails manicured enough for you to become a super model, don't push that speech on me, Allegra." That's where the headache starts. "You know what. I didn't even come here to fight, it's bad for my skin." He drops the piece of Satin, rolling his eyes. It might be part of the Kang blood to be a little bit of a Diva, he sometimes can be. He gains his calm back, his serious back as well. "I have heard back from the investigations after the Shangri La accident. The detective says it may have been an act of terrorism." It was no less than two weeks ago, at the Shangri La Hotel. The entire Elite of Seoul was invited for one of the most prestigious event of the year, the Kang family of course was there as well : Their father, their uncle, Allegra was there too together with Seraphina. Actually only Gaya and Bellamy were running late on that day. The night did go perfectly at first until they all got evacuated. Minutes passed and boom, the building went up in flames. The investigation happened to be a gigantic mess, missing evidence, missing information, in the press it has been declared like an accident due to a gas leak but the terrorist option has never been disregarded and was more and more speculated. The event is still fresh in everyone's mind and well, due to Allegra's voluntary exile, nobody knew if she was alright, if she was scared, if she was safe. "You are Oh so proud to have created a whole new social class for yourself but People like Us. The Elite. The sovereigns of this world : we are targets for Them." Them, the terrorists, the small people, the extremists, whoever might have been behind it all. "Not only you should be proud of the Achivements behind the Kang's name, you should know that in times like these, we must regroup." A few steps are made then, as he stands in the middle of the Atelier, his eyes now on her, hands down his suit pockets. "We increased security at the mansion, you should come back and live with us. For a time. Mother happens to be worried."

[angelinaheartshapedbox]

A Slapshot To The Heart

eren yeager x gn!reader <3

college au/smau. hockey player eren<333. musician/dancer reader.

summary: y/n l/n is a sophomore at paradis university with a scholarship in music. while taking a necessary technology course to complete their major, they meet the infamous hockey player, eren jeager. y/n does their best to avoid him, but their efforts fail as they continue to run into him everywhere. they soon find that eren isn't the douche bag every depicts him as, and grows very fond of his company.

WARNINGS: swearing, lower case intended, reader uses they/them pronouns, reader is attracted to all genders, eren is a huge himbo dork, any major trigger warnings will be given before each chapter.

this series is entirely sfw. mild suggestive themes, but nothing explicit.

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

point ten!

"yeehaw"

wordcount: 415

chapter tws: very VERY slight vomit mention

i could get up right now. i could talk to him. i could. i could go make up with jean right now. he's just across the hall. the hockey game's tonight, i have to talk to him today.

i take the deepest breath i've ever taken, gather my thoughts, and open my door to find myself in front of jean's bedroom door.

i knock softly, "are you decent?" i ask.

"sure, come in" he replied.

i turn the knob, and push the door open. i discover that my friend is a dirty, rotten liar. jean is standing in front of his bed with his pants still unbuttoned, pulling a shirt over his head.

"what's up? need a ride? or is "'ren" gonna come get you," he sarcastically says, "again."

my jaw locks at his words, he's such an ass. i roll my eyes, and sit on his bed. he walks across the room to grab something. he's not even pay attention to me.

"no. i do wanna talk about him, though" i start, he shoots me an annoyed look, "i just want you to know that your attitude is really upsetting me, and if you care about me at all you'll drop it."

jean turns towards me, "huh?"

"oh, my god, jean. eren's not going away soon, okay? i want to be happy, and i'm not gonna be if you two can't settle your weird fight."

"okay…" he moves towards the bed, sitting next to me, "i don't want you upset, obviously. and i especially don't want you to be upset because of me, so… i guess i can tolerate him."

i can't help but smile, "i literally love you, dude." i throw my arms around him. i've been mad at him for a few days, and i missed him so much.

"yeah, yeah. love you too," he murmurs, "you fucking jaeger kisser."

"jaeger kisser?!"

jean bought my breakfast after that, it was his way of apologizing i think. my first class of the day was calculus, i only took that course because my roommates insisted on it. i honestly didn't pay attention at all, which was definitely going to cause problems for me. i could only think about going to that hockey game.

eren could not have been happier. he was texting me all day about it, telling me all sorts of hockey things that i barely understood. jean talked about it all day too. it's so cute how excited they get over hockey.

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masterlist!

a/n: hi!! sorry i haven't posted in a while i had a breakdown LMAO. but i bought new clothes and got my hair done to yk that pretty much fixed everything. anyway thanks for readin<3

character info! y/n thinks men deserve flowers too. they give jean and connie flowers for special occasions all the time (connie cries).

[kirishwima]

drunk RFA+ Jihyun and ge Saeran with not drunk female MC😆

ohhh durnk RFA! i like this hehe

However, since we know Seven doesn’t drink alcohol or smoke, I’ll switch his section into eating edibles with him; so be warned there’s mentions of both alcohol and weed in this!!

YOOSUNG:

* Baby boy is a lightweight like...don’t even give him a single beer can, not even a sip of wine...MC why did you let him drink, this one’s on you

* Knowing how Yoosung gets when drunk, MC decided not to drink at all that night-they were out for dinner with the rest of the RFA, and one glass of wine turned into ordering beer after beer per Zen’s insistence lol

* By his second glass, Yoosung was a M E S S 

* MC actually had to excuse him and herself to take him home, the boy so tipsy he was leaning onto Zen, twirling his white locks of hair flirting with him, thinking it’s MC!!!

* It took a lot of strength to drag him to the car, and Seven actually had to come out and carry Yoosung as he drunkedly giggled while being princess-carried; something Seven will never ever let him live down lmao

* At home she managed to get him into bed, albeit in his day clothes, unable to get him to put on his pyjamas, simply curling up besides him as MC waited for Yoosung to fall asleep.

* He turned to her in his drunken haze, clasping her cheeks in his hands as he looked to her with a grin.

* “Youu...you are so cute! How can you be so cute and be mine? There’s-*hic*, you met pretty boy Zen and-and rich dude Jumin-but you want me! Me!”

* MC rolled her eyes, leaning close to kiss Yoosung’s cheek. “I did choose you. I love you” she whispered, making Yoosung fall into another feat of giggles. 

* “Yess-me! And I-I choose you! Like Pikachu! Chu, chu” he laughed at himself, the sound endearing and adorable all at once.

* He settled himself down after a moment, sighing as he let his eyes flutter shut.

* MC thought he was asleep, when she heard him mumble;

* “Marry her-I’m gonna marry MC...mm, then everyone will know she mine...ha”

* She smiled, curling up on his chest. She’d never admit she heard him say that, but she’d never forget it, and well, if she’s a little extra sweet and cuddly with him the next day, she’ll blame it on his cuteness.

JAEHEE:

* She doesn’t like to admit it, but she too, is a lightweight.

* She’s usually careful about how much she drinks, knowing how..well, how she tends to get when drunk, but this one night-

* MC had brought home a bottle of her favorite wine, saying they should make it a stay-at-home date night, and Jaehee couldn’t resist-between the two of them, they ended up emptying the bottle, Jaehee having just a tad more alcohol in her than she could handle.

* What MC was soon to find out, is that Jaehee is not only a very bubbly, talkative drunk, she’s also very, very handsy, a little cuddle fiend;

* Before MC knew it she was laying on the couch, Jaehee laying over her with her limbs locked on MC’s sides like a koala, talking about anything and everything, context gone in her hazy mind; from her love of Zen’s musical, to her distaste for cats, to Jumin, and how much she’d like to take that silver spoon of his and shove it-um. Anyway.

* MC giggled, letting Jaehee ramble on and on until she tired herself out, her head leaning down to fall onto MC’s chest, her hands clasped on MC’s shirt.

* “Are you sleepy?” MC teased, running her hands on Jaehee’s back.

* “Mmm” Jaehee mumbled, nuzzling her head on MC’s chest, “you-comfy. So comfy. Love you so much” she kept mumbling, the words muffled on the fabric of MC’s shirt.

* Jaehee was never this bold, and in the morning, when she woke up on the couch with MC beneath her, both of them sore from the awkward sleeping position-Jaehee would be a flustered mess, her cheeks a fiery red as she tried to recollect the scattered memories she had of the night before.

* She’d apologise profusely to MC, who’d insist there was nothing to be sorry for. 

* Just a cute sweet funny drunk really lol

ZEN:

* It takes a LOT to get this guy drunk-he’s so used to going out to bars back in his motorcycle-riding days and getting shit-faced that nowdays there’s only few kinds of alcohol that can really give him that tipsy kick.

* Well, one night he and MC were out at a bar with colleagues celebrating the end of a theatre production, when their producer brought a few bottles of some fancy smoked whiskey-Zen’s vice. 

* He loved whiskey, but rarely indulged in it, not only because there’s few situations in which whiskey would be suited, but also because honestly, it was the only type of alcohol left strong enough to get him drunk.

* He was careful at first, wanting to stay sober so he could be a proper escort to MC, but people kept pouring in his cup again once it was empty and he was too polite to say no and he kept drinking and well...this is a long-winded way to say Zen did get drunk lol

* As it turns out, drunk Zen is not too different from sober Zen-were it not for his slurred speech MC might’ve not even noticed he’s drunk.

* She only realized it when he started leaning his head on her shoulder, wrapping his arms around her waist as he looked to her with a big exaggerated pout, his bottom lip jutting out as he blinked up at her.

* She laughed, flicking his nose. “What? What’s with this grumpy face, hm?” she asked him.

* “You are...so beautiful. I love you so much!” he started, and MC rolled her eyes at him.

* “And is that a reason for you to pout like that?” she asked him. Zen shook his head, looking around the bar as if to make sure he can lean up and whisper in her ear without anyone else noticing.

* “I don’t want all these other people to be looking at you-and I want you to only look at me” he whispered, before leaning back to look her in the eye. “You love me the most right? Right??” he grumbled.

* MC realized just how drunk Zen must’ve gotten by that point-and not wanting him to feel embarassed the next day, she slowly managed to get him home, collapsing with him on the couch in a giggling heap.

* By the next morning he was as good as new, minus the horrible horrible hangover he’d been experiencing-but thankfully his own personal Advil was right there to make him all better ;)

JUMIN:

* Honestly, it’s quite impossible to get this man drunk.

* Or rather, it’s that he’s so subtly drunk that it’s almost impossible to realise when he is. He simply...becomes chattier. Bolder. That’s the only difference between drunk Jumin and sober Jumin lol

* MC only realized when one night at a dinner party, after having copious amounts of wine, Jumin leaned onto her, quietly nodding towards other guests and sharing his honest, undiluted opinion of them in MC’s ear.

* “Mrs Portokalou, the lady with the red hair; she’s a stuck up butt” he started, making poor MC nearly choke on her drink as she took in the bold words Jumin whispered. “Mr Khan, he’s a know-it-all, don’t ever get into a debate with him. So annoying. That guy over there, with the blue suit-I don’t...I actually don’t know who he is but I don’t like him. His tie doesn’t suit his suit. Disgusting” Jumin scoffed.

* It was so entretaining that MC didn’t have the heart to tell him to stop, biting her cheek to stop from laughing her heart out at Jumin’s commentary.

* “That man there; Mr Mel. What a douche-douchebag? Is that what Zen usually calls me? Well, that’s what this man is too. Douchebag...I should go tell him that.”

* Woah woah woah! Before Jumin could make his way up to Mr. Douchebag, MC gripped his wrist, tugging him back.

* With some effort and promises of kisses in the car, she managed to get him to go home without voicing his opinion of everyone there publically lol

* By the next morning not only was he completely fine, no hangover to complain about, he also had a full recollection of the night before-and he didn’t seem apologetic, not one bit.

* ‘Mr. Douchebag’ became an inside joke for the two of them, must to Zen’s dismay lmao

SEVEN/LUCIEL/SAEYOUNG:

* He doesn’t drink alcohol nor smoke, but he does really like edibles; he makes his own butter out of weed, and then with the help of MC, will make hash brownies and cookies, and his favorite, honey-buddha chip buttery dipping sauce to dunk his chips into.

* One day the couple made a batch a little stronger than usual, which left Seven into a laughing high mess on the living room couch, an unopened bag of Honey Butter chips laying on his stomach. 

* MC had only had a little chunk of a brownie, so the effect hadn’t hit her nearly as much as Seven-he was giggling at nothing, turning his head this way and that before leaning back on the couch to look at MC who was sitting in the corner typing away on her phone.

* Seven smiled incredulously, poking at her thigh until she put her phone down and looked to him with a raised brow.

* “Hey-heyy, hey-hey did you knoww-” he wiggled his brows, making MC roll her eyes with a smile, “that I really really really love you?”

* MC ruffled his hair, relishing in his giggles. “And I love you Sae” she grinned.

* “No-I love you more! To inifnity and beyond and uh-to space....all the way into the galaxy...a galaxy far far away...” he zoned out, stretching his hands in front of his face as if to examine if they’re really there, wiggling each of his fingers like he’s testing them.

* It took a while for him to get down form his high, but he never seemed particularly embarassed about it-when MC reminded him of how he told her he loves her to infinity and beyond he simply laughed and kissed her.

* “Heck yeah I do” he admitted, and welll, that was that lol

JIHYUN/V:

* Like Jumin, he rarely ever gets drunk-but that’s only because he always, always drinks in moderation.

* He’s went through his rebel years as a teen, drinking himself into oblivion simply to spite his father, and he got that urge out of his system. Nowdays he drinks simply to enjoy the taste, winding down after a long day with a nice glass of wine.

* One night though...hoo boy. MC’s friends had invited her and Jihyun out to a bar, insisting they wanted to get to know her boyfriend better. Not one to disappoint, Jihyun agreed to come along, sticking out a little like a sore thumb in the group of giggling girls surrounding him.

* He’d tried ordering a glass of wine, but MC’s friends insisted he should try this bar’s specialty cocktail, a fruity drink that actually tasted really really good. Jihyun ended up drinking a couple of those cocktails, dissolving into a happy giggly mess, which only made him even more endearing.

* MC’s friends had already taken a liking to him, but seeing him joke around and even get up to try and be a wingman for one of the girls, they all decided he’d now be an official member of their friend group, lol

* MC ended up going home with Jihyun leaning on her shoulder, laughing beside her ear all the time. She couldn’t help but laugh along with him, his sweetness doubling now that the boldness of liquor coursed in his body.

* When she helped him lay down in bed, she moved away to get changed into a pair of pyjamas, she heard Jihyun whine behind her, shuffling on the bed.

* She turned to find Jihyun kneeling up, a frown on his face. “Where-where are you going?” he asked.

* MC laughed. “Baby I’m just going to get changed, I’ll be right back-!” She didn’t get to continue her sentence as Jihyun got up from the bed, fumbling about until he reached MC, sneaking his hands across her waist, hiding his face atop her head.

* “No-you can’t leave, please-”

* MC couldn’t do anything-he was so worried, his brain probably bringing up painful memories, that even having her gone from his side for a moment worried him. She simply hugged him back, reassuring him she was right there.

* They ended up falling asleep in their clothes, MC still with makeup on her face as she awoke to Jihyun shuffling in bed, pushing his palm onto his eyes.

* “never again...I’m never drinking with you girls ever again” he grumbled, pouting when MC laughed.

* He’d absolotuely be drinking with them again lmao

SAERAN:

* Like his brother, he doesn’t drink, doesn’t want to, but once-just once he got drunk.

* There was a bottle of a strong clear liquor in the cupboard, so strong that MC had stored it there to use as an antiseptic.

* Yet...Saeran didn’t think much of the label on it, didn’t even try and catch a whiff of its strong smell. He simply poured the clear liquid in a glass and drank it all in one gulp, assuming it’s just water and someone stored it there by accident.

* Well..he soon found out it’s not. Gagging he smacked the glass back down on the counter, running to the faucet to drink some actual, honest water to wash down the taste.

* MC heard him gagging and gasping and run to the kitchen-one look at the bottle and the empty glass alerted her to what’s going on and she couldn’t help but laugh, even as Saeran turned to throw a glare her way.

* She explained why she’d kept that bottle there in the first place, and helped Saeran sit back down on a chair as she poured a glass of water for him.

* She couldn’t have expected him to start getting tipsy from just a glass-sure it was strong as heck but-it was merely a few sips!

* And yet soon enough she got her hands full of a giggling, cuddly Saeran, so unlike his usual shy demeanor that she couldn’t help but stare at him, wondering how someone could change this much with just a single glass of alcohol.

* Saeran had crawled his way onto her lap on the couch, his arms around her neck as he rested his face on her shoulder.

* “So sweet-You’re so sweet. Wonderful, and great and-and-”

* He wouldn’t stop complimenting her until MC was a blushing mess, hiding herself on his shirt with a squeal.

* That very same night after a nap and a raging hangover, MC couldn’t help but tease him about his previous boldness.

* He was blushing redder than his brother’s hair at the memories, and vehemently refused to acknowledge them-but MC knew. She k n e w .

-send me a mysme headcanon for character reactions-

[mycasandstarrs]

SPN 10x06: “Ask Jeeves”

I remember the intro recap to this episode setting up a kind of “Clue”/murder mystery kind of vibe. I really enjoyed it.

New Canaan, Connecticut.

Colette and Olivia.

“Colette. To the master closet. I’d like you to select Mrs. LaCroix’s wardrobe for the burial. Olivia. Please make sure all the lavatories are spotless.”

“Why do I have to?”

“Now, now. You’re still the new hire. Colette has seniority.”

Oof. Knowing that this butler knows everything, I know he’s just keeping up the act.

I wish I had a closet like that.

Welp, there went the pearl necklace.

RIP Colette. Fell to her death.

I think I heard the slight, quiet sound of a shapeshifter changing it’s appearance! Very subtle.

Shut up, Dean.

“It’s, uh, glazed donut.” I love that Sam chose that one special for Dean.

“Apparently Bobby’s been named a beneficiary in Bunny LaCroix’s will.” Bobby’s getting an inheritance!

“Bobby had secrets, man. Like loving on Tori Spelling.” Not so much a secret now.

“Wow. Think we’re a little underdressed? I mean the Fed threads are in the trunk.”

“You kidding me? For once, we don’t have to wear suits.”

Aww.

A Fur Elise doorbell! Awesome.

“I’m Sam Winchester. This is Dean Winchester. We’re here on behalf of Bobby Singer.”

“Mr. Singer won’t be coming?”

“No, he passed away.”

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that.”

“Uh, condolences for your loss too.”

All three of them have lost both parents.

The LaCroix family.

As uncomfortable as that is, I agree.

Heddy, Beverly, Stanton (Stan for short) and his wife Amber, and Dash.

“surrogate dad” *cries*

Oh! Okay.

“Where’s Colette?”

“She quit. Poor dear was so distraught over Mrs. LaCroix’s passing. Went off to find herself.”

“Ashram in India?”

“Uh, clown college in Sarasota.”  

Why that excuse??? Just say “college”, oh my lord.

“What are these people?”

“I think they’re called W.A.S.P.S.”  

Sam’s correct.

“As you know, Mrs. LaCroix bequeathed something to your Mister Singer. But the reading of the will isn’t until tomorrow and I would hate for you to have to stick around and be forced to – well mingle with the family.” The butler’s a real one.

Don’t be a douche, Dean.

“Oh Mr. Winchester, if you’re implying that I don’t think you’re good enough, it’s quite the contrary. You’re far too good. The LaCroix family is… How shall I say this politely?” Annoying?

“…money grubbing leaches.” Pfft.

“Do you have any idea how Bunny and Bobby knew each other?” Just as Olivia walks in.

A jewel necklace.

Pawn shop?

“What do you mean it’s not real? The old bag was rolling in it.” lmao Dean.

The surprises never cease.

“A key to what?”

“There’s one way to find out – Ask Jeeves.”

aayyoo.

“My sister was nothing but a two-bit hooker in Chanel!” That’s what lands him dead.

RIP Stanton LaCroix. Decapitated.

“I presume you gentlemen left something behind. I’ll check the front closet for burlap.”

“I got news for you Mr. Belvedere the jacket’s canvas.”

lmao Dean, chill out.

Detective Howard.

“Congratulations boys, you’re now officially murder suspects.” Ayyy.

“Oh, everyone knows that Amber was sleeping around. She wanted to leave Stan but her prenup was ironclad. So she killed him.” I’d believe it...ish.

“Looks like we might have a case here. Vengeful spirit?”

“Yeah. Think we can get to the car, get the EMF?”

“Not with uh Detective Friendly. Not a chance. Guess we’re gonna have to go old school.”

Woo hoo!

“Then again, what family does?” Uh...most? 

“Trust me, it’s a miracle we’ve been under the same roof for 24 hours and haven’t – Oops…my bad.” A little too soon for that.

I love that the disembodied head also got it’s own tape outline.

Ooh, secret rooms!

The exchanged look between Dash and Amber...

Olivia playing the victim...

“I saw him roll Colette’s body in a rug.”

“Clown college Colette?”

lmao.

“You seen the butler?”

“No. Why?”

“Cause if anybody has answers it’s him.”

That’s true, but not the answers they think.

“The key is to a hidden attic.”

“Why would Bunny want Bobby to have a key to her attic?”

“I don’t know. It gets weirder. I found Olivia and Colette locked inside.”

“Clown college Colette?”

pfft.

“Well, well, well. What do we have here? Whatcha doing snooping around these halls, hmmm?”

Sam’s so cute!! 

“Up to no good? Why don’t we get up to no good together? You know they say women just get better with age. Like a fine wine or – or cheese.”

“Uh, I – I uh – I’m lactose intolerant, so...”  

HE’S SO FUCKING CUTE.

Sam literally ran away, lmao.

The music in this episode is so exceptional.

Not the real Phillip...

RIP Phillip the Butler. Stabbed.

I love shapeshifter episodes. 

“We need to find some silver.” Olivia conveniently walking in...

Rich people tinder, lol.

“I’ve resorted to fishing online because the live ones won’t bite.”

“You mean back there? I - I was just playing hard to get.”

“Well, then…you’re a very convincing actor.”

Yes. Extremely convincing.

“Come on in, darling. Water’s warm.” I can’t stop giggling.

I would most definitely compare my hands with Sam’s.

RIP Detective Howard. Drowned in a toilet.

“Drowned in a toilet? How filthy.” Yeah, not a very dignified death.

“We have four corpses now.”

“Four corpses?”

“Yes. You can add Phillip and Colette to the list.”

“Clown college Colette?”

That gets funnier every time.

“We don’t even know you. Look buddy, I’m trying to be objective here, but we’ve had countless family functions before, and even though we wanted to kill one another, we never did.”

“Dash is right. Our get-togethers never end in murder. The only thing different this time around is you.”

I guess that makes sense.

“Don’t even think about it. I….hunt pheasant.”  Ok, buddy.

Him and Amelia should start a “Flannel Sucks” club.

The silverware isn’t silver. Back to Square 1.

“First cubic zirconium and now this. No wonder the rich stay rich.” Y E P. No one’s cheaper than rich people.

STOP WAVING THE GUN AROUND, DUDE.

Oh yeah, say the women who were all over them.

“You idiots couldn’t be more wrong…about everything. Don’t you know, if it’s not the butler, it’s the maid?” dun dun dun!!

“Both doors are reinforced.” Damn. 

“I’m not the maid.”

“Well, that explains the dust.”

lol

“I’m Bunny’s daughter.” Plot twist!

“Where have you been hiding all these years?”

“The attic.”

“Like in the movie.”

Amber, stay quiet, hon.

“No wonder you were locked away. You’re a monster!”

“Oh, you have no idea.”

Welp.

Final standoff.

“Olivia…you don’t have to do this. Being a monster is a choice.” Aww.

RIP Olivia. Killed by Dean

“I owe you two an apology.”

“Don’t sweat it. I mean, you were just protecting your family and…there’s nothing wrong with that.”

No no no, let him apologize anyways.

“So I spoke to Aunt Bunny’s attorney. He said outside from the pendant, everything was left to Olivia.” Wow. Where does it go now?

“How can we repay you?” Aww. 

That sync up in closing the Impala’s door...awesome.

“Dean, what was that all about back there?”

“What are you talking about?”

“I mean….all those extra shots after the shifter was already dead. What was that?”

“I don’t know. Target practice?”

Stop blowing it off, Dean.

“Oh my God, Sam. It was my first kill since I’ve been back. You know, I got a little anxious. I wanted to make sure it was done right – plain and simple. Its… Why am I even explaining this to you?” Because he’s concerned as hell.

“Traveling Man” by Bob Seger

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holy shit i literally have no words for your vm fic on ao3 it was so good! now i'm dying to know the story of how tessa gave scott his first bj 😏

Aw thank you! Originally, I got the idea of Scott teaching Tessa how to drive as something just purely fluffy but then I added it to this story and just made it smutty lmao. Here’s a very short, rough drabble as to how that went down 

This is not a short and rough drabble. This somehow became 3330 words of how Scott received his first blowjob. It’s probably garbage but HERE YA GO!

Teaching Tessa how to drive is kind of pointless. Her parents gave her Kevin’s old car for her to learn on and Tessa rolls her eyes when Scott tells her to just take it slow, to ease her foot on the pedal. She pulls on to the empty stretch of road like she’s been driving for years. “It’s not that difficult,” she says, checking the rear view mirror and over her shoulder before she changes lanes. “I’ve been watching you drive forever. It’s just a confidence game.”

The next time he takes her out, it’s in his truck which is a stick, and this doesn’t come easy to her in the least bit. She gets this look on her face that he’s only seen on the ice before, an angry calm that wrinkles her brow and turns down the corner of her lips. The truck dies five times and they haven’t even left the side of the road, only made it a few feet down from where Scott parked it to begin with.

Tessa isn’t a quitter but he knows she’s getting frustrated with herself so he opens up the glove compartment and pulls out the chocolate she had stashed there. “I don’t deserve any,” she says when he holds out a square and Scott rolls his eyes and throws the chocolate at her anyway.

“You’re not going to get it in one day, T. I didn’t.”

She picks up the piece of chocolate that landed on the seat between them, blows off some fuzz and pops it in her mouth. “I guess.”

Scott reaches over, turns the keys to the off position. They pass the chocolate back and forth, talking about nothing and everything. It’s nice in a weird way, because it hasn’t been this easy between them in a few years. It’s probably mostly his fault but he wouldn’t say that aloud, ever.

For the next week on their way home from training, he drives them to this same stretch of road and Tessa fails to get them very far from where they start. She’s still annoyed each time but it always ends in them spending at least an hour talking when she gives up for the night (or when he tells her she needs to stop because he doesn’t want his truck to completely fuck up). He tells her about breaking up with his girlfriend and how his teacher thinks he should go up a math course. She tells him about the dissection in her bio class and how her mom keeps pushing for her to go on birth control.

“I can’t afford the weight gain,” she sighs before picking up their shared gatorade and taking a sip. “Besides, it’s not like I’m doing anything down there.”

“Tess,” he groans and she rolls her eyes as she passes him the drink.

“Shut up, it’s not like I don’t know you’re having sex. Don’t be such a baby.”

“You’re fourteen,” he says, trying to defend how uncomfortable he is at the thought of Tessa like that.

“You had sex two days before your fifteenth birthday,” she deadpans. “Besides, you still look like you’re fourteen.”

“Rude,” he grumbles. She rolls her eyes again as he recaps the drink and she fishes a carrot out of the plastic baggy between them. “You’re not though, right?”

“Having sex?” He nods. “No, I told you, nothing is going on down here,” she says, motioning to her pelvis with her carrot before she takes a bite. “Well, nothing with a penis.”

“Tessa,” he moans, hand coming up to rub at his face. “I don’t want to hear this.”

“You asked!”

It’s silent for a moment and yeah, he has to do this. He knows Tessa can take care of herself but he’s a teenage boy and he knows that all teenage boys are douches. “You’re not doing anything you don’t want to do right?” He doesn’t look at her while he speaks, hopes that he’s not pink in the face with the fact that he’s talking to Tessa about sex. Period talk he can handle. This, he cannot.

“I promise that I’m only doing things I want to do,” she says. He feels her hand on his and he looks up to find her smiling at him. “Thanks for worrying though.”

The next week, Tessa manages to keep his truck alive long enough to pull out on the road but that’s about as far she she can get. He tries to get her comfortable just using the clutch, taking control of the stick shift while she focuses solely on getting her feet right. It helps at least get them back over to the side of the road and when he asks if she wants to try again, she shrugs and tells him to pull out the snacks she packed in her bag.

They talk about making the potential switch to online classes. She worries that it’ll isolate them too much, won’t give them enough time to keep up with friendships outside of the skating world, and he’s inclined to agree. He brings up the fact that online classes could at least help them move faster, bringing up how bored she is with her English and history courses and mentions again how bored he is in his math class.

He finishes off the kale chips she made and she looks deep in thought and he’s expecting her to go quite for a while when suddenly she looks at him, face blank. “When was the last time you got off?” He looks at her like she’s grown three heads and she lets out the heaviest sigh. “Scott, you were getting hard during practice today. That hasn’t happened since you were like, thirteen.”

“Sorry,” he says in lieu of anything else and his face feels like it’s on fire.

“I don’t care,” she says. “I just thought you might.” He hopes that’s the end of it but Tessa doesn’t let it go. “I know you’re single now but-”

“Please do not continue-”

“You should mast-”

“Tessa, stop-”

“It’s a natural part of life, Scott!”

“I don’t want to talk about this.”

“Okay, even if you don’t want to take care of yourself, surely there are other girls who will-”

“Tessa,” he shouts, putting his hand over her mouth. Her eyes go wide above his hand. “I’m not talking about my dick with you.” Her eyebrows drop down and then his hand is wet and he pulls it back, wiping where she licked on his jeans.

“We talk about my period, why can’t we talk about this?” He doesn’t look at her, just opens his door and tells her to slide across the bench.

Another week passes and Tessa manages to get her foot work down. They can make it down the road so long as Scott is the one controlling the stick shift and Tessa looks so proud of herself that Scott knows he’s smiling like an idiot. He thinks she could try working the stick after the U turn she takes but after shifting into the wrong gear three times and his truck makes a scary noise, he takes back over.

When they pull over to have their snacks (this time he brought cookies that his mom sent down and they picked up some chocolate milk from the corner store they pass on their way to the rink), Tessa turns so her back is resting on the door, legs pulled up on to the seat. “You know Lily, right?” He nods. “I bet she’d go out with you if you asked.”

He cocks his head to the side. “Okay…”

Tessa wiggles in her seat. “She puts out,” Tessa says nonchalantly, picking out the m&ms from the cookie in her hand.

“Are we really talking about this again?”

Tessa shrugs. “You got hard at practice again.” He groans, apology on the tip of his tongue but Tessa just sticks out a foot, pokes his thigh. “It’s fine. I just think you should take care of yourself.”

“I don’t want to fuck Lily.”

“Nobody said you had to have sex with her.”

“What else would I do?” He watches her stare at him blankly for a moment before she does the crudest thing he has ever seen a girl do (and he’s had sex so this is saying a lot). She moves her lips into the shape of an O, tongue pushing out the side of one of her cheeks, fist coming towards her mouth to move in time with her tongue. “Oh my god,” he groans. “I can’t believe you just- Oh my god.” He screws his eyes shut and shakes his head. “No. I’m not- Girls don’t even like doing that.”

Tessa blinks, once, twice, then, very timidly, says, “I do.” His head jerks up to look at her and she looks nervous now, like she hasn’t just been matter-of-factly been talking about sex with him a few times now. “Is that weird?”

He stutters a little, unsure of how to handle this. “I think you’re probably the minority in this case, T.” Tessa looks thoughtful, staring not really at him but definitely in his direction. “I wouldn’t ever ask a girl to do that if she didn’t want to…” He swallows hard. He’s never asked any girl he’s been with for a blowjob, never felt the need to. He knows that most girls just see it as a chore and he’s sure it’s great (his brothers tell him it is) but if sex, actual sex, is on the table, why wouldn’t he just go for that? It’s so, so weird to hear that Tessa’s given blowjobs and he tries to tell himself it’s because she’s younger, tries to tell himself it’s because it’s Tessa, who he’s known since she was seven, tries to tell himself that it’s because he didn’t expect Tessa to do something before him when it came to sex. He tries to ignore the way his boxers start to tighten and god, no, no, no.

Tessa’s definitely staring at him now, considering. Then, she licks her lips and says, “I’ll blow you.” His reaction is to scoff or maybe to laugh but his dick twitches like an absolute traitor and words get lodged in his throat until something akin to a whine and a groan snakes its way out. He lets out a heavy breath through his nose and his hands have clenched into fists at his side. He starts to shake his head but Tessa rolls her eyes at him (and god, she’s doing that so much now, it’s so irritating). “If it’s going to stop you from getting a semi every practice, I’m happy to do it.”

It sounds like some sort of pity blowjob and no, that’s not how his first blowjob is going to go down.

“What,” she asks, voice about an octave higher than normal. He looks at her confused and she continues. “You’ve never had a blowjob?”

“I said that out loud,” he practically yells and she breaks into a fit of laughter while he feels like leaving her here in his truck while he walks home. “Tess,” he groans and he can hear her working to slow her breathing in an effort to stop her giggling. “Can we please just pretend this entire day didn’t happen?”

“Nope,” she says, lips popping the word out. She moves the cookies out of the middle of the seat so she can slide closer to him. She leaves space to breathe, space for him to bolt if he needs to. “Scott?” She says his name slow and measured. “Can you look at me please?” He does even though he feels like dying and it really just is so unfair that she looks older than he does. “Can I blow you,” she asks sincerely and Scott really cannot believe this is happening.

“You don’t ha-”

“I want to,” she’s quick to add and that seems like something they should probably talk about. “I told you, I like doing it. And it’ll help you cool off for practices.” She gives a little shrug. “It’s a win-win.”

This seems like a bad idea. No, he’s almost certain this is a bad idea. But he can feel himself getting flustered more now that she’s closer and saying all this stuff and before he fully realizes it, he’s nodding and she’s smiling and her hands are on his sweats.

He wants to touch her too, thinks he should, but he doesn’t know if that’s allowed. He tucks his hands under his thighs so he doesn’t accidentally do something that’ll make her hate him (or him hate himself). Her fingers hook under the waistband of his clothes and he lets his head fall back, not sure he can handle watching her do this. It’s uncomfortably quiet in the cab of his truck and he almost wants to stop her so that they can put on some music but then he hears her spit and then a wet hand wraps around his half hard dick, grip just right. She strokes him a few times and his breathing has definitely gotten heavier and he thinks that hers has too but it’s hard to focus with his heart beating so hard in his ears.

“Condom,” she asks once he’s fully hard in her hand.

“Backpack.” It’s cold when she pulls away to reach into the backseat, his dick left bobbing in the air but she makes quick work of finding the condom that was thankfully still in there. She rolls it on him easily and it makes his stomach churn thinking about how often she’s done this. Not that there’s anything wrong with it if she has done this a lot. It’s just not something he expected from Tessa. Tessa who he’s known since she was seven.

How is he letting this happen?

“Oh,” she mutters and that doesn’t sound good. “How long has this been in your backpack?”

He opens his eyes, finds her looking at his dick most concerned. He looks down, sees the slight rip in the condom at the side about half way down. “Shit,” he sighs but then, maybe this is the sign he’s been looking for. They really shouldn’t be doing this and this is a sign.

She drags the condom off his dick and his hips jump into her hand. She pauses. “Are you clean?”

She still wants to do this.

Holy sweet hell.

“You’d know if I went to the doctor,” he says because it’s true. Sometimes it feels like he can’t even take a shit without Tessa knowing they spend so much of their time together.

Tessa considers this and then gives a little nod. “Okay,” she says and then she’s scooting back, broken condom dropped to the floorboard. He needs to remember to throw that out when he gets home.

She’s given herself enough space to bend forward comfortably and when her tongue first grazes his dick, he bites his lip so hard, he’s sure it’s going to bleed.

Her tongue licks the length of him twice, her hand coming to wrap tight around the base of his cock when her mouth moves to take him in. She starts slow, first only taking in the head of his cock while her hand shortly strokes him. Her mouth is so warm, so wet, and her tongue is rigid as it swirls around him. With each bob of her head, she takes him a little deeper, keeps working her hand in time with her mouth.

He still hasn’t looked down at her but then he feels the soft scrape of her teeth and his hips jerk, pushing himself deeper than she’s gone so far and his eyes open wide. He didn’t mean to do that, hopes she isn’t upset, but, even though he can hear her choke a little, she moans. She moans loud and he feels the vibrations around him and he digs his hands into the seat underneath him.

Tessa pulls him out of her mouth and oh, there’s so much saliva hanging from her mouth, connecting her to his dick which glistens with her. “You can do that again,” she pants, looking him in the eye. He can’t stop looking at her swollen lips or the way her eye make up has started to run. It’s like he’s seeing her for the very first time again and his heart stutters in his chest and his dick twitches in her grip. She bends back down, head bobbing twice before she pulls off him again slowly, cheeks hollowed and eyes looking up at him. With her free hand, she taps his arm. “You can touch me, if you want,” she says, running her tongue over her lips. “I don’t mind if you pull my hair… I like it.”

How he doesn’t immediately cum in her hand, Scott has no idea.

She’s on him again, wrist twisting as it glides over him, mouth and tongue taking more and more and more until he can feel her swallow around him. Hesitantly, he puts a hand to her hair, lets his fingers thread through the tangled locks. Like a reward, she moves faster, her teeth coming into play again. He grips the hair at the base of her skull and when he gives it an experimental tug, the whine she releases is muffled by his cock.

Motivated by her noises, he keeps a strong hold on her hair and he must be doing something right because Tessa seems to go into overdrive. She sucks him off hard and deep, her nose brushing his thigh, and the hand that had been aiding her has moved down to cup his balls through his pants. It makes him jerk into her mouth again. No one else has ever done that before.

She rolls them softly in her hand and Scott can feel himself sweating, his breath coming in harsh pants. “T,” he groans, trying to actually pull her off him because if she keeps going, he’s going to cum in her mouth. “T,” he repeats. “I’m gonna cum.”

To his complete and utter surprise, she gives him a thumbs up and stays on his dick. In fact, her efforts seem to double down and she only manages to bob her head three more times before he seizes in her mouth. She tries, he can tell, to swallow it all, but her head isn’t in the right spot or maybe her lips aren’t tight enough around him and so some spills out, running from her mouth and down the sides of his cock. She keeps sucking though, keeps going until his dick settles and softens in her mouth.

She leans back on her knees, lips and chin covered in a mixture of his cum and her saliva and he can feel the stirrings of arousal low in his belly even though he just came.

She looks like a glorious mess. She wipes at her face with her hands, takes her fingers in her mouth to clean them and she looks so proud of herself, lips puffy and red stretching into a shy smile. Shy, like she didn’t just have his dick in his mouth, like the taste of his cum isn’t on her tongue.

“Jesus fucking christ, Tessa,” he breathes out. She smiles a little wider and grabs his water bottle from where the cupholder, pushing it into his shaking hand. Oh, he’s shaking. Jesus.

“What’re friends for,” she says and takes the bottle back from him to take a swig of her own. He feels like he needs to do something in return and the thought of touching Tessa like she just touched him sends his head spinning. She seems to read his mind and shakes her head. “I’m on my period,” she reminds him. “But let’s just say you owe me one when I need it?”

All Scott can do is nod.