#I want to gush about it they fr popped the fuck off here

[crazycoven]

holds this scene to my heart forever and ever

[vquacki]

Lip balm

Lip balm

Characters: BONTEN - Rindou Haitani, Ran Haitani, Sanzu Haruchiyo

Warning ⚠︎︎ : Mature content, cussing,  MINORS DNI

Note : hMmM very much extra writing on all of them, aLso had a mentalbreakdown chill run down my spine writing Ran’s (☞ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)☞. Whiney reader for sanzu, ahehe. I hope you all enjoy this! 

R I N D O U 

Everything felt so hot, it was a blistering day in roppongi. All objects you touched felt like fire, even the motorcycle you leaned against scorched under the harsh sun's rays. It was a saturday evening, school wasn't in motion so here you were, sitting outside a convenience store, waiting for your boyfriend to exit the building. 

You groaned in annoyance, your skin feeling like it was about to melt. Craving something cold to suppress the heat radiating from the sky. 

“Y/N” Rindou called, a plastic bag in one hand as he pushed the glass doors open. Your irritated expression leaving as soon as you saw the water bottle sticking out from the bag. 

Rindou chuckled, noticing your glistening eyes at the cold liquid.

“Babe, I'm here too, ya know?” Rindou teased as he handed you the bag. With a swift motion, you grabbed the plastic bottle. Popping the lid off, letting the fluid gush into your dried mouth. 

“Fuck, that hit” you hummed, satisfied. Having your thirst quenched, you leaned back down against the bike, letting your head fall back to face the sun once again.  

Rindou laughed, snatching the half emptied bottle from your hand, not hesitating to place his own lips where your saliva lingered. 

You raised a brow, “you didn't buy another bottle?”.

“Why should I? When I can just share one with you.” He asked, his lazy eyes staring down at you. 

Just the sight made your heart leap, you couldn't tell if he was trying to be playful with that stoic expression on his face. 

You let out a forceful cough, covering your mouth with one hand as you awkwardly fiddle with the hem of your shirt. Hoping he wouldn't be able to see the pink dust that covered your cheeks. An amused breath could be heard from him as he gulped down the rest of the bottle. 

These shy moments always appeared out of nowhere in between yours and a Rindou’s relationship, it was one of your favorite feelings. The fond reminder of how it was when you and him first started your relationship. 

Your lips felt dry from the occurrence. 

Not knowing what to do with your hands anymore, you let one reach into your bag. Pulling out a tube of cosmetic chapstick. With your other hand you dug through your bag once again, this time grabbing a small hand mirror. 

You carefully traced the tube against your lips, not letting the paste get onto your skin. Your eyes focused on drawing not wanting it to get messy, but you could make out the figure beside you staring. 

“You want some Rin?” you offered, closing the mirror and sliding it back into your handbag. 

“Mhm” he nodded, his lips parted as his violet eyes scanned your face, stopping at your glistening lips. 

“Here” you motion your hand to him, the small product sitting on your palm. 

“Not that” Rindou gulped, his lips quivering. In instinct he licked the chapped surface, earning a confused look from you. You tilted your head, puzzled from his words. 

“Your lips..” he mumbled his last word before he wrapped his hand around the nape of your neck, pulling you towards him. Crashing his lips against yours, his free hand swirling around your waist. 

You stayed wide eyed for a second before relaxing into the kiss. The hand around your neck tightening as he furthered the kiss. A moment passed before he moved back, breathless but a smirk tucked on his face. 

“Babe you smeared it everywhere!” you pouted at the male, pushing him away. 

“Sorry, couldn't resist,” Rindou shrugged back. 

R A N 

The wind was blowing through your hair, letting the strands flow through the breeze everytime it passed. The blanket you sat on threatening to lift everytime the gust of wind passed by. Rustling noises could be heard above you from the tree shading you from the daylight. 

“Open up doll” Ran beamed, holding a spoonful of delicious pastries to your face. Obviously very adamant on feeding you as if you were a baby waiting for ‘the airplanes coming~’. 

You couldn't recall who planned this date, but it was apparent that Ran was enjoying himself, babying his precious doll like there was no tomorrow. Though you felt no embarrassment towards the action, letting the other bystanders at the park stare.

“Cmon baby, it's gonna fall” Ran hummed, scooching the spoon till it touched your lips. 

Skeptical at first, not knowing whether he'd be a tease and pull the spoon away to feed himself. Seeing your indecisive face, he chuckled before scooting himself closer to your sitting figure. 

Gently he grasped at your chin, holding it between his index and thumb. Gliding his thumb down, it guided your lips ajar. Letting the hole open just enough for a spoon to fit in. 

“Eat up” he had a mischievous grin as he shoved the metal in your mouth, the base of the spoon grazing your bottom teeth. Letting the top of your teeth take care of the pastries your tongue didn't manage to scoop up. 

Your groans of displeasure muffled by the baked goods forced in your mouth. 

He smiled as he watched you chew on the treats, he was satisfied knowing his baby had eaten and had a spoonful of dessert for the day. Outstretching his arm, he reached inside your bag pulling out a handheld mirror.

“Now fix your makeup before people laugh at you” he joked, holding the mirror against his chest, allowing you to use both hands to do whatever you pleased. 

“Hmph” you pouted, swallowing the remainder of the dessert. 

“So annoying” you huffed under your breath but loud enough for the boy to hear as you dug into your bag. Ran couldn't help but laugh at your underhanded remark. Of course it was a playful comment, But seeing you in such a cute sulky state made his stomach twist and turn. 

Turning your body back to face him, You pucker your lips, outlining the shape with your favorite chapstick before filling it in with the ointment. 

Ran holds the mirror still, letting you apply your lip balm without getting interrupted by his playful antics. He watched in awe, everything was in slow motion for the love struck man. The way you concentrated on connecting the points followed by the way you leaned closer allowing yourself to see every crevice of your face. 

Moving the mirror away from his chest, he leaned in, limiting the space between your two bodies.

“Can I get some?” he pointed at the lip balm. 

“Yeah” You held it out, with a tiny motion he shakes his head.

 “No” he leans in even closer, 

“ Kiss me” before you could even follow up to his demand, he smashed his lips against yours. 

The tube in your hand dropping to the rug, being long forgotten with the people who stared speechless. 

S A N Z U 

“Zu~” you whined, dropping your arms dramatically on the couch. Your phone that was barely keeping your attention prior to your whining, slipping out of your hand, falling to the carpeted floor. 

It had been hours since the man had been working, not even sparing you a glance as you impatiently fiddled on his office couch. Desperately waiting for the man to get off work and spend some quality time with you. 

“Im almost done, hun” Sanzu sighed, he also was equally as exhausted as you were. He wanted to spend time with you but Mikey specifically ordered him to track the cartel this time, not trusting the underlings since the last police break. 

“Zuzu it's been hours” you cried out, swinging your legs repeatedly against the couch cushions. Throwing a tantrum like a toddler. 

“Baby.” his voice stiff, your first warning already being spoken. His eyes still staring at the computer screen.

You huffed, zipping your mouth closed, crossing your arms against your chest. Looking at him before letting your eyes wander across his office. A shelf of books across the room from where you sat. Your bored stature sitting up, a slight wobble as your feet touched the ground from sitting for hours. 

You waddle over to the case of books, sliding your fingers against the dusty spines poking from the shelf. Not knowing the blue eyes that trailed your figure, right after he gave his verbal warming he got a notification from mikey, saying the cartel should be fine now. 

He sighed in relief, outstretching his arms letting the connecting bones crack. A relieved mumble escaping his lips. 

“c'mere “ Sanze called, pointing at the desk. 

Your eyes lighten as you heard your lover's voice throughout the once silented room, excitedly prancing over to the man. You're back to his desk covering his turned off computer screen, him sitting in front of you on his chair. 

His lips were pressed in a thin line, head in his palm as he stared at you, admiring your cute thrilled expression. He wanted to act annoyed just to play with your little heart strings, but he couldn't. Not like this.

Your body was pushed onto his desk, swinging your legs back and forth happily with a wide smile plastered on your face. 

“You're so cute” His stoic expression letting up, fading to a grin as he scooted the wheels to his chair closer to your sitting figure. Wrapping his arms around your waist. Settling himself in between your thighs, your legs resting on either side of him. He placed his head on your right thigh.

You grin cheekily, 

“You missed me huh?,” you teased as you combed your fingers through his hot pink hair. 

You could feel him nod, his hot breath brushing against your thighs.  

“didn't seem like it earlier” you continued, wanting to further this playful notion. You stopped your hand in his hair, earring a groan from the man. 

“I missed you so much” he lifted his head, his crystal eyes looking up to meet yours. 

Oh how whiney Sanzu made you feel so dominant. Though it could never actually be that way, he may put up a facade to make it seem like he's all whiney, digging for your love and attention but deep down you both know. 

“Yeah?” you tried hiding your grin behind a remorseful smile. 

You peer around his desk, your eyes landing on a tube labeled chapstick sitting next to a cup of pens. Your hand grasping at the object, popping the lid off the small item. 

Without even looking at a reflection, you smudged the cream across your lips. Letting the pink-ette watch you from his sitting position on your lap. 

“Want some?” you asked, pointing the chapstick at him. 

He nodded once more. 

You reached your hand out to apply some on him, only for your wrist to be grabbed harshly. Earning a yelp from you, the tube dropping to the floor. A clanking sound as it rolled underneath the desk. 

The other’s hand pulling you down to face him abruptly, until his face connected with your own. The paste in between the two of you smearing against each other's lips.

Minutes passed before you pulled away desperately, completely out of breath. Your lungs searching for air as your face bloomed a fresh shade of red. 

“You're just so pretty like this Y/N” Sanzu smirked. 

You were always hastily reminded of who the dominant one in the relationship was. 

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[noritoshiikamo]

lunch date

part 2 of this childhood friend drabble (ok fr frshould i name this childhood friend series or public sex series bcs hmm you'll see) pairing: gojo satoru + fem!reader genre: smut bcs i think with my hand down my pants when i see gojo tags//warning: established relationship public sex, gojo thinking with dick part 2, mention of breeding kink tagging: @unabashednightmarepizza @sukirichi @sassyeahhhh [lemme know if wanna be tagged in the next part] note: the obligatory trio of mine: unedited, lowercase intended, the obligatory trio of mine: not well edited, lowercase intended, english isnt my first language im sorry if i murder it.

“toru- ah, that hurts!”

his grip to her thighs tightened, “shhh, they can hear you.”

when gojo satoru suggested that they have lunch together, she happily accepted. she didn't suspected anything odd of his behavior. he was so kind to offer to bring her something over and she has been so stressed with her works, she just accepted it with no questions. it was the first text she’d replied after ignoring his many messages and calls.

it has been two weeks since the staircase incident and she started to suspect that he knew that she was actively trying to avoid him for almost a week. she knows gojo satoru like the back of her own hand, she knows he will not forget his promises, and he will hold against her until he gets it. their newly blossomed relationship was doing okay until he popped the question out so casually as she cooked. she couldn’t forget the look on his face.

“so, when are we going to have a baby?” his question that freaked her out lingered in her mind.

a baby

what was she thinking? she smacked her head on the table. “you could’ve asked for a house, or his black card, or something else. but a baby?” her voice strained.

“yes?” the hair on her back stood at the familiar deep voice.

she looked up so fast, her head spun to see her door opened wide. sara, her colleague stood with a slight frown on her face and on her side, gojo satoru. he wore teasing smile, traded his blindfold for his glasses and he looked different. he wore a white dress shirt, sleeves rolled up with a pair of black pants and boots. his outfit looked simple and minimalistic, but don’t be fooled. she knew his shirt costs about the same as her monthly rent.

i can’t believe i picked a baby over his black card, her mind cried at the thoughts.

“i’ve tried stopping him,” sara explained, a glare on her face. he interjected. “i don’t need appointment to see my girlfriend,” gojo stepped inside, holding the door. “girlfriend?” sara questioned. she couldn’t help but to feel satisfied at the reaction her assistant’s face held.

“she gave you, her number?” she asked, one night where he came over. the bed sheet wrapped around her bare body as her eyes raked up and down satoru’s own bare body as he leaned against the headboard. his eyes shut close with his arms flexed behind his head. a small satisfactory smile on his face as he said, “right after telling me that you like me.”

“that bitch,” she hissed, gritting her teeth.

“y/n chan,” his eyes opened, a teasing smirk grew on his face. he leaned forward, the blanket pooled around his waist as he cupped her face in his hand, “didn’t see you as a jealous kind.”

it wasn’t that fact that she was jealous that sara is actively into gojo. she was fuming at her assistant for divulging her personal matter to him. that part first, and then maybe she was a little jealous. but then, sara was the reason she finally gets the guy she’s been waiting for; so at the end she still wins. sara will remain a bitch for a reason.

“it’s okay, we are having lunch together. you can leave,” she dismissed her, rubbing her strained eyes. gojo happily slammed the door shut.

“so, wanna tell me why you’re avoiding me?”

she sighed, her fingers ghosting over the keyboard, his presence has disturbed her mind, “i’m not. i-i’m busy.”

he sat on her chair, crossing his legs as he rested his lanky body against the chair. “you can’t even look at me. what is it?” he asked. her finger stopped above the enter key. she wanted to press it, but she can’t. something is holding her back. she knew what he’s doing. she sighed in defeat and turned to face the elephant in the room. her brows frowned when she realised; “where’s the food?” she asked staring at the empty table.

“huh?”

“lunch? you told me we are having lunch?” she frowned. this idiot did not just suggest that they’ll have lunch together, show up at her office without the promised food. gojo looked at her sheepishly, a small smile on his face.

“oh, that. yeah, i just want an excuse to see you,” his small smile turned sinister as he lolled his head to the side, “you could be my lunch.”

her face pressed against the glass window overlooking the city. her floor wasn’t that high, they could see the streets bellow and the office in front of them. she repeatedly told him that they can’t do this. “they can see us,” she panicked, despite being delirious from his kisses as she let him unbutton her shirt. but a few kisses later, her skirt hiked up, panties in his pocket and his dick hitting her cervix roughly, she was convinced.

“you think you can come for me six times?” he heaved, lips against her bare shoulder, accentuating his words with his every thrust, “six for the amount of days you've ignored me. another five to go, buttercup. should be easy.”

his hand trailed down her chest, her belly until he found her neglected clit. a gentle tap of her bundle of nerves had her throwing her hair back. she was about to come undone; he could feel it from the way she was desperately clamping down on his length and her whining. tears streaming down her face as she bit down on her lips to hold herself from screaming, she could taste blood. her body shuddered, her sweaty skin leaving marks on the glass and the way he just mewled against her ears, praising her made her legs buckled.

he was quick to catch her, hands gripping her waist.

they moved to the desk, pushing all her files and pens aside as he laid her down. he showered her with kisses, slowly trailing them down to her cunt. he eyed her glistening slit, mouth watered. grabbing her legs, he held it open, she whined at the feeling of his warm breath ghosting over her. “satoru, i can’t,” she moaned at the first lick, her hand pressed on his head trying to get away, but he held her tight. “n-no more, ah fuck, fuck!” she could feel his eyes on her, watching her every reaction as his tongue worked their ways. the feeling on his teeth grazing her clit, the tip of her tongue teasing around her entrance, before slipping in.

she tasted so good; it was more pleasurable for him than her. she looked pretty squirming to get away as he held her tighter, tongue darting in and out. overstimulation was hitting her full force and she was high in pleasure. her brain couldn’t comprehend; between the feeling of his breath against her slit, his tongue fucking her, his calloused palms against her waist and the sound he was making. she didn’t give two fucks if the office heard them fucking.

“close, fuck, toru i want-” her words cut off by her own moan.

his tongue switched, sucking on her swollen clit as his finger took over the fucking. it didn’t take long for her to gush out. her head was pounding, his words went in one ear and out the another. he stood up, drools and her fluid covered his chin and onto his bare chest. he helped her sat, she was beyond exhausted. the feeling of his fingers brushing her hair back brought back to the office, she looked up to him with her eyes half drooped. a soft chuckle escaped his lips as he pressed it on hers. “you okay?” he whispered, planting kisses after kisses. “i miss you so much,” he cooed.

“miss you,” was all she could mustered out.

“did i scare you? with the baby talk?” he asked, pulling her in his arms. truth be told, seducing her into fucking in front of the glass window wasn’t the actual reason gojo was here. but her words were just so inviting, he doesn’t mind a little detour. she tasted delicious. she mumbled something against his chest, but he was sure it was a maybe.

“i thought you wanted it.”

she pouted, finally the first sentence her brain could scrambled, “maybe i change my mind.”

“that’s why you ran away from me? you’re scared?” he tilted her head up, his heart warmed at the little pout she had on, “oh buttercup, i won’t lie. the thoughts of you all round and milky with my child is turning me on-” not a lie, because she could feel his cock pressing against her slit, “but it’s okay. one day i’ll change your mind but for now, i’m fine with a little practise now.” she groaned against his lips as she felt his tip slipped in, stretching her once again.

this one was quicker, she was already sobbing mess, clutching desperately on his chest as he chased his high.

the deeper he pushed into her, the faster he had to circle her clit. he’s not a selfish lover, he wants her to feel as good as him too, despite being borderline torturous as she was clearly an overstimulated mess. “you’re so good to me,” he hummed, “you take me in so well. i love the way your tight cunt suck me in.” she really was, with mouth apart panting his name, eyelids drooped, and fingers dug into his flesh with legs apart.

she’s his good little girl.

she nodded, soft mewls could be heard through her pants. the wet kisses he was peppering her skin soon turned into a desperate attempt to leave a mark. she was beyond exhausted to berate him for doing it, so she learned to enjoy the feeling of his fangs against her flushed skin.

“toru, it feels so good,” she rolled her eyes back and he hummed in agreement.

gojo held her throat, not too harsh but not exactly gentle too, “it does, does it?” he grinned, “come, clench around my cock, y/n chan," he teased, in a sing-song tone, "i’m about to fill you up to the brim.” he tightened the grip, she whined. the way the walls tightening around him, had the world strongest’s sorcerer a moaning mess, as his hips snapped faster.

the sound of their skin slapping each other got louder and louder with the squelching of her cunt. his eyes rolled to the back of his head, as he forced his cock all the way inside, his thick seed shooting directly into her womb. his grip on her waist tightened, he was all choke up. they stayed in each other’s arm, struggling to catch a break.

he pinched her cheek for the fun of it, seeing her annoyed and bothered for his own personal pleasure. “what luck you have, y/n. falling in love with someone like me,” he brushed the tear stains on her cheek.

“who said i love you?”

he pressed his hand on his chest, faking the pained look on his face with an ouch. it was never an exchange of i love yous between them; it was him annoying the fuck out of her and her being constantly concern by his childishness. “would you still come home, y/n. i miss you so much, no lies.” he asked as he pulled his pants back up. "i will," she promised. he helped her off the desk, cleaning the mess they’d made and her chasing him around for her pair of panties. she never got it back, her face was as red as her stilettos as she made her way out of the office bare under her skirt. she could hear him snickering behind her.

“c-cancel the rest of my day please, sara. i have some business to take care off,” she glared at the white-haired man running toward the elevator. lunch time was over, and she was beyond fucked to continue her work. literally. not when gojo had made sure to give her the fucking of her life, she couldn’t focus on her work no more. sara gave her a glare, a dirty one, as she eyed her skewered hair and wrinkled clothes. she placed the files on her assistant’s desk, rushing as gojo held the elevator opened.

she made in, jumping instantly in his arms as the door closed. it was just two of them in the empty lift.

she giggled in his arms; his huge smile was contagious. he kissed her so gently, thumb on her back rubbing shapes. his smile grew wider as they pulled away. she tilted her head, confusion on her face and he nudged his head to the door. she turned around only to see their reflection on the elevator’s door. “look closer,” he whispered, and her eyes widened as she realised a trail of his cum, peaking out of her skirt down her legs. her face got even redder as she wasn’t sure if it had just happened or gojo has been letting her walk around with his cum down her legs.

“i’ll murder you, satoru.”

the lift suddenly halted. the number stopped at the ninth floor and she cursed. the lift wasn’t malfunction; she knew exactly what he was doing, and he wasn’t even trying to hide it.

“not going to lie, seeing my cum down your legs, it looks hot,” he said sheepishly, a kiss on her cheek while his hands already made their way underneath her blouse. his brows raised up suggestively.

“will you stop thinking with your dick, satoru?”

“you still owe me two more orgasm, buttercup.”

the light of the lift suddenly tripped, engulfing them in a pitch-black darkness. she jolted in his arms. the emergency light turned on and under the dimmed light, she could see his blue eyes on her like a predatory to its prey. she could feel her throat drying as a kiss landed on her neck.

“we better make our time worth.”

[kermitthequeer]

review: Cherry Magic | Thirty Years of Virginity Can Make You a Wizard?!

Disclaimer: This is my very own humble opinion. If you  agree with my review, I’m glad that I’ve found someone like-minded, if  you do not agree, that’s fine too. Every opinion is valid. Don’t hate me  for mine.

I do not speak any asian language and therefore I rely solely on subtitles. And we all know that they are not always flawless. So if I misread a situation or misunderstand something, feel free to inform me. Spoilers ahead!

Genre: BL

From: Japan

Known Actors:  /

Trigger Warnings: cuteness overload

Rating: 8.5/10 ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ ☆    

Synopsis: When Kyoshi Adachi reaches his 30th birthday he develops an ability to hear the thoughts of other people by touching them. One day, he discovers that his popular co-worker, Yuichi Kurosawa, is in love with him.

Main Character(s): Kyoshi Adachi, Yuichi Kurosawa

Side Character(s): Masato Tsuge (Adachis BFF), Minato Wataya (Tsuges lover boy), Yuta Rokkaku (co-worker + Kurosawas “friend”), Nozomi Fujisaki, Kengo Urabe (Adachi's co-worker)

Short Appereance: /

Main Couple(s): AdachixKurosawa

Side Couple(s): TsugexMinato

My review:

I think I don’t really have to explain much, the title does a good job.This is going to be a little different than most reviews I do. I’m not going to comment every scene or comment on every step of the storyline, even though I will try to. For the most part I’m just going to ramble around for a bit. And try to write my thoughts down.

I remember when Cherry Magic fan edits popped up on youtube and it looked so cute I just had to watch it. During that time winter came into my town and another lockdown was around the corner. So, this show was really there to brighten my day once a week (or for a few days while I binge watched it).

The concept was really interesting, too. And here are my thoughts about it:

Adachi and Kurosawa

We start our story one day before our protagonsts 30th birthday. His name is Adachi. He has very low self esteem and and little confidence in himself (sounds familiar) but a big heart. It’s not always easy for him to say “no” (espacially to his co-worker). His life is mostly uneventful and repetitive. UNTIL one day on his 30th birthday he discover that the old wives’ tale that you develop powers if you are a virgin for 30years is actually true. He is able to hear peoples thoughts!

At the beginning he isn’t really sure if it’s just all in his head or if he really has this power. On his way to work he meets his co-worker Kurosawa. Due to a very crowded elevator, Kurosawa accidentally touches Adachi. Because of that, Adachi finds out that his super popular and super handsome co-worker is actually madly in love with him (relatable right?)

At first Adachi tries to ingore his powers. He can not be sure that the things he hears are really other people’s thoughts or just him making stuff up. He avoides crowds and Kurosawa. But fate just throws these two together again and again.

Since Adachi can read thoughts, every encounter he has with Kurosawa from now on excalates pretty quickly. Because our boy Kurosawa is just as horny as we all are. One day Kurosawa is being a “nice boy” and helps Adachi with the workload that his co-worker asked him to do. Totally selfless of course, not in any way him trying to be near his crush or anything noo. After hearing Kurosawa gushing over Adachi’s mole on his neck, that Adachi wasn’t even aware of, he is now pretty sure that his powers are real.

Adachi knows that - if the tale is true - he will only lose his powers if he also loses his virginity. And let me tell you something... Honestly, sex is probably really great and all but...you have powers. You are basically one step away of becoming a superhero. You can help people with that. Come one now, this show just proves that asexuals are above us all and are so powerful and deserve to be wizards. If you were able to life a life without sex to your 30s, it’s not that hard, you are almost halfway there. Just hold on.

This show follows mostly our two main leads, Adachi and Kurosawa, trying to manage their love for each other. But what makes Cherry Magic so sweet and heardwarming is the fact, that there are other topics being addressed besides same-sex-love. Like I said earlier, Adachi has extreme low self-esteeem and this is one of the biggest reasons why it takes so long for Adachi to realize and accept that he is not only in love with Kurosawa but also that he deserve this kind of love.

So many times, Adachi chickens out of telling Kurosawa how he feels and espacially when Kurosawa wants to take things to the next level, Adachi needs time. And Kurosawa respects that (bare minimum, but sadly the bar is so low) and gives Adachi time.

Kurosawa also suffers from some incecurities that he not often talks about, but since Adachi has his powers, we are often granted a quick look into Kurosawas head. And these little thought trains that we get tell us so much more about Kurosawa and fully flesh him out as a character.

We get to know about his fantasies, his wishes, his fears and insecurities. Sometimes, when Adachi reads Kurosawas mind, we get little fantasies. We see Adachi through Kurosawas eyes and it’s always a cute scene of Adachi smiling. We see how beautiful Kurosawa thinks of Adachi.

We get one episode from Kurosawas perspective, where we discover how Kurosawa fell in love with Adachi. He was always “aware” that he was there, but he never really “noticed” him. One day, when they both are having dinner with their boss and some random creepy lady, both realize pretty quickly, why they are really there (because of their looks). Kurosawa notices that Adachi does not drink alcohol and therefore he takes his glass and get’s drunk quickly.

Even though, it seems like a dumb thing to do, it tells you so much about Kurosawas character. How he wants to help people, even if that means he is the one to “suffer”. No matter the consequences, he helped his co-worker out there. The lady starts harassing Kurosawa and he turns her down in a very obvious way which was apparently something he wasn’t allowed to do. But fuck this lady and fuck his boss. Kurosawa, you did nothing wrong. She did.

He overhears his boss saying that Kurosawa is only a pretty face and apparently he can’t even do that right. This just gives him the rest and he leaves. Adachi, who was surprised by Kurosawa’s actions (drinking the alcohol for him), follows him outside to comfort him.

It’s a very touching backstory and it’s great that we get it in the middle of the show and not at the beginning, only allowing the characters to become more fleshed out.

When Adachi reads Kurosawa’s thoughts, he mostly thinks about how much he adores Adachi and how much he wants to help him becoming more confident. He often is pretty hard on himself and blames himself for things too often. He seems calm on the surface, but his inner-monologues show how much of a chaotic hopeless romantic he really is.

A reaccuring theme is Adachi being a little put off by how often Kurosawa get’s presents or just admiring looks or words. Because he get’s none and if so, he can’t really take compliments well.

What is really interesting is that through Adachi, we can hear that Kurosawa is not really enjoying all of this presents and kind words of his (mostly) female co-workers. He just wants to be praised for his work not his looks. Which is something only pretty people say. No, fr, I can only imagine that it’s super annoying that people only view you as “pretty” and therefore do not acknowledge your talents and skills. This show actually deals with that nicely. In Kurosawa’s episode he has this beautiful monologue: I had an advantage because of my looks. I hated that people only saw my looks. I knew it would annoy others if I talked about it. So, I pretended it didn’t bother me.

This show was not only about love, but also about loving and respecting yourself. Trusting yourself and gaining a little more confidence in yourself. What I loved so much about Kurosawa and Adachi is that they bring out the best in each other and help each other in so many ways.

At one point, Adachi tells Kurosawa the truth about his powers. Kurosawa tells him that he actually is happy that he has his powers, since they were the reason they got together in the first place.

But Adachi is not so happy about it. He grew used of the powers and now fears that his relationship won’t work out with Kurosawa, once he loses them. Since he wouldn’t be able to read his mind anymore, like he used to. The only option Adachi sees is: breaking up. And since Kurosawa respects his wishes, he leaves (hoping that Adachi would fight for him and maybe hold him back).

They make up in the end, when Adachi realizes that maybe communicating would be another option they have left. Because, guess what, that’s what most people do. So, they get back together and Kurosawa basically proposes to Adachi, which seemed...quite abruptly tbh. But hey, everyone has their own pace.

Minato and Tsuge

Tsuge is Adachi’s best friend and also a virgin. Later, he becomes a wizard like Adachi, being able to read minds. He is a writer and spends his time at home 20/7, the 4 hours are probably just the hours he is willing to leave for grocery shopping and eating out with Adachi.

He has a really sweet cat and this cat will help him get him his future boyfriend. Minato, is his name. He works as a deliveryman. Tsuge doesn’t like Minato very much, since he is a so called “youngster” (oh gosh I think a brain cell just died while writing this).

Minato feels the same way about Tsuge “the old man”, but does love his cat. Tsuge develops feelings for Minato pretty quickly and even begins to stalks him, to find out more about him. He orders so much stuff from different shops just so this guy would show up at his doorstep again.

He finds out that Minato is actually trying to fullfil his dreams of becoming a dancer.

While it would’ve been a sweet idea, this couple couldn’t really win me over. First and foremost, how old is Minato supposed to be? The actor was at that point approximately 20/21 and he looks way younger than that tbh.  And in the show it’s never stated how old he is, his love interest states multiple times that he is “young” and refers to him as “the youngster(s)”. And it’s clear that Tsuge is 30. So...I just can’t ship them. Like, they are both of age and adults but it still feels weird for some reason. If the actor would at least look older...I guess that would maybe change my view on them. In reallife they are 6 (?) years apart which is still a lot but way less than what seems to be 8 or 10 years on the show.

It really didn’t help that Tsuge was the one initiating the relatioship and stalking Minato. Others called him even a pervert and honestly...he acted like one. Secretly talking pictures of someone, following them around, etc.

On top of that, their scenes often included cringy / over the top acting and triggered my second-hand embarassment, which...was that really necessary? Maybe, it was part of Tsuge’s character in the Manga, but you just can’t translate everything into a life-action show, because it looks hideous and awkward. In the more serious scene that Tsuge was in, he actually wasn’t all that bad.

I can take cringy acting, that’s how I survived most BL’s actually. But was it really necessary to have Tsuge kneel before Minato and scream at him how sorry he is in public? While people are watching? And Minato doesn’t really seem to be delighted by that. I’m sorry, but that’s where I draw the line, my cringe-o-meter exploded. I’m a very private and introverted person, so that just wasn’t it for me.

It actually hurts my heart that so many people think this is how socially awkward people behave, which - as a socially awkward person - I can’t confirm. We don’t flinch everytime people touch us, we don’t scream and shout and talk very fast, when we get nervous (at least not to that extent). And we don’t...ugh..back to the series.

I mean they had potential, they could’ve been cute and I don’t mind if anyone is shipping them, it’s just really icky to me and I can’t do that.

Things I disliked

The actors ages. I mean, I know that most asians look very young, but come on. No one can tell me that these guys are supposed to be 30. I guess the actor of Kurosawa was about 29 (?) so he comes closest (he doesn’t look like he is 30 but I appreciate the attempt) but the others...They just don’t look like they are 30. And please, don’t cast some really young-looking dude as the love interest of a supposedly 30-year old.

Over the top “humorous scenes”. It doesn’t make me laugh, just cringe. But this happened only with scenes between Minato and Tsuge. Sometimes, I just skipped them. But yeah...not everyone’s tea I guess.

No kiss. I don’t need NC scenes or anything too intimate. But the whole no-kissing seems more like a “no homo” situation here. These guys are insanely in love and are basically married and you tell me that they didn’t even kiss on camera ONCE? Don’t tell me they are asexual or anything (even though I would love to see more representation like that, I mean if the actors don’t wanna kiss or the management is against it, why not create a little more representation while you’re at it?) because I would support that, they just didn’t want to show that or maybe the actors didn’t want to kiss. But then again I ask myself...why not cast actors who actually want to act out the role? Or was it a management issue? Whatever it was, defiinitely made it seem less believeable and it felt more rushed. Like, even if you give me the classic “fish kiss” with eyes wide open and it’s basically just them pressing their lips together...this treatment most Korean BLs get (thank you TMS honestly) it would’ve been better imo.

Also, Minato and Tsuge had a kissing scene (it wasn’t good but still). And that even further aligns with my theory of the actors or the management not wanting them to kiss. But this show is still cute and enjoyable, so I’ll let it slide this one time.

Rushed ending. Like I already said, this kind-of-proposal came out of nowhere for me and felt rushed. Sure, they know each other for years, but they only began to grow closer over the last couple weeks. Shouldn’t they start with dating first, then go to living together for a few couple of months and then - after really being sure that they want it and after talking it through - propose? But hey, I’m the single one here, so maybe I am in the wrong here.

Things I liked

How they handlded Adachi’s powers. Adachi was suddenly able to read peoples thoughts. One of the most private and intimate things. And Kurosawa was just like ‘“k, I’m actually glad you secretly kept reading my thoughts” which seemed a little too anti-climactic. Please, sweety at least pretend that you are a little hurt that your boyfriend kept reading your most private thoughts. It’s like someone reading your diary without your permission.

But apart from that, they handlded it actually quite well. Adachi wasn’t super okay with reading other people’s thoughts. He didn’t use it for revenge, there were no bad intentions. He always wanted to help and only used it as a way to help others or clear things up. When he did use it for his own advantage, he felt bad afterwards.

Miscommunication subplot. Overused, lame, just for the sake of plot, annoying - these are the first things that come into my mind, when thinking about miscommunication subplots. But Cherry Magic actually did a decent job at it. There was a miscommunicating subplot at the end and I expected to hate it, but I actually did like it.

It makes so much sense here, since Adachi was so used to his powers at some point, that losing them seemed like he was no longer able to understand people or their feelings. The “oh no I lost my powers and since I used them to understand Kurosawa better I don’t know if we can be together now that I don’t have them anymore” struggle seems realistic.

Tsuge only made it worse by saying: “I forgot how difficult it is to sense other’s feelings [without being ablte to read their thoughts]” after having a minor fight with Minato. And since Adachi is a person that worries and overthinks quite often and easily, he didn’t take it too well. It could’ve been so much better, if they did actually drag it out a little more. But maybe it’s for the better like that. They got the most important points across, even though they resolved it pretty quickly.

No happily ever after. This title is actually a little misleading, since the couple did get a happy ending. What I mean with that is that they didn’t give the couple a “they are now offically a couple so there story ends with that”. Most shows think that viewers only want to see the couple coming together and call it a day. In Cherry Magic the story doesn’t end with them getting together. We see them struggle with their relationship, going on cute dates, breaking up, resolving their issues and semi-propose.

It’s nothing new or groundbreaking, but it’s rare and refreshing to see. I do like that shows always try to give us the “and all was well” happy ending after they get together, but seeing storyline like Cherry Magic, where they actually deal with them being a couple and show us their ups and dows, I really appreciate that.

Special episodes. IIRC there are a total of 3 special episodes that are just the cherry on top of this cake. I really did enjoy them. They weren’t necessary for the story to work, but were a nice add to it. Pure fluff and comedy. Speaking of fluff-

Fluff and feel-good. This show in no way ITSAY or MOD and nowhere near them. It doesn’t make you ugly cry at 3 o’clock in the morning. And it’s not a mystery where you sit at the edge of your seat, trying to figure out who is the big bad guy. But - and this is important - this show is not meant for you to feel these kind of emotions. Cherry Magic is more of a rom-com. A feel-good show. Some sort of “grab your blanket and some hot chocolate and watch it and feel safe” kind of show. Espacially needed during whatever the hell is going on right now.

So, if you ever want a show, where the leads are adorable and relatable, where there is a little sprinkle of magic and a ton of fluff and you just wanna lay back and find a safe space to escape reality, this is the show for you.

I think this covers my thoughts on this series. Thanks for reading. Check out my other reviews.

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- urmyquerencia

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Carnival Games

Eddie sneaks out to attend the annual carnival with his friends and meets someone he hadn't been expecting.

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Throughout Eddie’s life, he’d been denied the enjoyment of many things. He’d never been to a classmate’s birthday party. He’d ridden a bike once and when he fell off one time his mom sold it. He’d never been roller skating, skateboarding, ice skating or climbed a tree. He’d had chances to do many things in secret, but his mother’s warnings were drilled so far into his brain that her voice would come out every time he even thought about it. One thing he was definitely not allowed to do, was attend the annual fair.

He’d always wanted to go. They’d drive by it every year and he’d see the rides, the games and the food that smelled sinfully delicious when he’d roll his window down just a bit. He’d see the other kids running around, playing and lining up with their friends, excitement on their faces and practically vibrating off of them. Every year he asked his mom to let him go, and every year it was, “no son of mine will associate with carnies.” Or, “those rides are dangerous and the people who run them don’t care if they’re up to safety regulations.” Or his personal favorite, “they skewer dead rats on a stick, dunk them in batter and then deep fry them and sell them as food. Is that what you want Eddie? To eat a rat?”

Eddie knew it was all bullshit. His friends went every year, and nothing ever happened to them. Other than a stomachache from eating too much or Ben puking after riding a roller coaster. Eddie would love to experience it all - the good and the bad. Bev would always bring back a stuffed toy she’d won for him and Mike would sneak him a soft pretzel when they’d stop by afterward to check on him.

The summer of their seventeenth year, when the heat was at its peak and the haze of summer was setting in, the fair came the town once more. Eddie sat on his porch with his three friends, watching families with young children go by headed to the fair when it was more child friendly. All the kids he saw were excited, bouncing along holding their parents’ hands and smiling brighter than the sun. It just made Eddie sad.

“Come on, Eddie. Sneak out and come with this year.” Bev was saying in a hushed voice in case his mother was close by. The windows that lined the front porch sat open to let any gentle breeze pass through the sweltering house.

“I can’t. If she finds my bed empty, she’ll call the police. She’s done it before, and I was just in the bathroom.”

“Slip her a sleeping pill.”

“I’m not going to drug my mother so I can go to a fair.”

Bev shrugged and instinctively reached for her pocket, stopping herself when she remembered where she was and wiping her hand down over her denim jeans instead. All of her friends knew she smoked, but if Sonia got even a whiff of smoke, she’d ban Eddie from seeing his friends ever again and would search every inch of his room for cigarettes. The one time Bev had shown up smelling of smoke she’d had to quickly come up with a lie about a group of unruly teens that she’d had to walk by. Sonia hated them all and looked for any excuse to banish them, but she’d bought it anyway.

“Can’t you say your staying at my place tonight?” Ben asked, his eyes leaving Bev for the first time in ten minutes.

“She’ll suspect something. She knows the fair is in town.” Eddie sighed.

“What about mine? The farm is far enough away from the fair that it should be ok, right?” Mike asked.

“Nah, she’ll just come up with a reason to keep me away from farm animals. It’s useless guys. One more year until I’m free and then I can go to as many fairs as I want.”

All of his friends could practically see into the future, his rebellious phase an inevitable as soon as he was out from under Sonia’s constant supervision. They often wondered if Eddie would continue to talk to his mother at all when he was eighteen and away from home. He’d learned long ago that she didn’t have his best interest at heart. She just wanted to control him, keep him from enjoying life and getting a taste of what life could be without her. It was going to happen, and that day was approaching fast, so her hold got even tighter.

Eddie’s friends left when Sonia called him inside to help with dinner. He waved goodbye and watched them head down the street. They’d go to Ben’s and wait for it to get dark before heading to the fair. He wished with all of his being to go with them. Inside, his mother was in the kitchen, listening to the radio and cutting up vegetables for a stir-fry. Eddie joined her, stirring the bit of chicken in the pan on the stove. The rice cooker sat on the countertop, steam coming from the lid and making the air just a little bit hotter.

As soon as the food was done, Sonia made her way to the living room with her plate, where she liked to eat in front of the TV. Sometimes Eddie joined her, but he didn’t much want to be in her presence at the moment. If it weren’t for her, he’d be going to have fun with his friends. The sun was just barely beginning to dip in the sky, casting purple across the clouds. They wouldn’t have left yet.

“Eddiebear, will you fetch me a scoop of ice cream?” Sonia called from the living room when she’d finished her meal.

Reluctantly, Eddie mumbled back a “sure” and dumped his plate in the sink on his way to the freezer. The blast of cold from inside was enough to cool Eddie down for a second. He reached up into a cabinet to grab a bowl and his eyes fell to the cabinet door beside him. The cabinet that held all of their combined medication, fake and real. “Slip her a sleeping pill.” Bev’s voice echoed in his head.

It wouldn’t be so bad, right? She took sleeping pills all the time. Just one wouldn’t hurt her. Peeking over his shoulder, into the living room, he could see her slipper covered feet dangling off the recliner but knew she couldn’t see him. Slowly as he could, careful to not make any sound, he opened the cabinet and pulled down the little orange bottle. He shook out one, putting the bottle back in its place exactly as he’d found it. He went about scooping the ice cream like normal, topping it with the sprinkles she liked to mask any grittiness. Using the back of the spoon, he pressed on the pill until it broke in half. The sound of the TV masked the little click it made as it broke. From there he kept pressing it with the spoon into smaller and smaller pieces.

When it resembled a powder, Eddie scrapped it off the counter and into the spoon, sprinkling it on top and then mixing it and the sprinkles into the cold dessert. For a final touch, he added whipped cream and a single maraschino cherry. He quickly cleaned the counter, wiping away any evidence, and put everything back where it belonged.

She smiled at him as he carried the bowl in. “Oh, Eddiebear you spoil me!” She gushed.

He forced a smile and made up an excuse about it being too hot and wanting to go to bed early. He said goodnight and ran to his room, shutting the door behind him. He changed his clothes into something more fair appropriate. Denim shorts that went halfway down his thigh, a t-shirt with blue and white stripes and a small breast pocket, a pair of tennis shoes and a sweatshirt tied around his waist incase it got cold. He waited anxiously for forty minutes. Enough time for her to finish her dessert and the pills to make her tired.

As quietly as he possibly could, he snuck down the stairs and peeked into the living room. Sonia was still in her chair, the TV playing but she was fast asleep. He knew they worked quick on her, and he couldn’t help but feel a bit guilty. But the sun was rapidly setting, and his friends would head out soon. Making sure he had his keys and wallet he locked the door behind him and dashed down the street. The air was hot, but the wind going past his face as he ran felt like freedom. He wasn’t supposed to run because of his supposed asthma, but he could run fast and for long distances and never have a problem. Besides, he was breaking the rules tonight.

When he arrived at Ben’s house, he could see the retreating shapes of his friends just a little ways away. Smile on his face, he called out to them, earning a startled reaction.

“Eddie, what the hell are you doing here?” Mike asked.

“I’m going to the fair with you guys.” He said between heavy breathing, catching his breath from the run.

“No fucking way!” Bev beamed. “We finally get to pop your carnival cherry. How did you get your mom to agree?”

“She didn’t…exactly…”

“Oh Eddie, you didn’t.” Ben frowned.

“I wasn’t thinking and before I knew it, she was eating ice cream with a sleeping pill in it.” He confessed.

“Ignore him. I’m proud of you.” Bev said, nudging Bens’ side with her elbow.

“She’ll be ok, right?” Eddie asked nervously.

“How many did you give her?”

“One. The dosage on the prescription she has is one and she hadn’t taken any before that.”

“Then she’ll be fine.” Bev reassured, grabbing his hand and then Ben’s. “Come on, let’s go.”

Being dragged along, Eddie reached out and grabbed hold of Mike’s hand as well, grounding himself to reality, his friends like a tether tied to his wrists. Everything would be ok. He just had to keep walking. Tonight, he was free.

It wasn’t a long walk to the fairgrounds given how small the town was. By the time they got there, the sun was all but gone beyond the horizon, orange and yellow painting the sky at the edges. Soon it would be dark. They passed by the fence around the edge of the grounds and immediately they were engulfed in the festivities.

Eddie felt a bit overwhelmed by the lights, sounds and smells but the excitement was buzzing off of him in waves. Bev’s hand is his seemed to keep him calm as she dragged him through the crowd and toward the ticket booth. Every year they saved up for months so they could go on the rides as often as they wanted, eat as much fried food as their stomachs could fit and play enough games to go home with at least one cheap, useless bobble.

With enough tickets to satisfy their adrenaline cravings, they set off to a slow ride to ease Eddie into it. He’d never been on a Ferris wheel and it was the slowest ride they offered, aside from the rides meant for small children. The line was short and mostly full of couples. Eddie offered to ride alone with Mike so Beverly and Ben could ride together, but they insisted they wanted to be there for his first ride. When it was their turn, all four crammed into the seat, the bar coming down over their laps. Eddie sat in the middle with Bev, Mike on his other side. Mike mentioned to the operator that it was his first ride and the guy winked at him. Eddie looked at Mike, wondering what kind of exchange he’d just witnessed.

As the ride started up, Eddie’s stomach did a little flip. He wouldn’t get sick. He wouldn’t freak out or be afraid. He was going to enjoy this if it was the last thing he did. Taking a deep breath, he pushed his mother’s voice from his head and looked out at the world in front of him as they began to rise into the air. Beverly reached over and grabbed his hand, squeezing his fingers.

Eddie’s eyes were fixed on the view in front of him. Everything looked so small below him and he could see all the way to the edge of the town, or at least close to it. When they reached the top, the ride came to a stop, their seat rocking back and forth. His friends all looked at his face, smiling expectantly.

“What do you think?” Ben asked, looking across Bev to see him.

“The town looks so small from up here.” He said.

“The town is small.” Bev reminded him.

“Yea but I mean…even smaller than that. It’s pretty though. All the lights.”

“This is just the beginning.” Mike grinned, putting an arm around Eddie’s shoulders and squeezing.

After the Ferris wheel, they took him on the bumper cars and then the spinning apples. Every ride getting faster and preparing him for the rollercoaster. He was nervous in line, staring up at the little cars speeding over the tracks, but as soon as they were seated and things started moving, he was all excitement. Cheering and whooping loudly, laughing and throwing his hands in the air alongside Bev. All these years, this is what he’d been missing. He really did feel free.

After a few more rides, they took a break for food. Fried Oreos were disgusting and amazing at the same time. Eddie had never had a hotdog that tasted so good, covered in ketchup, mustard and onions. The elephant ear was sweet enough to rot his teeth and he loved it. He never knew before that cotton candy actually melted on your tongue. Full of food and needing a break before tackling anymore rides, they dragged him to the games. Balloon pop, basketball, shooting cans with a toy rifle, spraying water into a plastic clown’s mouth to fill the balloon on top of its head. Eddie was terrible at all of them, but he was having fun trying. Bev told him they were rigged anyway, making them hard to win.

Mike and Ben had separated to find a bathroom, leaving Bev and Eddie to walk arm in arm around the fairgrounds that used to be a church parking lot. They avoided classmates they recognized, watched others play the games and talked about the potential danger he was in for drugging his mom. As long as she didn’t realize he’d done it and gone to the fair, it would be ok. Bev was preparing to break him out if he was caught and locked in his room indefinitely.

They were joking about hiding him in the clubhouse Ben built when they were younger, when a ruckus over by one of the games caught their attention. A boy who they both recognized from school was sat up on the seat above the water in swim trunks and shirtless. A boy they knew from the soccer team, Chet, was lined up in front of the target, a baseball in his hand. He seemed to be concentrating and wound up to throw only for the boy above the tank to call you “Oh yea, look at that form!” When the ball left his fingers, he flinched, missing the target entirely.

“Better luck next time Chet, my boy! I guess this is why you’re on the soccer team and not the baseball team!” He yelled as Chet angrily walked away, flipping him off.

Bev and Eddie would know that smart mouth anywhere. Richie “Trashmouth” Tozier was known in the school for his fantastic academics but his horrible ability to keep his mouth shut. He’d gotten in trouble for talking in class and making jokes more than anyone else in the history of the school. They didn’t know him personally, but it was hard not to know who he was.

The next guy stepped up, Nicholas Monroe, most popular boy in school and number one Richie Tozier anti-fan. His girlfriend, Missy Jones, was on his arm and both were smiling and looking confident. Everyone watching could tell that he was determined to sink Richie. To sink the Trashmouth and use it as material to make fun of him for weeks, maybe months.

“If it isn’t Nick.” Richie grinned. “Come to show off your skills at handling balls?”

“Shut the fuck up Tozier.” He said, winding up with the first ball and throwing it as hard as he could. It smacked the tarp hanging behind it, missing the target by a few inches.

“Oh, nice try Nicky but you need to hit that big red circle over there.”

“I said shut up, Trashmouth!” He angrily threw the second, missing again.

“Getting a little feisty there aren’t we. Bet that’s why you like him, huh Missy?”

She giggled, her cheeks coloring pink, but stopped as soon as Nick looked at her angrily, a shy smile still lingering. With the last ball he’d paid for in hand, he gripped it tight and squinted his eyes as if trying to focus his sight only on the target. Once more, he threw the ball, this one coming the closest but still hitting above the target instead of on it. He cursed, balling his hands into fists.

“Sorry Nick, you can’t make me wet. You’re just not my type.” Richie winked.

“I’m gonna kick your ass the next time I see you, Trashmouth.” Nick put his arm around Missy and dragged her away, though she looked over his shoulder at Richie as they left.

Eddie and Bev were laughing, enjoying the way Richie made these boys feel stupid with just a few words. Of course, he was likely to pay for it later. He wasn’t a stranger to being beat up for saying the wrong things. He still had the remnants of a healing black eye behind his glasses. It didn’t help that every girl in school seemed to be attracted to him, taken or not. Except maybe Bev who only had eyes for Ben.

Eddie could understand why. He’d had his sexual awakening years ago and Richie was definitely a part of realizing his sexuality. He’d always been too afraid to talk to him. Bev kind of knew him because he was a smoker as well and hung around the bleachers by the field between classes. He’d wanted to ask Bev to take him with her on a smoke break so he could at least stare at him for a bit, but he never did.

With the line momentarily empty, Richie looked around at the crowd, hoping to goad someone else into trying to sink him. His eyes landed on Bev and Eddie, whispering to one another and laughing and his face lit up with a smile.

“Well, well, Ms. Marsh I see you’ve dumped Benny boy for a new piece of arm candy. This one isn’t as buff but definitely cuter.” Richie called out to them.

Eddie felt warmth wash over him but wasn’t sure if it was from the hot summer air or Richie’s words. With their arms still linked, Bev dragged Eddie close to the dunk tank so she could talk to Richie.

“Hey there, Trashmouth. Didn’t know you were working here.” Bev greeted him, leaning against the top of the tank.

“Picking up some extra summer cash. It’s an easy gig and only a few people actually manage to hit the target. I’m starting to wish they would. It's hot as hell out here.”

“Seems you're enjoying yourself. We’ve been watching for a while. Aren’t you worried you’ll get your ass kicked?”

Richie shrugged. “Wouldn’t be the first time.” He looked from Bev to Eddie, who had been looking up at him since they walked over. “Gonna introduce me to your friend?”

Bev pulled her arm from Eddie’s and placed her hand on top of his head. “This cutie pie is Eddie Kaspbrak. Eddie, Richie.” She introduced them.

“Hey Eddie. Wanna take a chance at getting me wet?” Richie asked, tilting his chin up.

If Eddie wasn’t already blushing, he was now. “I don’t think I’ll be any good.” He said in a small voice, hoping Richie could still hear him.

“You sure? You’re small but I bet you’ve got power in those arms.”

“I...I don’t know.”

“Come on, Eddie. Give it a go.” Bev nudged him. “It’s only a dollar a ball.”

Eddie chewed his bottom lip. He wanted to try but he also didn’t want to embarrass himself in front of Richie. Leaning down, Richie put his elbow on his knee and lowered his voice.

“Tell you what, we’ll make it interesting. If you win, I’ll do one thing just for you. Anything you want.”

“And if I lose?”

“You have to give me your number.”

“What? W-why would you want my number?” Eddie stuttered, his heart pounding in his chest.

“I’ll tell you if you win.” He winked.

Feeling like his skin was abuzz, Eddie paid the three dollars and took the baseballs from the attendant. He could feel Richie’s eyes burning into him as he stepped up to the line. His hands were sweating, and he tried not to drop the ball before even throwing it. His first throw missed, hitting too low.

“Oh, so close Eds. Two more to go!” Richie called.

Eddie’s breath hitched at the nickname, making him throw the second ball too far to the right. Bev patted him on the shoulder, giving him some encouragement. Taking a deep breath, he rolled the last ball between his hands. He kept his eyes on the target as he threw it, hitting the target right in the center. The seat beneath Richie collapsed, dropping him into the cold water below. Water splashed out over the edge and Bev whooped and hollered, wrapping her arms around Eddie’s shoulders. The attendant handed him a small purple bunny.

Turning back to the tank, they saw Richie coming up from under the water at the edge closest to them, his glasses in his hand. He ran his other hand over his face to remove the water, before pushing his hair back out of his face. Eddie thought his heart might burst out of his chest at the sight of his long, curly tendrils hanging in his face and dripping water down his neck. His mouth was suddenly full of saliva and he swallowed it down, hoping no one else noticed.

“Guess you win.” Richie said, putting his arms over the edge of the tank, letting water drip from his fingers. “That means I’ve got to grant you one wish.”

Eddie stared up at him, his mouth now going bone dry. He’d agreed to the terms but didn’t actually expect to win. He wasn’t sure what he wanted to ask of him. Before he got the chance to properly think it over, Mike and Ben were calling out to them, Stan and Bill in tow.

“Hey, look who we found!” Mike said, his arm around Stan’s shoulders.

Stan’s face was flushed, a happy little smile on his lips.

“Bill wants to ride the roller coaster. You guys up for another go?” Ben asked.

“Hell yea.” Bev grinned, grabbing Eddie’s hand and pulling him to follow the others.

Eddie looked back over his shoulder at Richie in time to see him waving goodbye. More rides on the rollercoaster, a few rides on the tilt-a-whirl, and another round of bumper cars with all six of them and they were beat. Bev wanted to get another snack before the fair closed down for the night and Mike wanted to play a few games with Bill and Stan. Eddie stuck with them while B3 went to satisfy Bev’s cravings.

He watched Stan and Mike at the basketball hoops, each attempting to outdo the other. It was obvious to everyone except Mike that Stan was crazy about him and would do anything to get his attention. Eddie couldn’t help laughing at their back and forth, neither one making a single basket. He and his friends were known for being the most athletic. Except perhaps Ben.

When a hand gentle came to rest on his shoulder, Eddie just about jumped out of his skin. His first thought was Beverly, Ben or Bill coming to join them, but when he turned, he found Richie standing there. He was smiling, apologetic for startling him.

“Hey, it’s Eddie, right?” Richie asked.

Eddie nodded his head, suddenly feeling nervous because wow he was ever cuter up close. He was fully clothed now in long cargo shorts, a graphic t-shirt covered by a hideous short sleeve button up and sneakers. His hair was still wet, slicked back and out of his face. Eddie felt a shiver go through him despite the heat.

“Glad I found you. I still owe you one wish for winning earlier.”

Eddie help up the little purple rabbit for him to see. “I already won this from it.”

“Yes, but the rabbit wasn’t a part of the deal. I said I’d do anything you want. So, name your price. Can’t have unfulfilled debts lingering over me now, can I?” His smile was crooked and so charming it made Eddie want to melt.

He searched his brain for anything he could make Richie do. Maybe buy him a soda or a pretzel. But his mind was sinful and suddenly he knew what he wanted; he just couldn’t ask for it. More than anything, he wanted to be kissed by a beautiful boy and Richie was ideal. He’d been kissed before during games of truth or dare and by Jenna Newman in the 6th grade. But he’d never been kissed and at that moment, that was precisely what he wanted.

Feeling brave, the rush of adrenaline that had been pumping through him all night taking over he muttered a “follow me” and took off. Mike and Stan didn’t notice the two boys leaving them, headed toward the edge of the fairgrounds where things were beginning to shut down for the night. It was nearly deserted, only a few people walking by on their way to leave or get one last ride in. Eddie lead Richie behind a stand that had already closed down, leaving the area around it dark.

Cast in shadow, Richie looked down at Eddie curiously, the smile never fully leaving his face.

“What are we doing back here?” He asked, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

Instead of answering with words, Eddie took a step closer, placing his hands on Richie’s chest and looking up at him with half lidded eyes. Richie breathed out a single “Oh” before Eddie was standing on his toes and pressing his lips to Richie’s. Leaning down to meet him halfway, Richie pulled his hands back out from his pocket and cradled the back of Eddie’s head with one, the other trailing down the bac of his neck to his back. Eddie shivered, tilting his head back for a better angle and parting his lips. He didn’t fully know what he was doing, but he knew what he wanted when he licked at Richie’s bottom lip.

Richie opened his mouth slightly, sucking Eddie’s bottom lip between his teeth before diving his tongue into the wet heat of his mouth. Eddie’s head was spinning, the feel of Richie’s tongue, teeth and hands sending him out of his body. He was vaguely aware of the little moans coming from deep in his throat, but he was too far gone to be embarrassed. If he’d known just kissing someone, he was attracted to felt this good, he would have done it a long time ago. Did every kiss feel this good, or was it because it was Richie?

When Richie pulled away, sliding his hand to gently cup Eddie’s cheek, his eyes were shining behind his thick glasses. For the first time, Eddie wondered if maybe he did have asthma as he struggled to catch his breath. Deep down, he somehow knew it was because of Richie.

“I wasn’t expecting that, but I think we both won.” Richie said in a low voice.

“Still want my number?” Eddie asked.

When Eddie and Richie rejoined his friends, who had been looking for him, he apologized for disappearing. He made up a lie about going to get a soda with Richie and sitting to chat for a bit. All six left the fair together, walking home and splitting off one by one. Mike was staying at Stan’s, too tired to drive back to the farm. Richie walked Eddie all the way to his doorstep and said goodnight with a chaste kiss and ruffle of his hair. Eddie watched him leave, leaning against the door and feeling dreamy.

When he snuck back in, his mom was still fast asleep in her chair. Eddie tiptoed up the stairs and kicked off his shoes before collapsing on his best, hugging the little purple bunny close to his chest. He’d gone out wanting freedom and found so much more on the tongue of a Trashmouth.

[justkending]

Knock, Knock. Part 9.

Series Summary: You are a really good friend of the Padaleckis. Your apartment gets infested with all kinds of problems, so you have to move in with your friends for a couples of days. Little did you know who you would run into while staying there.

Chapter Summary: Let’s just say there is a surprise in this one.

Pairing: (single) Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Cussing, Bloody Nose, and Fluff.

Word Count: 5001 (issa long one, but worth it;))

A/N: Let me know if the link doesn’t work. Also made a long one for you guys! Hope you enjoy! Let me know what you think!!!

Part 9:

It was about 10 am on a Saturday. It had been 1 week and 6 days since Jensen had left. Which meant he was coming home tomorrow.

You had spent that time alone getting familiar with the house, but steering clear of his room. Privacy and all.

You had added a few hints of your own decoration around the house. Mainly just plants here and there to make it homey, and a dash of color every other spot to liven up the grey and white decorations. Other than that the only thing that you changed drastically was your own room.

You added a red oriental rug to your room with a white outline. Your bed had a huge fluffy white comforter on it with a nice light pink shaded quilt that your grandma had actually made you when you were born. Then added some throw pillows of multiple colors to bring even more colors into your white room. You also added some colorful lamps and bought a few sitting chair you found at the local thrift store that you refurbished and reupholstered. Lastly, you did something that may have pushed the limit, but honestly you were proud of it. After much convincing from Gen you decided to build your own vanity/desk in to the wall.

You may have been on Pinterest a few hours too long, and had one too many glasses of wine with your bestie when you found the idea. You decided if he didn’t like it you could fix it after, but it really wasn’t a bad add-on to the room. He wasn’t using the room before hand, and if you did move out at some point, it could be used as a guest room, and it would be convenient to the guest. Also, your room didn’t have a bathroom. It was across the hall. This way you didn’t have to leave your room to do your makeup or beauty routine.

Jensen was coming home tomorrow, so after waking up and making a nice breakfast you debated on working out or cleaning the house. It wasn’t really messy, but you weren’t sure how he would react to the small changes. You had texted him every once in a while to check with things here and there, but some changes you didn’t tell him about. Hence the vanity.

You decided no work out for now, and you also needed a shower. Hopping in the shower you took your time to relax. You had a long week at work, and also were trying to settle things with your old apartment about refunds and other aggravating things. Let’s not even mention your ex calling you multiple times a day saying he wanted to ‘talk.’ 

Talk my ass.

You got out of the shower, and wrapped your hair in a towel after wrapping one around yourself. You stepped out of the humid and fog filled room, and marched over to your room. You shut the door for privacy, even though you were home alone. It was a reflex after living with a roommate for so long.

Quickly, after arriving in your room you saw your phone lighting up. Seeing who was calling you cussed under your breath.

“This dick again? For fucks sake take a hint dude!” you said throwing the phone on the bed, and walking to your dresser for clothes.

It started ringing again.

“What now?” you said walking over to your bed towel clutched to your chest.

Dipshit. (what you had his name under in your phone now).

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” you were tired of it and knew it wouldn’t stop so you answered. “What the hell do you want?!”

“Y/N! Oh, thank God you answered. Listen I need-“

“I don’t give a shit what you NEED! Stop CALLING!” you shouted before ending the call and throwing it to your bed again. “Asshole.”

That was the last string. You wanted a Saturday to yourself, but now you needed to punch something. Boxing it was. You walked to your dresser, and put on a pair of leggings, and one of your favorite sports bras.

You still had your hair up in a towel to dry some more, even though you know you were probably going to have to take another shower after your punching sesh.

The phone started buzzing and ringing once again.

“OH COME ON! That’s it Dipshit!” you answered the phone angrily. “WHAT THE HELL?!”

“Listen Y/N, I know you hate my guts, but please can you give me a chance to talk?”

“NO! There isn’t another chance! I know my worth, and you aren’t part of that equation, OK?!”

“Y/N/N-“

You walked over to your door needing to get your anger out sooner rather than later. Ready to head to the in-home gym.

“Go to Hell!” you shouted as you ended the call, and clenched onto it at your side. You let out a heavy breath before opening the door.

You saw a man standing there with his hand raised in a fist. Out of instinct you threw your right fist straight into the stranger’s face hearing a slight pop, but not knowing who it came from. You’re hand or the stranger’s face? The man grabbed his face with both hands in pain, and dropped the duffel bag in hand to the ground as he stumbled back.

Actually taking a second to recognize what was happening, you saw that it was Jensen, and he had been raising his hand to knock on the door.

“HOLY SHIT!” he yelled as he crumpled over and grabbed his nose.

“HOLY SHIT!” you yelled right after going to comfort him but stopping yourself with your hands out not wanting to scare him anymore. “OH MY GOD JENSEN! I am soooo sorry! Shit, I didn’t know you were home.”

“I was going to surprise you.” He mumbled out as he tried blinking away the pain and lifted his head, but kept a hand on his knee for support since he was still crouched over while the other grasp the pain.

“Shit, I just broke a guys face who gets paid to be pretty. Oh my God, really I am so sorry.” You said bending to his level to get a better look at the injury.

“It’s all good. I would say I’ve had worse, but damn… You have a nice hook sweetheart- Wait, did you say I was pretty?”

That brought a slight smile to your face, but you quickly brushed it off when you noticed the blood making its way down to his mouth.

“Forget that for right now, your bleeding. Here take this towel, and come sit on my bed.”

You took the black damp towel off your head, and handed it too him which he accepted quickly. You grabbed his elbow and ushered him into your room and sat him on your bed.

“Ok, tilt your head back slightly, and pinch your nose, and add as much pressure as you can without hurting it. I’m going to grab an ice pack.” You said running out.

Once you were out of the room, Jensen noticed the smell of the towel. It smelled like green apples. Your shampoo maybe? Whatever it was he liked it. It was nostalgic and sweet.

He took the moment alone to take in your newly decorated room as well. You had your turntable on the wall close to the door, and it looks like you were playing Eagles at some point because the record was still on it. That got a chuckle out of him, but then he cringed in pain at the movement in his face.

Next he noticed the décor. You had a plant here and there just like his living room and kitchen had now. He noticed that when he came into the house almost instantly. He also noticed the burst of colors in the room. It gave it character.

He walked over to the wall opposite of your bed that had pictures on pictures scattered of you with friends, and possible family members from the looks of it. There were pictures of landscapes and adventures that you had gone on at some point in your life. There was also abstract painting scattered every other spot. It was just a montage of what made you, you. Your smile was so bright in every picture, and you looked so content with life.

There was one picture in particular that caught his attention though. You were standing by what looked like a pier. The sun was setting behind you, and you had a head scarf on that looked like a headband wrapped through your hair and it was flowing in the wind. You were wearing a white sundress that hugged your body perfectly, but also flowed out in the wind. You were laughing at something, and looking right passed the camera. Probably someone behind them making you laugh. Your hands were on the rail behind you holding on, but you were leaning forward as if you were falling forward. Your smile was so bright, and your hair was slightly blowing in the wind with the scarf. You were glowing. That brought a smile to his own face, and he bared that pain it caused him in the nose because it made him happy to see you happy.

But happiness wasn’t what he heard when he came to your door. You were screaming to someone, and you sounded furious. His plan was to go to his room drop off his things then come knock on the door, but the yells persuaded him to stop then, and check if you were ok. Bringing us to this moment.

As he was looking at the picture intently, he heard you say something behind him.

“What was that?” he asked spinning around.

“I said, does it hurt?” you said bringing him the ice pack. “I heard something crack, and I wasn’t sure if it was my knuckle or your nose. Hopefully my knuckles…” you mumble the last part.

“I mean yes, it hurts, but I can bare it.” He grabbed the pack and placed it by the towel not sure if he wanted to remove it yet. Either for the smell, or that his nose could still be gushing.

“Here, let me see.” You said moving on your tip toes to get to his level, and move the towel slightly to look at the damage.

While you moved it you were so focused on the injury, you didn’t notice Jensen studying your face as you softly bit your lip to concentrate, not knowing you were doing so.

“Wow, she’s even more gorgeous up close…” he thought. “How is that possible? Jensen, get a hold of yourself.”

Before he could pull his thoughts from you, you had settled back to your height.

“I think it stopped bleeding. Here I’ll take the towel, and you put the ice pack on.”

“You sure know a lot about nosebleeds, and possible broken noses.”

“Well, when you grow up with a big brother, you most likely will get a bloody nose and a broken bone here or there.” You said taking the towel, and throwing it into the dirty laundry careful not to get blood on the other clothes.

“Were you the one doing the damage or was it the other way around.” He said laughing and then wincing at the coldness.

“Here let me get a washcloth.” You ran back to the bathroom, and wrapped the ice pack in a cloth. “There.”

“By the way I see it, you could do just as much trouble as any brother could.” He said motioning to his nose.

“Ha, yeah well I wasn’t one to get pushed around, and not turn around and return the pain.” You said crossing your arms across your chest. “I may have given my brother a black eye or two.”

“Well, maybe I should be hiring you for my bodyguard needs.” He said with a wink walking to your bed to sit on the edge.

You followed his lead, and sat close to him, really just to get a better look at him.

“Ha ha, well… If the pay is good.” You said shrugging and pulling a leg up on the bed. “Also, want to explain to me why you are back home so early?” you said slightly pushing his shoulder. “You weren’t supposed to be home for another 24 hours.”

“Yeah, well I could just sit at my apartment in Vancouver for another day by myself, or I could get an early flight here to surprise my new roomie.” He said chuckling. “Which now, I’m starting to think I shouldn’t surprise you anymore,” He said with raised eyebrow.

“You’re going to hold this over my head forever aren’t you. You realize, I’m going to be apologizing for this until the end of days, right?” you said with the raised eyebrow back.

“It’s fine really. You have good reflexes. No need to apologize for it.” He said looking back around the room. “I will also be holding over your head the fact you called me pretty too.” He said getting up and walking over curiously to the desk you built-in.

“I have no idea what you are talking about.” You said playing dumb.

“What’s this?” he said getting distracted by the vanity.

“Oh, I meant to tell you about that…” You said getting up and walking over hesitantly.

“This is so cool.” He said before you could try to defend your actions.

“Wait, really?”

“Yeah! It’s like in the wall. Is this from ikea? Did you have someone come install it or something?” he said examining it.

“Um, no actually. I built, and installed it myself.” You said folding your arms behind your back.

“What?!” he said turning around extremely quick with shock on his face. “You did this? Did you buy the table and then just hang it up, or what?”

“No, actually I got the wood from this guy I know, measured it and sawed it accordingly. Then sanded it down, and stained it with a nice natural stain to bring out the grains in it. Then put a light clear coat on it for water resistance, and what not.” You walked over and smoothed a hand over your work, as you talked. “Then I bought the brackets, that are holding it up, on amazon, checked for the studs’ distance in the wall, drilled the holes, installed the brackets, then put the table on top. Now the mirror I got at TJ-max and just nailed it as centered as possible, and voila.” You said looking up to find an astonished look on Jensen’s face, and also how the ice pack had moved from his face and had fell at his side in his hand from the shock.

“What?” you said with a giggle.

“Ok, who are you? I feel like I don’t even know you.” He said motioning toward you.

You laughed again sitting at the table now.

“Well, not to brag or anything, but I may know a thing or two about carpentry.” You said winking and bringing a knee up to your chest in the chair.

“Why didn’t you tell me? Jared and I could have been using you this whole time for our table making contest.” He said throwing his hands around. “Oh my gosh! You could be our secret weapon!” he said pointing a finger at you.

“That’s exactly why I didn’t tell you.” You said getting a confused look from him. “I’m not doing your contest for you!” you laughed getting up and going to grab the ice pack from his hand. “That’s your own problem.” You said taking the ice pack, and putting it back on his nose.

Once, again he was stuck staring into those beautiful Y/E/C eyes, and you were returning the look. Now he had to ask the question that he was scared to, but he needed to know who could bring such anger to those eyes.

“Who were you yelling at earlier?”

That broke the gaze of each other, and made you look down and move back to your bed.

“Uh, no one important.” You said avoiding eye contact.

“That didn’t sound like no one.”

“Like I said no one important.” You said shrugging.

“If you don’t want to talk about it you don’t have to.” He said after a pause. He forgot about the ice pack, and walked over to your bed putting a hand on your shoulder. “Just know, if you need to talk to someone, I’m willing to listen.” He said bringing your eyes to meet him with the sincerity in his voice.

“Thanks Jensen.” You said with a smile. “Actually, this whole punching you in the face thing got my mind off of it.”

“Glad I could help then.” He said with a goofy smile getting a laugh out of you. He loved being the reason for that laugh.

“Honestly, I was going to go beat up the punching bag in the gym you have here. Hence the fact I just realized I am literally in a sports bra and leggings in front of you right now.” You said noticing your exposed self, and moving to try to cover a little.

“Hey, I’m not complaining.” He said with a smirk looking you up and down.

“JENSEN!” you said playfully shoving him.

“I’m kidding! I’m kidding!” he said throwing his hand in the air in surrender. He really didn’t mind the way you looked right now though. Damp messy hair, but smells amazing, and the hot workout clothes. He could get use to this. “Please don’t punch me again!” he said standing up moving to the door slowly, hands still raised.

“I can’t promise that.” You said with a grin.

“Well, in that case I am going to go unpack, and then you can let me know about all the other changes you made to the place.”

“Sounds good.” You giggled. “Are you sure you are ok Jens?”

“I’ll be fine…” he said grabbing his bag. “But I think you owe me some of your famous biscuits and gravy as an apology.” He said pointing a finger gun at you.

“It’s the least I could do.” You said shooting it back and laughing.

“Ok, I’ll meet you downstairs in 20 minutes.”

“See you there!” you shouted before he left.

You looked around your room, and let out a big sigh. “What am I going to do about this man?”

Just like you were getting to him, he was getting to you.

You decided to throw on a sweatshirt before heading downstairs. It was actually the one you wore the day you and Jensen met. The big grey sweatshirt with the embroidered Oklahoma in red on the front.

You made your way to the kitchen, and decided to start making the biscuits and gravy for lunch while Jensen unpacked. You had gotten as far as browning the meat, and starting on the biscuits batter as you saw him make his way down the stairs.

“Took you long enough.” You chuckled adding the last ingredient before putting your hands in the batter to knead it all together.

“Sorry, I had more dirty clothes then I thought I did.”

“Fair enough.”

By now he was waltzing into the kitchen and taking in a deep breath of the smells, as he made his way to you, and stood directly across from you on the other side of the island you were working at.

“Oh, that smells heavenly.”

“What can I say? It’s a specialty of mine.” You said shrugging and putting your attention back to your task at hand.

Jensen watched as you worked your magic, and a grin started to creep on his face because of how content and graceful you looked.

You looked up suddenly remembering the damage of his nose.

“How’s it looking?”

“What looking?” he said caught off guard from his staring trance thinking you had caught him in the act.

“Your nose dork. What else?” you giggled moving your hair out of your face with your forearm trying to avoid getting flour in it.

“Oh that? Uh, the swelling went down, but I wouldn’t be surprised if it started changing colors tomorrow honestly.” He said wiggling his nose a little. “You got me pretty good.”

“Again, I am so sorry.”

“Stop apologizing Y/N/N. Really, I’m fine.” He said putting a hand on your arm then quickly moving it away as if something shocked him. “What about you? How’s your hand?”

“Oh, it’s nothing I can’t handle.” You shrugged off.

“So it is something?”

“I mean a good bruise yeah, but broken or anything? Not even close.” You said trying to hide your hand further in the batter.

“Y/N…”

“What?”

“Let me see.”

“It’s nothing really.”

“Y/N.”

“Jensen.”

“Y/N.”

“Fine, fine.” You pulled your hand out and waved it in front of him before quickly putting it back in the bowl. “See just fine.”

“Let me see that.” He said grabbing your hand out of the bowl by your wrist. “Go wash this off so I can get a better look at ‘em.”

You were about to argue being the stubborn person you were, but Jensen shot you a look before you could get any words out. You let out a huff of air before walking over, and washing them quickly.

You hesitantly placed your hand out for him to see.

“Y/N, what are all these scraps and bruises? That couldn’t have been from one punch to my face.” He said holding your hand and turning to see all the bumps and scrapes. “What have you been doing? Fighting gangs in alleys or something?”

“It’s been a really stressful week, and a couple years back I realized the best way for me to get my anger and frustration out is boxing.”

“Are you wrapping your hands up?”

“Yeah, sometimes it only helps so much.”

“Then you aren’t wrapping them right.”

“Jensen, I’ve done it for a couple of years now. I think I can wrap my hands the right way by now.” You said taking your hand back and examining it yourself.

“Ok, next time you go show me how you do it. Maybe I can show you my way, and it will work better.”

“You box?”

“Why else do you think there is a bag in the home gym?” You raised and eyebrow at him. “I have frustrations too that I need to let out sometimes. That’s beside the point though.” You went back to needing the dough. It was almost done. ���What has you so worked up, huh? Maybe you just need to vent about it. You know, talk?” He said.

“I’ve tried venting, and that only goes so far. Gen and I have talked about the…” you paused figuring out how you wanted to word it. “issue, that’s been getting on my nerves recently, but that only works me up more.” You chuckled and started balling up the biscuits and putting them on to sheet to bake. “You would think a woman with a counseling degree would know how to work with her emotions, but guess not.”

“Hey, we all need a good punch every once in a while to unwind.” He said breaking the tension in the room.

“Yeah, I guess.”

There was silence as you finished the batter and put it in the oven. As you walked over to the island separating you two, you saw Jensen watching you. You put both elbows on the counter and propped your head up with your hands.

“Next step, Gravy.” You said with a small smile, and he returned it. “Wanna see how I make the magic?” he nodded his head excitedly, and you stepped him through the process.

By the time you had added the flour, and milk to the grease from the sausage you had to keep a constant stir with it or it would burn. You kept up small talk about his trip, and also about the small changes you made around the house, when your phone started ringing.

“Can you check who that is for me? Gen said she would call around this time to tell me her plans for tonight.” You said nodding your head to your phone.

Jensen walked over to the other side of the island and picked up the phone.

“Who is it?” you said turning your attention back to the food.

“Someone named Dipshit. How rude of their parents to give them a name like that...” He said chuckling.

You whipped your head around, but Jensen didn’t see. Without thinking he answered it.

“Y/N’s phone.” He said with a goofy smile until he saw your face of pure shock. He immediately was curious now as too who he was talking to.

“Who is this? Y/N? Where the hell is Y/N?” your ex screamed over the phone.

You were trying to get away from the stove, but you also didn’t want to burn the house down.

“Y/N is a little busy right now, can I take a message?” Jensen said noticing your frenzy and wanting to know why this guy was making you act this way. Could he be the reason for all your stress lately?

“Um, no you can’t ‘take a message.’ Listen dick, this is Y/N’s boyfriend! Give her the phone right now!” he yelled through the phone loud enough you heard it.

“Jensen give me the phone, and take over the gravy.” You said through gritted teeth.

“Listen here ‘dick’, I’m not so sure you’re who you say you are. By the name Y/N has you in her phone, it doesn’t look too good for you.” Jensen said getting further from you, wanting to stand up for you.

“JENSEN.” You whispered yelled.

“Who is this?!” your ex screamed again. “If you don’t put me on the phone with Y/N right now, I’m gonna-“

“You’re gonna what? You gonna come hunt me down and fight me?” Jensen mocked. “I sure would love that. Please do yourself the favor of coming over and embarrassing yourself.”

You decided you had enough. You dropped everything and ran over to Jensen grabbing the phone out of his hand, and pushing him to the stove. You pointed harshly at the gravy, and gave him the death glare to go keep the job up. He put his hands in surrender, and did as instructed, but he kept his eyes on you the whole time. He had noticed how your shoulders tensed at the name once he said it, and he saw them tense even more as you answered the phone.

“What do you want?” you said bluntly.

Jensen couldn’t hear the other man on the phone, but heard your responses.

“I already told you, I want nothing to do with you. As far as I’m concerned, you never existed.”

Pause.

“Too bad isn’t it. You should have thought about that when-“ you paused and looked at Jensen before turning your back to him and whispering into the phone. “you screwed another woman.”

Pause.

“Why does it matter if I’m with another guy?”

Pause.

“OH, so you if you aren’t with someone than that automatically means I can’t be happy? You know what, it’s not even fucking like that! I don’t have to explain myself to you! Stop FUCKING calling! I’m blocking your number. I’m over this. I’m putting myself first!” you angrily hung up the phone with force, and turned back toward Jensen. You let out a huff that blew the piece of hair that had fallen in your face during the screaming fight.

After a pause, and allowing yourself to take a breather, you looked up to see those emerald green eyes sketched with worry and concern.

“You good?”

“Why did you answer it?”

“Your hands were full, and I honestly thought it was a friend you had a weird name in your phone for.”

“Well, as you could tell, it wasn’t.” you sassed.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know.” He said like a kicked puppy going back to the gravy. “If I’m honest though he did sound like a dipshit.” He mumbled to himself, but you heard it.

A slight grin made its way to your face even through all the anger. You walked closer to him and stood by the stove with him, but still stayed a good 3-4 feet apart.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be getting mad at you.” You sighed looking at the mixture he was stirring still, but he was looking at you. “I should be getting mad at myself for not blocking that assholes number earlier.”

“Yeah, but I shouldn’t have invaded your privacy. I also shouldn’t have put myself in it too.” He shrugged.

“Actually, if you didn’t I probably would have let him call me more times than I needed before I ever truly ended it.”

He just looked up at you, and slowly after you made the eye contact as well.

Your face was flushed with red from the embarrassment, and anger. Your hair was falling in your face in a messy way after you had put it in a low messy bun to keep it from getting in the food. You were leaning on the counter with your hip, and had your arms crossed. You were stunning, and were really not trying at all. He knew because he just saw you blow up and walk away from it moments ago.

“Sorry-“ he started.

You put a hand on his forearm causing him to look at the contact before looking back at you.

“Don’t. Really. I’m good. It actually lifted a weight off my shoulder.” You looked down at the gravy getting side tracked and noticing it was seconds from being done. “Here, I’ll do this. You go get the biscuits out of the oven. Let’s get our mind off this for a few seconds, and I’ll explain what that whole…mess was about.” You gave him a soft smile, and he returned it following what he was told to do.

Great. Now you were going to have to have the “Ex talk” with him. Just what every girl wants to have with a guy she likes. Let alone lives with.

Part 10

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Jenneva: [Lounges on his couch and giggles to herself while reading over the explicit scenes] Ooh, looks like Diana is going to teach Steve a few lessons. [Coos as she gets up and inhales the scent in the air] My god.. What are you cooking? It’s mouthwatering. [Saunters to him, feeling as if she can’t help but gravitate towards him]

Nathan: I’m making lamb with a red wine glaze. [Murmurs as he sears the meat] I made sure everything was kosher. [Winks at her before popping his cast iron into the oven. He pours her a glass of wine] What scene are you reading? [Tilts his head]

Jenneva: [Bites her lower lip as she melts for that wink of his before leaning in to kiss his cheek] Mmm, there’s nothing sexier than a kosher dish. [Grins as she sips on the wine that he offers] I was reading the scene where Diana teaches Steve a lesson. [Smiles coyly] You know.. where she gets jealous and uses her strength against him to show him who he belongs to. [Her chest rises and falls as she finds it hard to not be attracted to him] Are you good with rope? [Tilts her head] She binds his wrists with the lasso.. could you teach me how to do it right?

Nathan: [Leans against the counter as he listens to her, blushing from her kiss] That feels like a loaded question.. I’m very good with rope. [Raises his brows] I’ll teach you. [Tilts up her chin, wanting to kiss her but knowing he shouldn’t] The chops should be done. [Pulls away and plates their food] probably not as good as what you guys make in Israel but I tried. [Serves her some salad and crumbles the feta on top for her]

Jenneva: [Draws in a breath as she feels his touch. She’s lost in his gaze before parting her lips as she feels tempted to kiss him] Oh.. ah.. Great. I’m so hungry. [Lowers her head to hide her slight embarrassment before taking a seat] Oh my god, Nathan. [Gushes as she sees the dish before reaching up to caress his cheek as a way to thank him] This looks better than what I make. [Takes her fork and eats some salad before taking a bite of the flavorful lamb] Wow.. Mmm.. Nathan.. [Chews slowly as she closes her eyes and moans softly, the flavors are unlike anything she’s had before] It tastes amazing. Where did you learn to cook like this? [Eats more of the dish, absolutely loving the taste of the red wine glaze]

Nathan: [Hates the fact that she’s married as he watches her, finding her so endearing and charming] Hm..? I uh.. I took a lot of cooking classes when I played a cook a long time ago.. I just experiment.. [Shrugs] You like it? [Smiles as he takes a bite of it himself]

Jenneva: [Sips on her glass of wine as she tries to fight off how tempted she is by him] You’re very talented. I find it sexy when a man knows how to cook. It’s like I take the passion within the flavors. [Coos as the richness of the meat practically seduces her] I love it, Nathan. I would make love to you if I could. [Realizes her words before blushing deeply as she giggles] I meant to your meat—your food! I would make love to your food! [Stumbles over her words as she hides her face behind her napkin] Oh god..

Nathan: [Chews and nearly spits out his food as he hears her, blushing as he chuckles] It’s okay. [Bites his lip as he gazes at her. He takes a sip of his wine and focuses on his meal for a bit because he’s unsure of what to say]

Jenneva: [Kicks herself internally before taking a deep breath as she stops hiding herself and tries not to laugh] I should just stop talking. [Runs her fingers through her hair before drinking more wine] So.. are there any scenes that you want to go over tonight? [Changes the subject as she wipes her lips and gazes at him while he eats]

Nathan: [Shakes his head] No, I like hearing you talk. [Bites his lip as he eyes her] Well.. you said you wanted to rehearse the intimate scenes in private..? Because you were shy?

Jenneva: [Parts her lips before melting at his words, quickly thinking about how her husband always asks her to quiet down at times] You’re so sweet. [Whispers lowly before nodding her head] Well.. I want to just practice a bit.. We don’t have to go line for line. We can just play off of each other and get to know our characters.

Nathan: That actually sounds like a lot of fun. I like exercises like that. [Nods as they finish their meal and he cleans up a bit. He sneaks off to the restroom to freshen himself up and brush his teeth for her] Okay.. which scene..? [Flips through his scripts]

Jenneva: [Helps him clean up before fixes herself up as well. She goes into her purse and uses her travel toothbrush before fixing her lipstick in the mirror] Hey. Sorry to keep you waiting. [Heat runs through her body as she sees him, running her fingers through her hair as she sits next to him] Mmm.. The scene where there’s tension between them back in his room. [Reads her lines as she can feel their own tension starting to brew] You start?

Nathan: [Bites his lip as he sees her] No problem. [Smiles up at her] Oh because she’s jealous? Okay. [Nods as he puts his script aside] Diana.. she’s just my friend. [Shakes his head] Are you really threatened by her?

Jenneva: [Puts her script aside as she gazes at him heatedly] A friend who stares at you with lust in her eyes and has her hands all over you. [Hollows her cheeks] I know women. She is no friend. [Moves closer as her chest rises and falls] Have you already laid your hands on her, Steve? Hmm? [Runs her hand down his chest as she plays into it]

Nathan: Look at me. [Grips her face and stares into her eyes] Our past doesn’t matter to me. [Shakes his head, his character not wanting to admit he’s had a relationship with the woman] It’s strictly business, Diana. There isn’t anything between us anymore. [Shakes his head]

Jenneva: [Keeps her cheeks hollow as she holds her face, but she becomes more and more heated as she gazes at him] I don’t believe you. [Hisses lowly as she moves away from his hands while her character tries to deny her feelings and desire for him] And what is there between us, Steve? Hm? Is this strictly business?

Nathan: [His heart speeds up as she looks at him like that] I.. [Swallows as he gazes at her] We have a duty.. to protect people.. [Trails off, forgetting his lines] I.. forgot my lines.. [Chuckles as he releases her face]

Jenneva: [Her eyes are fixated on his perfectly shaped lips while she smiles coyly as he starts to deviate from the script. She laughs softly before placing his hands on her thigh, not wanting to lose his touch] I like your touch.. [Whispers lowly as she feels hypnotized by the chemistry between them] This is the part where Diana uses the lasso on him.. can you demonstrate it on me? [Her face is inches from his as she looks at him almost lustfully]

Nathan: [Blushes as she touches her flesh, gripping slightly] I.. sure.. I’ll go grab some rope.. [Runs to his bedroom and grabs a new set he’s been saving before returning] Okay.. I think it says she ties him up like this first. [Places her wrists behind her back and gently fastens it] I’m sure we can just cut if you can’t get the knots.. [Leaves her bound for a moment as he looks down at her] This is the stuff of fantasies.. [Chuckles] Here, you can try on me. [Releases her]

Jenneva: [Waits for him as he goes to his bedroom before seeing the rope. She gives him a look as she smiles mischievously] Is there for your own personal use? [The thought of him engaging in that kind of play seems to arouse her] Like this? [Feels the rope against her flesh before moaning as he tightens it] Mmm.. that surprisingly feels nice. [Looks up at him before giggling at his words] Am I fulfilling your fantasies? [Grins before seeing the light marks on her wrists] Let me know if I’m going too hard on you. [Teases as she takes the rope remains in front of him] You need to see what I’m doing. [She holds his wrists together before looping the rope and tightening it] How does that feel? [Tilts her head as she meets his eyes, tugging on the rope that she has to pull him closer]

Nathan: Ah.. yes.. but these are new so don’t worry. [Chuckles as he eyes her] Who wouldn’t want beautiful Wonder Woman tied up for him? [Smirks] That’s good. [Groans as she pulls him forward looking down at her]

Jenneva: I’m trying to be good.. [Wraps the rope around her wrist to pull him even closer, she tries so hard to resist him despite her lips being near his] I forgot what was supposed happen after she ties him up.. [Lies as she knows where this part of the scene leads to]

Nathan: [Bites his lip as he looks down at her] Um.. they fuck.. [Chuckles to lighten the mood but his heart is pounding and his cock is already hard]

Jenneva: [He makes her laugh but hearing the word falling from his lips makes her little pussy throb with need] Mmm.. I think Diana is supposed to get on top of Steve and grind over your cock until he’s hard for her. [Bites her lower lip as her chest rises and falls] Is that right?

Nathan: I.. yeah.. essentially.. [Tries to adjust himself with his legs] Are we.. rehearsing that? [Swallows as he sits down]

Jenneva: [Feels nervous and passionate all at once, something she hasn’t felt in a very long time] I think so.. to know how we should move. [Bites her lower lip before lifting up her dress a bit as she straddles him, not placing her weight on him yet] Say that you won’t see her anymore, Steve.. [Whispers into his ear as she says the line her character would say. She pulls on the rope until his hands are behind his head]

Nathan: [Squints his eyes, nervous for her to feel his hard cock but relaxes as she doesn’t actually straddle him] I won’t see her anymore.. [His broad chest rises and falls as his arms are above his head]

Jenneva: [Tightens the “lasso” around his wrists as she lowers herself on him. A moan escapes her as she feels hard cock] Who do you want to see, Steve? [Moves her hips slowly, grinding on his hardness even though a part of her knows how wrong it is] Do you want me the way that I want you? [Whispers against his lips, not saying a line from the script]

Nathan: [Grunts slightly as she rests herself on his cock] I’m sor.. [Swallows as she continues their lines] I want to see you.. [Struggles to speak, he knows that isn’t her line but he nods] I want you so fucking badly Jenneva.. [Whimpers as he looks up at her]

Jenneva: [Trembles as she hears his names from him before she completely gives into temptation and crashes her lips onto his] I want you.. [Whispers passionately before sucking on his lower lip. She loosens her grip on the rope, wanting to feel his hands on her] Give me your tongue.. let me taste you please.. [Presses her lips on his before moving away to kiss her way around his jaw]

Nathan: Jenneva.. [Groans as he tastes her lips, he shivers as she teases him] Mngh.. [Gives her an open mouthed kiss and breaks from the rope, his hands all over her]

Jenneva: [Weaves her fingers through his hair as she chases after his tongue, letting go of her guilt to be in this moment with him] I try to resist.. but I’m so drawn to you.. [Admits against his lips as she unbuttons his shirt, wanting to feel his flesh against her hands] There’s something about you..

Nathan: [His chest rises and falls as he kisses her neck and jaw, hands gripping her ass] I can’t stop thinking about you.. [Looks up at her and shakes his head, letting her open up his shirt]

Jenneva: [Moans as he devours her flesh] Don’t stop. Rolls her hips in a sensual manner, loving how he grips her mounds as if she already belongs to him] I feel the same way.. I shouldn’t want you, but I can’t stop. [Dips her head to trail her lips on his chest and throat before sucking on his lower lip again]

Nathan: [His cock throbs and he can already feel the precum oozing from his tip] It’s so wrong.. but I can’t help it either.. [Pulls her shirt over her head and grips her breasts over her bra, kissing the tops of her mounds]

Jenneva: [Allows him to undress her while she runs her nails down his back as she moans with every kiss that he leaves on top of her mounds] If you want more.. then take it.. [Urges him on as she reaches between his legs and gently rubs his cock against the palm of her hand] I don’t want to play pretend with you, Nathan. [Whispers into his ear, unaware of her phone ringing as she’s too focused on him]

Nathan: [Groans as he hears her words, finding her accent so sexy] Oh my god.. [His eyes roll back as she gives his cock attention] I want to be inside you.. [Undoes her bra and sucks on her nipples] Fuck.. [Pulls away as her phone keeps ringing, knowing it must be her husband]

Jenneva: Mmngh! Oh god, Nathan.. [Whines as her eyes roll back, pressing her breasts against his face as he makes her nipples around from the sensation] Don’t wait to put it inside of me.. I’m already so wet. [Starts to unzip his pants before finally noticing her phone. She hisses as it doesn’t stop] Wait.. [Reaches over and grabs it out of her purse before seeing the many missed calls from her husband] God. I’m so sorry. Hold on. [Kisses him once before leaning back in to deepen it as the first one wasn’t enough before finally pulling away] I’ll be right back. [Gazes at him in a lustful way before she fixes her bra and calls up her husband] I’m sorry I was having dinner.. Your sister is visiting? I’ll let her stay at my place. [Hangs up the phone before letting out a deep breath] I’m sorry about that. [Goes back to him, biting her lower lip as she feels shy and deprived, wanting to finish what they started as her desire is ten times stronger than what it was] I have an unexpected guest. I’ll need to meet with her soon. [Frowns as she straddles him again before kissing him softly]

Nathan: [Groans at her kisses, leaning in to taste more before she finally pull away. He feels frustrated and lightheaded as he sits on the couch and breathes deeply] Hm.. [Oulls her to him and listens to her. He frowns] Then you should go.. because if we get started.. I don’t think I’ll let you leave. [Frowns again as he wraps his arms around her]

Jenneva: [The thought of them being up all night and him using her makes her pussy ache tremendously] I don’t want to go when I’ve been wanting this since I met you. [Rubs her pussy over his hardness again, feeding her frustrations as she licks his lips for another taste] Ugh. [Groans as her phone rings and sees her sister in law’s name on the screen] I.. I have to go. [Bites her lower lip as it takes so much to remove herself from him. She grabs her bag and takes his hand so that he can walk her out] Nathan.. [Gazes up at him before pulling him down to her as she gives an open-mouthed kiss]

Nathan: [Frowns as she has to leave. His eyes roll back as she grinds on him again] Fuck.. [Follows after her and melts as she gives him a dizzying kiss] Mngh.. [Kisses her neck again as she walks out the door] bye.. [Runs his hand through his hair, sexually frustrated]

[swearronchanel]

Who let me watch 5.06?

I should be doing an assignment that’s due tomorrow but ya know due tomorrow means do tomorrow. Lol I know I should be ashamed to be a procrastinator but university has ruined me anyway. I’m tired from literally going to one lecture haha, but in any event I’ve been rewatching mad men for the who knows what time but I thought I’d take a break from all that and watch an episode of CtM & @flyingnonny inspired me to do a reaction post so why not? I decided on 5.06 since last Sunday’s episode reminded us of that camping trip 😂😂  here goes nothing.. 

*skips intro bc I’m impatient*

Cute community moment ☺️

TRIXIE😍 slaying my life

Shelagh looks so good too 😍 and Angela melting my heart!

Why is shelagh forever wearing cardigans? I like cardigans every now and then but all the time, really?

Everyone is sitting outside, Trixie is in a sleeveless dress, as is Barbara, so it has to be warm?? take it off Shelagh

She’s still my bby though even if I don’t always agree with her fashion choices

what gross vejo pinching Trixie’s ass? That’s not ok

And Babs too lmao, creepy old man, die

Shelagh saying “hello dear” aw

But this is like the only interaction between Shelagh and Trixie & that does not suffice !!

ALL I WANT IS FOR THEM TO HAVE AN ACTUAL FRIENDSHIP IDC HOW MANY TIMES IVE SAID IT I REALLY Want it😭😭💕💕 my two fav bbys

I HAVE EVEN GIVEN REASONS WHY & I CAN GIVE THEM AGAIN ***        1) Why not?? Shelagh has like no real friends besides her husband and sort of Sister Julienne?                                                 

 2) just please, because I’m asking nicely                                                     3) When Shelagh was Sister Bernadette she was often friendly/ in the gossip and conversation with the nurses & remember that one time Trixie grabbed her to come listen to Jenny’s phone conversation?               

4) Trixie was the only one besides Sister Julienne to visit her in the sanatorium. That has to count for something!                                             5) They’ve both been on the show since day 1 & have known each other the longest (besides the nuns) why wouldn’t they be friends or least actually speak to each other?

Aye this is the lady who’s fake pregnant

Shelagh wearing earrings though >> here for it

Sorry there will be a lot of gushing over Shelagh and Trixie

And also I WANT TRIXIE’S HOOP EARRINGS SO BAD, where can I find them??

And how do I get her clothes and figure and her everything lol?

PHYLLIS ! My champion

“Would it have killed you to sit down for five minutes and eat the whole thing!” I LOVE HER, SHE IS A GEM, A HERO, A BADASS & IM NOT READY FOR SUNDAY. IM GOING TO BAWL WITH AND FOR HER

she deserves the best

I think this is the only time I’ve ever heard Trixie address Shelagh by her first name?? a prob.

They need to interact more 😭💔💕😍 I will stop saying it when I’m dead even then I’ll prob say it

Actually when I think of it no one ever calls Shelagh by her first name besides obviously Patrick? And Sister Julienne

#MoreShelaghAndTheOtherNursesInteracting2k17aka1962

And I need at least two seconds of them dotting on pregnant Shelagh

Helen looks so good like goals

“I threatened to put one man over my knee but that only encouraged him” HA IM DEAD NO KINK SHAME

I think there’s been a similar joke before but fuck it it’s still funny to me

But seriously everyone loves Trixie lol how could you not though?

Hey Pats, it’s been a while

Lol omg Tim in that uniform.. Not the best costume 😂😂

Never seen Whistle Down the Wind

But you see, Tom and Babs making out as usual, I’m not knocking it lol but this is why Sister J told her to chill when they went to South Africa😂

also lowkey jealous bc Jack Ashton is handsome af and that could’ve been me but it’s all good. He and Helen are adorable together and I’m here for it x10000

Omg I forgot this lady got assaulted

Oh shit I just remembered this is the episode where sister MC is attacked FUCK WHY DID I WATCH THIS

she can’t report it bc she’d get arrested for soliciting wtf

But remember Shelagh wore the headbands in like series 3 (so glad she stopped I was not here for it)? They must’ve gave them to Babs lol

I forgot Trixie didn’t tell the nurses about AA yet

But she looks gorgeous as ever, even with her mascara running

Lowkey nauseas looking at all that fish ugh. Funny becuase they put a grocery store that has a fish market on the block up from where I live in NYC and I hate it  

I forgot about Peter lol and he was in an episode this series whoops

LIKE WHERE’S YOUR WIFE LOL, *I know, too busy for this, I don’t think she’d fit in the series anymore anyway*

Sister Mary Cynthia 😰❣️

Lol she doesn’t sing loud enough ??

Sister Julienne is so cute when she smiles but don’t forget she’s a badass

REMEMBER THE AGGRESSIVE JACKET FLAP BC OF THE IRRITATING SISTER URSULA

How did this girl hide her pregnancy though?

And did her brothers just not realize she was pregnant and the mother wasn’t?

Oh jeez my cousin was a colic-y baby and my parents kept him like 3 days a week when I was in high school & it was a nightmare. I didn’t sleep for so long

Dont get me wrong I love babies. But when they scream when I’m trying to sleep, nope. Return to sender.

Shelagh is so excited about camping it’s the purest and most adorable thing 😭😭And I like her shirt  

Shelagh made Tim copy the napkin folding from a magazine, SHE IS A GEM

“We never have serviettes on a weeknight” wtf did they just not use napkins every day? I’m confused Lmaoo. What am I missing here 😂omg that reminds me of one of the times my family and I went on a cruise (2006, hella long time ago already wow?? 11 yrs yikes) and my brother & cousin were late to dinner and lied to my mom & aunt saying they were at a “napkin folding class” & my family deadass believed it up until 2 years ago😂

Shelagh’s accent is so cute. I’ve said that many times but it’s so sweet. But again why do we just have to accept she’s Scottish with no context as to how/why she came to England? Like I’m sure there were convents in Scotland. I dont even care that much I just will forever be curious as to why it seems she had no life before she got married lol? Like they don’t ever bring up the fact she was a nun, but ok maybe she feels awkward talking about it but what about before? 

They’re so excited it’s so precious, protect this family 😂😭💕💕

Sister MJ is fasting lol I should try it😂

Omg another dumb story, I didn’t realize today is Ash Wednesday and was hella confused seeing some people with ash on their forehead 😂😂 I should give up something for lent but idk what, we shall see. My mom gave up carbs last year & I died bc I lived at home and ate what she cooked and almost all my fav foods are carbs😂

Shelagh referred to Patsy as Patsy, I’ve only ever heard her say Nurse Mount??

lol Tim you’re what 14? you know damn well those arent* bullet holes

at least he has some of his innocence still. I didn’t @ 14

Sometimes I forget I’m gonna be 19 this year wtf. I’ve accidentally told people I’m 16 before and had to correct myself 😂😂

Patrick is excited about this holiday, boy you don’t know what’s coming 😂

HE’S GONNA ATTACK THE LADY WITH A BABY I FORGOT THAT TOO WTF

I wanna fight him

Diane’s anemic ? Or her mum is just assuming

SHELAGH IN HER CAMPING OUTFIT!! The hair scarf and trousers !! I’m so here for it 😍😭

I want to see her in another pair!! yes lets get it 1962. Probably not likely this series but hopefully next series!! Ah can’t wait

Shit this series is almost over 💔💔 but omg 1963 gonna be lit as well?!

Like the space race started/orbiting the earth, Kennedy’s assassination .. wait never mind lol I’m thinking of American History moments. but still a lot of it was crazy world news so maybe it’s mentioned?? first bond film came out in'63, petition for Tim to go take Susan whatever from around the corner to see it since we know he liked the novels

Lots of famous films came out in ‘63 so there’s gotta be some reference.

Fun fact: I love pop culture references in period drama bc I’m lame jk I’m majoring in education (to teach history)

Old news but still relevant: Phyllis’s turn on: Rolodex systems 📇

“CRANE, as in the wading bird or industry lifting equipment, whichever you prefer” LOVE U PHYLLIS, YOU CORRECT HIM

PHYLLIS’S FACE WHEN GODFREY SUGGESTS SHE CAME OUT OF RETIREMENT, IM DEAD

“I shall consider retirement when I’m at the appropriate age”  IM LAUGHING SO HARD, FUCK YEA PHYLLIS. I LOVE HER SO MUCH, LINDA BASSET IS ON THE LIST WITH LAURA AND HELEN OF PEOPLE WHO COULD PUCH ME IN THE FACE AND I’D THANK

LOL SHELAGH JUST STANDING AWKWARDLY LISTENING TO THIS CONVERSATION

“Buenos vacaciones”  I NEED MORE PHYLLIS WORKING ON HER SPANISH I LOVE IT, Ella es oro.

lol the roof rack, bet it was Phyllis’s they borrowed when they moved

PHYLLIS’S FACE OF DISGUST WHEN DR GODFREY SMILES AT HER IS ME ALWAYS

LOL THE THE NURSES & SISTER WINIFRED DYING OVER PATRICK’S SHORTS (EVen though sister W “swears she’s not looking”)

I THINK THE SOCKS AND WHITE DAD SANDALS ARE MORE AMUSING 😂😂

Poor Judith💔

It’s a vicious attack Sister J! But you don’t know it yet so I get u

Here comes summer..😂

SETTING UP IN THE POURING RAIN LOL

Shelagh and Angela being adorable !!

Tim and Patrick proud that  they set the tents up & boom it falls 😂 which is symbolic for me taking exams, I think I did well or at least decent on them and then I find out I failed by like 5 points

Nonnatus table scenes <3 😭

”I’ve seen more dangerous marshmallow bunnies“ lmao Pats this is a serious moment I shouldn’t laugh

Shelagh took off her glasses 😉😏 but fr how is Laura Main so perfect

Patrick put scotch in its lit, pass it over😏

Lol Shelagh drinking is a strange thought but I’m so here for it. Nuns can’t drink right? Idk. Imagine her drinking alcohol for the first time and just getting drunk 😂 we know Patrick and Tim are lightweights getting drunk off one beer so I assume shelagh would too😂

Damn it Patrick, you spilled your cup. Furthermore proving you’re a disaster 😭

LMAO SHELAGH’s “WTF” FACE WHEN SHE ASKS PATRICK WHAT HE’S THINKING ABOUT AND HE SAID THE ULCER CLINIC

LIKE C'MON PATRICK YOU KNOW WHERE SHELAGH WAS TRYNA GO WITH THAT😂

“And if you don’t mind my saying so, you’re not exactly Cliff Richards yourself” SHELAGH 😂😂 another great line of hers, love it

I love their playful banter lol we need more of that 😂 but lets be real series 6 has had some of the greatest Shelagh and Patrick moments so I can’t complain 😭😍

Peter and Barbara is such a unusual dynamic haha

“How is chummy?” Wait does Babs even know Chummy? I don’t even remember if they met tbh

But for real Shelagh did you really think Patrick would just forget about work completely ??

Lol Angela crying because she is petrified of squirrels😂😂and Shelagh running to her is so cute.

Why didn’t she just get rid of the *creepy* squirrel nutkin book? it seemed like they still had it in series 6 haha

rice pudding is I think the same as aroz con leche, lol it’s gross sorry

Diane’s water broke oh shit

the Turners all in the tent playing I spy bc it’s raining haha

I went camping for the first and last time this past summer w/ my sister in laws & her friends, it was awful 😂😂 I got like 100 mosquito bites that became welts, i literally slept in the car the second night & it was mid July fairly south of east coast aka it was humid and sticky af , there were wild horses that walked around..Thank God they brought alcohol cause it was a nightmare I don’t wanna remember 😂😂

ANGELA IS SO CUTE UGH & ANOTHER GREAT SHELAGH FACE😂

lol yes go to a hotel, should’ve done that from the get

So what exactly does Fred run? some civil defense thing?

She’s in labor and can’t even scream omg, I’m screaming

“They are often incorrect in their opinion” Sister MJ is a gem. I want someone to look at me the way Sister MJ looks at cake and the television

Phyllis yelling at Dr Godfrey😂

PATS’S FACE OF DISGUST IS ALSO ME

HOW DO THESE WOMEN GIVE BIRTH STANDING/SITTING UP?? AHHHH

There you are Beatrix, it’s been a while

Patsy being suspicious with the card game line lol. but when is Trixie going to find out about Patsy and Delia?

SHE RIPPED OUT HER WOMB?! WTF OMG IM SCREAMING

THIS HURTS TO WATCH AHH

Trixie and Sister MC to the rescue but omg this is wild I forgot

Fred wtf you can’t be sneaking up like that

DONT LEAVE SISTER MC ALONE TRIXIE

NOO, IM NOT PREPARED FOR THIS

“There are flowers on the table, and feathers in these pillows, that’s all the nature I need to get back to” I feel you Patrick lol, I like nature but not camping

Lol remember Shelagh’s old nightgown? ah I don’t miss it. The bri nylon is such a look™ & obviously has magically powers i.e this miraculous conception.

“..or they’ve been mulled to death by squirrels” IM DEAD HAHA THAT WAS A GOOD DAD JOKE, NICE ONE PATRICK

aw the baby is so precious

Why is the operating room/being in surgery called theatre in the U.K.?? and why is the doctor’s office/practice called the surgery? so many questions from a confused American..

Sister MC by the docks😭💔 she was just chillin with God and THIS HORRIBLE MAN RUINS EVERYTHING WTF UGH

Oh no

SISTER MC JUST UNCONSCIOUS ON THE DOCKS WTF IM CRYING WHY WOULD HURT HER

Patrick even if you were there she wouldn’t have called you, don’t blame urself

it’s not your arrogance sister MC!!

“don’t you even say the word fault, do you hear me, I won’t allow it” 😭💔 it’s NOT your fault sister MC 😰

I forgot how upset/hurt this episode makes me

“The worst thing is that I actually stopped to pray…” my heart hurts

You can’t even blame her for being angry😪

Judith you’re not a bad mother!! This isn’t your fault either

Sister MJ IN THE BATHROOM WITH HER😢😢💔💔 I’m c r y i n

I SAID PROTECT THEM AT ALL COSTS WHY DID THEY HURT ME LIKE THIS

Everyone so quiet at the table..

ILL FOREVER BE PROUD OF HOW BRAVE SISTER MC IS FOR SPEAKING UP FOR HER AND THE OTHER VICTIMS💖😭💔

Russian prison tats??

“I thought at first it was a test of faith, but it was a test of strength. I can bear more than I ever though I could and I can bear it for others because my strength is a gift, from him..” brb sobbing

I feel so bad for Mrs Hills bc I understand she thought she was doing the right thing and was trying to protect her daughter from the stigma & judgment from having a baby born outta wedlock 😭

But damn she almost killed her & now she can’t have any more kids

“I’m a mum, mum” Aw

lol I want children (obviously not anytime soon) but if I do Ima be shook for the rest of my life. Like my kids will  be like grown & I’ll still wake up like wtf I had them?  Lmaoo

SHELAGH’S GREY DRESS >>😍

Patrick jumping on the bed was cute lol

The Turners being cute and an unrealistically perfect family together as usual

Trixie 😍off to her AA💕

“I think it’s about time I came clean..”

Im so proud of her omg. She’s come so far in 6 series 😭💖💖😭

And Patsy and Delia are supportive yess👏🏼

“New truths were being spoken at Nonnatus house, but some remained concealed. While one voice rose, striving to erase its agony in song.”

Thanks Vanessa,, The End 😭